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elizakai · 2 months

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cotton candy flavored :3

#utmv #undertale #traditional scribbles #swap sans #blue sans #blueberry sans #whichever flavor of blue you prefer #underswap #sans aus #ut au #underswap sans #beloved baby blue #i never draw him oops #my art #ig #shitty scribbles #all my posts have declined in quality with my declining motivation apologies🫶#HIGHLIGHTERS💥

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thedemonknownasbilly · 4 months

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Hello hello, I hope you're feeling better! I had an idea for a request if you're feeling up to it, but don't feel pressured!

I was thinking of headcanons (or a scenario, whichever you prefer)- of how Aziraphale and Crowley would react to seeing their s/o mid work-out session?

Kinda cheesy lmao- sorry about that

-🐝

Routines

I am, thank you!

That’s definitely an interesting idea, wouldn’t mind taking a crack at it, my workouts are nothing too special so I’m having to use my best friend’s routine to go more in depth. (She and I have FaceTimed and talked so much crap while she worked out)

So sorry this took a while, last night had the glitch and then today has been a family day with Kiddo and Bestie.

Ineffable Husbands x GN!Reader

Slightly suggestive

Crowley

He hadn’t really noticed your routine, it wasn’t to say he didn’t care, it was just that you had just begun and did so typically when he was out of the house. He had gone to Aziraphale’s bookshop for some sort of talk with the Angel, something about Adam and young master Warlock even though Armageddon and the Second Coming had both failed and the world was at last safe. You had your music playing in your earbuds as you began your lifts, hardly hearing him come in, paying no mind to the trembling plants.

“Sorry about that Pet, Azira-” he cut himself off when he was met with you in skintight athletic pants and a loose fitting tank top. “Bloody hell, Satan don’t take me now.” He murmured, watching as your muscles flexed and showed with every right move, his forked tongue wetting his lip as he finally surged forward to you, grabbing you by the waist, effectively startling you. “You know, I heard of a much better form of exercise.” He murmured as he placed kisses along your neck.

“Oh yeah?” You teased him, “how about you show me.” His signature grin forming as he pulled you into your bedroom, snapping his fingers to close the blinds and door.

Aziraphale

Aziraphale first noticed with the new protein powder, it was odd to him, and he decided he wanted to give it a try in some pancakes, thinking it was just for flavor.

“Oh, that is disgusting!” He exclaimed quietly when he took his first bite, “tastes nothing like chocolate.” He tried his best to rinse the taste from his tongue with his tea.

“Good morning, Azi,” you chimed, kissing his cheek lovingly, hardly noticing his lingering gaze as he took in your athletic wear, he almost sworn you were tempting him on purpose.

“Good morning, my dear.” He smiled, going up behind you and placing hands on your waist as his head rested on your shoulder. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you up so early before?”

“Nope,” you replied, looking back to him, “but I want to finally be good about keeping my habits, so more frequent morning runs and workouts from me, rather than once in a blue moon.” Aziraphale nodded, a smile on his face.

“Certainly commendable, I know you’ll be just fine in keeping the habit, after all, you went from occasionally reading to reading everyday.”

“I think my boyfriend being the owner of the world’s best bookshop helped in that.”

“No, darling, it was all you.” He insisted, letting you go soon after so that you could get started, he certainly wasn’t about to complain, you definitely looked nice in the athletic style. Mostly he would only see you in the early mornings, right before your run, but one late morning he found himself needing your opinion on something and so he went into the spare room, not thinking to knock before he opened the door, watching in awe as you followed the instructions on your screen, different exercises he didn’t know all the names to being performed nearly flawlessly.

“Very good, my dear,” he smiled when you took a break, “very proud of you.” He adorned you in praises as he walked over and covered you in kisses.

“Aziraphale,” you giggled, “I’m all sweaty.”

“Don’t care, wanna just love on you.”

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abihastastybeans · 2 years

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JILY CHALLENGE | SEPTEMBER 2022 | @jilychallenge

Theme: Back to Hogwarts!

Partner: The wonderful @blitheringmcgonagall

Prompt: “You looked at me and that’s all you had to do” from "For You Blue" by The Beatles.

Location: Honeydukes (you can pretend that they're going to Honeydukes in the last song. I tried searching for songs that didn't have any candy themed innuendo but the search was futile)

Written for adding ✨flavor✨ using lyrics from the playlist:

(I suggest reading this first and then listening to the songs)

Getting back to Hogwarts and seeing him again was like meeting a new person. It was enchanting to meet this new guy with whom it was so easy to start playful conversations which left her wonderstruck and blushing. She spent forever wondering if he knew. Still, the doubt of if he was in love with someone else kept her up at night; She wished this was the very first page and not where the story line ends.

He knows that it won't happen but he hopes. She stands in front of him, just close enough to touch, so close that he hoped she couldn't see what he was thinking of. He wanted her to drop everything, meet him in the rain and kiss him - he saw sparks fly whenever she smiled.

She sees. And she yearns. But she knows that the danger is just around the corner because it is her, that will bring him peril. The rain's always going to come if he's standing with her. So she asks; Would it be enough if she could never give him peace?

His hopes are so high that her kiss might kill him. So won't she kill him so he can die happy? He says his heart is hers to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelry, whichever she preferred.

They stood with her hands on his waist and she kissed him, and he knew she meant it.

Everything has changed when they wake up the next morning as they know something they didn't before. They take down all their walls and open up the doors; feel butterflies in their stomachs, making up for lost time.

Time slows down whenever they're around each other. They both feel the magic in the air - magic that has nothing to do with Hogwarts.

#september jilychallenge #jilychallenge #jily #playlist #spotify

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mystifiedmess · 1 year

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hey ash xD

4, 8, 18 and 25 for the ask game

heyyy abiii

4. favourite dish specific for your country?

oh so okay, theres a lot of them tbh that i love- kheer, chole bhature, dosas, love all the chutneys (there are so many of em and each one more whack combos that somehow work -my mom recently made an amla/gooseberry/ and coconut that has now become my fav way to have amla) but my favourite dish specific to my country, and esp culture has to be

litti chokha- its this bihari dish thats made of two segments litti- doughballs with roasted chana(chickpea) filling aka sattu with a thousand other things added that i can never fully get, just know they taste delish

and chokha which is baigan ka bharta (brinjal bharta)

there are so many side pairings to it but the base is imo this and its pretty yum and unique on flavor pallet

8. do you get confused with other nationalities? if so, which ones and by whom?

i feel like, i’m not online enough to talk to people that they can imo even get the wrong nationality idea and despite my idk why in the middle of 2022 ways to text like a brit with babes, mate and all the xx. the most i’ll feel like i have seen is browns getting confused for each other countries. so many times i have seen something that i think is for indian and then realize its pakistani/bangladeshi/ nepali scene.

which makes all this hostility online so much more dumb when you think about it.

18. do you speak with a dialect of your native language?

ooof so like, my native language is sorta hindi, its complicated cos younger generation pretty much uses hindi 80% of the time and even my parents wil unless back in home state prefer speaking hindi, mom prefers it there also. but then there is this another language that dadi/ nani an all do speak that i can understand but not really speak i can try but it doesn’t feel good enough so maybe? idk is the answer. if we take hindi then yes but thats kinda cheating soo uhh i’ll let you be the judge

25. would you like to come from another place, be born in another country?

finally asking the hard hitting questions huh abi

the clusturfuck of emotions this country gives me is a case study in making or a visit to therapist couch whichever comes first

while you definitely know that india is not the best, you still feel for it like i want to it do better so i’m not dissapointed in it. like every indian mom even i’m like you better pick up after yourself india. i also still randomly play ae mere watan ke logo and get emo about it around 15 august

i’m also very weirdly nitpicky about other countries. like won’t find my fav street food level nitpicky but then job opprtunities is something i cant overlook so theres that

also 5 paragh’s in i realised that i read this q wrong so uhh like answer to that is actually no i would like to be born in a better india but this diversity, this crazyness is something that i love about this country so much.

coming from delhi, i love that to be the girl who swears like a sailor at anyone but then will see someone in need of help and be like yeah sure.

the catty gossip aunties who will show their nice side once every blue moon and you’ll remeber shit i can’t completely hate them

the paani pilana culture, food as love language and all the scoldingd that hold the love, the incredible culture that is just so rich that i don;,’t understand yours and you dont understand mine but thats okay cause the amul add is still universal.

its that india i cannt part with

#hello once again tp me an my incapability of writing a short answer #indian culture #i guess #ask game #love how no Indian is asking each other question 20 😭

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doggirlviscera · 1 year

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UGH THIS ICECREAM IS REALLY GOOD yknow those like. those popsicles that are shaped like rockets. or penises whichever you prefer. the onest hat are lime and cherry and blue raspberry. there's a like. icecream at the walmart i went to that's those exact flavors and tis so GOOD

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kaaaaaaarf · 25 days

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hiiii 38, 40,41, 49, 50, and 62 please :) and whichever was the one asking which song u listened to most recently !! 💖

Hello Skye!!! 💖

38. What is the colour of your socks?

I am wearing compression socks, because airport. They are pale blue with little dogs on them!

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

I answered this last week...I think my favourite time is the hour just before sunrise when everything is quiet and the light is just so.

41. What is your favourite milkshake flavor?

Chocolate peanut butter!

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

As I mentioned to Vazzy in the last ask, a Platyporcas (platypus/orca)

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

Literally can never remember these. I have a lot of weird convos.

62. What is your favourite letter of the alphabet?

K of course!!

Also, this was the last song I listened to:

65 Questions You Aren’t Used To

#ask me #skye tag

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sealwellinc · 1 year

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tipsycad147 · 2 years

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Five Basic Witchcraft Potions for Beginners

By Sheloya

Potions are basically water and/or alcohol based liquids used in magick. This is a selection of a few of my potions that are good for beginners. I try to keep the ingredients fairly accessible in that you can find most of these at the grocery, pharmacy, or health foods store.

If you can find one, you should purchase an iron cauldron that has three or four legs that are high enough to put three tealight candles under it. It takes about that much to get any liquid in it hot or boiling in a reasonable amount of time.

Remember that these potions should be consecrated and blessed for their corresponding deities. Traditions vary in this, and you should follow whichever one you’re practicing. It is recommended that you be reasonably observant to your deities before attempting to make potions and the like.

Beauty Potion

This will improve your looks and keep you looking young for as long as your genes will allow and beyond. It combines a bit of old herbal medicine, and a bit of new nutritional science. Drink this twice a week. Set a reminder for Tuesday and Saturday, for example.

Ingredients:

1 cup orange juice

1/2 cup water

1-2 teaspoons honey

2 egg yolks (bless your eggs with your fertility Goddess)

1 gram dried Roman chamomile if you are under 25 or 1 gram dried helichrysum arenarum if you are over 25

Instructions:

Make a tea (preferably in your cauldron) from the water and chamomile by heating the water until it is just boiling, adding the chamomile, and removing it from the heat. Let this settle and cool.

Put your egg yolks in the bottom of a pretty wine glass, and beat them well.

Mix in the honey, and then the orange juice, and the liquid of your tea.

Drink up. This does not keep for long.

Simple Love Potion

This will not force someone to love you, but it will ease the way to their expressing it if love is there. This is based on an old, well known recipe.

Ingredients:

1 cup of milk

3 drops of vanilla extract

1 drop of rose or orange flavoring

1/2 teaspoon coriander powder

2 teaspoons honey

Instructions:

Put your milk and honey in the cauldron, pot, or warmer.

Give your intent to the coriander. It helps to hold it in your hand for a moment and speak to it.

Add the vanilla and flavoring with intent.

Stir and heat until hot, but not boiling.

Serve this to your lover. It’s very nice to serve this in a drinking bowl or wide cup with a few fresh rose petals floating in it.

Meditation Potion

This potion is helpful to achieve a reasonably relaxed and open state that is good for meditation and trance. It uses old standard ingredients that are known to work well for this purpose. Some may wish to add a little vodka or another clear liquor, while others may wish to avoid this.

Ingredients:

2 cups of water

1 heaping teaspoon blue lotus

1 heaping teaspoon hibiscus

1/2 teaspoon lavender

honey or stevia to taste

Instructions:

Boil the herbs for 20 minutes, and then sweeten with honey or stevia to your taste.

Cooling Potion

Sometimes in the summer or when they have a fever, people have a loss of appetite and upset stomach, or general discomfort from being too hot. This helps to cool them off and make their insides feel more comfortable. Be aware that it can make loose bowels worse, so don’t give it to someone who already has a problem with that. This is based on some well used Indian recipes. Start this the day before you want to serve it.

Ingredients:

1 teaspoon edible almond gum (badam pisin) powder

2 cups of water

a few leaves of fresh mint

a half a lemon, sliced

honey or stevia herb to taste

an additional 2 cups of water, or well crushed ice

Instructions:

Mix the almond gum powder with 2 cups of water in a container, cover it and let it set for 24 hours.

Put the lemon and mint in a large jar.

Pour over enough boiling water to cover the lemon.

Add enough honey or stevia to make it sweet enough.

Let it cool.

Strain the liquid into a tall glass.

Get your almond gum and strain out the excess liquid.

Add this to the lemonade, and stir.

Refrigerate or add some crushed ice, and then serve it with your love.

Now we get to a potion that is more recognizable as a potion…

Healing Potion

This is a general healing potion that basically boosts the immune system and helps the body to heal or recover from illness faster. This is very old fashioned, but very effective.

Ingredients:

a liter of vinegar

1 entire head of garlic with the root end sliced off

a handful of dried helichrysum arenarum

a handful of non toxic pine needles

Instructions:

Put the herbs in a jar.

Bring the vinegar to a rolling boil then turn it off and let it cool until it is warm but not cold-cold.

Pour the vinegar over the herbs and cover it loosely while it cools completely.

Tighten the cap and let it set in a cool, dark place for at least 6 weeks.

When you want to use it, strain some of it into a smaller bottle. The person should take one or two teaspoons every day until they are better.

http://witchuniversity.com/2014/five-basic-witchcraft-potions-for-beginners/

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munnblanton27 · 2 years

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dickwheelie · 3 years

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ayyy so I was gonna try to write something romantic for Valentine’s but. I wrote this instead and it turned out kinda sad so I’m posting it today in advance of the actual full-length fic I wrote for Valentine’s that I’m gonna post tomorrow. it’s jmart of course, just some sad, pining s3 jon flavor. honestly idk if the timeline is even close to accurate in this so don’t call me out if it’s not lmao I’m just vibing

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He’s lying in a hotel room in D.C. trying to fall asleep, or think things through, whichever comes easier, when Martin calls him. He wants to check in, he says, just wants to make sure Jon’s alright. Yes, Jon says, he’s fine, and it’s only sort of a lie. He doesn’t want Martin to worry, though, and quickly changes the topic: how are you doing, Martin? And Martin says he’s fine, of course, which Jon can tell is also sort of a lie.

Jon remembers he was going to ask about the date on a certain statement, and so he does, and Martin tells him about a uni student who came in the other day who only wanted to look at statements involving sailboats, and between the two of them they manage to keep talking for almost four hours. For Jon it’s barely evening, but he realizes that with the time difference, it’s almost ten PM back in London and Martin’s still sitting at his desk at work.

Oh god, Jon thinks, and he barely gets the first apology out of his mouth when Martin cuts him off and says really, it’s fine--he likes talking to Jon. He’s gonna head home now, but he hopes Jon is okay, tells him to keep him updated, tells him not to work too hard, to do some touristy stuff while he’s in America. Jon says he will, he will, and Martin, please, if anything happens, call. You can call me anytime, he tells Martin, and they hang up.

Jon lies in bed, feeling electric. Talking with Martin had been nice. Fulfilling. Not in a statement sort of way, but in the way he’d felt back in uni after a long day of classes and papers, coming home to Georgie and getting to talk to her for a few hours before bed. He feels infinitely better than he’d felt four hours ago.

He’d missed Martin, he realizes. Still does, really. Jon hasn’t spoken to him since leaving the Institute all in a rush about a week ago, and he misses him.

This is normal, he thinks. They’re friends. Surely, by now, they’re friends, and friends miss each other.

An hour later, just as Jon, still very much jet-lagged, is drifting off to sleep, his phone buzzes. Martin’s texted him: “Stay safe. I mean it - we can’t manage over here for long without our head archivist.”

In the blue half-light of the hotel room, a laugh escapes him. His chest is suddenly warm. He texts back, “Steady on for another week. You’ll manage.”

Martin responds with an eye-roll emoji, which is Jon’s cue to turn in for the night.

A week later he’s back in London, slightly worse for wear, and Basira tells him she’s glad he’s back, for Martin’s sake if nothing else. Why Martin’s sake, Jon asks. He’s been missing you something bad, says Basira.

This shouldn’t surprise Jon. It does anyway. He’s not used to the idea of being missed. Missing others, sure, all the time, but not the other way round. It’s difficult for him to imagine other people wanting to have him around. He goes to Martin one day, wanting to tell him he missed him too, that he’s very glad to be back, that Martin’s texts and calls had made him feel happy, and grounded, at least for a few short hours. But instead he just asks him if he’d like to get lunch together, like they used to do, back when Jon was too anxious and paranoid to enjoy it.

At lunch, Martin asks him if he did any touristy stuff after all, and Jon sheepishly says no, he didn’t get the chance. You mean you did work too hard, Martin says, teasingly, as he gestures at Jon with his sandwich. I thought I told you not to do that, Sims. Jon laughs, and apologizes, saying he should have listened to him.

You really should take a few days off, Martin tells him. You look exhausted. Jon nods, says yes, maybe he will. He knows he won’t. Martin seems to know this too, because he sighs, and places his hand on Jon’s where it’s resting on the table between them. There’s a shock of warmth through Jon’s body. Martin says, I’m glad you’re okay.

Jon wants to take his hand, to squeeze it reassuringly. Perhaps if he were a braver man he would. Instead he says, you too, Martin. I’m glad you’re okay too.

It isn’t until right before the Unknowing that Jon realizes Martin loves him. It happens one day when Martin brings tea to his desk, as he always does, and Jon notices it’s in his preferred mug, the tall, skinny blue one that’s easier to grip with one hand. That isn’t what makes Jon realize. What makes him realize is that when Martin sets it down, he turns the mug carefully, angling the handle towards Jon.

Jon reaches out, but Martin is already walking away. He takes hold of the handle instead, which just isn’t warm enough.

I love you, too, he wants to say. I think--I think I love you too. Or--I could. Maybe--if you let me think about it, I--

He doesn’t get any more time to think about it, though, until much later. And by then, there is no more tea waiting at his desk, and no one around who knows his favorite mug.

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its-kall-the-clown · 3 years

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I saw 39 and I couldn't choose between SpicyNoodles or SilkTea so pick whichever pairing calls out to you the most?

*Slams keyboard* yo we don't have enough silktea shipping up in this fandom and I'm STARVING for it!!

I actually have a Silktea fic in the works that happen to be a nurse back to health trope kind of fic. Soooo this may or may not end up getting recycled and used in it. We will see *shrugs*

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Cookie Tin Experiments

Rating: pg-13

“If you don’t rest, you won’t heal.” the deep baritone voice of warrior demon chided. Huntsman keeps his back turned to him and huffs.

"And if I followed your advice I would become one of your lazy lap pets" he bites out hobbling around with his bad leg and crutch. He was gritting his teeth through the pain, but the pain was good. It was easier to deal with compared to the soft touch and kind words that were so foreign to him.

He much preferred the pain and suffering. It was more familiar, easier to navigate compared to the uncharted territory that was Sandy.

He ignores the little disappointed sigh that the demon lets out, once again too soft for his kind, and instead continues his mission to find himself some food. He wants tea, damn the demon, and getting him addicted to the warm earthy flavor. And he wants those little cookies that he always served with it.

The one that came out of the bright blue tin and somehow always tasted better when Sandy gave them to him.

He finally spots the tin sitting atop the highest shelf. He tisks under his breath at his misfortune, reaching up and trying to balance on his toes of his one good leg.

He wobbles a sweat breaking out across his brow. Why was it so far up??? Some part of him thinks the Demon placed it there on purpose to torcher him.

Footsteps.

It makes him freeze and something akin to anticipation crawls its way up his spine. He knows Sandy is only walking towards him, but he feels like prey under a stalking warrior. A shadow casts over his body and a warm chest is pressed against his back.

He's forced against the counter gently as the body behind him reaches up for the tin of cookies.

Huntsman hopes they are too distracted to feel his heart racing in his chest.

He hates this. He hates how warm Sandy feels against his back, he hates how his heart won't fucking stop beating like an idiot, and he hates how incredibly and utterly safe he feels pressed up against this counter.

All too soon the warmth leaves him breathless and the tin of cookies is offered to him with a wide smile.

"Here you are~ tea goes great with these so I'll put on a kettle." The other was completely unaware of what state he's left Huntsman in.

"S-sure. Whatever!" The spider huffs ripping the tin open and shoving a cookie in his mouth hoping it was enough to finally get his heart to stop fluttering in his chest. His back had a lingering warmth that made him shudder.

He didn't know why this always happens around the blue demon. Maybe he still was afraid of them...He needed further experimentation to be certain.

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His first experiment started a day later in the same spot. 'needing' the cookie tin that was set on the top shelf. Huntsman made sure that Sandy was in the room, and made a big show of trying desperately to reach it.

As if on cue the gentle giant rose from his spot on the sofa and made his way over to the struggling spider demon.

Once again he had his stomach pushed to the counter, this time a large hand curls around his hip, steading him and sending electric currents up his spine at the contact. He would deny the little gasp that slipped past his fangs. the warm presence of Sandy is pressed up against his back. This time he focused on his heartbeat, the way the muscles felt solid against him, the gentle even breaths of their chest.

Huntsman focuses on all of it. Trying to pinpoint what part of this makes his own heart flutter frantically.

All too soon the tin can is pressed to his hands and Sandy only smiles at him, something shrewd and knowing under his beard that Huntsman didn't like.

"If you don't rest you won't heal." He reminds him again gently.

He huffs hobbling away without another word.

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The second experiment is tampered with before he even has a chance to try. The cookie tin is not in its normal spot. Set unassumingly down on the counter within arms reach.

Within Huntsman's reach.

He stares at the traitorous tin with all his eyes. How dare the tin be on the counter within reach. This ruins his experimentation. Damn that blue demon and his thoughtfulness, he probably was trying to make things easier for him unknowing that Huntsman was trying something.

"There a problem?" Sandy is beside him, the man sneaking up on him and making him jump. For his hulking figure, he was surprisingly stealthy.

"No." His words are stilted and he turns away from the cookie tin with a huff. Hobbling away feeling an embarrassed flush on his face. He felt like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

He wobbles his way into the living area and he can hear the demon padding after him, following him like a worried puppy.

Huntsman stops in the middle of the living room and looks around. For anything, he could use as his experiment for the day. He spies the bookcase with a red-covered book on the top shelf.

Perfect.

He hobbles over to it and tries reaching for it, once again making a show of not being able to reach it.

Surprisingly Sandy doesn't move forward and Huntsman is left hanging. He feels like a child just learning to spin a web and no one there to help him.

Why wasn't Sandy helping him? Could the big oaf not see he needed the red book at the top of the shelf.

He whirls around with a snarl on his lip and finds that Sandy was indeed still there, just watching him struggle helplessly. There is a lazy smirk on the man's face and they cross their arms and raise an eyebrow at them.

Huntsman feels his face flush red.

He's being played with.

Sandy left that cookie tin out on purpose, and he was leaving him struggling on purpose, he wanted Huntsman to ask for help.

He growls making a little fist with his hands, he tucks his chin into his chest realizing he was going to have to ask for help if he wanted to continue this experimentation.

"C-can you-" He licks his lips trying to find the words and Sandy continues to wait with his arms crossed over his chest. Impossibly patient. If this was a test of wills the spider demon would surely fail.

"-get that book for me." He growls out past tight fangs. Sandy smiles and uncrosses his arms.

But what Huntsman didn't know is that he had made a mistake.

He's now facing Sandy as they approach, instead of his normal position with his back to them.

He finds himself back up against the bookcase, the shelves digging painfully into his back as Sandy looms over him. His eyes not once leaving Huntsman's.

His breath catches in his throat. His heart is beating ten times as fast compared to last time.

Once again that large hand finds his hip, the thumb rubbing deliciously over his hip bone. Their faces are just a few inches apart with Sandy looming over him.

It would only take a few inches to connect them. The smallest push.

A book is pressed to his chest and Huntsman doesn't even look at it. Transfixed and lost in the expression that Sandy was giving him that he couldn't name.

"Was this what you wanted?" They asked his voice in a husky tone and Huntsman feels that damn thumb continue its ministrations against his hip. It's damn distracting, as equally mind-numbing. It stutters his brain and some pathetic noise curls in the back of his neck as the only affirmation he can offer.

"You don't seem too certain. You sure?" the larger of the two tilts his head slightly again, that unknown expression raking him over like coals against skin. Suddenly he's not too certain Sandy is talking about the book.

All he can do is nod, not trusting his voice enough to speak properly.

Blue eyes look Huntsman over, studying him like a map. He finds what he was looking for, or maybe he didn't because he pulls away. He barely had enough time to catch the book pressed to his chest before it tumbles to the floor.

"Never took you as a romance novel type.~"

They tease, creating space and breathing room for Huntsman. The steadying hand never left his hip though.

He can't find it in himself to care.

He shakes the strang spell off him and scowls trying desperately to rein in his emotions or whatever the fuck this was.

"It's p-probably the only good book to read in your shitty yoga instruction book library." He snaps out and Sandy only chuckles knowingly.

He storms off with a book tucked under his arm and face matching the shade of the binding.

#thank you!!! I love doing this one #Silktea #silktea shipping #Sandy #writting prompt #prompt ask #monkie kid

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hornedsimp · 3 years

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Maybe some mutual pining with Punz? And everyone knows but them? Headcanons or drabble whichever you prefer🤗🤗

So, mutual pining huh, I'm sorry this took so long! I wasn't satisfied with anything I wrote, but now it's ready! I hope you like it!

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Mutual Pining

Punz x Reader

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Warnings: none.

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You thought it was a simple and helpless crush at first, something silly and harmless.

That's what you would tell yourself every time you caught him in your vision, no matter what he was doing, he would always run towards you to hug you, sometimes he would throw himself at you, giving you a big smile before saying he had to go take care of business and quickly run off.

In addition, you would always carry some sort of sweet snack on you, you would always give it to Punz when you saw him, making mental excuses about only caring about him because he was your friend.

Punz on the other hand was hopeless in love, he would deny it with every fiber of his being if anyone asked -and sapnap was the one asking a lot of times- you were just a good friend, someone who didn't judge him by his choices of life.

Most people would say he was coldhearted, killing any target simply for money, you on the other side, would still bake him many treats, walking along his side like he was not a threat, you both knew he would never hurt you on purpose.

Sapnap started calling you Punz's girlfriend at one point, only to annoy him, Karl joined the teasing sometime later.

"Look punz, it's your girlfriend there!"

"Own why are you all sad punz? miss your girlfriend too much?"

"Hey I haven't seen Y/N in a while, did you guys break up or something?"

"Is your girl coming to visit or what? I want to ask for more baking tips"

One day you arrived at his tower and heard Sapnap call you the love of punz's life, you turned around and ran home, your whole face burning up.

That day you spent your time baking, a lot of stuff, you ended up with baskets and baskets filled with sugary treats, red and blue flowers decorating every basket, bottles of honey decorated with laces, cakes of different flavors neatly arranged in your kitchen.

When Bad came to visit you he thought it was adorable how much effort you put in every basket, asking who was the special someone, only to see you get incredibly awkward about the whole scene, shaking your hands and trying to explain you weren't baking it for anyone in particular.

It took some time, but eventually Bad got you to open up, listening to your story carefully, about how your heart would practically melt when Punz started bringing flowers to your house, saying he thought they were pretty like yourself, or when he smiled so brightly when you brought him his favorite type of cake.

You couldn't explain when it happened, maybe it was when he invited you to the tower to spend some time together and play some games, you ended up in his lap, enjoying his warm embrace as he played something you couldn't even remember the name, from time to time he would give a soft kiss on the top of your head, no words spoken, you just cuddled from the rest of the day, it was so peaceful that you almost forgot to come home that night.

Or maybe it was when you invited him over, he made a mess in your kitchen, and you guys laughed until you were both on the ground, there were tears in your eyes, he smiled and got some cake mix in your face, laughing lightly at your pout.

There was also the time when you spend the night awake talking to him about your plans of opening your bakery, a safe space for anyone who wanted to come, it could be when both of you decided to trade flowers as a joke, there were too many fond memories.

Sapnap and bad formed an alliance to get you two together, they would often schedule meet-ups with all of the group, only to make everyone leave and let you two hanging out alone, none of the plans worked though.

You kept referring to each other as only friends, best friends, that's it until Tommy came along.

He and tubbo were joking around until Tommy saw you walking along with Punz, you two holding hands and laughing at stupid jokes you kept throwing at each other, you had a flower crown on the top of your head, and punz had many small flowers decorating his golden necklace.

"OI LOVEBIRDS, STOP FUCKING AROUND, CHILDREN ARE WATCHING" Tommy yelled with a giant smile on his face

You both turned around to look at him, Punz's face quickly turned red as he choked trying to give the teenager an answer, your shoulders tensed as you squeezed his hand, the embarrassment of being caught acting way too quickly for you to think your actions through.

Pulling Punz closer you kissed him on the cheek, making an exaggerated "Mwah" sound, turning to face Tommy with a grin.

"ARE YOU JEALOUS BABY BOY?" You yelled back

Tommy yelled back, pulling his hair and calling you crazy, he pulled tubbo and left, still yelling about how you were such a weird person and that he would never kiss someone like that.

Punz turned to you, his face even redder after the kiss, his blue eyes scanning you before he blurted out.

"I love you so much."

You took a step back, a flash of emotions running through you so fast that you almost couldn't identify all of them, Insecurity, Deception, Surprise, Happiness, Love.

With a big smile on your face, you answered.

"I love you too".

#IGDSMP #c!punz #c!punz x reader #imagine #fluff #mutual pining #dream smp

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whattolearntoday · 3 years

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September 28th is...

Drink Beer Day - The day reminds us to enjoy the world’s most popular adult beverage. Beer lovers have more selection than ever before in the ale and lager market. An explosion in the craft beer industry keeps the competition and the flavors robust, churning out new flavors seasonally. Beer connoisseurs quench their thirst with flavors drastically different from their grandfather’s beers. Rootbeer to raspberry, caramel, and hints of herbs all tickle the palate when it comes to artisanal beers.

Good Neighbor Day - It is a blessing to have a good neighbor, but it is even a greater thing to BE a good neighbor. Good neighbors often become friends. They watch out for each other, lend a helping hand, and are there for advice when asked. Neighbors offer that cup of sugar when we are short, collect our mail when we are on vacation, watch our homes, and sometimes watch our children and our pets. Simply put, being a good neighbor makes good neighbors and develops lifelong friendships

International Day For Universal Access To Information - This day promotes the idea that every individual around the world has a right to seek and receive information. This right to information is an essential part of the right to freedom of expression. This includes information at all levels, including local, national, and international. The right to information is essential for decision-making, for participating in a democratic government and enhancing transparency. When citizens have access to information on how they are governed, it leads to open and healthy societies. All of this creates a way to fight corruption.

International Poke Day - Celebrates a Hawaiian dish called poke. By the way, it’s pronounced “poh-kay.” Poke is the Hawaiian word for slice or chop. The dish consists of diced raw fish, sea salt, candlenut, seaweed, and limu. In case you’re wondering, limu is a dark green seaweed plant. It’s a traditional ingredient served in many Hawaiian dishes. Poke is one of the main dishes of Native Hawaiian cuisine. Traditionally, the raw fish consists of aku or octopus. Modern-day poke includes either ahi, salmon, or different kinds of shellfish.

North Carolina Day - The state is filled with beauty from the Blue Ridge Mountains to Cape Fear and up to Kitty Hawk. Along with the beauty, you will find mystery buried in history and nature. Explore the sites of the first powered flight, the disappearance of the Roanoke colonists and with them the first English child born in the New World.

Strawberry Cream Pie Day - Strawberry cream pie can be made in many different ways. Some recipes use a custard or pudding base with strawberries either folded in or on top. Others are made with cream cheese or whipped cream. Whichever you prefer, the strawberry cream pie is a delicious treat.

Voter Registration Day - Urges citizens to register to vote. Make your vote count!

World Rabies Day - Even though rabies is 100% preventable, people around the world still die from it. According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), more than 59,000 people die from rabies each year. Rabid domestic dogs cause over 99% of these deaths. About 95% of all rabies cases occur in Asia and Africa. Rabies is a contagious viral disease of dogs and other mammals. Since rabies transmits through an animal’s saliva to humans, the virus is extremely dangerous. Rabies occurs on every continent except Antarctica. Education is vital for rabies prevention.

#beer #neighbor #access to information #poke #north carolina #strawberry cream pie #vote #rabies

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und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut · 3 years

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Favorite foods because we’re basic bitches and proud of it!

Dang right we are!! 😂🤚

A couple of these guys are pretty similar so they might share the same tastes.

The Guy’s Favorite Foods:

Sans: Not a big shocker here. Finger foods. Usually easy to fix and easy to eat. What more could he ask for?

Papyrus: It’s canon that dinosaur egg oatmeal is his favorite. He does actually enjoy his own cooking now though, and likes to try out various pasta dishes.

Red: Same as Sans, except he’s a sauce man. Drowns everything in sauce. Like. You want some food with that sauce, dude? Someone, please get him a napkin. (Wings would probably be a safe bet with him)

Boss: Psst. Don’t tell no one, but he loves strawberry flavored anything. You didn’t hear it from me though.

Blue: He’s got this...weird thing about colby cheese. Like...cheese and crackers are his thing.

Stretch: Big s h o c k e r here. It’s sweets. Any kind of sweet. (Get him honey baklava and he might propose to you on the spot)

Bear: Ok, so. Since he kept himself from...eating in the underground, he’s really fine with anything. Prefers crunchy textured foods though. Just don’t expect him to be in the kitchen when you’re cooking.

Brace: Like Bear, he’s fine with anything. He can eat meat as long as he’s not the one that prepares it. He loves salads though! He’s got a small garden at the back of his house too!

Plum: When he’s not drinking his weight in green tea, he enjoys a nice sugar cookie.

Cash: Gosh, are you sure you want to know what he eats? It’s all junk. Snack cakes, prepackaged meals, anything he can get his hands on. He really likes salt and vinegar chips the best though.

Raz: He likes spicy food. Not over the top but just enough.

Rus: He likes comfort foods. Fried chicken anyone? Mashed potatoes?

Wine: Steak. Or lobster. Whichever one, really.

Coffee: Pancakes! He’s the type to put ridiculous toppings all over it too.

Orbit: Honeybuns. Or glazed doughnuts.

Nova: He’s got a thing for trail mix. He always packs some when heading out to work.

Hoodie: He’s usually down for whatever....but...he does love peanut butter-flavored snacks.

Twist: He’s a man of spice as well.

Straws: Pie. It’s so painfully obvious. It’s literally one of the first things you’ll learn about him when meeting him.

Plaid: There’s a reason he cooks casseroles on the daily. They’re friggin’ tasty.

G: He really likes onion rings. Onions in general...please get him a mint.

Aster: Pretzels! Especially the kind you dip in cheese sauce.

Sinter: He’s not picky, but he’s partial to breakfast foods.

Busta: He’s literally obsessed with spaghetti-os. You know from the can? He just goes nuts over it. Calm down, dude. They’re not THAT good.

Brick: He likes bacon. A lot. Somebody stop him-

Gent: Much like Wine, a nice steak dinner with some potatoes will do him just fine.

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catgrump · 3 years

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Hello! I love your work, I was wondering if you wanted to write Leobuki with the prompt “I knew this was a bad idea”

Thank you so much!

How have I never thought of this ship before?

Let’s go let’s go!!! Chaotic Punk Rockers!

Non Despair AU where these two are adults auditioning for a talent search/talent competition! Enjoy 💛

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“I knew this was a bad idea I knew this was a bad idea,” Leon was muttering the phrase over and over again as he clutched the neck of his guitar that sat across his lap and tapped his foot on the tile floor incessantly

And then he heard the clanging of metal on metal beside him. He looked to his right and saw a girl sitting down in a (rather sick) colorfully punk outfit with matching hair holding a keytar. The chains on her belt must’ve made the noise as she sat down.

She was looking at him with a soft, somewhat eerie smile.

“Can I help you?” Leon asked, unsure if he wanted an answer

“Ibuki sensed distress!”

Her voice rang out like the welcome bell over a shop door. He’s been in the presence of this girl for like five seconds and he’s already... oddly intrigued. “Is that you?” Leon asked, “Ibuki?”

“Yessir; you’re a good guesser.” Her smile hasn’t left her face. The contrast of her black lipstick and white teeth was... endearing?

Well, Leon would be lying if he said he didn’t think Ibuki looked cool as hell. Pink and blue and white streaks were scattered in organized chaos throughout her long black hair; she was covered in studded, spiked, and chained accessories; her makeup was intense, yet subtle; and she had a chain of piercings trailing under her lip.

Leon’s tongue pressed against the backing of his own labret piercing, thinking about how he doesn’t think he could handle more than one there. She must be hardcore.

“So what’s up?” Ibuki asked with a pep in her pipes, then gasping, quickly straightening her posture, and answering her own question with another question, “Are you nervous about the audition??”

“Heh, you’re a pretty good guesser, too,” Leon nervously tried to flirt; why did he think THAT was a good idea when he’s already on edge?

“Do you wanna know Ibuki’s advice?”

His foot tapping has transitioned to leg bouncing as he replied, “Sure.”

“It’s not an audition at all!”

“Hah, what?”

“If you tell your brain it isn’t an audition, and you’re just playing at home like you would normally, or you’re playing for a crowd— whichever is easier for you; I know Ibuki prefers a crowd— nerves just POOF! Disappear!”

“Easier said than done,” Leon said, trying to keep his cool. She’s cute and giving him attention; he doesn’t want to pass up an opportunity for a potential phone number.

But his brain is having trouble keeping up this facade. Normally if he’s actively trying to pick someone up, he can focus all his attention on trying to impress the person he’s talking to, but the more he talks with Ibuki while trying to hold his head up high, the more he feels like he’s going to pass out. Especially because, “I’ve never actually performed for a crowd before.”

“Wooooaaahhh that’s cuckoo bananas!” Her eyes almost had actual stars in them, “You must have some serious balls to make your first performance a talent competition!”

“Hah, I guess so—“

“But I totally get why you’re nervous! You’re super duper totally allowed to be. Ibuki was in her first talent competition when she was ten, and she was nervous as all hell.”

“How long ago was that?— if you don’t mind me asking,” Leon looked at Ibuki and thought she had to be at least his age

“A little over a decade!”

She is his age. And she’s been performing since she was in grade school.

Leon only recently discovered he could try to make a career in music, and one of his insecurities is feeling like he has to catch up to everyone else.

Suddenly, a stage manager with a clipboard appeared from behind the big push-bar doors, “Number 37?”

“Oh, that’s me,” Leon practically coughed out

“You’re on deck,” the stage manager added before going back inside

“How are you feeling?” Ibuki asked, leaning in

“If I’m being honest; lightheaded,” Leon tried to play it off as a joke, even though it was the truth.

“Let me get you some water!” Ibuki declared, springing up from the bench and swinging her keytar across her back before darting off

“Ibuki, wait—“

But it was too late. She was already bouncing down the hall, determined to reach her destination.

“Dammit,” Leon muttered, keeling his head forward

Talking with her was a nice distraction. Now, all he can think about is that he’s up next to audition.

By the time the stage manager came back to bring Leon into the audition space, Ibuki hadn’t returned.

Leon tried not to worry too much, thinking it would distract him in a bad way.

But he couldn’t help but think of Ibuki when he approached the microphone and said, “Hi, my name’s Leon Kuwata, and this is an original piece called ‘Under the Bleachers’,” and imagined himself alone in his apartment as he played the chords and sang.

And he got to finish the entire song. He was expecting to get cut off, but he sang the whole thing.

He was brought back to reality when one of the people on the panel who were watching started asking him about the piece, “When did you write that?”

Leon talked about how he drafted it in high school— it was originally a poem he wrote for a class assignment— and reworked it into music after going through a breakup.

The panel all at least seemed interested in his story, too, “Well, thank you for sharing, Leon,” one person said, “We’ll be in touch.”

Leon thanked the panel members and left with a smile on his face.

When he walked back into the hallway, there was Ibuki, sitting on the edge of the bench, holding a bottle of water whose condensation was dripping onto her ripped tights. She stuck to her word.

“You were so good, Leon!” She said with a grin, bouncing as she sat, the water in the bottle jostling inside.

“You could hear?” Leon asked, feeling heat creep to his face as he heard her say his name.

“Yeah! I came back and saw you were gone, so I pressed my ear to to door to snoop,” she laughed, “We have totally different styles, but I’d love to jam sometime! It’s fun to get new flavors in every now and again.”

“You would?”

“Abso-tively!” She beamed, then continued, “It’s like Absolutely and Positively had an affair and made a baby.”

Leon laughed, unsure what to make of her. She’s odd, and unapologetic about it. She’s confident enough to have been performing for over ten years. She’s honest and upbeat.

He definitely has a crush.

But would someone as cool as Ibuki want to take a chance on some shmuck like Leon?

She at least seems like she wants to be friends, and Leon would be happy with that.

“If we’re gonna jam sometime, then,” Leon stepped a bit closer and took his phone out of his pocket, “How about I get your number?”

“Sure!” Ibuki was still smiling, and caught Leon off-guard when she pulled her phone out from the waistband of her tights.

They swapped phones and exchanged numbers. Leon paused typing his in to look at her, bouncing her head rhythmically to the tapping of her thumbs on his phone’s screen.

She’s cute. She’s cute and she’s cool and she’s also a musician and Leon can’t believe he was lucky enough to meet her.

Even if he doesn’t get in the show, one good thing came out of today.

When she handed him his phone back, he read the full name of that person— the one definite good thing to come from today— illuminated on the screen: “Ibuki 🤪🖤🎸 Mioda”

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#danganronpa #danganronpa fic #danganronpa fanfic #danganronpa fanfiction #leobuki #Leon x Ibuki #leon kuwata #danganronpa leon #sdr2 ibuki #ibuki mioda #super danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #danganronpa ibuki #Ibuki x Leon

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 3 years

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What kind of candies/sweets does everyone like? Flavours? Whichever characters you want!

Ooh fun one fun one! I love food related questions!

Kohga loves anything banana flavored, obviously. Chocolate covered banana slices, banana booze, even just some bananas and honey to munch on. He DOES however, have a real fondness for a VERY special chocolate truffle that's made in a kingdom off Hyrule. It's mashed bananas added to crumbled up cake, covered in dark chocolate and sprinkles. Sooga tried making it for him because it's kinda expensive. He was NOT pleased with the result, but the idea was sweet.

Sooga isn't as indulgent with treats, especially as much as Kohga. But he enjoys frozen wild berries. It's a special treat that is easy to make, and feels great in the desert heat. He likes bananas, but he likes saving those treats for the rest of the clan, so he likes some sort of sour fruits. He also REALLY likes Taiyaki, preferably chestnut flavored paste. Kohga always buys him one when they attend events, and it makes Sooga's heart go doki doki.

Sidon LOVES popsicles! He makes them with his sister, and he enjoys sharing them. They make a variety of flavors, but his favorite is the sea salt ones. They're salty, sweet, and they're a lovely shade of blue. He also REALLY likes lemonade! Zora ladies make him glasses of lemonade after they checked him out during training, and he's SO flattered by it (he seems to prefer pink lemonade).

Daruk LOVES spicy ish candy! If it isn't lava rocks, he likes spicy candy. Stuff like pulparindo, chamoy, or just cover anything in chili flakes. He likes the lemon pepper ice cream Urbosa makes for him whenever he comes to town.

King Rhoam likes wrether's originals. Is a fan of apples. Apples on a stick, covered in caramel or chocolate. Redder the better. Zelda always makes him an apple crisp for his birthday, and he tops it off with cinnamon ice cream. Malanya comes over sometimes to enjoy some, and even brings over his own carrot cake (the other fairies are so jealous over it tbh).

Impa tries to act professional. But if you offer her plum flavored gummies shaped like lil paws, she LOVES them so much and she lowkey freaks out when she sees them in shops. She also enjoys pecan cookies, especially the recipe passed down from her grandmother. Zelda always gets the heart shaped ones, for no reason at all.

#asks #kohga #sooga #sidon #daruk #king rhoam #impa #malanya

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