#Human!Cocoa Puffs

[solangelo-cocoapuffs]

Cocoa Puffs in gacha life 2

Wanted to show off what they're meant to all look like in human form but I haven't had time to draw all of them recently

[hyperfocuscentre]

so i tried to imagine solangelo as parents to human babies and the first thing that came to mind was nico managing to terrorise the children with scary stories that he honestly just doesn’t realise are scary and will walking into the room, full government naming him and complaining about the future nightmares he’ll have to deal with because nico sleeps like the dead 💀

more solangelo as parents here

[popironrye]

Lost Boys Sweet Teeth Headcanons

Just some silly tastebud headcanons Ria and I came up with. My own personal interpretation is that the vampires (at least in the lost boys) CAN eat regular food just fine, it's just a lot of taste has been lost to them and food doesn't actually offer any nutritional benefit like it does for regular humans. But I was discussing some fun ideas with @ria-coolgirl about their favorite treats, and I wanted to share! Thank you Ria for helping me come up with this.

💋 David 💋

David's doesn't care for sweets all that often, but when he does he prefers things more rich and bitter. Most of the time he'll just order coffee when everyone else gets milkshakes but when he does indulge I think he'll pick anything with a lot of cocoa. So chocolate is his number one pick! His favorite are macaroons.

Dessert of choice- Mocha Cream Puffs

💀 Dwayne 💀

Dwayne prefers anything salty over sweet. More savory and anything with nuts is a personal favorite. He has a fondness for caramel and peanut butter. His favorite is brownies.

Dessert of choice- Salted Caramel Pretzel Brownie

🌿 Paul 🌿

Paul is the sweet king. He has a particular fondness for buttercream and cheesecake. Any kind of cake is good cake for him. His favorites are cupcakes.

Dessert of choice- Strawberry Trifle

🪶 Marko 🪶

Marko has the taste for the savory and the sour. Acidic fruity pastries are on his mind all the time. His favorites are tarts.

Dessert of choice- Raspberry Custard Buns

[perseephoneee]

sleigh ride [ficmas day 8] [castiel x reader]

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author's note: this is a day late bc my stomach has been killing me and also i was hella sleep deprived but you know what it's fine totally fine nothing to see here

playlist:

winter wonderland -- pentatonix

coffee -- tori kelly

7 o'clock news/silent night -- phoebe bridgers

You never thought about kids, not in your line of work. 

The reasons people got into hunting were varied. Most of it was personal. For you, you just couldn’t deal with the knowledge of the supernatural world and not bother actually doing something about it. Even though you knew that doing so would likely mean a young death.

This is why you stopped thinking about kids; you’d likely never have them. But being stuck in Leavenworth, WA, with Castiel gave you the same kind of glee. You imagine parents likely got excited to watch their children experience Christmas for the first time. That’s the same joy you felt watching the angel observe all the twinkling lights around you. 

The difference is that Castiel is not your child. And if he was, that’d be gross, considering you are harboring a major crush on him. 

Maybe you should’ve thought of a different analogy. 

You had been hunting with the Winchesters for a bit now. You all ran into each other on a ghost case. Your hula hoop of salt made their jaws drop, and the next thing you know, Sam is inviting you to hunt with them. You didn’t know that Castiel was a regular member of that group. 

Even in his vessel, you could sense something otherworldly about Cas. There was a sort of preternatural stillness, an ancient gleam in his eyes otherwise juxtaposed by his lack of knowledge of human nature. It was so easy to get lost in his curiosity. Sometimes, when he looked at you, you couldn’t help but feel his gaze observing every molecule you were. Like he saw you better than anyone else. 

Right now, you felt like you saw him better than anyone else, the angel so ready to give up everything for humanity. It was late, and snow was falling. You had all decided to take an extra night in Leavenworth after a Krampus case had gone wrong (don’t ask). Also, Baby was struggling to get out of the snow, and Dean was too wired up to ask for help. Fortunately, it was the Christmas season, and Leavenworth knew it. The town looked like the North Pole. You weren’t surprised it was a tourist attraction, not when there were actual reindeer and Bavarian-style buildings. The cup of hot cocoa you had earlier solidified this town as Christmas incarnate. 

“Aren’t you cold?” you asked, watching Cas catch more and more snowflakes on him. He just shook them off. 

“I don’t get cold.”

“Lucky you, I’m freezing,” you shivered, wrapping your coat tighter around yourself. Your nose was ice cold, and your breath came out in puffs. Castiel frowned, walking back over to you. He shucked off his trench coat and put it over your shoulders. You felt your cheeks heat as he made sure you were adequately cocooned. The jacket was surprisingly warm. “Thanks,” you murmured.

“I do not want you catching a cold,” Castiel said. “I am ill-equipped to handle it.”

You laughed. His lips quirked for a second before settling into their normal neutral expression. You would give the world to see him smile. 

“I’m going to go inside and get something to drink. Are you going to stay out here?”

“No, I will join you,” Castiel nodded. He paused for a second. “Is that alright? Dean often tells me people want alone time.”

You melted.

“Of course, it’s alright, c’mon,” you nudged him with your shoulder, still bundled in his jacket. You walked the short distance back to the inn. The idea of mulled wine sounded appealing at this moment. The inside was a picturesque log cabin with a roaring fire. You let out a sigh of relief from the warmth and were able to return Cas' jacket to him. You also were able to remove your hat and scarf. You probably looked like a sweaty mess, but you didn’t care. You chose a seat by the fire and tucked your legs under you as Cas came to sit across. A waitress came over a second later, and you ordered mulled wine for the both of you. 

“I don’t really drink,” Castiel added after the waitress left. 

“You can just tell me what the chemical compounds are,” you shrugged. Castiel looked out of place in his suit and tie. And yet, the light from the fire accenting his bone structure, contrasting the blue in his eyes, was enough to think that this was where he was always meant to be. 

He was frowning at the tree. 

“Why do humans put angels on their trees?” he inquired, brows furrowed. You looked up to see a stereotypical angel planted on top of the Christmas Tree. It had a little horn and everything. 

“I think people like to imagine there’s someone watching over us, that we’re not alone,” you sighed, turning back to him. “Even if it isn’t true.”

“It’s true for some,” Castiel murmured. “I watch over you.”

You felt your heart skip a beat, especially as Castiel looked at you with those intense eyes again. You had to wonder if he was really this clueless, or if he knew exactly the effect he had on you. You watched him lick a sauce off his fingers once, and it was enough to make you excuse yourself from the room. 

The mulled wine arrived a moment later. 

The spices were a perfect blend, and you felt yourself sink deeper into your chair as the alcohol invaded your system. Castiel took a sip and nodded. 

“Mostly ethanol and water,” Castiel sipped it again. You grinned as he listed off the ingredients. He would ruin anyone who wanted to keep a secret ingredient. 

“Last call for sleigh rides!” a man dressed as an elf called out, having come in from the front door. You perked up immediately. You had never been on a sleigh ride before but have always wanted to. You have a soft spot for horses. 

“We should do that,” you jumped up, grabbing Castiel’s sleeve. He spilled the wine, but you were already out the door. You barely had time to throw on your hat and scarf as you were running after the elf man. Castiel, to his credit, kept up with you. 

“One sleigh ride, please!” you said, breathless. The man just looked you up and down and then took your money as you jumped with glee. 

“What is a sleigh ride?” Castiel questioned when he caught up. He was not out of breath. 

“You get to sit in a sleigh and get pulled around by horses.”

“And this is entertainment?”

“It’s serene,” you smiled, getting good luck at the horses pulling your sleigh. They were beautiful Clydesdales, and even in their enormity, you weren’t intimidated. They were beautiful. Cas didn’t ask any further questions as you piled into the sleigh. You took one of the blankets provided and put it over your lap, bundling it up. The sleigh was going to pull you through the town, emphasizing the light installations and ice sculpting competition. The cold kissed your cheeks as the sleigh started moving. 

You both sat in companionable silence as the sleigh ride started. It was so quiet, and you welcomed that peace. When did you ever receive peace such as this?

“I understand now,” Cas nodded. “Why you were excited over this.”

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered. Someone had built an igloo, and you took your phone out to take a picture. Castiel just looked at you.

“I don’t measure beauty the same way humans do.”

“How do you measure beauty?” you inquired. Some part of you was worried that whatever he was going to say would dash your dreams. 

“By someone’s soul.”

That wasn’t the answer you were expecting, and you just blinked in response. It shouldn’t be shocking. You just never expected that maybe he would never see your face, only your soul. You wondered if your soul was beautiful. 

You didn’t say anything as you passed through a light tunnel, the brightness contrasting with the night sky. You could fall asleep out here if you let yourself. 

“What are you thinking?” Cas asked. He noticed your silence. 

“Is my soul…?” you trailed off. You barely had the guts to say anything at all. Castiel’s gaze softened as if he understood. 

“Your soul is like the North Star,” he answered simply. You kept looking at him. “It’s what one needs to follow to get themselves home.”

He was full of surprises tonight. You don’t remember anyone saying anything like that, especially not to you. How absurd was it that the first person to truly see you was not a person at all? Your heart picked up pace. 

“Cas…” you murmured. He never looked away from you, was never shy. It was unnerving and intense. He would never be too scared and proceed to look away. You couldn’t help but look at his lips. He noticed. His hand came up and brushed loose hair away from your beanie, his fingers somehow still warm as they brushed your freezing cheeks. You sucked in a breath. 

“I do not understand human courtship,” he whispered. “I would be interested in you showing me.”

You understood; how could you not? He just called you his home. You closed the distance between you two, going slow until you weren’t slow at all. Your hand cupped the back of his head, pulling him into you. You kissed him like you needed him to kiss you. Fortunately, Castiel was a quick learner. He nipped your lips and kissed your teeth like he had been doing it his whole life. You would sell your soul to kiss him for eternity, just like this. His hand was firm on your hip like he was afraid to touch anywhere else. You wished he would touch you everywhere. 

You had to pull away for air, even if he tried to chase after your lips afterward. 

“You’re a quick study,” you breathed a slight smile on your lips. Castiel grinned a true goofy smile that you had been yearning to see. You were the cause of that style. 

“Anything for you,” he responded. 

He kissed you until the sleigh ride was over, and the worker was rolling his eyes. He kissed you when you made it back to the inn, and you felt like you could feel his wings holding you closer. You would stay with him until you weren’t able to because with him, you were finally home. 

taglist: @thefutureastronaut @lover-of-books-and-tea @qardasngan @evasmlp

[chokedonaturtle]

my humanized cars headcanons

Cereal Choice Edition

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Strip: he ain’t allowed to eat cereal it makes him hyper. Lynda makes him oatmeal instead and he throws a tantrum every time.

Cal: he ain’t allowed to eat cereal, eats POPS in moderation when supervised (he will eat the entire box)

Lynda: Oatmeal. she don’t really care for cereal.

Tex: Great Value Apple Fritters Cereal (it’s discontinued and he pays $60 on ebay each time he needs another box.) Usually just has Blanton Gold Label for breakfast (it’s whiskey).

Lightning: Cocoa puffs, Reese’s Pieces Cereal, anything incredibly sweet and borderline life threatening. The occasional Cheerio.

Mater: anything you put in front of him. whether or not it’s edible is not important.

Bobby: actually doesn’t like cereal. mostly just doesn’t like milk and won’t eat it dry.

Brick: Frosted Flakes but ONLY the ones that are travel sized. He said they don’t taste the same as the big box. Also says that if they’re bought in the store, they taste different than the ones from the hotel breakfast line.

Sally: Honey Smacks, Choco Chimps. thinks the chimp is cute. drinks a glass of orange juice with her cereal and it drives Lightning insane.

Doc: He’s a doctor and only eats Raisin Bran and Cheerios because sugary cereal is bad for you…………

Cocoa Krispies. he likes when they go *pop pop pop*

Sheriff: he’s a simple man and doesn’t ask for much.

German cereal Vitalis Schoko Müsli Klassisch, Kelloggs ICEE cereal and Peeps cereal. makes Doc cry. who tf introduced him to those.

Sarge: MRE Future Essentials Corn Flakes Cereal #10 Can. man has not shit in six years.

Fillmore: organic gluten free sugar free preservative free strange crunchy objects. no milk.

Flo: prefers granola, mixed with cream and some fruit. makes a bomb parfait.

Ramone: eats whatever Flo is eating. if Flo is not eating he WILL starve.

Red: Honey Nut Cheerios, Apple Jacks….. Gerber snacks for baby. they’re fire and he won’t tell you otherwise.

Lizzie: has literally never heard of cereal, is shocked every time she sees someone eating it. it’s been 40 years of this.

Luigi: Swissli, but hasn’t found a good enough alternative in the US. Cheerios will do.

Guido: Doesn’t care for cereal, makes a real breakfast instead.

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lmk if i forgot anyone i wasn’t looking :p

ta ta !!!

<3

bonus !!

thomasville eats cereal too

Smokey: puts straight granola in milk. adds chocolate chips and maybe some fruit.

River: Honey Bunches of Oats, Honey Nut Cheerios, anything honey flavored

Louise: There’s a discontinued brand of strawberry yogurt Cheerios that she used to love. She swears on her life it existed and the boys like to mess with her and swear otherwise.

Junior: also fucks with Gerber snacks for baby. Prefers apple sauce from the squeeze tube--

is this man an actual child ???

[blacklegsanjiii]

I saw the post you reblog (about Bepo and Law and favouritism) and it got me thinking what if Sanji and Bepo got closer in Wano (because he is so fluffy and warm) and Chopper got jealous lol.

Like beforehand other than the ladies Chopper always got special treatment, but now it's the ladies, Chopper, and Bepo.

Also I feel like it will fit into the golden!Sanji, Sanji is not into stuffed animal, he is literally is into real animal. Always try to bring home real animal (tame and wild) that Mihawk have a hard time saying no to.

Idk it's so weird and random

Welcome back! This is hilarious and I think fits in really well with Lawsan too.

Sanji definitely brought a lot of animals to Mihawk. After a while Sanji got along with the human drills but they're not pets. It seemed almost every supply runs Sanji would wander up with some new animal to Mihawk. Mihawk takes a deep breath and tells his son gently at first that they cannot have an animal on the island because of the human drills. The more it happens though the more bland and less gentle as the years go on.

Mihawk will find his child in a park covered in animals. Sanji gets a flea bath every time before they leave and it's almost comical to the point that Sanji will just do it. Before he leaves for Baratie Mihawk warns Zeff, who doesn't believe him.

Until Sanji befriended almost all the East Blues animals during restocks. Mihawk laughs, sharp and short over the den den before hanging up on Zeff. He won't say 'i told you so' but he will laugh. Sanji is probably so good with animals because of his observation haki but that also means he's amazing with minks. But Chopper is first and Chopper sees Sanji spoil the ladies and while it's not to the same level Chopper's sweet tooth is often catered too. Plus when Chopper has nightmares Sanji will take him to the galley and make hot cocoa with lots of whip cream and marshmallows and sprinkles.

When Sanji starts screwing around with Law, he keeps hearing about Bepo and loves hearing about Law's crew from the surgeon. He shares some facts about his dad in exchange. He hears all about Bepo and Law teases him about the ladies and Chopper which Sanji laughs off, says they're cute like Bepo in a way. Sanji also says he can't wait to meet Bepo. He doesn't get to meet Bepo until he's in Wano. When the crews are all gathered and Luffy is proudly displaying the 'Dracule Sanji' and it's not the 330,000,000 bounty, it's like 700 million something if not higher. Law is rubbing his temples. Sanji looks exhausted and falls asleep and Bepo lays next to him because he's tired and then passes out. Sanji burrows into the bear to sleep and Law is losing it internally. As is Chopper because it happens through all of Wano. They're freaking out in different ways.

Eventually Sanji brings Chopper with him to the Tang and tells Law they're having a sleepover and to get Bepo and as much as he wanted alone time with his boyfriend he agrees but has his questions. It's before they leave Wano so they have more time after the raid and Chopper has said he missed cuddling Sanji and has been getting jealous so Sanji smiles and hauls him up.

"Why are we doing this?" Law asks.

"Chopper thinks I like Bepo too much but he hasn't cuddled Bepo so I need to show him and I do it now you won't be as pissy later." Sanji points at as Chopper hides his face in embarrassment and calls him a dummy and meanie.

"I take offense." Law bites as he leaves to get Bepo.

"You were supposed!" Sanji yells after him. When he returns with the bear and they all lay on Law's bed(and Bepo because he takes up most of the bed) it only takes a few minutes for the bear to be out and Sanji tucking Chopper into his front as Law spoons, pouting into her neck.

"Wow he is soft." Chopper yawns.

"Mhm, so are you, Chopper, now get some sleep." Sanji coos as he pets him. He falls asleep not long after and Sanji puffs a laugh softly. "You're still pouting." He smirks.

"I thought Nico-ya and Zoro-ya spoiled him enough." Law grumbles.

"He's adorable, I can spoil him too. No one said I couldn't." Sanji grins as Law adjusts himself to lean over him. "By all accounts I spoil you as well, shitty surgeon."

"Oi." Law gruffs.

"You sound like my dad. He would always get upset when I brought something home, even when it wasn't dangerous." Sanji pouts this time. Law looks at him appalled and taken back.

"What the hell were you bringing home to Mihawk that made him upset?" He asks.

"Birds, mice, rats, a few cats, one time a circus broke out on the island we'd do supply runs at and he and the ring leader found me with most of the animals. Then he killed the ring leader." Sanji lists off.

"You're like a goddamned fairytale princess." Law says kissing him.

"Mm, he wasn't happy when I found a wolf and wanted to keep it." Sanji hums.

"Did you?" Law grins.

"No, shitty bastard said we had the human drills and that was enough." Sanji bemoans.

"My poor darling, you only had some apes on the island as pets." Law laughs as he lays back down after they share another kiss.

"Nah, they had swords, they weren't pets." Sanji mumbles as sleep starts taking him. Law blinks a few times as the words sink in but he's out by the time he collects his thoughts on the matter.

[gabbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy]

Silly hc that the Clown mask/Hooded man is selectively mute, and usually communicates with others via written notes, sign language, or just simple gestures. (Nodding, shaking head, etc.)

He only ever speaks audibly when he’s with the Nightmare Clown, in the dream realm without other human beings around, or when conversing with someone (human explicitly) who’s at their very last living moments, preferably at his hands.

I imagine him having a soft, monotone voice, Speaking as emotionally as his face, most of the time

Going on a 180° rotation, He probably has a fucking INSANE vocal range, despite what i stated in the last few sentences or so. The same applies for his emotional spectrum as well, he can go from “shy and mysterious” to “Cuckoo for cocoa puffs” in a push of a button.

(He only ever gets like this when he’s either out w/ the Nightmare Clown, having fun and stuff, whatever psychotic killer clowns in the mid 1950s do, or when he’s all alone, in reality, probably gonna kick someones bucket later idk)

I’m thinking maybe Red Guy as a voice HC for him? He’s got the “soft monotonous” and the “oh shit this guys nuts!!” Moments AND the perfect voice for it…so why not?.

Idk just a few small hcs I wanted to share. Buhbye for now!!

[ladykissingfish]

*at the breakfast table*

Deidara: Oi, Hidan? Is the milk expired or something?

Hidan: *opens the fridge and checks it out* No; this shit’s good for two more weeks. Why?

Deidara: I dunno, hm; I think maybe my tastebuds are off. I tried a bowl of Froot Loops and they tasted like air freshener, so I poured some of these Cocoa Puffs instead and it’s like they’re made of cardboard, hm.

Hidan: *takes the Cocoa Puff box and puts a few into his hand, then pops into his mouth*

Hidan: Blehhhh, you’re right! This shit’s nasty! We need to tell Konan to stop shopping at whatever store she got these from.

Itachi, coming in and sitting at the table: It has nothing to do with Konan; that’s Kakuzu’s doing.

Deidara: What do you mean?

Itachi: I’m surprised you two haven’t caught on yet. Kakuzu keeps the name-brand boxes but he fills them with the generic, dollar-store knockoff brand of the cereals. He’s been doing this for awhile now; he just whites-out the expiration dates on the boxes and writes in new ones so that you think they’re different.

Hidan: …. What in the fuck?!

Deidara: You’re just messing with us, right??

Itachi: Afraid not. That’s not even the worst part, though. Those boxes sitting up there? He got those out of a neighbor’s garbage can two years ago.

Hidan and Deidara:

Hidan: What the hell else has that cheap old bastard been cheating us on?!

Itachi: Well, you know that heavy-duty “surgical thread” that he used to sew your arms back on, Dei? Dental floss. Some of it pre-used.

Deidara: … is THAT why I’ll suddenly think I smell mints when I lift my arms?!

Itachi: And Hidan. You know that “really expensive” cologne he got you for your birthday last year? The one you wear all the time? It’s —

Hidan: Actually, I don’t really want to know. But it sure does explain the weird dreams and double-vision I have after I wear it for a day. Well, that and the urge to consume human flesh …

Itachi and Deidara:

Thank yoooou @amikotsu for giving me yet another funny idea to work with 😊💙

[elvishdemigod]

So I heard about the new G1 Monster High thing where Lagoona gets boiled alive-

There was supposed to be a sequel comic to it, but it got cancelled. At least that's what I know.

But that's not what I'm here to talk about. No. I'm here to talk about Poe, or who I think is Poe. He's supposed to be Draculaura's new human boyfriend.

I only saw 1 image, just 1. From the canned comic. Dude looks like Will Solace but he stole Nico's jacket

Now, hear me out: Bi-poly Will. Crossover AU It's not weird, either. Kind of funny. He'd have a thing for black-haired people who are a lot older than they actually are (Nico being a 14/15 year old but has been alive for over 80+ years, Draculaura being perpetually 15 while also being around for over 1,600 years)

Oh ya, and whereas Nico is the child of a Greek god while being Italian, Draculaura is actually the daughter of Roman's, her dad being a centurion (As far as my research has lead me)

Nico would fit well at MH, too. I feel like he and the cocoa puffs would (platonically) love Twyla.

I wouldn't write it, so feel free to. Either way, I find the physical resemblance funny as fuck.

[sparkriel]

normal milk being the kind that’s bought regularly, like say if you’re asked to “get milk from the store” and no further details what is the assumed kind?

also, do you/did you used to assume that same kind was also the “normal” for most other households? my longwinded past sheltered homeschool kid experience below

my family growing up only ever bought skim milk, so then I thought that was Normal Milk and my aunt’s family was weird because they only got 2%, though it tasted awesome in cocoa puffs. family friend only ever got whole milk and that was VERY weird. I never understood those like milk or cookie commercials with the milkstache after drinking because skim milk doesn’t do that lol

that said i always liked 2% more, i just considered it a sort of treat milk lmao. this was of course back when I thought any and all fat was bad for you (it’s not). and now living with my girlfriend and best friend, they both grew up drinking whole milk and consider skim milk to taste “like water”, which I thought was crazy- but now our new “normal” household milk is whole milk! and now that I’ve adjusted i like it! and it definitely is more flavorful than skim, so if one grew up on that I can understand how skim would taste like water by comparison; since I grew up on skim though, skim milk is fine to me and whole milk is just extra delicious.

anyway yeah idk I’m always curious about people’s childhood perspectives on life and how other human packs live

[solangelo-cocoapuffs]

The cacodemons now demigods?!do they have powers?who is they're godly parent?Do they go to school or they go to camp half blood to train?How is nico and will taking this?

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 93 }

within winter's embrace.

human!pinocchio x reader

dedicated to @bunny-kio

the snow that gently fell across the manor glitters like gentle diamonds from beneath the light of the moon. in the midst of such a gentle snowstorm, you had been in the middle of reading your novel, yet the moment you saw such an achingly beautiful sight, you felt your attention stray from the story you were reading.

from your periphery, you could see the gorgeous flakes fall among your window. the sheer beauty of it all was enough to take your very breath away, the gorgeous scenery seeming to beckon to come closer and admire its visage.

not wanting to disturb your beloved, you look down to see pinocchio still sound asleep. he was curled against your shared bed, seeming to cuddle his form closer to the plush pillow that lay below his head. taking a moment to admire him, you allow your hands to gently reach out to him.

with touches no heavier than dew, you allow the back of your hand to brush away at his dark brown locks of hair. a giggle was caught within the confines of your throat, admiring the freckles that seem to decorate his hauntingly beautiful face, mimicking that of the constellations seen within the night sky.

unable to help yourself, you lean in close to press a gentle kiss against his forehead, letting out a loving whisper of his name before throwing back the blankets. tucking them in around your beloved's sleeping form, you made sure he was kept warm before allowing your bare feet to pad against the cool marble flooring of your room.

eyes honed in on the balcony, you gently open up the glass doors that lead outside, feeling your very breath get taken away from the sheer cold you felt surrounding your form. clasping your arms together across your chest, you tremble slightly, feeling the chilled air coursing through your very veins.

your breath comes out in gentle puffs, making you let out a dreamy sigh as you felt the snowflakes begin to fall against your hair. everything was just so beautiful to you, with the snow falling all across krat, painting the city in almost fairytale like hues.

you were uncertain of how long you stood atop your balcony, simply admiring the snow when you became aware of a presence coming from behind you. his strong arms were what you felt suddenly embracing the front of your form, earning a gasp from you as pinocchio allows you to settle back against his chest.

a gentle sigh of his name escapes from your lips, and you hear the way he yawns before landing his chin on top of your shoulder. "what were you doing? it got so cold in bed without you next to me." pinocchio's deep and husky voice comes out in a tiny whine, allowing him to hide his face within the curve of your neck.

feeling filled with such soft feelings of love for him, you meet his gaze, pressing a lingering kiss against his cheek. pinocchio seems to sigh in response to your soft caresses, basking in your pure love and affections for him alone. with another soft laughter eliciting from your lips, you gently peck at his nose, taking a hold of his hand as you lead him back inside your shared manor.

"how do you feel about making some hot cocoa together as we admire the snowfall together, my darling pinocchio?"

pinocchio lets out a rich hum of approval, allowing the glass doors that lead to your shared balcony to close before holding you close within his embrace. letting out a sigh of your name, pinocchio presses a gentle kiss against your lips while telling you,

"that sounds perfect, my love."

and with the snow that fell continuously across the city, the young lovers took refuge within their home, seeking warmth and comfort while sharing several kisses together throughout the night ♡

a.n. - it's snowing where i am right now, and i'm filled with such soft emotions that i had to write something short and sweet for my favorite prince ♡

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[maze-of-sweets]

-EVIL GIGGLING-

ahem ahem -pulls out list-

Cocoa pebbles with Sunny-D instead of milk recommendation. If you don't like chocolate milk unless it's from something specific then this is great <3 it's like pure sugar as well-

Raspberries, blueberries and blackberries with whipped cream. Really good.

And uh I do NOT promote eating chemicals. BUT. Cheese puffs in pool water is good and I don't know why and it just needs to be said. Don't try this please.

ALSO ALSO do you like pasta? This is a VERY important question<3 /j

-gooey machinery fellas

- i have not had cocoa puffs BUT I HAVE SEEN THE COMMERCIAL!!!! my favorite cereal is peanut butter captain crunch!!!! count chocula is a close second!!!!

- we do not like sunny d, it was all we could drink for a week while we were sick a few months ago and i am not convinced that if we drink it i will feel the same way i did when i had covid again

- I LOVE FRUIT. I LOVE FRUIT SO FREAKING MUCH. slime made this one thing for me that’s like marshmallow goop with whipped cream and cream cheese and it is the greatest thing i’ve ever tasted. you dip fruit in it and it is DELICIOUS.

- i love eating chemicals!!! i’m all about some red 40 genuinely. i think instead of human cravings i now just crave chemicals!! i also sometimes on accident eat our face wash. it isn’t terrible!!!

- I FREAKING LOVE PASTA. apparently in the fall we go mushroom foraging with a bunch of our friends and we make a big mushroom pasta and do a potluck!!! and for us it doubles as a little bone hunting mission because we heart finding bones!!

[prismatica-the-strange]

Bite Me | It's Not Your Fault, Love

Warnings: Show typical violence and gore, blood, angst, death (More or less)

After being cured and striking out on her own, Cori is dragged back into the world of the undead, and a stray bullet changes everything.

Song: Kiss It Better by He Is We

Word Count: 2.4k

She doesn't know how it happened or who did it. But a few weeks ago she woke up on Ravi and Moajor's couch and she was alive, not undead, actually alive.

After a brief period of not knowing who she was finally able to get her own place. And a few weeks later, she was out getting coffee, relishing the ability to taste it again.

Then, on the way home, she was grabbed by someone she hadn't seen, a pinch in the neck and everything went black.

When she wakes up, she has no clue where she is and she's shackled to the wall across from her friend Don E, who she's seen look better.

It's been nearly 24 hours, whatever brain he was has started wearing off, and he finally seems to recognize her.

"Hey, D?" The chains binding her to the wall clink when she wraps her arms around her legs.

"What C?" He growls.

"No matter how this turns out, I hope you know we're friends," She smiles at him, "And I'm okay with whatever happens."

She's been put there as bait while the rednecks outside their cell starve him.

"I uh," he groans, "I appreciate that."

"Ehh," He shrugs the best he can, "The moment Blaine finds out what happened and figures out where you are, he'll come in all guuuns blazing to get you."

"Yeah, I'm not so sure," She mutters, "We didn't break things off in good terms, and I didn't exactly leave any room for interpretation the last time I spoke to him."

"Yeah, I know, but he's so hung up on you that won't matter."

The next few hours are uneventful, she's already realized Ravi is just as much kidnapped as they are.

Don E tugs at the straps securing him to the pipe, looking much more zombie-esque.

"Fuck," He groans, "I don't wanna kill you Cori."

He sounds so pained.

"Good, cause I don't want you to kill me," She says jokingly, trying to lighten the mood even a little.

"H-hey, before I go total Romero," He swallows hard, "I... I want you to know I'm sorry for bailing when Blaine... y'know?

She nods.

"Our friendship means more to me than and I want you to know that."

"You wanna grab some drinks once this is over?" She chuckles.

"Yeah... yeah that sounds fun."

There's less chat after that as his vocabulary dwindles to mostly grunting and growling.

Cori hums to herself to keep herself calm. She doesn't want to think about the fact that she only just became human again and that one of her best friends is going to kill her because of it.

She wishes she had done things differently, done more for herself. Set better boundaries with Blaine earlier in their relationship and not let him get away with so much.

She wishes she'd gone to her grandmother's birthday three months ago, that she had smoothed things over with her mom.

She wishes she had fewer regrets.

She wishes she could tell Blaine she still loved him despite everything. That, yes, even now, knowing exactly where it's lead her, she would do it all over again just to know he knows he's loved.

It won't be much longer. She can see Don E starting to go feral.

Their captors start getting excited, having something planned for the near milestone 100,000 viewers.

"Get up you damn drunk! Let's go light up a zombie and watch 'im go coocoo for cocoa puffs!" They hear Harley yell.

"Well D," She tries to stop her lip from trembling as the guys in the other room countdown with the viewers, "It was great knowing you."

Ravi tries to stop them. He blocks the doorway and begs them not to not be stupid, but it doesn't work.

Cori backs up against the wall when Don E yells out taunts, too lost at this point to realize it's a bad idea.

She wants to go home. Wants to curl up in bed and have her biggest problem be how much she misses her ex, not this.

Ravi falls to the floor in front of her when Harley pistol whips him.

"They're killing machines you dumn sumbitch!" He yells, leading the others into the makeshift cage.

She stands up, back still against the wall.

"Please don't do this," She says, but he ignores her.

"Those things killed our brother, they'll kill us all," He nods to Beau, "Do it."

Before her can turn back to Don E, Cori wraps one of her chains around Harley's neck, pulling it tight.

"What the hell are you-"

He shouts when she kicks the back of his knee, knocking making him drop.

"I'd put those guns down if I were you," She warns, when they all aim at her, "I have no problem killing your little ring leader here."

She pulls them tighter and Harley starts to choke, grabbing at the metal links crushing his windpipe.

She pushes his body forward with her knee, adding pressure.

"Let Don E and I go, and I'll consider only adding a little extra brain damage."

Harley's face starts turning blue.

"Fuck you," Beau lunges at them, jamming the cattle prod into her side.

Her body seizes, chain slipping from her hold and Harley falls to the floor coughing.

Cori collapses behind him trying to force her body to inhale.

Don E is struggling harder now, starved and now pissed that they hurt her.

"Little bitch deserves to have her brain eaten," He scowls, voice strained, "Get on with it."

Don E screams when he's electrocuted, pulling against his binds.

They almost don't notice the bangs at the door over the sound of him and the clanging pipes.

When one of the guys goes to investigate, the glass window shatters and an arm reaches in, grabs his collar, and slams him against the door, knocking him out.

From there, all hell breaks loose.

Someone drops a smoke grenade through the skylight before they come crashing down behind it.

Her vision is blurred from the pain and smoke, but even in full rage mode she knows that voice. She gets to her feet and presses herself against the wall so she doesn't get stepped on.

There are gunshots, shouts, and more breaking glass.

Blaine grabs Harley's leg and he panic fires half his clip.

Liv comes rushing in before the one with the shot gun gets her in the back and she collapses.

The last three shots of Harley's clip go off, two of them hitting Blaine in the chest and stomach, making him fall back against the wall next to her.

Harley runs out of the cage, locking it shut behind him and flipping a switch.

Blaine isn't far behind him, moving to tear down the chain link but he shouts as soon as he touches it, electricity arcing trough him.

"I got something for you, boy. One in the head," Harley grins, watching him growl. He raises his gun and pulls the trigger, faces falling when it only clicks.

Blaine just grins back at him until he hears Cori's voice.

"Blaine?" She's quiet. He swears she almost sounds scared. Of him? No. She's never been scared of him before.

He turns to look at her and the rage drains from him, being immediately replaced with horror.

Her hand is pressed to her stomach, blood seeping from between her fingers and soaking into her pale yellow sweater.

She huffs out a small breath and her back slides down the wall.

"Heyheyheyheyhey," He rushes over to her, pulling her gently into his arms and lowering them both to the ground, "It's okay."

"I've got you," He says, tucking her hair behind her ear, "I'll make it better."

She shakes her head, catching his wrist when he goes to scratch her, "No."

"Cori," He looks at her, fear and confusion filling his eyes.

"I-I don't want to be that again."

He stares at her like she's insane, "It'll save your life!"

"I don't want to be a zombie again," She argues, "You didn't give me a choice last time. So respect it now."

Blaine's quiet for a moment but nods, pressing his hand on hers over the wound. She moans in pain when the added pressure causes pain to ripple through her.

There's more gunshots outside.

"Okay... okay. You'll be okay," He leans in and presses his lips to her forehead, "Everything's gonna be okay."

His hand is already drenched in her blood, fingers slipping between hers.

"I'm scared," She sniffles.

"Hey now," He pulls back to look at her, taking note of the tears in her eyes, "You're going to be fine, I promise. You don't need to cry."

"Come'ere," He holds her tighter, "I'll kiss it better, yeah? Kiss away the pain and make it all better."

He kisses her head, burying his nose in her hair and tries to hide his own terror from her.

He doesn't want to lose her, doesn't want to watch her die in his arms, unable to do anything to stop it.

"I love you."

The murmur of plan making behind him falls silent.

He can't stop his own tears and shaking breath, "Don't say goodbye. Please just- You're gonna be fine."

Her breathing begins to shallow and his grip tightens.

"Stay with me," He begs, voice cracking.

"Always," She promises.

Her body relaxes against him and he freezes, his blood running cold.

"Cori?"

The room is too quiet. The only noise being the slow, periodic beat of his heart and the sound of his breath picking up.

"Coriander wake up," He shakes her slightly, "Sweetheart please."

He pulls away, hands moving to cup her face. Her eyes are open but unfocused.

"Baby look at me," Blood streaks across her cheek, "Coriander look at me! Look at me baby, please!"

"Blaine-"

"Baby, wake up!"

Liv puts her hand on his shoulder, but he shrugs her off.

"Cori, sweetheart, please, please wake up," He runs his fingers through her hair and it sticks to the red on his hand, "Baby I-... I can't lose you."

"Blaine, she's-"

"No! She promised," He shouts. His thumb strokes her cheek, "Stay with me. Cori, stay with me. Baby, you promised... You promised."

A terrifyingly empty feeling washes over him as the quiet settles in. She's dead.

The thought of never hearing her voice again, never seeing her smile, it make him sick.

"No..."

He can't do that. He won't do that. He needs her. Her hands in his hair, her breath on his skin.

Before anyone realizes what he's doing he runs his nail across Cori's cheek, breaking the skin.

He waits with bated breath as the others berate him for going against her wishes.

Please wake up. Please wake up. Please wake up.

She suddenly inhales, eyelids fluttering, and he lets out a shuttering sob.

He pulls her into a vice-like hug, his face against her neck while he cries and hiccups against her skin.

"Blaine?"

He squeezes his eyes shut at the sound of her voice. It worked.

She's confused for a moment, looking around at everyone as they stare at her with wide, wet eyes. Then it dawns at her.

"I told you, I didn't want to be a-"

"I couldn't," His voice is muffled because he refuses to move, "I'm sorry, couldn't let you die."

She pushes his chest, angry tears forming in her eyes, "My life isn't something you get to just play with!"

"I love you too much to live without you."

Her anger turns to shock at his words.

"I know I never said it. I never..." He leans back, hands still on her shoulders when he sighs. His face is tear-streaked, "I never told you I loved you. But I do. I love you. I love you so much it hurts."

"So no actually, I'm not sorry," He says, "Because even if you hate me for the rest of your life, at least you're alive to do it. And that's enough for me."

"I don't hate you," She admits and he lets out a tearful laugh.

"Good," He smiles when she falls back into his arms, "Because I was totally bluffing, it would destroy me if you did."

The others go back to trying to find a way out while he holds her.

Minutes later there's a barrage of footsteps and the door bursts open. In floods a troop of Fillmore Graves soldiers with big guns.

Blaine's eyes turn red when they point them at them, pulling Cori closer.

Everything calms down when they realize one of the soldiers is Major and he helps clear thing up.

Blaine refuses to let her leave his side, terrified that if he takes his eyes or hands off her for even a minute he'll lose her again.

His hand is wrapped tightly around hers as they listen to Chase Graves give a rundown of what happened while she was... Well, dying.

He's given her his jacket, because not only is it a chilly night, but she's freezing after the amount of blood she lost.

When he finishes he looks over at them, "And who are you?"

"I'm the guy that just saved a zombie from getting tortured and killing a kidnapped human on the internet."

"Kidnapped human?"

"Former human," Cori explains, "Coriander Moes. This is Blaine."

"Blaine McDonough, owner and proprietor of The Scratching Post."

They talk for a bit, then Blaine leads her back inside to check on Don E.

"Hey, you guys want in on this?" Don E asks, referring to the cracked skull he's eating out of when he sees them.

"Yes!"

Blaine chuckles when she pulls him over. He sits on the floor next to the body, leaning up against the step, and pats his leg.

The adjust and she eventually settles between his legs, one of his arms hooked loosely around her neck.

He can't stop staring at her, even with her mouth and fingers coated in the blood of some crazy hick as she messily eats his brain, she's the most beautiful tonight that he's ever seen.

He leans in to kiss her temple, soaking in her warmth.

"Don't scare me like that again, yeah?" He asks in a loving whisper, "You're everything to me, Cor. You're my everything."

[sadcharactersrmykryptonite]

Completed tsats, in the middle of exam week, guess I have my priorities straight. Okay, let's get into the pro and con opinions of mine in this book.

Pros

1.Nico got over his trauma. Not completely of course, but he is on the right path. And the cocoa puffs are really cute ( send me fanart).

2.I am glad nico is more emotive in this. We saw him smile more, make jokes and generally be more optimistic then the other books. I felt like titan's curse nico is coming back and i love it. I love that nerdy side to him.

3.We see him cry it out. After so long of seeing him being described as emotionless, cold and scary, it was nice to see him letting out his emotions.

4. I love that he is so affectionate with will. We already know that nico is physically affectionate with the people he cares about, like hugging Jason, reyna, and kissing hazel on the cheek. It makes sense that he will be affectionate with his bf.

5. I love that the entire story revolves around how kind nico is. Like we knew that nico was the only one who saw and talked to hestia. His selflessness is the most important trait of his but also the most overlooked. But it's also the trait that got him in the most trouble. I am glad that he told nyx to f**k off, it means he is learning to prioritise himself and i am so glad for that. Also it felt so good to see people and deities acknowledge that, too the point that a primordial goddess was threatened by it. Listen up kids, KINDNESS IS YOUR BIGGEST STRENGTH NOT A WEAKNESS.

6. I liked will's characterisation. He's exactly what I taught he will be, kind, daring, supportive and brave. And he learns, accepts his mistakes and meets nico in the middle, what more can i ask. ( I feel like a parent giving their blessings to their child's so)

7. Nyx felt threatening, way better then gaia. And I really liked the way the final battle was more psychological then physical. And the new development in wills powers, that's a head cannon that felt validated. He can use plague powers, powerfull sunshine boy, nico, powerful sunshine boy.

8.Bob and small bob, they are the best. And them being happy and enjoying their freedom, ah, I was crying. I love them.

9.The deities crying over solangelo. I get it, they are so cute. Kind of shows a human side to them. And that talk about lost souls with gorgyra, yeah, another scene that brought me too tears. The fact that they still have hope. Warmed my heart.

10.Loved the talk about change , and being true to yourself and having the option to choose. It read nicely and it's a great message for the kids out there, not just LGBTQ kids, to everyone. And even bitter adults can learn this lesson. So be open minded people.

As a literature student, I am done with all the nihilist, Existentionalist, tragic stories that I had to read. This was the cheesy, funny, pure, and sweet book that I wanted to get rid of all this stress. And that's what I want from a percy Jackson series book.

Cons

1.It was rushed. But I think I understand. I mean they had to put nico's solo tartarus plot, the actual plot of the story and also address their trauma, add fanservice, create a believable story for why nico had to go to tartarus again ( sideyes hades) , yeah way too much for a spinnoff.

2.I would have love to know more about will. Don't get me wrong, as I gushed about it, I really like their interactions. But it felt like he was made for those interactions, like will solace is still not an individual character but nico di angelo's boyfriend. To me it felt like Rick was telling," look at this sunshine boy, I would tell you why he is perfect for nico", hence the earlier blessing comment. ( you have my blessing will, you have my blessing). But I don't care about it much, for me I was looking forward to Nico's story and I got it so I am happy.

3.There were inconsistencies, like bianca and his mother. It felt like a retconn, but it's also a story about gods, so it makes sense that hades will do it.

4.The tartarus parts didn't hit as much as I thought it would, nicos past solo trip, that is. Maybe it's because the story was written by two authors. I cried but it didn't tear my heart out. Maybe because I know nico gets out. Hmmm, something to think about.

5.Please dont take this the wrong way, but I didn't like how they constantly kept saying boyfriend. Like I get it, I know you are a couple, I want you to be couple, but it felt like the authors didn't think they would come across as a couple and kept on reminding us. This is one nitpick I have in this book.

Oh another nitpick. I wanted to see the other characters, like hazel and reyna and how did I forgot apollo. I need more apollo. I really wanted to see nico's reaction to reyna joining the hunters. Not much just a tiny reference, like when they were talking to gorgyra, like she also abandoned me, something like that.

And that's it. I can't think about any more cons.

TLDR: This book left me feeling like a proud mama who's watching her son grow up to be a hero. And that's exactly what I wanted. So, this book is a 10/10 for me. Cherished forever.

[cymorilcinnamonroll]

On Why Angels are Horrific, as Told by Samael

I won't deliberately say Michael's an ass.

No. His assery is subtle, so well-hidden behind his commanding demeanor one might mistake it for charm. If sharp, uncomfortable charm's your thing. Me, personally, I like charm I can sink into- plush leather wingback seats, women whose charms serve accommodatingly as a head pillow. I'm a hedonist- I like the finer things in life. Michael, however, is sharp, like the edge of his precious blade. He's so mind-achingly intense every minute of his existence I'm surprised the idiot hasn't had an etheric aneurysm yet.

No, Michael's a razor. Michael may seem all solemn holiness and comforting smiles, but lurking behind that angelic exterior is a man that eats diamonds for breakfast. I kid you not. I, over here, am content with my Cocoa Puffs- they're this brilliant cereal I found in a human grocery store today. Dark, chocolately, and sweet as sin.

But I digress.

Do not think angels benevolent. There is a reason seraphim veil their faces. Why we warn mortals to fear us not.

We do so because angels are terrifying. You should quake in terror when you see us. Because angels only ever appear for a reason.

We are the faces of Death. Of Order. And Order, my dear, is maintained by blood, and blood alone.

Michael is not callous. Far from it. He knows exactly what must be done to maintain the Sacred Balance, and does so without flinching. He gave no thought to letting his dear Joan of Arc burn at the stake, though she cried out for her patron angel's saving. There is no time for thought- in fact, I doubt it exists in his mind. Michael is an instrument of God. What flows through his 'mind' is beyond mortal ken, the very movement of nature is veiled behind his eyes. I have seen them strip souls from the Earth. His gaze has made darkness cry.

It has made me fall to my knees. For his eyes- they are a mirror, of the most dreadful kind: they reflect everything back at you that is flawed.

Angels have terrible eyes. Mine kill.

We fear what lurks behind them. We know not ourselves. In mine, the abyss. In his, the cold, unfeeling light.

Sometimes, when I am alone in the silence of my room, I wonder what my brother truly is. Unfathomable. Unknowable. He who is like God.

Is he God? Does God exist? Or are we just the bastard children of a universe that exploded into existence on a whim? Parentless. Alone.

Michael knows. Michael knows, but he does not tell. He knows half the story. I, the other. And our lips are sewn shut by the black bonds of fate.

We are God.

I am Legion.