#💙ghost-recipes

[ghostssweets]

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I share aesthetics, recipes, poetry, and give you a calm blue-themed safe space to relax!

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💙ghost-outfits - outfit inspo

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💙ghost-recipe - things I’ve made and want to share, I try to give measurements in both cups and grams with alternative ingredients!

💙ghost-reblog - reblogs!

[loveofbots]

zucchini soup you say...? i might have to get you to share the recipe 👀

I FOUND IT

Curried Zucchini Chowder

~Recipe makes 7 cups~

Ingredients:

- 1 Cup chopped onion

- 1 Clove minced garlic

- 2 Tsp margarine

- 1/2 Tsp curry paste 

- 4 Cups grated zucchini

- 3 Cups diced potato

- 3 1/4 Cups of water

- 2 Tbsp vegetable bouillon powder

- 1 Bay leaf

- 1/4 Tsp pepper

- 1/16 Tsp ground cumin

Sauté onion and garlic until golden, stir in curry paste. Sauté for 1 minute

Stir in remaining ingredients. Heat on medium, partially covered for 1 hour. Remove and discard bay leaf. Remove and reserve two cups of soup. Process remaining soup until smooth. Combine with reserved 2 cups of soup.

If you don’t like chunks in your soup don’t bother removing the 2 cups of soup.

Also @montyuh I know you said you wanted the recipe, it’s BOMB DIGGITY. If anyone else makes this recipe, it’s my granny’s! Tell me if you try it.

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Hello! I've never sent an ask to anyone before, so I don't know if I'm doing this correctly! But I seriously love your aus, so I just had to try <3

For your monster!au, do you think that there is a difference in the kinds of food they eat between monsters and humans? The kinds of food, seasoning, preparation, how it's cooked, even the degree to which something is cooked. Especially with how you mention in another post about how some species can't eat certain foods.

Like, does Yuu (female pronouns please! Or gender neutral if you prefer) come to their world and have to figure out how to cook with ingredients she's never seen before, or does Yuu just start to cook things in ways the monster bois have never seen or thought of before? Would the boys enjoy it? Would it be safe for them?

Or do you think there wouldn't be much of a difference?

Also, out of curiosity, which species would you say has the most diverse diet?

I seriously love your page! Keep up the amazing work! Stay safe and stay healthy!💙💚😃

Thank you for sending in an ask! You did it correctly, don’t worry c: And thank you so much! I’m glad you love the AUs so much to send something in! ;;v;;

To a degree, the food being cooked in the Monster!AU would be different depending on the species. I know I’ve pretty much beaten the grape incident into grape juice already, but while some may be okay with eating it, other students can’t due to it being toxic (I looked it up, and cranberry wine is a thing. That means Crewel can still enjoy a glass of wine, and it’s possible that the monsters/ghost chefs would use it in cooking instead of grape-based wines!). The same could be said for certain herbs and spices that we take for granted being something that can make them sick or can be just as toxic as grapes, like onions or garlic. Chocolate can still be a thing for some species, but carob is the main alternative that’s available—which means Yuu will still have access to it at least!

There’s also an extra sensitivity to citrus based scents. Using citrus juice to cook something like ceviche for example would be difficult, as not many can even get past the smell even if the taste itself is amazing. Funny enough, there’s actually this one manga I came across called “His Majesty the Demon King’s Housekeeper” that actually touches up on this fact as citric acid is one of the few ways to clean certain stains off surfaces, but most of the cleaning staff in the mansion couldn’t stand the smell of the orange peels until it was turned into a powder form by the demon king. It’s such a cute manga, and has lots of helpful tips too, so it’s a win-win!

If you can’t tell by now, Slice-of-Life manga and stories are my jam. I love when they touch up on things that we don’t normally think about and put a spin on things! >v<

Anyway, as you can imagine, if (and that’s a major IF) we were strictly to focus on the ingredients we know in our world, recipes would have to be tailored to be suitable to each species to avoid causing issues while ensuring that each student has the right nutrients needed to sustain their bodies. This would have resulted in having to find alternatives that are safe for students to enjoy while still being able to ensure safety to avoid severe allergic or otherwise dangerous reactions to having something they shouldn’t.

That would be one helluva menu to try to cater to when you can’t use certain seasonings to flavor things. Good thing Crowley has those ghost chefs to work with the menu, because I certainly couldn’t fathom the mental gymnastics of creating that kind of menu! @.@

But to put it in perspective, it’s like trying to give chocolate to a cat or dog when we have alternatives such as carob as I mentioned earlier. Or how people who are lactose intolerant have almond or oat milk or even goat milk as an alternative, or how there are gluten-free alternatives for those who can’t have it due to celiac disease. Just to name a few examples anyway, since I know there are people out there who have restrictive diets due to health reasons.

Thankfully, these guys aren’t entirely missing out on flavor since in Twisted Wonderland—much like how they have unique flowers and plants such as mandrakes right around the corner—I’m sure there’s no limit to the types of ingredients that can be used to cook with! In fact, I’m reminded of this manga that I’ve stumbled across that I gotta start from the beginning known as “Delicious in Dungeon”. Basically, it’s where the characters are traveling in a dungeon and they not only find monsters and creatures to hunt and eat (not like there’s a grocery store or market inside a dungeon), but also demonstrate how to prepare and cook using the ingredients found in the dungeon as well as the creatures themselves. It just looks so delicious whenever they show the results and what you can do with the extra stuff you can’t eat!

But I digress. ^v^;

This means that Yuu will have lots of new ingredients to try and explore in various dishes, and this also means new opportunities to learn new recipes! Imagine what you’d be able to learn during the Master Chef event too!

So…what happens when you have a female human who has excellent taste buds and a love of cooking and also loves to cook for others? You’ve got a whirlwind of ingredients flying around and waves of delicious smells wafting through the air leading many drooling students investigating the source (and trying to sneak a bite).

Iron-stomach gourmet Grim is the one who gets to enjoy Yuu’s experimental cooking at first. After all, why shouldn’t he be able to enjoy the spoils of his hench-human cooking for him? He’ll try guiding her with his knowledge of flavors and what tastes good, and she learns which seasonings to use for each dish whenever she talks to Trey or Jamil or even Azul. His bragging of being the first to try true human cuisine wound up drawing in the first years, many curious to see her in action while others hoped to try and sneak in a free meal.

Imagine if she cooked two-three meals a day: mini waffles and giant pancakes that are several inches thick? She’s adding various fruits and berries and pairing it with the perfect syrup! Homemade chicken or beef soup? Simmering with noodles boiled to perfection! Roasted pork and beef stew? Veggie stir-fry? Baked fish? Burgers? Pizza??? Nothing is off the table when Yuu is in the kitchen! And don’t get started on the different desserts she could whip up with Trey!

Soon enough, word would have spread around the school about the human’s delicious cooking and it won’t be long before Yuu has visitors around every meal time.

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Yuu:*whisking eggs as the rice cooks* “Breakfast’s almost ready, Grim!”

Grim: “Hooray! Omurice cooked human-style~!”

Knock-knock-knock!

Yuu: “Come in!” *pouring the egg into two skillets before looking up* “Oh, hey guys!”

Ace: “Hey, Yuu! Whatcha making?”

Yuu: “I’m making omurice. I asked the chefs in the cafeteria how to make it and…wait…” *narrows eyes* “Did you guys come here just to get breakfast?”

Deuce: *sheepish* “Sorry, Yuu…we just really like the way you cook.”

Yuu: *sighs and smiles* “It’s okay. Next time, just let me know ahead of time so I can prepare more, okay?”

Grim: “Don’t even think of taking my portion!”

Ace: “Aww, is that any way to treat guests, Yuu?”

Yuu: “Grim, be nice.”

Grim: “What?! That’s not fair!”

Deuce: “I can wait my turn. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Yuu: “Could you chop up some more veggies and measure out the rice? Ace and Grim can have the first two, then we’ll have the next batch.”

Grim: “Stop encouraging them!”

Ace: “Oi! As if you don’t eat the food at the Unbirthday Parties!”

Grim: “Oh yeah?! Well I-mfh!?”

Ace: “Mfhg!?”

Yuu: *dusts hands after shoving two meat buns into their mouths* “There will be no fighting in my kitchen, you hear me?”

Ace and Grim: “Yeth m’m…”

/The Next Day/

Yuu: *standing in the doorway with a bowl of pancake batter* “…are you here to socialize or do you want to try some of my cooking?”

Silver: “Fa-I mean, Lilia…decided to cook breakfast today. He wanted to try and cook some old human recipes, but…”

Sebek: *looking mildly nauseous* “I did what I could to protect Lord Malleus, but…human food should not look like that.”

Yuu: “Ah, okay. Come on in. I’ll get another batch ready, so help yourself to the ones on the table! There’s fresh fruit and whipped cream there too.”

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I have a feeling that Yuu would be getting a lot of visitors from Diasomnia on days that Lilia does the cooking, and I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to feed them too! 😌

As for the “food bribes”…well, it���s kinda hard to argue with the results. Especially when they can be very valid trades. Yuu wants a specific utensil to make that special treat or meal? You’ll get first dibs on the finished dish!

Oh no, Yuu needs help with this potionology assignment and made too many cupcakes to eat by herself! If only someone could come and help with both…

As you said, there are many possibilities of how Chef!Yuu could take advantage of their knowledge and skill around the kitchen! And before I forget, if I had to choose which species would have the most diverse diet…I would have to say it’s a tossup between the basilisks and the faun and satyr species. Basilisk can essentially eat nearly anything without much issue as their stomach acid is strong enough to even digest rocks and crystals, whereas faun and satyr can eat most any plant and fruit or vegetable imaginable and can tolerate some forms of meat without issue. Though if you really want to enhance the dietary variety possibilities, Epel and Trey would have this in the bag as these two are hybrids of two different species, making them truly omnivorous like humans!

[finniestoncrane]

KTJL!Boomer x Fat!Fem!Reader, word count: 2.5k this was a trade with sweet @lawrites and i am always happy to indulge her in big boy thoughts (since she always does the same for me!!) so enjoy george with a belly being adorable and sexy💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: lil bit of self-sonscious talk but it is quickly erased by lust, biting, sucking, piv, cowgirl

In the dim light of your apartment, cast by the warm standing lamp and the screen of the TV, you admired George’s side profile and the way it cast a shadow, a reflection of the lines, onto his freckled dotted, sun damaged cheek. The crooked nose which felt good no matter where he pressed it against you, innocently or otherwise. The fuzzy outline of his facial hair, which, despite the unique style, suited him so perfectly that you couldn’t imagine him without it. His slightly pouted lips, the bottom one thicker than the top. His long, fine lashes that framed his sweet, olive green eyes. 

And then you were drawn away from his face, watching as he arched his back away from the sofa, stretching his muscular arms up and backwards behind his head. His tattoos were difficult to make out in this level of light, but the shape of his body wasn’t. Strong, sturdy, well bulked out. His tight, white t-shirt rode up over his stomach as he scratched at the back of his head, letting you see more of him. His body, softened by love, protruding forward in a way he hadn’t quite gotten used to yet. The curves, the soft contrasting the stiff. 

George groaned, ending the guttural sound with a satisfied moan as he settled himself back down into the sofa beside you, one of those big, strong arms reaching for his can of beer, the other one slipping effortlessly behind your back and lifting you like you weighed nothing, his fingers pressing into the ample flesh that spilled over in curves and rolls, textures he could never get tired of. 

In a move far more polite than he might have been when you first met him, a testament to your positive influence over him, your ability to domesticate even the most feral of wild dogs, he covered his mouth and hid the quiet burp, apologising quickly before changing the subject to try and distract from his tetherer, but still unbroken, more uncouth habits.

“Well, fuck me sideways, babe. You’ve outdone yourself again, lil sheila! I couldn’t move off this couch even if I wanted to.”

He rubbed his hand up and down your arm, his strong, thick limb still wrapped tight around your shoulders, pulling you into him as you both relaxed after what you could only describe as an indulgent meal. Post-dinner was always one of the nicest times with him. It gave you so much endless joy to see him fed, satisfied and comfortable. Though it did make you wonder how long he had gone without eating properly before he met you. Rushing meals, eating when he could, but not when he wanted to. Having to survive on whatever they fed inmates at whatever prison he found himself in at that time. 

These days, though, he seemed to delight in the act of eating with you. Like he was sharing something special with someone special, a sweet ritual of necessity but offered up to him luxuriously. And even more recently, he had become a bit more adventurous as he joined you in the kitchen to cook meals. He was keen to learn, he fed off the praise that you offered him. Of course, a lot of the prep took far longer than indicated in the recipe books, but that was only because he was forever pawing at you. Asking you to taste things off his fingers, dripping sauce on your neck to give himself an excuse to lick it off. At one point, several things had come close to burning because he had decided that playing out the pottery wheel scene from “Ghost” with the dough for tomorrow’s bread was far more important than stirring the pots on the burners. But, as much as he liked to make it fun, to find humour, and an opportunity to grope you, at every turn, he was dedicated to learning the art. There was a pleasure in it that he’d never noticed before in all his years.

And, as an added benefit, there was something else which made the experience all the more joyful. Something you hadn’t even considered but which was a happy side effect of his new attitude towards food and meals. George had gained a bit of weight since effectively moving into your apartment with you. Nothing too extreme, not in this short time. The muscles on his arms were still visible, his legs still powerful and thick, and his core was still strong, torso lined with vaguely defined muscles when he tensed and posed. But when his body was relaxed, and particularly after you had filled him up with a nice, hot meal, his distractingly attractive stomach, what he affectionately referred to as his beer belly, was always more pronounced. 

You looked over to it, placing your hand against it as he sipped from the cool can you had gotten for him after dinner, happy to see him nourished and comfortable. He wasn;t afraid of showing off his body before, a fact you were grateful for, very much so, but you had worried a change in looks might make him more demure, more reserved. Thankfully, however, it only seemed to boost his confidence. He had made a comment once about finally looking like “a man”, or like “his old man”, after which he swiftly changed the conversation. You hadn;t pried, you had only held him close and told him you liked the way he looked too. 

Noticing your gaze, the way your fingers traced over the skin on his stomach that showed under the hem of his shirt, running over the hair and the small, silvery stretch marks that had begun to form, he let out a snorting laugh as he looked to you. 

“You know, I can’t zip my hoodie up properly anymore cos of you. You gotta get worse at cooking, I reckon! If only for the sake of me keeping this hot bod exactly how it is, babe.”

George leaned to the side, setting down his beer and sticking his tongue out mischievously as he teased you. You smiled back, relishing the thought that he found himself perfect as he was, and wishing you were able to view yourself with the same confidence and kindness. And, familiar with the spiral, you were quick to push away any of those kinds of thoughts. You’d been there before. Self-deprecating jokes only led to the thoughts becoming permanent, and you refused to let George feel any less than perfect, even if he did get bigger, or smaller, than how he was right now. 

“Absolutely not! I like you this way, I liked you before, and I’ll like you however you look. You’re happier, healthier, and far more sexy, and you only get better every day. Besides, we can always just get you some new clothes.”

A sudden wave of familiar paranoia came over you as you looked down at your own stomach. Those thoughts came a lot less often now, but sometimes they struck you at the most inopportune moments. That little bit of worry that came with being a big person. The kind of worry that might have started to settle in dribs and drabs in George’s mind. If he saw himself as capable of not being perfect at a certain size… then could he see you in the same light?

As you tried to shake the notion from your head, you felt George’s hands on you, soothing over your stomach, curling around to your side with a lustful sigh, skipping over the lumps and curves that, only moments ago, had made you feel inadequate, but now felt like gifts you got to share with him. 

“I know, I know. We can get me whatever clothes we want. And believe me, I know I’m rockin’ that dad bod thing that makes chicks wetter than…”

He stopped, blushing as he realised he might be speaking slightly out of turn in your presence, offering an awkward smile at your own lopsided grin. 

“... Uh… what I mean is… I might look a bit healthier and softer now, cuddlier even, ALTHOUGH only you get to cuddle me…”

Emphasising that point, trying to dig himself out of the hole you were happy to get a ladder for, he pulled you in to a tighter embrace.

“... I just wish it suited me like it suits you. Yeah, yeah, I’m a good lookin’ guy. But you? You’re just downright fuckin stunning.”

Giggling, you wriggled under his tough as he dug his fingers into your stomach and love handles, pulling at you to position your body closer to his. Once you were resting against him, he patted his own stomach with his free hand.

“I mean, obviously more of me is never a bad thing! But fuck me, babe, there’s never enough of you.”

His palm struck your hip, fingers digging in once more as he jiggled your body with a guttural groan, and as you looked to him, a blush forming on your cheeks, you could see he was biting his lips, eyes focused on your front, gaze gliding over your stomach, your hips, and settling on your breasts. 

George moved so quickly towards you that you choked on the surprised laugh that came out as his soft hair tickled at your neck, head buried between it and your shoulder, his lips and teeth dragging over your skin, sucking and biting sloppily as he moaned. Pulling back, drool spilling onto his chin, he narrowed his eyebrows. Between deep, slow breaths, he almost whispered to you.

“Looks like I’m still hungry after all… do you mind?” 

You shook your head, pursing your lips to try and hide the wide grin that immediately pressed into your cheeks. Your mouth parted in a fit of giggles as he rolled himself on to you, arms slinking behind your back to hold you tight, but he quickly leaned back to look into your eyes with a slight grimace. 

“Sorry, love. I hate to be a lazy cunt, but you’ve filled me up and I can barely move…”

He rubbed at his stomach and you watched the way his hand moved so gently over the soft skin. 

“... Would you mind? You can take the reins if you want, ride me instead?”

There was no way he had to ask twice, you were more than happy to take the opportunity. So you nodded, enthusiastically, and he rolled back, arms still around you, taking you with him as he lifted you onto his body. Feeling your weight pressing down on him gave him a sense of comfort he had only ever found in you before. Securing him, grounding him, your soft stomachs pushed together as he held you closer, tighter. 

With his neck outstretched, George’s lips found your neck, heavy kisses being placed on the side of it, teeth grazing the skin before sinking in. The pressure was light at first, delicate, but as you moaned in response, he clasped onto a section of flesh, his tongue swirling over it as he sucked. The blood was brought to just under the surface, a deep red bruise beginning to form, visible as he pulled back with more drool spilling over your skin and over his lips, which were curled into a proud smile as he admired the mark he had left on you.

“Hm… nah, not quite satisfied yet!”

Another lunge, this time to your shoulder, his lips and teeth circling a part of you, teasing it with his tongue, heat prickling on it as the delightful pain surged over you. As he worked on his mark, artful reminders of his possessive nature on your skin, he reached his fingers between you both, pushing between your thighs to rub at the front of your underwear. 

You cringed for a moment, suddenly aware of how wet you were already. But the delighted groan that George let out, tossing his head back with a toothy grin, warmed you, resetting your confidence. Kissing along the side of his face, nose tickling against his sideburns, you could feel his fingers splaying your lips, spreading your slick around. 

Sitting up for a moment, you let your own fingers slide over the bulge at the front of his sweatpants, twitching and pulsing under your delicate, featherlike touch, yearning for more contact. Digger tried to buck his hips up, to increase the contact, but your weight kept him down, restrained until you felt like giving him what he wanted. 

Teasing down the band, you freed his cock, unable to help yourself from looking at it with wide eyes. Your body convulsed as you remembered how it felt inside of you, impressive length and girth, stretching you, making you clench around him. 

“You don’t have to wait around, sweetheart…”

George was watching you, the way your lips had parted, wet with saliva as you drooled over his thick cock bobbing in front of you.

“... you can fuck yourself on me whenever you want, in fact, I welcome it, babe.”

With his permission granted, you lowered yourself onto him, pulling your panties to the side to give his cock full access to your now sopping wet cunt. Your wetness, the warmth inside of you, elicited an immediate reaction from George, as he bucked his hips and groaned with surprise at just how good you felt every single time without fail. He gripped your hips tight, finger digging into the overspill of fat on your sides, using it as handles to guide your pace and movements. A mutually beneficial act of fucking, you using him, him using you. Both of you moaning into one another as your lips met in a passionate flurry, muffling some of the more lewd and desperate noises you both made. 

But even so, between gasps and groans, George managed to mutter words of praise and affection to you, keeping your body in his mind, since it was the only thing he could think of at that moment.

“Fuck me… I could tear you apart babe, you’re so soft and precious… I’ve got… what is it? Cute aggression?... Just wanna… wanna squeeze you… wanna feel you… all of you… Yeah… fuck… you’re just… everything… everything…”

With a sputtering yelp, you felt George’s grip tighten, felt the way his muscles tensed before quickly relaxing, his body almost melting as his release spilled inside of you, your cunt painted in his thick, warm cum. You stayed still, keeping his cock inside of you as you sat on his lap, only beginning to move yourself when you saw him close his eyes and lean his head back, catching his breath slowly as he pushed his hair back out of his face. 

Once you were back down next to him, bodies and sofa covered in sweat and slick, you placed a hand on his stomach, worried that maybe it was a little bit too much exertion after a large meal. But he turned to you with a satisfied smirk.

“Always room for a little bit of dessert, eh, babe?”

[indigosunsetao3]

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Okay but look at this 😭😫👏🏻❤️🥺🥹 it’s such husband behavior and I could see all the 141 guys doing this tbh. Maybe except Price (I feel like he’d go to the ends of the Earth to find one and would be successful. Even if it means driving 2+hrs to every Tesco trying to find the cake)

What? Stop it right now. This is too cute.

Just doing read more because it's a bit long to list them all. All are SFW and fluffy. 💙

Price for sure is going to every. single. store. He's going to find this cake one way or another; he won't come home until he's got it. He loses count of how many places he tries. He makes store managers call other stores to see if they have it in stock, watching them from the counter with narrowed eyes. When he tracks down the last one, which is another hour away, he asks the store to set it aside and pays them double when he arrives for their effort (and to apologize for slightly threatening them if they sold it to someone else). Traditions are important to him and he'll be damned if he misses a year. "I know it's almost midnight dear, but it's still technically your birthday. Never mind where I've been all day, not important."

Soap is making a masterpiece. Baking may not be his forte per se but man is artistic. His creation is a variation of all the different caterpillar cakes; selecting only the best qualities from each. And yes, he looked and studied them all. He has pictures of them all over the kitchen counter with notes on each about what he likes and doesn't like. Then he sketches out his own picture and uses it as a blueprint for his design, proudly naming it Craig.

"Clyde's eyes are terrifying, bonnie. But I didn't like how Chris didn't have feet...they have to have feet or then it's a snake. And Morris was boring, not enough stripes."

Gaz is in the kitchen for hours baking. He's bought everything he needs in bulk because he knows it's going to be a learning curve. He ends up with multiple failures, that he'll take to the team to devour, before finally getting it right. By the time he finishes, the kitchen is a disaster—every pan, bowl, plate, and pot (yes pot, he ran out of clean bowls) is dirty by the time he finishes. And flour? It's everywhere, his hair, clothes, the cat. "Stay out of the kitchen. Just sit here and enjoy this...I'll be back in a bit. If you see the cat just brush him off for me, yeah?"

Ghost enlists Soap to help him. It ends up with a bunch of arguing about how to do it. They fight over where to put the milk chocolate decorative pieces, the proper spacing of the eyes, the size of the feet and every other little imperfection Ghost can find. Soap eventually leaves telling Ghost to do it himself...before coming back thirty minutes later to help him finish. It's a bit lumpy and there are little slashes where it had been pulled apart and resealed with chocolate icing like glue from Ghost's attempts to get it perfect. "It's a bit beat up, sorry love. Tried to make it perfect for you, now it looks like he's been to war with all the scars."

Bonus:

Alex, poor soul, had no idea this kind of cake was even a thing at first. He assumed a caterpillar cake was just a sheet cake with the Very Hungry Caterpillar on it until you explained. Once he knows what it is, you get a caterpillar cake every year; he doesn't care that shipping costs three times as much as the cake itself. But this year the shipment runs late and he has to call in backup...which involves Gaz going to the shops to sweet talk the little old lady bakers for their recipe while Alex frantically takes notes. He only has a few hours to get it together and while he does his best...it's the thought that counts right? At least it tastes like it's supposed to.

"I know it's not Colin but if you squint hard enough it's vaguely a caterpillar....really squint, maybe cover one eye, and stand back a few feet. I promise your real one is on its way, just had a bit of delay."

[taifenggg]

SFW CONTENT - [♤]

NSFW CONTENT - [☆]

Everyone:

How They Act Going Into the Freezer Section of Costco

All Demon Bros[ 💙 💛 🧡 💚 🩷 ❤️ 💜]

What they think of Ghost(the band) [♤]

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Lovestruck (Brother’s Version) [♤]

Things the bros do cause they're simps for you

Their Favorite Love Language [♤]

The love languages they like to receive the most.

Green with Envy [☆]

Jealousy is something we all experience, and the brothers are no exception to this.

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Chaos is unfolding at the House of Lamentation

Lucifer [🦚💙]

Lucifer’s Busy With Paperwork

Mammon [💰💛]

What he wants [♤ but slightly suggestive]

"Why Do You Only Call Me When You're High?" [☆]

Giving you your t-shots(Transmasc!Reader)[♤]

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Fleeting Glimpses [♤]

Transported to the past, you ultimately have to come to terms with the fact that your first man isn’t the same as the one you remember.

Words Fail [♤, Angst to Comfort]

He doesn't realize that sometimes his words sting.

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Mammon’s Busy Counting His Grimm

Leviathan [🐍🧡]

"Why Do You Only Call Me When You're High?" [☆]

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Levi’s Busy Binging TSL Again

Satan [😾💚]

Bookstore Shenanigans [☆]

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Satan’s Absorbed in A Rare Book

Asmodeus [💋🩷]

"Why Do You Only Call Me When You're High?" [☆]

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Asmo’s Out Partying

Beelzebub [🍔❤️]

"Why Do You Only Call Me When You're High?" [☆]

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Beel’s Out Walking Cerberus

Belphegor [🐮💜]

Belphie’s Busy Taking A Nap

The Dateables[ 💗 🖤 🤍 🩵 🍰]

Lovestruck (Dateables Version) [♤]

Things the dateables do cause they're simps for you

none so far

Diavolo [👐💗]

Diavolo’s Busy Sorting Through Student Council Paperwork

Barbatos [⌛🖤]

Green with Envy [☆]

Giving you your t-shots(Transmasc!Reader)[♤]

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Barbatos is Busy Attending to Lord Diavolo’s Needs

Solomon [🪄🤍]

Bookstore Shenanigans [☆]

"Why Do You Only Call Me When You're High?" [☆]

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[agender-wolfie]

Simon and Southern reader.

You’ve been dating Simon for about a year and you’ve both picked up on some habits the other has.

Y/N: “Hey,Si? Where are the biscuits?”

Simon: “In the cupboard, love.”

Y/N: “K, thank-……… I just called cookies ‘biscuits’”

You hear a deep chuckle from the living room.

Simon: “We’ll make a proper Brit out of you yet”

Y/N: “Please don’t tell my mama, I don’t think her lil heart can take it”

Simon: “Wouldn’t dream of it, love”

He does btw and your family never lets you hear the end of it

Y/N: “How the fuck do I use this thingamajig?!”

Simon: “….You mean the kettle?”

Y/N: “Yeah, that thing.”

Simon: “You mean to tell me you’ve never used a kettle before? How did you make tea?”

Y/N: “Babydoll, we just put it in the coffee pot then added more water with the sink after.”

*Distressed British noises*

Simon has used some of your slang without him even realizing it

Has said “Y’all” when addressing the team and they just stared at him with the wildest looks on their faces but he didn’t think anything of it

Price: “Ghost, I need you to lead todays training exercise.”

Simon: “Cool beans”

Price:

Has said “Well bless your heart” to a rookie that got cocky and tried to get buck with him. Do you want to hear that in a low menacing voice as he slowly walks up to you? Didn’t think so.

He loves all of your cooking but mostly your southern dishes. Will ask your mom if she has anymore recipes when you visit family.

Has tried sweet iced tea but just doesn’t like it. It’s the Brit in him. Will however make it for you and bring it to you in a thermos. Always makes it just the way you like it. Not too sweet and with a splash of lemon 🍋

Y/N: “Aww, Si. You didn’t have to do this for me, darlin.” 💖

He’ll shrug and act like it’s no big deal but he’s blushing under the mask. He’ll just toe at the floor and say

Simon: “It’s nothing, jus know you like that awful stuff.”

It’s all said in love, though. This man is a tsundere and you can’t tell me otherwise. But if someone else makes snarky or rude comments about your sweet tea?

Simon:“Say that again and I’ll kill you, skin you, gut you and make it look like an accident.”

Simon is very protective of his little southern baby 💙

[tommybowefuneralattendee]

💙Smoshblr December Asks Day 26💛

What are your top 3 favourite youtube channels/series outside of smosh?

i'm so glad you asked, i'm about to be in my shill era

Watcher Entertainment is everything to me and always has been. I only got into Smosh in the last year, but the origin point of my ao3 handle (halfwheeze) is Buzzfeed Unsolved, the predecessor of Watcher series Mystery Files and Ghost Files. top three series on watcher moment

Puppet History

Weird and/or Wonderful World

Too Many Spirits

dropout!! i've also been into dropout longer than smosh, funnily enough. top three series on dropout moment

Game Changer

Make Some Noise

Dirty Laundry

back on my buzzfeed pipeline, The Try Guys !! eugene, keith and zach... they're like brothers to me. uncles. being an audience member when eugene came out was literally fucking life changing for me, i am not fucking joking. zach's public journey with his physical disabilities... yeah. yeah. also, keith is My Guy. he shares a lot of traits with my actual brother so he's very Homey for me. top three series on the try guys moment

without a recipe / without instructions (same slot bc i have so much love in my heart)

eat the menu

drunk vs high

special mentions: strange aeons, film cooper, annamarie forcino, jammidodger, salem tovar, ty turner, charliebarley, jarvis johnson.

[moonchild-in-blue]

Hello!! 8D I'm new to the Sleep Token fandom; I saw like 2 concert videos on my TikTok feed yesterday morning and proceeded to complete the fastest casual to full blown fan speedrun of my life in a single day XD And I don't really have anyone I can yell about them to, not even the person who originally introduced me to their music, so :P I'm still working my way through listening to their full discography, but I wanted to say a MAJOR part of how fast I got into them I feel is because of the Wembley show from this past weekend?? It says so much about Vessel that he handled the whole thing the way that he did, and the more footage I see from that specific show the more my heart is FULL for this man <3 That on top of the cool and intriguing lore, AMAZING aesthetics, and of course the music (which I was already into before but even moreso now XD), and it was a RECIPE for a hyperfixation :3 I also wanted to say as a newbie that I love the new masks?? Especially Vessel's; the red edgings are SO cool and put even more emphasis on his TEETH :P His whole look is Iconic (though I wonder if that cloak must be heavy to wear??), I love that the other members of the band are developing their own distinctive looks too?? And it's super cool to see how their look evolves as they become more and more successful, just from what I've seen so far <3 I also just REALLY love how more and more music artists are embracing the innately religious experience that comes with a live concert?? As you can probably tell I'm a Swiftie so I had the same thought about the Eras tour XD but also with other punk-rock/metal artists like Ghost :P So calling their shows a "Ritual" or a "Worship" is metal as hell, I think :3 Plus just as a somewhat personal note, lately I've been running out of podcast episodes that I feel comfortable falling asleep to, and I already want Vessel's voice just PUMPED DIRECTLY INTO MY VEINS, so the natural progression I think is using ST to fall asleep to as well?? Which I mean, given their lore and everything, worshipping the eldritch god of sleep, feels appropriate XD Last thing -- so far my fave song of theirs is The Love You Want, I can't stop listening to it :3 I originally got into them through The Summoning, of course, and now I also love Alkaline cause it was in one of the videos I mentioned XD I started downloading more and more individual songs that I saw mentioned by name on here until I just caved and basically downloaded their entire discography, it was gonna happen anyway at this rate XD But I'd love to know what your faves are, too!! <3 (and bless you for reading this long-ass message from a total stranger lol XD)

Hello there! Wow, that's quite the achievement!! I totally understand though, once you get sucked into their tar trap (hehe) it's pretty much impossible to leave (not that I have ever wanted to).

Welcome to the family!! I hope you enjoy your stay here - there are warm beverages and snacks on the table, take as much as you want and get cosy. 💙🍵🍪 You are more than welcome to scream about our beloved cryptics - we shall all join you, like a pack of feral wolves howling at the moon Sleep 🐺🌕

I have recently gotten an ask from another lovely new member of this weird little community, and did an introductory post of sorts. I will link it here - it's a nice read, and there is a very good post linked there with some more background on the band - how did they start, album evolution, some important lore info, etc etc, by our lovely local archivist and knowledge keeper hehe. It's an incredibly thorough and comprehensive read - 100% reccomend!

So, about Wembley. Yeah, I think we're all still collectively recovering from it. There was A LOT of expection for it, being their last Ritual of the year, and the biggest headline to date, and even more things happening (New masks, iii's return, and of course Vessel's unfortunate situation). Vessel, the band and choir, and every single crew member involved did a fantastic, admirable job under the circumstances.

I won't dwell too much on it, as I've already shared my thoughts on another post, as so did many others, but yes - the fact that Vessel chose to perform at all given his condition, and somewhat stil managed to blow everyone away, is nothing short of an indicative of how sweet and beautiful, and loving that man is. I have nothing but respect for him and the guys - it must've been pretty hard on them as well to perform in such sad circumstances. The show was incredible, and my heart is still so so full with it 💙

The masks are pretty amazing!! I'm personally still attached to the old black ones, and in mourning of iii's victorian child look, but I do loooove the new costumes (they got me feeling some type of way, but I won't be weird here. Just Thinking Things)! Very yummy 😚 The new Choir outfits are INCREDIBLE aaaaaa (you will see me fangirl about them a lot).

Vessel's mask in not new per-se - he's had this one since May or June I believe (around the time TMBTE came out). His mask (and shoulder piece) is AMAZING, I am so in love with it still. It was done by Hysteria Machine - the same artists who did the new Espera (my lovely choir ladies) masks (debuted in the first German Ritual of December). His cloak is actually super lightweight, and the shirtless look helps to keep him cool during his adorable zoomies hehe (not sure about the fur on the back - but he seems to be okay with it, for the ~aesthetic~. My love is a nerd lol)

Yeah, the religious vibes are definitely there, even if just for the lore. I'm not a fan of neither Taylor Swift nor Ghost, so I can't really comment on that, but concerts to have a very transcedent feel to it. "Worship" is kind of a tagline for the band and fans, while Rituals are the actual shows!

I have lost count to how many night's I've fallen asleep to Vessel's voice lmao. As someone with severe insomnia issues, their music is nothing short of divine. 💙

I too was a victim of The Summoning - I suppose it really worked! TLYW funnily enough was my least favourite from that album during the first 2 or 3 listens. Then I watched the live performance for it and OMG. Now it occupies a very special place in my heart - even more after iii's brief absence!

My favourite song is Atlantic - it will forever and always have my heart. Very closely followed by Chokehold / The Apparition / Drag Me Under. Special kiss with tongue to Fields of Elation and Jaws (among others)! Do not sleep (hehe) on their eps/singles!!!! They are fenomenal!!! I always reccomend you listen to the albums in full, at least at first, to really get the full experience. But of course, you do you hun!

If you like the lore aspect of the band, I'd definitely recommend you scroll through the ST lore tag. There are so many amazing posts with lyric analysis, lore headcanons, among others. Also thought the fanart tag!!! The amount of talent and care in this fandom is insane. Everyone is so kind and loving and sweet here - I'm sure you'll have a good time! Don't be shy, go full unhinged if you so wish, and feel free to drop by anytime with any thoughts, questions, or anything else 💙

[ghostfives]

Christmas baking

A/N: A christmas gift for my good friend Vito! I hope you love it and merry christmas! 💙 Alex hums softly as he reads the recipes, waddling around the kitchen and grabbing the ingredients he’ll need. He wants to do some Christmas baking for Zeb and Viz, maybe the whole ghost crew if he doesn’t get tuckered out. He grabs all the measuring cups, spoons and other supplies he’ll need, having to pause at a  hard kick. “Really baby boy? Right now?” Alex asks, eyeing his large belly. “Two more months and you’ll be out, kick then.” He huffs playfully, feeling a small tug on the red string tied to his wrist and smiles softly, tugging back so Zeb knows he felt it. It had been broken, his string. For years, he had wondered how it had made his soulmate feel, when he had cut the string at the empire's wishes, as all ISB agents must do to get into the empire. When he had met Zeb, he felt the pull but tried to ignore it. For months he tried to ignore it, but then he couldn’t ignore it anymore when he was saved.  It took months, but their string tied itself back together when they finally went on their first date. There's still a knot, to remind both of all they’ve been through to be together, and Alex is okay with that. Alex smiles softly, shaking his head to clear his thoughts before starting to measure out the ingredients and adding them into the bowl, humming softly as he mixes them. “Your papa is gonna love these.” Alex whispers, talking to the baby as he has taken too when he’s alone. “That man has such a big sweet tooth on him, even bigger than Fives’.” He laughs softly, trying a little bit of the dough before gagging. “Ew, what…why is it sal-” He pauses, before picking up the container of sugar, only… the label doesn’t say sugar. “Really Alex? You’re smarter than this.” He whispers angrily to himself before throwing out the dough. Alex sniffles a bit, wiping at his eyes. “Don’t cry, you were an ISB agent for forces sake, you’re supposed to be able to control it better.” He whispers, but his emotions are winning as tears collect in his eyes. He can feel worry come across his string, Zeb must be feeling his emotions. That just makes more tears build. “No no no, shouldn’t worry him.” Alex sighs shakily, wiping at his eyes. Then he’s startled when Zeb bursts through the door and immediately wraps him up in a hug. “Zeb, what-” “Just got home, now why are you upset?” Zeb asks gently, kissing his head and gently reaching down to run along his back. “Felt it through the bond.” He says softly, continuing to rub Alex’s back. “What’s going on?” Alex sighs, sniffling a bit. “I tried to bake you cookies.” He says softly. “But I was stupid and put salt instead of sugar.” He says softly, sniffling more. He gently rubs his belly and curls into Zeb. “Aww love, it’s okay.” Zeb kisses his head gently. “These things happen, and you’re pregnant and are a bit hormonal. Would you like to watch a movie and we can try baking later? Or we can bake together right now?” He suggests. “Maybe bake together right now?” Alex asks softly, cuddling close to Zeb. “If you don’t mind?” He asks softly. “I wanted it to be a kind of gift but… it would also be nice to do some baking with you. Really nice.” He says softly, holding Zebs hand gently. Zeb smiles softly and kisses Alex’s head. “I’d love to.” He purrs, happy to do anything with his darling Alex. He gently and playfully tugs at the string. “I hope you can feel how happy I am to bake with you.” Alex feels the pulse of happiness. “Yes, I definitely can love.” He grins and hands Zeb the recipe, back to being happy. “Now we just need to make sure its sugar and not salt this time.” He says softly. “Sounds perfect!” Zeb reads over the recipe, humming softly as he makes sure that they have everything they need on the counter and thankfully now they do. “Alright, what do ya want me to do?” He asks, eyeing alex. Alex hums. “You start mixing the dry ingredients, and I’ll mix the wet ones?” He suggests, rubbing his chin in thought as he grabs another mixing bowl. “On it!” Zeb grins and starts mixing the dry ingredients, happy to help. At one point he mixes too fast and some flour splashes on his fur, making him sigh. But he soon finds the right pace to mix at and it’s smooth sailing from there. Alex hums softly as he mixing the wet ones, cracking the eggs the way his mother showed and adding milk and a little more vanilla than asked. He always adds a little extra vanilla. “There, now we can mix both together.” Alex grins, setting his bowl next to Zebs. Zeb  hums and gently pours hs bowl into Alexs, and watches as his boyfriend starts to mix it up. He smies, chuckling softly at the look of concentration Alex Gets as he mixes. Who knew it took so much concentration to mix batter? Alex hums as he finishes mixing, grabbing tqo baking sheets and placing parchment paper on them. “Okay, wash your hands and then we can roll these you.” He smiles as he washes his own hands, gently kissing the string around his finger once they’re dry. Zeb chuckles and nods, quickly washing his hands. “Okay… how do we do this?” “Like this, love.” Alex picks up a small handful of dough and gently rolls it in his hand until it becomes a ball, then he sets it on the parchment paper. “Just like that, and make sure they are spaced out at least an inch or we’ll get one giant cookie.” “That doesn’t sound like a bad thing.” Zeb teases, and get’s an elbow nudge in his side. “Okay okay! Spaced out.” He laughs, it’s all in good jest. He starts making the little dough balls and laying them on the sheet. “You better.” Alex teases before he too start making his own. They both keep at it until each cookie sheet has about 24 dough balls on them to be baked, and Alex’s mouth is watering as his stomach grumbles softly. He can’t wait. Once the oven beeps, Alex is pulled out of his thoughts. “Okay, you put those in and I’ll set a timer for about 15 minutes.” He hums, grabbing his datapad to set the timer. Zeb nods and slides both pans into the oven. “Is that it?” He asks. “Yep!” Alex shows a gentle smile. “Now we can relax and watch tv, while the cookies bake and then snack time. And believe me, this one wants his cookies.” He pats his belly. “Kicking up a storm at the moment.” Zeb chuckles, gently feeling Alex’s belly before lifting him up in his arms, earning a small yelp of surprise from Alex. “Lets go in our room then and snuggle.” He says, already heading there. Alex snuggles in. “Sounds perfect, darling.” He says, yawning a bit as he’s carried to their room before being layed in the bed. He hums as Zeb crawls in to snuggle him. “I’m tired now, but I need a cookie before bed.” He struggles to keep his eyes open, and he’s sure Zeb can feel his exhaustion through the bond. The pregnancy seems to be zapping all his energy nowadays. “You rest.” Zeb whispers. “I’ll wake you up for a cookie, I promise.” “Fine, but you better wake me up,” A yawn interrupts him. “Mr. Or I’ll be angry.” He then curls close, laying hs hands under his chin where he always keeps them and drifting off, feeling one of Zeb’s large hands settle onto his belly. xxx Alex sniffs, smelling freshly baked cookies as a soft smile adorns his face. He hums, eyes fluttering open and looking up to see Zeb setting a plate of cookies on the side table. He lets out a chuckles. Zeb startles and looks over. “Was just about to wake you.” He hands Alex a cookie. “They’re all done, your alarm went off but you didn’t hear it so I did it myself.” Alex grins and bites into the cookie, sighing happily. “Thank you.” He says once he swallows. “They turned out so good.” He eats the cookie, then grabs another and starts eating it too, face lit up as if it were… well, christmas.” Zeb chuckles, sitting on the bed as he nibbles his own cookie. “Glad you like them, you just eat up and then we can nap more.” He says. Alex nods, and he munches on a few more cookies before he’s had his fill and he cuddles close to Zeb. “I’m glad we’re soulmates.” He says suddenly, laying his head on Zeb’s chest. “And I can never say sorry enough for cutting our string.” He says softly, gently thumbing at the knot. “Hey, I already told you I’ve forgiven you. And the string wasn’t your fault, they practically made you.” Zeb says, gently holding Alex’s hand and the knot. “I love you, and that’s all that matters to me.” He leans down and kisses Alex’s head. Alex sniffles. “You’re making me hormonal.” He whispers, wiping his eyes before sitting on his knees and pulling Zeb into a kiss. “I love you so much my soulmate, more than anything.” “And I love you too, my soulmate.” Zeb hugs him close gently, pulling Alex into his arms and curling up. “I love you so much, and I’m very grateful that the one I’m tied to for all time is this man laying in my arms right now, pregnant and happy now.” Alex curls into Zeb’s chest, practically sobbing from the sweet words as Zeb rubs his back. “I’m grateful too.” He whispers, and he is. He is. And he knows that this Christmas will be one of the best, because he has Zeb and his family at his side.  “Let’s get some sleep now.” Zeb suggests, gently tucking Alex in close to him with a nice warm blanket and a pillow under his belly. Alex nods, yawning and curling close to Zeb. “I do love you so much.” He mumbes softly. “I know you do, now rest.” Zeb whispers, humming softly a little tune. “Then we’ll have more cookies later, I promise.” Alex nods and cuddles closer, head against Zeb’s chest. And the last thing he hears as he drifts into the depths of sleep, is Zeb’s gentle heartbeat in his ear.

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hi ily let's do some emoji asks [cracks knuckles] marius and the ex-wives, rosie and faith, bantia and septilea, and sawyer for (yes i grabbed some at random no issue if you have to skip--)

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

OC Emoji Asks

oh BOY here we go under a cut!!

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

not going into the second part, but:

marius -- oh yeah

avicia -- no, but she humors her family

calveria -- unsure, there's shit she can't explain but she doesn't put too much stock in it

rosie and faith -- big ol yes

bantia -- no, but her wife and daughter do, so she goes along with it

septilea -- absolutely, goes on ghost hunts with her daughter, has a chuckle when bantia gets jumpy

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

marius -- the biggest plate of bacon possible, and two eggs over easy

avicia -- smoked fish on a slice of artisan toast with capers and a light, creamy spread

calveria -- shrimp and grits, but like... their equivalent of it obvs

rosie and faith -- waffles!! their mom's recipe, to be specific

bantia -- if you wake her up before noon, you'll be breakfast

septilea -- anything she doesn't have to cook or pay for!

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

marius -- the soft, tender side only his family gets to see

avicia -- the side only calveria gets to see, because she's the only one that needs to be reminded where she falls in the food chain

calveria -- that what avicia says actually does hurt, but she bottles it up so good--

rosie and faith -- i don't think they have one?? i mean, they've got their special twin bond when it's just them but there's really not much difference

bantia -- the one that likes to be little and safe in her wife's arms

septilea -- SECRET NERD

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

marius -- more grandkids lmao; he's... average, he'd rather get a list, pick a few things, and have literally anybody else wrap it

avicia -- nice, soft lounge clothes; terrifyingly great at it, how does she Know so much

calveria -- anything her sons make, even if they're adults now; also great at it, you're getting something soft and warm and knitted

rosie and faith -- just happy to be here!! also great at gift-giving, blame the hyperempathy and having two brains to conspire

bantia -- cookware and recipe books (or even just cards, if they're personal)!! she loves cooking and baking in her downtime, their kitchen is loaded with gadgets; she's good if she's got her wife or daughter with her, it's the decision paralysis that trips her up

septilea -- secret nerd shit for her secret nerd cave; god tier, even the silly ones are perf

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

marius -- [lies down, tries not to cry, fails miserably] the family he's lost, the ones he throws flowers into the lake for every holiday; he's just happy for the company

avicia -- it's a night sky; it's cold, there are bugs, she wants to go inside

calveria -- she likes to make up constellations; once a week (weather permitting), she goes and has stargazing time with her sons

rosie and faith -- what's Out There, are we alone in the universe, etc etc; obvs each other, but the whole friend group too!

bantia and septilea -- smushing them together for this one, but they think about all the places they've been stationed, just general old lady reminiscing; after elysium, they spend a lot of time having night picnics with their daughter

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

marius, avicia, calveria -- they say they don't, but the second there's a chance to, they end up cuddled up to each other, even if it's just avicia and calveria sometimes

rosie and faith -- n/a

bantia and septilea -- so much. they miss each other so fucking much. they're both just a little less Themselves when they're not around each other

[jadedwolf18-blog]

As promised, part 3! It is currently 12am where I live and I’m half asleep so there will now be a part 4, as I didn’t manage to write out the rest. I’m also focusing more on my current main fic, Mini Phantom Invasion, I’m planning to post at least two chapters for it tomorrow, since I took a bit of a break to deal with work.

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‘Huh. So that’s what they meant by Batman.’ Danny observed their new ‘father’, they had no idea if the de-aging also messed with their genetics, for all they knew this guy could be their biological father in this world. It was obvious the man had no idea how to react to having four children dumped on him. Not that Danny could blame him… They were all, just slightly, feral in a way. He hadn’t rejected them so that was a point for the man.

Once he had registered the fact that this was happening, Batman ushered them into the most armored tank of a car they had ever seen and Danny had grown up with the Ghost Assault Vehicle. They were amused when the intimidating Batman seemed to have a mild panic attack as he froze when he realized there were no car seats. Lucky for him, one of the Birds dropped down from the roof tops and offered to hold two of them while Damien held the third.

There was a brief struggle when Dan refused to be held by anyone but Damien and bit the Blue Bird when he tried to to reach for him. This sent Elle into a giggle fit and Danny couldn’t hold back the snickers that escaped them.

***** Dick bit back a curse as the youngest, of the kids Thalia had dropped off, bit him. He could hear Tim and Steph snigger over coms, Jason was full on laughing at the situation, even Cass let out a soft huff and Bruce sighed.

It would seem his younger siblings will be a handful in the future. Glancing at the other two he thought he could see barley concealed chaos in their eyes. Dick shuddered, he was going to be working the older brother muscles a lot harder in the future. *****

Once they had sorted out who would sit on who’s lap, on the ride ‘home’, Danny and Elle sat with Blu- Nightwing and Dan stubbornly remained with Damien. Batman took of into the city. The ride was mostly silent.

Nightwing asked them questions every now and then, Danny answered the more mundane questions while Damien answered LoA specific questions and they all ignored the questions that edged on why Thalia had decided to drop them off of such a rush.

Danny knew that Damien was confused and hurt that his mother was so quick to leave him with their father but he was also excited to get to know him. Damien was also confused about the others, he had not known Batman had others who followed him.

Danny had known, they’d found the file on Batman while snooping around the LoA base, the only thing the file did not contain was their identities. They hoped that that they would not be given any reasons to leave. Damien deserved a relatively normal and loving home after the hell he was raised in.

***** Tim was confused about why Thalia had dropped off the kids with Bruce but he has no doubt that the kids were Bruce’s. The oldest, Damien was the most reserved, taking after Bruce in manor and physical features though he did have Thalia’s eye color and skin tone. The younger three seemed copy pasted from Bruce’s DNA, if it weren’t for the subtle Arabic/Asian features in their eye shape and softer facial features, he would have thought they were clones.

Observing the youngest, Danior, Tim noted that he was the most feral and looked the most like Bruce, with a slightly sharper jawline than the other three. He was also the most feral. He was currently trying to fight and chew his way to the weapons wrack… that was definitely not concerning…

Jason was the one who managed to get him to calm down, by handing him a rubber gun they used during disarming practice… Tim watched in horror as the baby looked up at Jason with wonder in his eyes. ‘Oh no, that, that is a recipe for hell!’

The kid then proceeded to hit Dick with the rubber gun until his brother was forced to put Danior on the ground. Danior then made a beeline for Jason and started demanding to be held. Jason floundered for a moment before picking up the one year old and started telling him all about his ‘exploits’, heavily edited of course, with guns… definitely not concerning.

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What if when Damian was younger say 5-6 or so he demanded a little brother. After his Mother refuses Damian in a moment of child like wonder asks the Lazarus Pits for a baby brother.

And the pits listen?? It Spits out baby Danny who is wondering why he’s a baby and where he is now.

Then a 10 year old Damian shows up at the Wayne’s with a half-dead toddler.

[cognitivecapricorn]

I posted 5,591 times in 2022

That's 993 more posts than 2021!

7 posts created (0%)

5,584 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@the-gayest-dovah

@sweetoothgirl

@tarot-dreams

@sosuperawesome

I tagged 5,582 of my posts in 2022

#i've got the queue for you - 5,311 posts

#recipes - 651 posts

#food - 369 posts

#wishlist - 363 posts

#dessert - 299 posts

#saved! - 289 posts

#scenery - 288 posts

#tweets - 253 posts

#tiktok - 239 posts

#tiktok videos - 238 posts

Longest Tag: 48 characters

#shang-chi and the legend of the ten rings (2021)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

💜The Revival of the general SasuHina server!💙

Want to join a server about our favorite ship? You are more than welcome to come alone! It has been revamped and is always changing around so feel free to stop on by!

The Mods you’d contact:

💙 Myself @cognitivecapricorn

💜 @funkynoshes

💙 @isabellanajera

Hope to see you there!

17 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

#4

SasuHina Day

So first, thank to everyone who was able to fill out the interest checker! I have all the information I need and SasuHina Day will happen April 20th 2023 so mark your calendars!

And the theme for SasuHina day will be: “How it all started”!

19 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

#3

Potential for SasuHina Day 2022

Hey there, for those that don’t know me, I go by Ghost and I am the founder of both the @sasuhinabigflash2022​ and @sasuhinazine​ 

Like the title says, I think it’s high time SasuHina had a day of its own, just a day to celebrate our ship and why we love it. 

I won’t be making a blog for it but I guess you could say I’m the alarm for it? Maybe? Either way, I’ve made an interest checker for it. The more feedback the better so if you can please come fill it out!

You can find the interest checker here!

And I want this to go on until November 4th!

28 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

#2

Here is Day 7: Soft Kisses

@zutaramonth

31 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Here is my contribution of Zutara Month.

Day 3: Soulmates

@zutaramonth

40 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[official-souls]

I'll give you a potion recipe for something. preferably a tooth but whatever works <|:}

Unfortunately, none of us can give any these, as we are all ghosts....hm. Can we give you some tea instead?

- 💙 Isabella

[oh-no-another-idea]

Get to Know You Tag 

Thanks for the tag @blind-the-winds! 💛💙

Relationship Status: Single as they come! And saddled with high standards thanks to fictional characters, alas...

Favorite Color(s): Yellow! And also green, and black for clothes :D

Favorite Food: How to choose? Some current favorites include barbacoa burritos, pork wontons, and soup--matzoball, miso, chicken noodle, ramen...YUM!

Song Stuck in My Head: Cool from West Side Story--listened to the whole soundtrack today and nearly died from conducting too enthusiastically ;)

Last thing you Googled: Pound cake origins (writing things). Answer: northern Europe, apparently.

Dream Trip: Finally got to beautiful Italy this year, so new dream trip would be Egypt, Israel, and Greece!

Last Thing You Read: Gosh it’s been a while. Probably fic, if I’m being honest

Last Book You Enjoyed Reading: Mister Impossible gave me extreme mental illness--highly recommend! 

Favorite Thing to Cook/Bake: I love doing a full out Chinese stir fry, even though it takes a LONG time--mapo tofu and pork ribs and broccoli and fried rice...also recently found a terrific chicken cacciatore recipe that’s relatively easy and SO tasty! Also the crockpot is the man’s best friend. Love me the crockpot

Favorite Craft to do in Your Free Time: Well, if I’m not writing, I’m likely reading or drawing--digital or traditional. Knitting hats is fun too and taking care of my potted plants....

Most Niche Dislike: People who simultaneously think they know everything, and also are super incompetent and rude--fine, have your opinions that’s valid, but don’t start preaching on everyone else while obviously doing it in the stupidest slowest way!! oy vey

Opinion on Circuses: I went to a few old fashioned circuses as a kid and they were fun back then, but I’m glad people have worked on fixing animal cruelty and whatnot. Just saw my first Cirque De Soliel performance this summer (sister #2 is into contortion and aerial) and was absolutely BLOWN AWAY. Just WOW.

Do You Have Any Sense of Direction: I rather think so! My dad is the real navigator and I’ve learned at his knee, and my mom is absolutely rubbish and so far the little sisters are following in her humble footsteps. 😌 So I’m number 2 in the family. And one of my favorite things when traveling to a new place is orienting myself, learning the streets...

10 people I'd like to get to know better: @the-finch-address @aohendo @sleepyowlwrites @fiercely-raging-writer @dontjudgemeimawriter @indecentpause @ghost-town-story @winterandwords @papercutsunset @pertinax--loculos and honestly anyone can tag me in this--I’d love to see your answers!

[kirkwallgremlin]

Something I wrote a few months ago for @sunflowerdales featuring pre-Ostagar Carver and their OC/Carver's boyfriend Matthew Presley 💙

“Matthew help, I’m bored,” Carver complained, flopping down onto a chair. Across the room, Matty didn’t even look up from where he worked, kneading his dough. It was his day off from the family bakery but he’d ended up baking anyway, trying out an experiment with a new bread recipe. 

“You’re always bored,” Matty said. “And I’m busy right now, go annoy your brother or something.”

“He went out with Mother,” Carver pouted, blowing a curl of hair away from his face. “I think they were going to the markets or something else boring. And Bethany is busy too.”

Matty flipped the dough over, gently sprinkling more flour. 

“So what do you want me to do about it?”

“I need you to entertain me before I die of boredom,” Carver said with a huffy sigh. He shifted to flop even more dramatically over the table, stretching out across it as much as he could.

Matty just snorted. 

“Matty, I can feel the life seeping out of me,” Carver moaned. “Help. Quick, before it’s too late.” 

“I’ll make sure you have a nice grave,” Matty said, his hands still working, an easy movement refined with years of practice. “The best flowers money can buy. Maybe I’ll even try visit you once or twice a year.”

“What if I just went and died anyway,” Carver muttered, rolling his eyes at his boyfriend, his arms crossed dramatically. “Just to spite you. Then you’d be sorry.”

“Then maybe I’d get some peace and quiet for once,” Matty teased, transferring the dough from the table to the wooden bowl he had ready to go. “If you stop distracting me though, you’ll get to eat this when it’s done.”

“Maybe I’ll hold onto life a little longer then,” Carver said, sitting up straight from the table as he watched Matty cross the room with the bread dough. He placed it by the fire, covering the bowl with a clean cloth as he left it to rise, returning to where Carver had returned to his best impression of looking pathetic and bored in an attempt to prove how much he needed attention. 

Matthew cupped Carver’s face in his hand, leaning down to give him a gentle kiss, pulling back as Carver lifted his head to return it. Before he had a chance to react, Matty rubbed his hand over Carver’s face and Carver swatted him away, trying to wipe away the flour now smeared all over his face.

“I’m going to come back as a ghost and haunt you,” he said, grabbing Matty and pulling him onto his lap. Matty didn’t fight him, shifting slightly to straddle his boyfriend’s lap, Carver’s hands dropping to squeeze his ass. 

“At least you’ll have something to do then,” Matty pointed out, lowering his head to kiss him again.  “Are you still bored now?”

“Super bored,” Carver said, head tilting to the side as Matty pressed a kiss against his jaw. He pulled him slightly closer against him. “Quick, I still need your help.”

“Well, if you really need a distraction or something to do…” Matty trailed off, his mouth moving lower, against Carver’s neck, his hand creeping along Carver’s chest. Carver hummed in interest, his grip tightening where his hands rested on Matty, waiting to hear what the suggestion would be. 

“I do need somebody to clean up the kitchen,” Matty finished, pushing himself away from Carver with a grin.

Carver flopped back onto the table with a groan. 

“Nobody appreciates me,” he muttered, standing up to follow his boyfriend to the other side of the room.

Maybe if they cleaned up quickly, they’d be able to find something more fun to do.