#I can come up MANY flavors I'd like to try as an ice cream

[niuniente]

I have a question, or perhaps a challenge for you. Describe the best ice cream of the world, the ultimate ice cream of your dreams – what flavours will it have? Twist: it must not be any flavour you know to exist (such as sweet potato, or fig & white chocolate). Go!

That's actually impossible because when I'm aware of almost 200 ice-cream flavors (if not more) which all are out of the question, and when beating matcha as my ultimate dream flavor for ice-cream ever to exist is really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really hard, I'm not left with many options, right?

(I love good quality matcha ice-cream so much that if I had to choose only one flavor to ever eat again, it would be matcha).

But, if there's no limitation to the ice-cream flavor in question, I think my ultimate ice-cream of my dreams would taste like Love or How Does My Art Taste Like.

[leighlew3]

Want to know how it feels to be a writer in Hollywood?

Picture yourself working at an ice cream shop.

Customer: “Ohhh all of these look amazing, but that one in particular -- that looks so good, I'd love to try this 'rocky road' flavor.”

Worker: “Fantastic! Coming right up! Oh, you’re aware there’s nuts in it, correct? Just making sure, in case of allergies.”

“Yeah. I know what I want. Please give me rocky road.”

“Sure, no problem. :) Here ya go! Even gave ya a little extra, on the house!”

“Ew why is there nuts in this? It’s too crunchy for my mouth and I shouldn't be eating nuts anyway. I don’t want this.”

“Oh, I’m- I'm sorry… that’s… um, okay, well is there something else you’d like to try?”

“What do you suggest?”

“The mint chocolate chip is really popular.”

“Seen it too many times.”

"But have you tried it?"

"No, but I've seen it enough to know that's not what I want."

“Okie dokie. Though I will say we do something different with ours, we also add in-”

“Wait, hold on -- *lowers phone* -- I was just talking to a friend of mine, he's never even had ice cream, but he had this brilliant idea: what if we take the rocky road ice cream and mix the mint chocolate chip INTO it?”

“Oh, I— I'm sorry, just to understand, you just said you didn’t like nuts from rocky road and had no interest in the mint chocolate chip, but now you'd like both -- just, combined?"

"Yes, and I'm very excited about it!"

"K, I'll get to work on that for ya. Just a note, I'm not sure these two flavor profiles will work super great together, but hey -- it can't hurt to try."

“Exactly. It’s called development of flavors. Sometimes you have to figure out what you don’t like, duh.”

“Right. And we did. But now you want two things you didn’t want? I'm just trying to understand-”

“Yes, obviously, because together, it’s never been done.”

“Okie dokie. Not a problem!"

“And, can you do this fast? We need to leave soon.”

“Gotcha. Here you go!”

“Oh, this is gross. This doesn't work well together. Why the heck would you combine this? The flavors don't work well together.”

“Oh, I — I'm so sorry, but you wanted them combined."

"I mean it was a collaborative effort."

"Um, not really, you didn't even listen when I- you know what? It's all good. We're adaptable here and always happy to serve! Can I offer you something else! Sherbet, perhaps?"

“Is that like, fruity?"

"Yeah, we have orange or mango, I love the mango personally."

"Hmm. Maybe I'll try the orange. Actually, you know what? I don't know anymore, I don't know. I think I’ll come back in six months and tell you want I want.”

“Wait, s- sorry- six months?”

“I’m very busy. I have to go to four other ice cream shops just this week.”

“Oh... ok...”

“In the meantime can I get a free sample of the mango sherbet?”

“Oh, so you do you want sherbet! Sure, be happy to get that for ya!”

"Please put it in the large ice cream cone and with double scoops."

"Oh... that's... sorry that's no longer a sample. You'd have to pay for that much..."

"Haha. Sure. I mean, you're lucky I'm even standing here. Most people would kill for my presence in their shop."

"...you know what? That's fine. Here you go, have a good day, and I hope you leave us a positive review!"

“I don't do reviews. And oh, this tastes weird... this is way different from ice cream. It's very fruit forward.”

“Yes, because it’s sherbet.”

"Yeah, I know the difference."

"But you just said... nevermind. Can I help you with anything else?"

“No. And, thanks, I guess. Really would have preferred ice cream. Maybe something chocolate like rocky road or mint chocolate chip, you know?”

"?!?!!?"

End scene.

[somanyratsinthewalls]

300 Followerfest!

300 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION!

Hi guys I am so so so thankful for each and every one of you and I wanted to take some special requests to celebrate! Sooooooooo as long as asks are open you can send something to me and I'll try my best to get to as many as I can! I'm asking you to pick a flavor (character) and a flower (prompt) and I'll whip up a fun little one shot. If you don't want smut pleeease specify because it's kind of my jam and it'll probably end up in that direction. Oh, also! If you have another character in mind that isn't on the list, I'll see what I can do! Let's do this >:)

xx Mo

(Choices under the Cut)

Lover:

✨vanilla✨ Luffy

✨chocolate✨ Zoro

✨strawberry✨ Nami

✨mint chocolate chip✨ Usopp

✨ caramel✨ Sanji

✨lavender✨ Robin

✨rocky road✨ Franky

✨cinnamon✨ Ace

✨cookies and cream✨ Kid

✨pistachio✨ Law

✨bubble gum✨ Buggy

✨butter pecan ✨ Shanks

✨ lemon ice ✨ Mihawk

✨ matcha✨ Killer

✨cookie dough✨ Hancock

✨ Neapolitan✨ Sir Crocodile

✨fudge brownie✨ Sabo

Prompt:

✨sunflower ✨ "We aren't sharing a bed, I'll sleep on the floor."

✨daisy✨"I can't even speak when I'm with you, all the words I've known are lost inside your body."

✨rose✨"You're such a fucking asshole."

✨bluebell✨ "You think I don't care about you? What do you want me to do, push you out there and fuck you in front of them?!"

✨snapdragon✨ "Come on, have another drink! What's the worst that could happen?"

✨snowdrop✨ "You're obviously freezing. Just come here."

✨ fern✨ "Yes, I have feelings for you. Anyway. Moving on from that..."

✨crocus✨ "Kiss me."

✨ lily ✨ "I'd eat 10 devil fruits if it meant I could see you naked."

✨maple✨ "They're right outside that door baby, you don't want them to hear you like this, right?"

✨ magnolia ✨"I'd die for you."

✨Venus fly trap ✨"Good sluts don't talk with their mouths full."

✨ poison ivy ✨ "I'd call you an. imbecile but that wouldn't be fair since you can't spell it."

✨hyacinth✨ "You know I'm sorry..."

✨baby’s breath✨ "I know I kissed you, but I don't think I did it right... will you let me try again?"

✨poplar ✨ "Shhh I know baby, I know it's good. You're doing so good for me..."

✨ hibiscus✨ "Do we like... hold hands now?"

THANK YOU FOR PARTICIPATING AND I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS!

[paixarina]

ICE CREAM

✧. ┊TOMA HIKAGE x GN!Reader

✧. ┊SUMMARY: Summer ice cream date with Toma.

✧. ┊CONTENT: Fluff, Toma being a silly guy.

“Ice cream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.”

“Ugh, It's super hot here...” You sighs with an exhausting tone while sitting on the bench, wiping your face with a handkerchief, as the heat from the sun keeps increasing, which gave you an urge to consume something cold.

“Yeah, I would get a heatstroke for this, I sweat a lot in this summer!” A long, blond-haired boy also complains about the hot weather while sitting on the same bench as you. He wipes his forehead with his own hand, sighs for handling too much heat under the sun.

“Same... I would pass out for this.” You groaned with an annoyed tone. The boy, Toma, looks at you and nodded. Both of you and him are just sitting there while distancing to each other, trying to think about how to enjoy the summer time properly without the extreme heat bothers you and him. Then, Toma suggests something.

“How about we could get some ice cream?” Toma asked you with a smile and enthusiast while pointing at the ice cream truck. You went intrigued and then nods at him.

“Sure, why not? That sounds like a good idea!”

“Hmm, which flavor I should choose?” Toma looks at the ice cream menu. So many variants to choose that he ended up gets indecisive. You stand there annoyed with the heat, wanting him to hurry to choose which flavor that would goes well.

“Ugh, come on. It's hot already!” You yelled at him with an annoyed tone. “Hang on a little bit, I can't decide which flavour I would choose!” Toma responds to you frustratingly.

“How about this (flavour)?” Toma asked you with a smile. You went intrigued, but stares at the other flavour on the menu and points your finger at it. “I'd rather prefer this one.”

“Hmm... how about we can buy two? One for me, one for you.” Toma negotiates with you. “Eh? That sounds like a good idea!” You agreed with his statement.

“So, do you like it? You're not angry anymore now?” Toma asked you gleefully with a smile, while you nodded enthusiastically.

“This ice cream tastes good! I love it!” You shouted happily to him, while your mouth has a little bit of ice cream on the cheeks.

“Hold on, I just noticed something.” Toma stares directly at your cheeks, then slowly pick something with his finger and licks it. You went confused and asked him. “What's the thing you just licked?!”

“Oh haha, it's a little pieve of ice cream that just gets stuck on your cheeks, so I have to pick it up with my finger.” Toma chuckled.

“Hm, I noticed that you also have a tiny piece of ice cream on your cheeks too.” You pointed out at Toma's mouth that also full of ice cream. Toma went surprised and quickly cleans his mouth with a tissue.

“How do you feel right now?” Toma asked you.

“I think this ice cream brings me a good mood in this very hot season." You replied to him with a smile.

“I'm so glad it makes you happy!" Toma responds cheerfully. Even in the very hot season, he will always try his best to cheer you up, no matter how annoyed you are.

“When you feel heated a lot, the best thing to solve it is to chill yourself down with some sweet treats.”

[kitsiinabox]

Howdy! I've been following you for years now and I am inly JUST learning about Kitsundaes??? What is this???

Hiya!

So, Kitsundae are my closed species (Basically a little themed critter I own, and design different versions of for people) based around Kitsune, and ice cream sundaes!

They've been around since 2019! It started as just a fun little pun name fakemon, but I had several of my friends say they wanted one of their own, so I made a little menu and put them up for sale. I thought I'd sell like, maybe ten? Since there's so many amazing closed species/adoptables already out there, and I knew very little about the community.

Now I've designed, and sold, around 800 of them.

Most of those have been custom orders! I have a pretty active discord for those who own Kitsundae, or just like the idea of them and want to hang out. But it's invite only, so if you want to join you have to come off anon to ask for an invite code 8>

As for lore, Kitsundae are foxes who thrive in cold weather. They have a special magic that makes their tails grow as desserts- heavily influenced by what they eat as Scoops (the name for Kitsundae kits). They can share this food with others, but woe those who try to take it from them by force! You'll get the worst food poisoning of your life!

There's three natural flavors- Mint, Vanilla, and Chocolate, and these three wild flavors are what all the domesticated Kitsundae flavors are thought to have descended from.

There's more lore and info (Such as different seasons will see different desserts manifesting as their tail, and boosted forms)

but yeah! They're just my funky lil' sweet guys!

[the-jellyfish-graves]

It would be an honor to taste mommy cooking all savory and sweet. To delight in your offerings oh what a treat. Mouth watering in anticipation for all your delectable dishes. What would you put on the table?

Anon wishes

Sorry, Mommy's going to ramble so much.

I could make so many different dishes, so I'd usually try to offer food that I think you would like - but I really enjoy making soups and curries. (I have cooked for my little cousins, I can make things for picky eaters, so I'm not worried). I'm pretty good at making drinks, too - whether it's alcoholic or not (I don't know any formal recipes, but I'm great at pairing flavors and making something delicious. Sometimes around Halloween, I make multiple spooky themed drinks throughout the month that I find online or just come up with). Also, if the person I'm cooking for is down to get high, I've made food and drinks that have cannabis in them, so I could do that too. The pineapple tofu curry has cannabis syrup in it and the rose cherry chocolate chip ice cream was made with home-infused cannabis maple syrup. If someone likes kimchi, I'd offer to make kimchi stew for them. I make my own kimchi every few months, so I almost always have some. I made all of the baked goods from scratch, too. I really like baking, but I have to mostly use recipes for that - I can improvise some substitutes and flavor changes from a base recipe, but I'm not baking off the dome.

Anyway here are some pictures of food I've made:

But anon, I respect that you committed to rhyming, but is wishes the anon name you want or was that just for the sake of the rhyme? Still, it was cute of you - even though it did read a bit like a euphemism.

[rikiiverse]

Boyfriend Jungwon - When he sees you crying

Pairing: boyfriend!jungwon x female!reader

Genre: fluff LIKE A LOT OF FLUFF

warnings: just Jungwon being a sweet af boyfriend, mentions of chubbiness and insecurities

your boyfriend Jungwon had came home from going to the store when he heard sniffling coming from your guys' room

"honey? Are you okay?" he asked gently hugging you as you cried

"I'm upset" you said as you cried he rubbed your back "What happened?" he asked gently as he led you to your bedroom and laid you down on the bed, getting in with you "Is it about the argument we had?"

you shook your head no "I feel insecure.." you said "Why love?" he asked kissing your cheek "Anything I can do to help you? Or make you feel better?" he asked, you nodded "I feel insecure cause I see so many pretty girls especially when we go out and I sometimes think that you're way out of my league.."

"You're the prettiest person in the whole damn world!" he said sitting down beside you

"No one will ever compare to you for me.." he said gently stroking the hair out of your face "I love you, and you're perfect to me"

"Really? Even if I'm chubby? Or if I'm annoying?" You asked. He chuckled softly "yes, love. I wouldn't have you any other way" he said as he cupped your face with both of his hands

"You're a beautiful work of art" he whispered "I'd never replace you for anyone"

"I'm not skinny or pretty like the other girls so thinking about it made me upset" you said, he pulled you against him, kissing the top of your head gently

"Baby" he began "no matter how you look, I wouldn't be here with you if I didn't enjoy your presence" he said as he pulled you onto his lap, stroking your hair, you could feel the love and care coming from him

"I love you, more than anything in the whole world. I never wanna lose you" you smile and snuggle close to him the tears still in your eyes

he kissed the top of your head "It breaks my heart to see you cry. I can't stand you being sad.."

"Whenever you're sad, whenever you're lonely or scared. Please come to me honey" he said softly "I'll be your rock"

"Thank you love... you're the best!" you said

he smiled softly

"I'll be your biggest fan, and number one defender. You'll never face life alone" he said softly "I'm so lucky to have you."

"I'm the luckiest to have such a sweet and handsome boyfriend like you" you told him "Aww, your gonna make me blush!" he said playfully as he looked down at you, his eyes shining with love

"I have so much love for you" he said gently stroking your cheek "I'm so grateful to have someone like you in my life"

you show him your phone, it was pictures of beautiful girls "look at how gorgeous they are.. I wonder if I'll ever be like them" he looked at the pictures "You're more beautiful than any of them." he said softly "trust me, you're the most beautiful woman in my eyes.. nothings gonna change that.. You are the most wonderful person I could ever dream of being with"

you nod and wipe your tears "that cheered me up thank you"

"No problem, love,"

"Just remember that whenever you feel down, I'll always be by your side. No matter how bad it gets, I'll always try my best to protect you" he said softly

"... I'm so lucky that I'm yours" he said softly "Can we go for ice cream?" you say pouting. He chuckled lightly, his cheeks going a tiny bit red from how adorable you were "Sure, what flavor would you like?" he asked gently "Anything for my love"

"Hmmm Mint chocolate!" you said joyfully. He smiled softly as he scooped you into his arms "I'll grab the wallet!" he said as he kissed your cheek and walked out, making sure you were nice and cozy as he got into the car and drove to the Ice cream place.

you arrived at the ice cream place and the cashier greeted you guys looking at Jungwon up and down he smiled at the cashier and gave them the money "Two of the mint chocolate, please" he turned to you, his face turning a tiny bit red as he smiled down at you, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek "You look extra beautiful today"

you were shocked when he said two mint chocolates "you're gonna eat mint chocolate too? But I thought you hated it?" he chuckled softly "I'm getting it for you" he said gently putting his hand on your cheek "You love it, so I'll buy you some" he said hugging you from behind "I want nothing more than to be by your side and see you happy" he said softly "You mean everything to me, and I don't ever wanna see you sad"

the cashier looked at you two "is she your girlfriend?" She asked

"Yes, she is!" He said excitedly as he looked down at you, his eyes shining "My number one girl!" he said as he put his arm around your waist, kissing your cheek "She's the greatest thing that's ever happened to me" the cashier looked in awe "you guys are so cute!" She said

"Akkk! You're gonna make me blush!!" He smiled "I'm just lucky to be with such a sweet girl!" The cashier smiled "It's pretty clear that you two love each other very much! I'm glad to see that some people still believe in true love" she said

you grab your ice cream and walk out eating it joyfully he looked at you happily as you walked outside and started eating your ice cream, "Awhh, you're so cute!" he said playfully as he put his arm around your waist and hugged you from behind as you ate your ice cream! "Is it good?" he asked, his voice filled with so much love! He couldn't ever let you go. You were his everything, and he promised to never leave your side.

"Here baby try some" you give him a spoon full "you'd probably say it tastes like toothpaste but I really like it!"

"Hmmm, lemme have a taste.." he said as he tried some "it's actually pretty good! I like it"

"You pick the best stuff, darling" he said as he smiled and leaned down to kiss your cheek

"You're so perfect" you giggle "you too~ i'm glad I met you" you said

"Me too, darling," he said as he kissed your cheek, "you make my day, every day"

"The minute I get to see that beautiful face, the whole world becomes a little brighter" he said softly as he kissed your forehead, just staring at you and taking it all in, "You're literally my world"

"Can I see your phone? I wanna play games" you say, you had each others Face ID and Passcode which shows how much you truly trusted each other "Sure honey!" He said excitedly he unlocked his phone and let you use it, you felt his complete and utter trust in you, and you smiled as you picked his phone up. "Take your time, and let me know if you need me okay?" he said as he watched you scroll through his phone

you scrolled through Instagram seeing his entire explore page be games and cool sports cars he has a liking for and even food he chuckled as he watched you scroll through the phone "what are you gonna play?" he asked, his voice soft with excitement as he watched you, he loved that he could trust you enough to let you use his phone to look through his pictures on Instagram, it was cute and wholesome, and he sat there and patiently waited for you to find some game you enjoyed.

"Originally I was gonna choose Subway surfers but now I wanna play temple run" you said "I used to love playing that!" he said with a smile "You have great taste, darling," he said playfully "I'll get the game up" he said as he opened the appstore and got temple run 5 minutes later the game was ready and he was handing you the phone "here you go"

"Hehe thank you!" you started playing it while snuggling close to Jungwon on the bench he smiled softly as he looked down at you, his arms wrapped around your waist. "You're so precious, you know that?" he asked softly, as he gently played with your hair, his voice so full of love and care as he looked down at you with a huge smile on his face. "Don't ever forget, I love you" he said softly "I'll always be by your side"

"Mee too~" you said "I'm so lucky" he said passionately "I just want to protect you from the whole world"

"You mean so much to me, more than anything ever has" he said softly.

"You're my world, the greatest thing in my whole life and I'll do anything for you" he said softly, his words filled with so much love "being by your side makes me the happiest guy ever."

"I'm glad we met~" you said "Me too" he whispered softly as he kissed your forehead, his voice filled with so much love and care, you never knew how much he loved you. This boy would protect you with his life and you meant the world to him. He adored you. "You deserve the world" he said softly as he lay you back on his arms, his words full of love and care, "you're perfect to me" you smiled and for the first time you pecked his lips he smiled softly as he kissed back, his touch so soft and gentle "Love you…" he whispered as he held you close to him "never forget how much I love you."

"I won't~" you said "Good," he said softly he was quiet once more, but continued to stroke your hair as he looked down at you with a look of love and adoration. He would give anything to spend the rest of his life by your side, he would do anything for you.

He just wanted you to be happy, and feel loved, he wanted you to never forget that the love he felt for you was real. and he wanted you to know you could come to him with anything and he would be ready to help you.

suddenly a girl approached you two mainly Jungwon "hi, I was wondering if I could get your number?" She said looking at Jungwon

"Uhh, I actually have a girlfriend" he said as he stared at the girl, his eyes going a tiny bit red. He didn't like that this girl was talking to him like this. What was she trying to do? He loved his girlfriend, he would never cheat on her or even try to. He'd do whatever he could to be her everything, and make her happy.

and to see someone talk to him like this hurt him. So he put his arm around you and stared at the girl, not backing down. He was ready to defend you. "I don't talk to other girls that way," he said plainly, making sure she knew where his loyalty stood.

"oh" she said he looked at you, his voice soft, "You're all I will ever need." he said as he took your hand in his, interlocking his fingers with yours. "You mean the world to me. And i'll never cheat on you" he said softly "just know that"

"You are my entire world."

"you too~" you responded he smiled softly, bringing you close to him and hugging you tightly, his voice gentle "I love you" he said as he squeezed you tight, never wanting to let go. You were his heart and soul, and he'd never let you go. "No one will ever compare to you ever" he said softly as he ran a hand through your hair gently "please believe me when I say that"

"lets head home" you tell him "Okay, let's go home, love" he said gently as he took your hand and started walking back to the the house, holding your hand gently. "Love you," he said as he kissed your hand gently. "Can I ask you something? I know it's a bit of of topic," he asked, his voice soft. "But have I always made you happy? Or do I need improve anywhere as an boyfriend?"

"you've always made me happy" you responded happily "Really?" he said, his eyes shining with joy. He was happy that he made you happy, he would do whatever he could to continue making you happy as your boyfriend. "Is there anything I can do to make you even happier?" he asked with a soft smile. He wanted the very best for you, he would do anything to make your life perfect and make you the happiest girl ever.

"you've done enough! thank you!" you say "okay" he said softly with a smile "just know that I'll always be here for you" he said, his voice quiet, loving, and calm. "You mean the absolute world to me, and I'll do everything I can to make you happy" he said with a warm smile he took your hand "I'll be there for you, in your highest highs and lowest lows. I love you"

"I love you too~"

END

I made this because I've met people in this past and even now who are super insecure about their body and I honestly feel like everyone is perfect the way they are so whether you're chubby or you're too skinny or you get shamed for anything, don't let those words get to you because you're the most beautiful person on the inside! theres no such thing as "she's perfect" because in reality we all have our flaws!!

[osachiyo]

Hi beautiful! ^^  

I'm not flattering I'm just stating obvious facts! Your cuteness is praticly radiating from you and I've seen how many people wrote how much they missed you as soon as you came back. We all love you too and can really count ourselfs as lucky to have you<3  

I recomend listening to music or half watching a video while cooking if it's bothering to you. I always do that while I'm cooking to not be bored (poor mama sometimes hears me hum or half sing the songs while I'm making dinner) and a strawberry smoothie sounds good! o: strawberries are my favorite and i already nom them in masses so that will be another way to satisfy my strawberry addiction. I can't wait for it to be strawberry season and to maybe go strawberry picking! ^^  

Playing with dough it too much fun. I don't care if they lose all their air and are over kneeded it's not our fault dough is nice to hold (it reminds me of atsushis cute cheek) 

I'd need to ask for the name of the movie again but it was about the sceario that aliens came to world with giant space ships and landed but don't seem to do anything. So some the goverment seeds people there to investigate but also try to translate their language. So our main character is very good with languages and gets pulled with to try to learn the aliens language. I'm only sad we didn't got to pat the aliens. I wanna pat everything i shouldn't pat for some reason. This movie had one cool plot twist we liked ^^  

The hear play i listed with my sister to is also great it's called "hail marry" or "mission hail marry" where our main character wake up not knowing who he is and we slowly find out in what situation he found himself in. There are barely any other characters there but his monologs are entertaining and very sciency i like that one can actually understand all the science and you always can follow each plot twist perfectly with no "come on i knew this for an hour how do you know only now?" Or an "wait how did you get to this??? This makes no sense!". This story just carries itself good and is surprisingly very accurate altough being a sci-fy hear play. I love it alot (just like i love you >:D ) (and don't worry i didn't mind that you added both things together) (this one is very long i'm sorry) - 🥒 anon that thinks you're very cool

HELLO AGAIN NONNIEEEE !! so good to see you again :D and thank you so much ! you’re very very cute yourself, and you’re too kind pls 🥹 im the lucky one to have so many sweet supporters like you <3

and that’s a good tip, i’ll try playing some music or like play a video in the background the next time i cook :D

strawberry picking sounds so funn omg :< i wish i could go with you ! i love all strawberry flavored things — without ice cream HELP but if it’s made with like fresh strawberries then i don’t mind !

that movie sounds interesting, i actually love anything alien related so <3 and about the play, it sounds pretty cool :D i might give it a shot when i can ^^ AND I LOVE YOU TOOOOO !!!! 💖

[miasiegert]

re: @lie-in-a-bureau-drawer (I hope I'm doing this correctly with the tags--figured try and test out with copying/pasting what's there first?)

There will be more pics and there will be video! Definitely the best blooper video when I figure out the exact right spot to cut. If it's too short, it misses the humor. A minute's far too long though. I'm happy to post up some rehearsal videos though many are the cats without make up which can be jarring for some.

It's been an eye-opening experience doing this production and I'm so glad I was brought in. I know dinner theatres have very mixed reputations but gotta say, the combo of Chaz's directing/choreography and probably the hardest show many of these actors have done to date* (**many are very young and this is their first professional season out of college!), it was nice.

On opening night, one of the producers pointed the three of us out and people were shocked because apparently usually the director/choreographer and costume designers aren't there, so before the show started, at intermission, and afterwards, we had some wonderful conversations with regular patrons who said it was the best show they'd seen at the theatre and they really hoped we'd come back. On Saturday night, I saw some of those same people again! House was full.

Food review-wise:

-Salad: Phenomenal. This seems like something really silly to say but ever since I got h.pylori, I have difficulty eating raw vegetables. To me, it was absolutely divine and the dressing was enough of a kick but not overbearing. There was something a little sweet in it but (not sure if because of medication, almost no sense of smell, or something else) I couldn't put my finger on what it was.

-Buffet: Unfortunately I wasn't able to try many of the dishes as I was recovering from horrible food poisoning! What I did try was quite good but I didn't get to taste the seafood (bummer!) or some of the southern dishes. The green bean dish was my highlight and the mashed potatoes saved my stomach.

-Booze:

Now, is drinking advised when one's recovering from food poisoning? Absolutely not.

Did I drink anyway? Yes.

No (some) regrets.

My favorite drink was The Jellicle (a really sweet margarita--normally I don't like margaritas to be too sweet but this one worked). I also tried the Rum Tum Tugger which was nice and very strong--normally I'd avoid rum because of the Great Rum Bucket Incident of 2016, but I really, REALLY wanted that glass (I hope it survived the trip home!). I was mixed on the Gumbie Cat but to be fair, I'm not a brandy person, it was at the cast party, and I went, "Uh, I'll have what they're having!" Friends got the Memory (Mudslide) and there seems to be a nice mocktail called The Kitten that honestly I'd have been happy to have... but also when drinks are on the house... yes, I'm that shameless. I'm not really about bourbon so I don't know how Old Deuteronomy's Catnip was. But yes, definitely my favorite by FAR was The Jellicle but The Rum Tum Tugger was fun for the glass/novelty (I didn't get cat ears but got them for friends*).

Desserts: We accidentally missed the dessert call on show two (er three). Oops. So I only had the Tres Leche Cake. I want to stress for me personally it was too sweet BUT!!! But please keep in mind there's a Mexican restaurant near us that makes an incredibly good one and that was absolutely a mistake on my end to order when I'd subconsciously compare, and Anthony also had the tres leches and liked it much more than me. One of my medications also drastically altered my taste so I have difficulty when things are very, very, very sweet or rich so absolutely that's not a fair assessment. David liked the Triple Chocolate Indulgence and Chaz seemed to enjoy the apple pie. I probably should have gone with cheesecake or a simple ice cream sundae. The Limoncello Mascarpone Cake would have been a no brainer... except mascarpone is the one flavor I really can't stand! Woe!

If one likes rich and sweet food, this definitely is the right place for that! I like more sour in general.

House Cats: Went over really well. Everyone was told not to touch the cats. Drunk woman decided to ignore that on opening night then screamed when she got hissed and growled at. They take the protection of the actors very seriously, which is important to me.

I'm not sure if the servers were speaking as cats or themselves when serving. All of the cats broke character with us (except when rehearsing House Cats, and yes, I have video I need to upload, "EXCUSE ME, I DIDN'T GET MY DESSERT YET!" "HISSSSSSSSS".)

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For the friend part, the show was very special yesterday/Saturday as it was the first time ever that friends went to see it (my parents haven't since it's always been out of state and I get so shy/embarrassed about my work because of perfectionism). As well, we always have to run the show so actually watching it was fun.

My dear friend Vaidah is an absolute joy who I love to bits and moved to Tampa. David used his two comps for her and her father, and I used one of my two comps for her sister. I got all three cat headbands. It was such a joy to finally meet her family but also seeing her after so long, and I was so nervous too because I felt the pressure was up. All three loved the show and the costumes, and my very sneaky cast member friends were doing secret intel when they saw me talking, introducing themselves as humans so they'd know where to interact.

My last comp was for Ban-chan/Kate, who narrated the SOMEBODY TOLD ME book trailer, was one of my bridesmaids and did an incredible speech, and partly responsible for the Great Rum Bucket Incident of 2016. It's been years. I missed her so much I told her I'd smoosh and eat her face. I succeeded at one. She's never seen CATS before and while she's not a fan yet, she said she's very willing to watch it again/learn about more of the lore and was very clear she didn't dislike it. Someone close to me thought that was a backhanded compliment but they don't know her--that's not backhanded but one of the biggest compliments she could give since she literally hates anything cat-related (though mine warmed her up a bit).

So to go from never seeing the show from the house myself to seeing it with my husband and two dear friends (and one's family!) see it all in a day, I'm overwhelmed and humbled and incredibly grateful, and teary-eyed as well. I'm used to being heavily criticized and there's been some bullying off-and-on in certain areas of the CATS fandom. I never felt like I belonged and I would hide so many parts of myself.

I'm also pretty sure I'll be getting messages from friends in the show throughout the run (some have old tumblr accounts so maybe they'll make appearances!). All I request is some kindness since social media sometimes can be brutal, and please keep in mind that the stage is very small to accommodate the dining tables and again there are many very, very young performers. For example, there are no double-cartwheels because there literally is not room for them--maybe 2--so instead, they did a really cool swing lift with Rumple going behind Mungo's back and upside down that Chaz would probably cringe over my description but it looks pretty cool. As well, please keep in mind that there are tons of split tracks. This is not summer stock. I don't know how the casting process works for dinner theatre, so I can't really give insight there.

Is there a way to hide spoilers? Because there's one really big surprise that caught me off-guard!

[userkass]

hey, friend! it's ☃️ again and oh yes, i'm all for naming the cute snowman. i'm thinking we can keep it simple and sweet, like perhaps snowy and frosty are good names? but i'm open to suggestions if you have any!

and yes, i love getting to know new fcs so thank you so much for that list. i'll make good use of it. and you've sparked my curiosity, so can you maybe tell me about the current and favorite characters you write? i'd love to get to know more of them! -- yours truly, ☃️

hello!! <3 frosty is always a solid name for a snowman, in norway for some reason we call him kalle, likely has to do with the name fitting the song best. who knows? it's also close to our word for cold. we'll go for frosty, because it's a name i can remember. i also think my main blog is up and running again, even though it's fun having this blog as well!! you're very welcome! me too, though! hmm, this is tricky cause i write a lot of characters. not as many as i was a while back, but i'll try to list a couple of my current favorites that i'm writing over in an rp! i'll put them under a read more though as knowing me it'll get long.

charlie fortier ( mercedes morris ) - her fc has changed quite a bit throughout the years and though she originated in the hp universe which might give a bit of an idea as to how long i've had her lmao since i can't actually remember the last time i rp'd it, she has changed quite a bit since. she is the main owner of her an ice cream shop that has been passed down through generations and she loves concocting new flavors and will test out every flavor once. she's very gay and is currently happily dating bea...after the longest slow burn. together they have a few dogs. in this particular rp, she happens to be a water sprite fae.

evan rathod ( summer bishil ) - another one of my beloved muses that i've managed to revamp, evan is quite different in the sense that they prefer to avoid people. her story has changed quite a bit in this rp, but they are a fire dragon who just escaped years of captivity and are now trying to adjust to being free and find their footing once more. they have a younger sister whom they absolutely adore and would do anything for. in the rp prior to this one, that was slice of life, so no dragons, they fell in love with an oliver jackson cohen fc and it's perhaps one of my favorite ships to write.

jocelyn lao ( jessie mei li ) - my little wannabe jeff goldblum in jurassic park. josie is an archaeologist that is very much someone that walks to the beat of her own drum. she loves reptiles and dinosaurs and has managed to create their own sort of sanctuary in the backyard where she's drawn inspiration from the jurassic park movies with the few reptiles they have rescued. they are a delight to write.

silas sanguis ( pedro pascal ) - admittedly, his backstory is a little inspired by the mikaelsons with some twists, but basically he's an old af vampire with an older brother who happens to be the leader of the vampires on the island he's currently inhabiting. silas doesn't necessarily care for or even enjoy politics, but he definitely takes advantage of the perks. his passion is wine and he's spent centuries perfecting various types of blood infused wines.

obsidian kincaid coldwell ( thomas doherty ) - cade, oh cade. he's definitely my current villain, as i have a tendency to always write one. he comes from a line of wixen that have the belief that they are the superior supernatural species. he is the second oldest of his siblings, just after his twin essie ( who i also play ) and was the favorite up until his brother was born as his seer gift was seen as less than to his brother's necromancy abilities. this, alongside with his family being responsible for his first love's death has resulted in him becoming very much an asshole and someone that does what he wants for his own gain. he's also currently trying to figure out a way to make wixen immortal.

It was hard to narrow it down, because I do have quite a few, but this was fun. ( my current muse count is 35, so i will spare you )

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #145

New tats in your near future? I'm getting my coverup finished the 26th of this month. After that, I'm sure it'll be awhile.

How about piercings or re-piercings? Probably not, but I'd really like to.

Are there any rooms in your house that you don’t go into every day? Yeah, I don't always go into Mom's room and bathroom. I basically never go in the dining room, but it's not really a unique "room."

Who else do you know who has the same favorite color as you do? Idk off the top of my head, but pink is definitely a popular favorite color.

Have you ever had a tattoo covered up or added to? That's what's going on with the one I mentioned in the first question. I want two more coverups, though. One is just in a bad spot and I want to redesign it and put it elsewhere, but the other is another attached to a person I can't stand anymore.

Have you ever kissed someone who has previously kissed someone you hated? Once upon a time, yes; Jason's first real gf was Rachel, who I had a very hard time with in high school because she got extremely jealous of Juan pursuing me over her (she literally threatened me), and then she had stuff to say about me having a thing for her "leftovers" when Jason and I got together. I have no problem with her now, we're actually friends on Facebook that have talked and interact, she's great; people grow and I'm not going to keep her leashed to shit she did in high school.

Do you have any relatives with red hair? No, not that I know of. My maternal grandmother dyed her hair a mild red for as long as I can remember, but it wasn't naturally that color.

What is tomorrow’s weather forecasted to be like? Weather app is saying between 63-80*F with an 80% chance of thunderstorms.

[TW: SUICIDE] Have you ever known anyone who committed suicide? She was an online friend so could never verify, but I pretty fucking confidently believe she did. I know of other people.

What’s some of the worst pain you’ve ever felt? Having a very infected cyst drained, a hemorrhoid, breaking my wrist, healing from a concussion...

What’s your favorite kind of pasta? Normal spaghetti with marinara sauce, and meatballs are a good addition.

Would you rather a friend come over to your house or you go over there? Go there.

Have you ever had rabies? No. I remember doing an essay on it in high school though, so I learned a lot about it... not that I remember almost any of it, lol.

Do you know anyone who ever had to get a rabies shot? Realistically I probably do. My sister Nicole was bitten badly by a dog once, but because he was a domestic pet with vet records I don't remember if she needed one, I don't know the protocol on that.

Ever eaten deer? Duck? Squirrel? How about lamb? I feel like while in Ohio I took the teeniest bite of deer jerky, but I don't totally recall, I know I was extremely reluctant. I'm quite interested in trying lamb though, just with its reputation of being delicious.

What is your favorite parody movie? I don't really have one, I think.

What is your least favorite ice cream flavor? I hate strawberry.

Does your car have heated seats? No.

Have you ever been tempted to steal? I think there was one occasion as a kid, but I didn't do it.

Would you rather travel to Ireland or Japan? Ireland.

Does tickling turn you on? NO

If you could go over to someone’s house right now, whose and why? Girt's, just because I wanna see him and hang out, but we will tomorrow.

What is the age gap between you and your parents? My mom is older by one or two years, I forget which.

How many bathrooms does your house have? Is this enough? Two, and yes.

Have you ever video-chatted with someone you met online? No, I've always hated video chatting with people I do know.

Do you collect anything, or have you ever? I've been collecting meerkat stuff since I was young, and I also have a decent chunk of Silent Hill stuff. I'd love to collect Rammstein stuff too, but that's definitely a pricier sort of collection.

When was the last time you used Facebook? Not long ago, I tend to check it a few times a day.

How many siblings does your best friend have? He has one older sister, also named Ashley like mine.

Have you ever dated someone who was emotionally or mentally unstable? Yes.

Be honest: are you clingy? I know I am, at least to a degree. Girt has told me though that he doesn't feel so, instead appreciating that I give him "him" time whenever he wants it (we're the kind of couple that can just straight-up tell each other no to hanging out that day just because we need private time and no one's offended at all), but I still know in my core that I'm a clingy person.

Have you ever had bronchitis? No, but I watched Jason suffer with it and I have NEVER heard coughs like those ever before or since, it was awful.

Have you ever had a reptile for a pet? I've had two lizards and three snakes.

Are you afraid of the dentist? VERY FUCKING MUCH, something that only became a thing in recent times because of neglecting my teeth for so long and now I'm paying for it. Now that PT is over, I want to get my wisdom teeth extraction scheduled (the one on my right has a cavity close to the nerve, so it needs out ASAP), but I am so, so scared, because we can't afford the cost to put me under anesthesia. I don't know how the fuck I'm gonna do it.

Did you attend Sunday School as a child? Only because I was forced to.

Who was the last person you cuddled with? Girt.

How would you feel if your significant other (or possible partner) told you they dislike having sex, but do so with you to make you happy, even though they personally think it’s a chore? I have no idea how I would react to this, honestly.

Your boyfriend/girlfriend isn’t around but their phone is. Do you look through it? No, that would indicate some core problems in our relationship. I trust him.

Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now? I'm pretty confident I will be, Girt and I are doing great.

Have you ever liked anyone that was in a relationship with someone else? Yeah. That was the case with my first real crush, and then with Jason after we split and he started dating someone else.

Do people ever compliment your eyes? Sometimes, mostly on pictures.

Have any of your exes ever given you roses? Jason and Tyler.

Do you think your last ex ever thinks about you? Not in a positive way.

Would you rather have salad or french fries for a side dish? Fries.

Which one of your relationships was the shortest? Juan, we dated for less than 24 hours lol, so he barely even counts.

Which was the longest? Jason, three and a half years.

Have any of your exes told you they regret breaking up with you? No.

Would you feel hurt if your last ex is in a relationship? Not at all.

Are you going to be getting any new pets soon? Very unlikely.

Do you like BBQ sauce? No, I actually hate it a lot.

What do you like to do when you’re home alone? I don't do much differently, honestly. I'll sometimes unplug my earplugs and listen to whatever without them, but that's it.

Should the guy always pay for the date? Absolutely not, I'm personally in favor of whoever planned it paying, but I also think taking turns is fair.

What kind of music calms you down? Generally my favorite songs, because they have fuller attention from me so I'm better distracted, and I also often resort to the Shadow of the Colossus or Silent Hill games soundtracks for this.

Do you know anyone who has autism? My niece does, a friend's daughter does, I'm sure a couple more, and I'm fucking FINALLY being evaluated for it myself soon.

What is your favorite way to eat eggs? I'll only eat them scrambled and very preferably with cheese, or as lil bits in fried rice.

Do you like Frozen? I've genuinely never gotten the appeal of it. The icy scenery and magic effects are cool, but that's the end of it for me.

Who is one of your heroes? My mom.

Do you enjoy hot chocolate? I do, but not when it's made with water, it's gotta be milk.

Do you use Instagram often? I browse it daily, but I don't post a lot.

If you got a kitten, what would you name it? It would depend on their gender and appearance.

Do you have a Pinterest account? Yes, it's full of photography inspo, hairdos and colors, tattoo inspo, and primarily Rammstein pictures now, lol.

Do you prefer a quiet or noisy environment? Quiet, excessive noise really stresses me out.

What is one question you don’t like being asked? What my job situation is.

Who is someone you know who is talkative? My nephew, haha. He goes a thousand miles an hour from the moment he wakes up to the moment he goes to sleep.

When was the last time you saw one of your uncles? When my grandma was on her very last leg and my Uncle Rob was driving her from Florida to New York; they stopped at a hotel for us to meet up. Now this uncle is the scum of the fucking earth that my family - even his own siblings - don't associate with anymore. His ass is going to end up in jail.

Do you know anyone who plays the violin? No, but that'd be dope.

Do your parents enjoy any of the things that you enjoy? Do you bond over these things? Both my parents (especially my mom) love metal and rock music, and my mother also enjoys writing, even though she doesn't do it a lot, though I wish she would! She wrote a poem semi-recently that she got me to look at and critique and it made me SO happy to see her creating, because she really does enjoy that, especially as crafts and crocheting. My dad likes video games, as do I.

Out of all your usernames for websites, which one is your favorite? Do you use it for more than one site? Ozzkat, which I use for a lot of places.

Have you ever spent the whole day (or multiple days) just looking up one thing on the internet (e.g., videos of your favorite band, how-to videos, quizzes, etc.)? OH, FOR SURE. This is NOT a rare occurrence.

If someone told you that we live in a society that hates women, how would you respond? I would wholeheartedly agree with you. I know a lot of it is done while completely unaware, like plenty don't think they hate women, but their actions speak otherwise, and I'm trusting actions as the true show of morals and values.

Can you remember the last thing you thought and subsequently thought, “wow, I really shouldn’t be thinking that”? I can't remember the last, but it absolutely happens seeing as I often have intrusive thoughts.

[messengerofmechs]

OC ask: 9, 11, 12, 28. Dealer's choice for character(s) 💃

Oooooh so many questions! Yippee! And you know what? I'm going to talk about all the OCT character's I've had so far. Which means this got really long.

9) favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?

Comet loves the chance to really eat any specially prepared energon, she primarily has to rely on her ability to photosynthesize for meet her fuel needs, so even flavored rations are something to cherish. Before the war, there was a small Cafe she'd visit when she'd had the chance. It was the best food she'd ever had.

Maggie loves potato soup, it was her favorite dish growing up. She has her mother's recepie saved, but she finds herself too busy to make it.

Dani will demolish an ice cream sunday in 5 seconds flat.

11) what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?

When I'm making OCs, I tend to fill in the gaps between the big character defining traits with bits of myself. It's something that comes from my first characters being for ttrpgs I think. So in the end a lot of my characters look a bit like myself and someone I'd like to be, and I'd certainly get along with myself.

Dani, Comet, and Maggie all have a struggle of leaving family and homes behind, which is typical college student things to worry about. It's also a staple of the heroes journey/coming of age stories but those are resonant for a reason lol. They're also all a way I try to push against stereotypical femininity. (Not that I'm really rocking the boat much there.)

At the end of the day though, I'm not a robot with an identity crisis, a knight in shining armor, or a mad scientist supervillian.

12) how long have they been around? do you know their birthday? is their birthday the day you made them or another day? what do they think of celebrating birthdays?

Comet's the oldest OC of the bunch, I think it's been a year and a half since I made her?

Comet is older than the cybertronian civil war and has only been alive for two weeks. Hope this helps. Cybertronians don't really do birthday's and the CORPOREAL anniversary will definitely bring up many mixed feelings.

Maggie's the newest OC, I made her back in August. I haven't really given her a birth date, but she's in her late 20s. The ERA bots had some wires crossed on what birthdays are and threw her a party on some random day of the year, it was tons of fun.

Dani will spend all her time making a huge celebration for her brothers and forget to set aside a moment for herself as well.

28) how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

Comet will show care by learning about your interests so she can get to know you better. She listens, does her best to learn your whole story.

Comet's pretty non-confronational, so if she doesn't like someone she'll do her best to avoid them.

Dani will slap you on the back, lift you up in crushing hugs, and call you silly nick-names. She will cheer you on loudly, punch your enemies in the face, and generally make a nuisance of herself.

If she doesn't like you Dani will tell you that to your face. And then beat you up if she can get away with it.

Maggie will make you a Thing. It's probably a weapon, features a transformation gimmick, and will be perfectly suited to your tastes and styles.

If she doesn't like you, you'll end up on a business end of a Thing. If she really doesn't like you she'll ask Warden to drain your accounts and air out the skeletons in your hard-drive too.

[aching-tummies]

if i was your partner... I'd take you on a date to the county fair. I know you have a sweet tooth, and I promise to buy you whatever you want. When we get there, we haven't had dinner yet so we get a big meal of hamburgers and hot dogs, and some fried dough and cotton candy for you. I tell you I want to take a lap around the fair to see what rides there are, and get you as many treats as you want. Ice cream, churros, sodas and milkshakes all end up in your belly... 1/?

I’ve never been to a fair/amusement park or anything so when my beloved suggests we go I’m excited. Since I was a child, I’ve always wanted to go to these things because friends that have gone always have such cool stories about the rides or cute ones about laughing and having fun with their dates. Also…the occasional fair food item sounds delicious.

At the same time, I’m wary of the food because I’ve eaten stuff like ice cream, churros, milkshakes, and hot dogs before. Not at a fair setting and definitely not all in the same day. Past experience tells me that these are the kinds of foods that give me a queasy tummy ache individually. The idea of eating them all in the same day has me apprehensive. Absentmindedly, I press my hands to my tummy as though guarding it from the thought of such a nasty ache.

The day of the fair arrives and excitement has given way to nerves and those nerves have gone straight to my stomach. As we get out of the car and approach the fair grounds my stomach clenches and does flips. An empty growl splits the air but peters off into an inaudible, nauseous burble. I haven’t eaten much since you told me about our visit to the fair. The thought of fair-food filled me with dread since I knew we were coming and I guess I subconsciously lost my appetite in preparation…to try to give the fair-food a blank slate as though in hopes it’ll hurt less if it’s just the fair-food bouncing around in my gut. I rub my tummy with both hands, squeezing my eyes shut against the sensations rolling within it. I want to bolt. I want to go home. It’s like my tummy knows exactly where we are going and knows it’s in for something nasty.

I toy with the idea of asking that we just go on rides. I try to formulate the words, to make up a reason why I won’t be eating anything at the fair. Variations of “my tummy’s upset” or “I ate earlier and I’m full” come to mind. The latter wouldn’t be something I could fool you with. We’ve been together the whole day and you know naught but water has passed my lips all day. If my stomach weren’t sickeningly empty, I would definitely have thrown up by now. The anxiety of the impending situation twists in my gut, and I feel like a solid mass is forming inside my hollow gut…an imagined mass that sends urgent “puke” signals to my brain. I feel my stomach muscles convulse and I squeeze my eyes shut as it snarls again.

Your hand comes to my stomach and jolts me out of my thoughts.

“Aww…hungry?” You say as you pat my stomach through my clothes. You heard the hunger part of the growl and you took my hands on my tummy as a sign of a hunger pang. Or so I think.

“Uhm…n-not exac—"

“They sell food in there. Let’s grab some hotdogs before we check out the rides.” You pat your own stomach, triggering a growl that has no hint of nausea in it. “I’m hungry too.”

My stomach burbles as you all but push me forward, walking us to the entrance of the grounds. Each step brings the thought, “dead man (stomach) walking”. I had opted to eat less/not at all in preparation for this day because I didn’t want to come to the grounds with an upset tummy. My own stupid anxiety over what this kind of food does to me foiled that plan. If I had known my stomach would be upset entering the grounds regardless of whether or not I had eaten anything I would have just eaten something rather than endure hunger for so long.

“Uhm…d-darling? Hotdogs…uhm…y-you know what hot dogs do to my stom—”

“Ooh! Chilli-dogs! Yeah, those beat hot-dogs any day. We’re getting some!” It’s like you didn’t hear me. Tears prickle my lashes as I realize you’ve cut off all my attempts at telling you something is wrong. I open my mouth again but the glint in your eye shuts me up.

You know. The way your hand is snaked around my waist and how your palm is pressed up against my tummy is a new clue. The gentle, subtle rubs you’re giving me, that I haven’t noticed until now—you’ve done similar motions before. When I lost a dear family member you made those same motions on the back of my neck and on my shoulder when you put your arm around me. It’s your go to ‘comforting’ move. You know what’s on my mind. You know how upset my tummy is. You know I’m anxious about the impending stomach ache. And I know about your fascination with my stomach; we aren’t just here for the fair.

“Let’s walk and eat. Fair grounds are huge and I don’t know exactly what rides they have this year. Let’s do a lap, or two, and fill our tummies with all the different food as we narrow down which ones we want to go on.”

You’re still rubbing lazy circles on my tummy. Your voice and the gentle rubs slowly bring me out of my own head and the tight vice-like coil of anxiety in my gut unclenches just a little. The anxiety lessens just enough for a hungry growl to squeeze out. You know exactly what rides are offered. You studied the pamphlet thoroughly and I know for a fact you have a ranking order of your favorite rides. You love the fair and are a seasoned fair-goer. The walk is for my benefit. Suggesting two laps and suggesting that we slowly fill our bellies is entirely for the sake of my tummy. Starting at the fair with an already upset tummy wasn’t in the plan. You don’t just want to deal with an anxious tummy or a sickly one…the food and the fair-experience are part of your script for tonight. I take a deep breath and try to calm my nerves. If I let myself throw up it’s all over—that’ll be the end of the night. I don’t want to rob you of your opportunity to enjoy the fair. It only happens once a year. I don’t want to imagine having to deal with an entire year of an anxiety-induced stomach ache—knowing that you’ll try again next year.

“O-Okay…uhm…c-could we just split the food? I-I just want a bite or two of everything.” I pat my tummy. “You know my capacity is garbage.” You grin.

“Sure! One large chili-dog it is. Wanna choose what flavor milkshake we get? Oh, and the churros at one particular truck are to die for—you gotta try ‘em!”

And…we’re off. Your hand slides away from my waist and takes my hand instead as you pull me into the fair. I slide a reassuring hand on my tummy, hidden behind my messenger-bag. I rub my tummy gently, trying to quell the upset.

2/? ... and by the time we're ready to ride a ride, I can hear your tummy grumbling noisily. I ask if you're okay, and you insist, though you look a bit nauseous. We end up on the Tilt-A-Whirl, and afterwards, your stomach is louder than ever. I ask if you're hungry, if maybe that'll help your loud, bloated aching belly, and you say yes. More treats end up in your tummy, until its aching so bad you can barely stand...

A large chili-dog, a sub-par burger, and a churro have disappeared between both our guts and I’m currently polishing off the large choco-banana milkshake we ordered. Sure, you had most of the chili-dog and the burger was because you were still hungry—I’ve let you have the lion’s share of the solid foods. I meant to let you have most of the milkshake too, but you’ve been sneakily finding ways to have it end up in my hands and to my lips.

My stomach is comfortable right now. There’s a barely-there queasiness in it but it’s slight enough to be ignored. It’s quite noisy though, churning away as it tries to break down what’s gone into it. You’ve been rubbing my tummy as we’ve been walking for the last ten minutes or so and I’m sure your rubs are the only reason my stomach is comfortable right now. Without the rubs, a normal fast-food combo has been enough to give me a twisting ache in my gut, enough to get me to cry and dash off to a bathroom to be rid of the mess.

“Oh, hey! Let’s go on that!” You gesture to the roller-coaster we’ve arrived at. I’ve never been on one. “Oh…damn…no drinks allowed on it.”

I raise my eyebrow quizzically as I rattle the empty milkshake cup. You offer a sheepish smile and hold up a full cup of cola you’ve been clutching in your other hand. “Came with the burger. Could’ja help? My tummy’s gettin’ kinda full.” You place a hand on your slightly rounded tummy.

Sure, it’s only cola…but neither of us is in the habit of wasting food. Steeling my nerves, I grab the cola and begin to suck at the straw, taking it down in gulps and thanking the heavens that it’s small as far as beverage containers go.

You pat my grumbling tummy as I finish the cola, forcing a sharp belch to pass my lips. “You didn’t have to chug it, we could have come back.” You coo as you continue to pat and rub my tummy. I groan, realizing my stupidity. My stomach sloshes sickeningly and rumbles violently at the sudden addition.

“Nah. We’ve already done two laps around the grounds. If we’re going to ride anything now’s the time.” A part of me just wants this night to be over. That cola pushed the discomfort meter in my gut higher. There’s a tight pressure inside of me right now and I want to believe it’s just the carbonation from the cola.

We share a car in the roller coaster. I grip the bar. Do not throw up. Do not throw up. Do not throw up. Repeats like a mantra in my head. Just as the coaster starts rolling, you release the bar and put both hands on my gut. You knead into my tummy, forcing burps out as I grip the rail tightly for the both of us. We have seatbelts and all that…the bar is just there for an extra level of safety. You’re experienced, you know we won’t fall even if we aren’t white-knuckling it so you put your hands to a different use. Each loop and sharp turn of the coaster causes your grip on my tummy to tighten. A particularly sharp turn sends your entire form slamming against me and your elbow meets my stomach and has me feeling something wet surge up my esophagus but I fight it down. You’ve managed to get most of the gas out of my tummy before the big loop of the coaster, at which point you offer one last pat to my tummy and turn to face forward properly. My stomach churns as we slow and watch the looming loop seeming to creep up on us. As we crawl up the loop my own hands clutch my tummy and I begin to squeeze, short and small burps burble out of me. You raise an eyebrow but are more fixated on the coaster. I want the gas out. I don’t want the inversion to cause a burp to bring up something else when we’re completely upside-down.

As we climb out of the coaster all that is left in my gut is a dense mass of thick sludge swirling around in a lake of cola. Some of the milk from the shake most definitely curdled in the acid bath of the cola. I let out a few moans as I walk and my hands have not left my tummy since we got off. I cradle my churning gut as I make my way to a miraculously empty bench.

“Babe, you okay?” Concern colors your voice as you skip after me. I need a few minutes for my stomach to re-orient itself. I can feel the thick sludge swimming in my gut and it is not a pleasant feeling. The squeals and whines from my gut betray that it doesn’t like the sensations either.

You’ve disappeared and I’m too absorbed in the activity in my tummy to care. Bathroom break, maybe. I press into my tummy cautiously, wincing at the churning grumble that is pushed forth from it. I can’t help but groan under my breath. My stomach really sick. I feel like it’s a sack of vomit churning violently rather than a stomach at this point.

I hear the crinkle of paper and I open my eyes. Something crisp and golden is shoved into my face as though you are presenting me with a bouquet of flowers.

“Is that?” My eyes widen.

“Yup! A Bloomin’ Onion! I saw a stall selling ‘em while we were on the coaster.” You announce proudly as you plop yourself down next to me.

Eagerly, I reach to tear off a piece of the treat, my nauseous tummy forgotten.

“I thought you’d need something to settle your stomach and maybe absorb some of the mess in there.” You pat my noisily churning tummy. “A-also…you’ve always wanted to try this thing, right? ‘cuz you love onion rings.”

“Mmph.” I give you an affirmative grunt as my mouth is full of the treat. You giggle and tear off some for yourself.

Once the onion has disappeared between the two of us my stomach is feeling moderately better. I’ve eaten most of it. I’ll definitely come to regret putting something so oily down the hatch, but I take your hand and suggest more rides before it has time to bloom into a full-blown sickly ache. I’m resigned to it now. We’ve got precious few minutes before my stomach begins to literally belly-ache about what’s gone into it.

We arrive at your favorite, the Tilt-a-Whirl. Nothing will stop me from letting you enjoy this ride tonight. I hope my stomach gets the memo. As I hear the screams from the ride, I notice someone off to the side of it, hurling into a convenient trash bin. I grimace, willing that not to be me.

“Babe, you sure you’re up for this?” You’re worried. I take your hand as we get in the (thankfully) short line.

“Yeah. You love this ride. It’s fine.” My tummy grumbles deeply, sounding like a dying lawn mower or something.

You slide your hands around my waist, rubbing and patting at the upset vat that is my stomach. Your hands are magic. By the time we’re at the front of the line my stomach is still churning, and aching, but not as violently as it was before. There’s a very present ache in my guts but it’s just under the threshold between a full-blown stomach ache and something that could just be classified as discomfort.

The seatbelt is tight against my tummy and I have doubts, almost caving and telling the staff I’ve changed my mind and to let me off before the ride has even begun. As the cup spins the centrifugal force causes the belt to cut into my stomach jostling it every which way. I grow steadily more and more nauseous as the ride goes on. I don’t have your miracle hands on my tummy and that thought is enough to make me want to cry. Seeking some escapism, I let my mind wander as I try to focus on anything but the violent churning in my tummy. This ride has accomplished in thirty seconds what it took your hands thirty minutes to fix.

I imagine how this ride looks from above. It must look pretty cool—my thoughts are interrupted by a new one: how this ride looks from above is how my stomach feels right now. Uneven, unpredictable churning with little bits seeming to churn within the mess. Yeah, the inventor of this thing must have seen some cruel irony in fabricating a ride that was an external representation of what it was causing internally.

When the ride ends I practically stumble into you. You laugh, dizzy yourself, and we move together. I’m leaning on you, whimpering and clutching at my distressed tummy. I can feel it. I want to throw up. The vomit signals are very strong but it feels like one of the chunks of curdled whatever has blocked the path to my esophagus. My stomach convulses and I whine as it grumbles angrily.

Your hand comes to my tummy. “Aww…baby…you hungry? The most of a solid thing you’ve eaten today has been that onion. Maybe something more solid in your tummy will calm it down?”

I can no longer tell if you’re sticking to your kink-script or if you genuinely believe my sickly tummy is in need of some proper sustenance. My stomach feels too awful to care so I let you lead me by the hand wherever it is you want us to go.

I don’t protest when something is shoved into my hands. You tell me to eat and I mechanically bring it to my mouth and take bites. I don’t even know what it is you’re making me eat, but many different treats disappear into my tummy. I think there was a burrito of some sort at one point. At least two different churros have made an appearance too. A slice of pizza, dripping with grease, is definitely one of the items if the layer of grease floating in my gut is any indication.

“Ergh…ugh…” I curl, bringing my knees up and sandwiching my arms over my belly. You led me to a sort of hidden bench. We’re kind of behind one of the tents for some carnival game and there’s tree-coverage around us. You wanted some privacy while you fed me and I’m grateful for it because I’m certain my stomach is about to spill out of my mouth and I do not want an audience. Upset doesn’t even begin to cover how bad it feels. I feel like I’ve swallowed lava and the molten mass is burning away my digestive organs. The lingering ‘discomfort’ of an ache threatening to bloom finally explodes and I curl up tightly, the added pressure not doing any favors for my poor, achy tummy. “Ugh…urp…n-no more…please? Ugh…babe…it hurts. My tummy hurts so, so much…” My stomach protests just vocally as I do.

I end up flopping over onto my side on the bench, knees still curled up to press my arms into my sickly belly. You guide me to make sure my head is on your lap. You try to get me to uncurl, to grant you access to my tummy, but my limbs refuse to budge so you settle on rubbing my side and back.

“Aww…baby…maybe a walk would settle your tummy?” Your voice is sickly sweet and I groan as it goes straight to my stomach, feeling like I just guzzled another cola.

“Umph…nuh-uh—nope. Not gunna.” I curl up, my tears soaking into the fabric on your lap as I whimper a little. I try to bring up a burp, desperately trying to relieve some of the pressure in my gut. Nothing comes up. I know there’s some in there—there has to be—but each time I clench my abdomen it feels like there’s something sickly blocking the path of the gas. If I were to really push it I could maybe clear the blockage…but I’d almost definitely end up vomiting all over your lap.

“Babe…how about that walk?” You suggest again and this time I glare at you from your lap. I glare at you and uncurl just a little. You can see the pain lancing through my eyes for a split second. I watch as your gaze travels to my gut and then I jab at it with a hand. I bite back the groan of pain so that you can hear the resulting rumble. The turbulent sounds from the jab continue for a few moments even as I curl up again.

“A walk? You kiddin’ me? My tummy hurts, babe. Hurt doesn’t even begin to cover it. I can’t even stand up straight ‘cuz my tummy is imploding; and you want me to walk?!”

I’m being curt with you. I know I am and I regret it even as the words spill from my mouth. It’s the stomach ache. I haven’t had such a nasty one in a very long time.

3/3 I feel terribly you're not feeling so well, and offer to help you to the car. You lean on me heavily, and I rub your aching belly as we make our way back to the car. I have to help you in, and the seatbelt barely fits over your round tummy. I rub it as we drive home, and carry you into our house where I'll nurse your tummy back to health... or maybe give you more snacks ;)

“Oh, baby…I’m sorry.” You’re genuinely sorry and that makes me feel even worse about snapping at you. I pull a hand out from its position on my tummy, reaching over to brush against your face, to apologize in some way.

A sharp cramp shoots through my unhappy tummy and I let out an exclamation of pain. It felt like I got punched, from the inside. I whimper and close my eyes, breaths labored as I clutch at my tummy again. My stomach convulses violently and you can tell that I’m trying very hard both to vomit and to keep it in me. The struggle exhausts me and it breaks your heart to see it go down.

The fit dies down after a while and I eventually lie still on your lap. My stomach continues to churn within me and you can hear the sickly burbling. You’ve taken to carding a hand through my hair and using your other hand to rub at whatever you can reach—arm, side, back. The shooting cramps die down somewhat and I manage to uncurl. I find your hand and guide it to my stomach and you rub it gently. I’m still biting back grunts with each breath but you can tell that your massage is slowly doing something for my sickly tummy.

“Do you think you can get to the car? I think we’re done here.”

I whimper, shaking my head and guiding your hand back to my tummy. “Not yet. Ugh…please?” I look at you, silently begging for more rubs. “If I get up now I’m gonna hurl.” You continue rubbing my tummy and we continue in our positions for a while.

My stomach is fairly distended. I usually don’t eat much in a single day and you managed to cram a whole lot of stuff I usually wouldn’t touch into me today. Sugar, fried foods, salt, milkshakes. This is stuff I only allow myself to indulge in a couple of times a year…and only one at a time, usually. Like…before meeting you I was the type to see a can of cola as a treat. That was my dessert quota for the day or week. After we got together the occasional scoop of ice-cream became another dessert option—but always only one scoop. This is our first time at the fair as a couple and you really let me have it. You gave me the ‘full’ experience in more ways than one and my tummy is suffering for it.

“Urp…ugh…nachos? When did I eat nachos?” You laugh at my observation, a sign that I’m doing a bit better.

“I think it was between the second burrito and the banana split.” You inform me as I sit up.

“Second? Banana…split?” I’m surprised. I know I was out of it when you were feeding me, too caught up in the agony swirling in my tummy, but I didn’t think I was that out of it. “Wait…when was the pizza?” You laugh at my dumbfounded expression.

“I only gave you a few bites of the banana split ‘cuz I wanted it…and ‘cuz it looked like you were going to be sick at that point. You ate a whole slice of that pizza before the ice-cream.” My stomach burbles as it’s reminded and I put a hand on it.

“I don’t think that qualified as pizza. It feels like it was grease with a side of dough and cheese.” I groan, patting my tummy gently and rubbing up and down slightly. I still feel sick but the crippling ache has subsided…for now.

I take your hand and get up off the bench. You’re up immediately and drag one of my arms over to rest around your shoulders. We stumble our way toward the exit with your hands resting on my waist. My other hand on my belly is more to support the extra weight while yours provide some much-needed rubs. It’s a team effort to get to the car in my state.

You help me into the passenger seat as I moan. The cramps are building in intensity. You fasten my seatbelt and I almost push you off when you put too much pressure leaning over me to get the thing buckled. Now that I am sitting up my belly is really prominently distended. As you back up I immediately recline the seat, giving my belly some much needed room.

“Do not throw up in the car.” You admonish.

“Urgh…urp…ulp…ugh…no promises.” I whimper. You close the door and the impact jostles my belly. I clutch at it with a groan, swallowing back something thick and wet.

It’s a long drive back home. I’m reclined as far as the seat will go. You have one hand on the wheel and the other rubbing absentmindedly over the crest of my tummy when it’s not needed to steer or shift gears or whatever.

A part of you feels horrible for what we have done tonight. While both of us are into tummies, this is the first time we’ve ever done something like this. We’ve done some minor stuffings before. We’ve done other things in the realm of tummy kink before. This is a first where you stuffed me with foods that would normally cause me great distress all on their own and you decided to cram them all into me in the span of six hours.

I’m lost to the pain as we pull up to our place. I’m in the same incoherent state I was in when you fed me all those things I didn’t register. Gently, you unbuckle the seatbelt, guiding it home so that it doesn’t have a chance to upset my belly further. I groan and nearly lose my gorge as you slide your arms under my back and my knees and lift me out of the car with a massive heave.

The vertigo goes right to my tummy and I’m a groaning mess as you whisper reassurances at me. We’re almost home. Don’t throw up on you. Etc.

You set me on the couch. The bedroom is too far a walk and you don’t want to risk dropping me. The extra weight of all that indigestion is more than you anticipated.

I can’t move. My tummy is pinning me down and the threat of vomiting is extreme. I feel like a thermometer or something with the sludge going up and down my esophagus.

You set a bin within reach of me before disappearing to the kitchen. I whimper, wishing I could call out. I need your hands on my belly. I feel so sick.

I hear clattering in the kitchen. The tell-tale signs of something being microwaved. I hope it’s a heat pack or something even if the added pressure of it is sure to make me vomit. You return with a plate of pizza bites and my stomach pulls a move where it feels like it’s trying to drop out of me and run. I can’t move. I’m too full, too sick, and in too much pain. I only hope you have a night of rubs planned and that you’ve got a hair-tie somewhere ‘cuz there is no way this night ends without me throwing up.

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Meet me,

Namira Maziyar.

Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo! Warm reception to those of you who have come to Namira's blog. Firstly first, let me introduce myself. I go by the name Namira Maziyar. You may refer to me with Amy, Nami, Mimi, Mira, Rara for short—(other nicknames are welcomed as long as it is still related to my name and does not have bad meaning). My preferred pronouns are She/Her, already at my legal age (twenty-three in Korea!) and coming up with Leo (the good one ♡) as my horoscope. Goes by ENFP as the result of my MBTI. My TOP 2 love language is Word of Affirmation and Quality Time (just in case it's needed).

I'm the one who is noisy and talkative. I'm good at starting a conversation, also approaching people first. If I get a good response, I can say, I'm good at finding topics (so, it's basically depends on you too, because sometimes I can't handle convo-killer). I'm a sensitive person, I can feel the mood swings from how you respond. So, if there's something that doesn't make you feel good, just tell me. Even though I'm not a good listener or a good adviser, I can understand people's feeling very well. Many people say I'm good at comforting people. If you need someone to talk to, I'm ready to listen to all your stories! Just knock-knock my roomchat, ya (don't feel averse ^_^).

Get to know Namira's interests!

What am I into? Actually, I'm into so many things. Recently into watching k-drama, anime, and reading some books. A cluster of stars, the moon, the sun, and theory about the world of outer space! 🚀💭 *giggle*

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Music taste? I was the type who could listen any kind of music. If I thought the music was good and pleasing my ears, then I'd either likes it or I put it in my playlist. But I'm a casual listener of Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey, Nadin Amizah, Reality Club, Novo Amor, Bruno Major, The 1975, Arctic Monkeys, and many more.

Top 5 Spotify Playlist:

Anything You Want – Reality Club

Summertime Sadness – Lana Del Rey

Labyrinth – Taylor Swift

Mendarah – Nadin Amizah

5AM Empanada with You – Bubble Tea and Cigarettes

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Watchlist? I enjoying myself watching some cartoon, k-drama, c-drama, anime, movies, series with romance, fantasy, mystery, thriller, horror as my favorite genres.

FAVS: {♡}

Our Beloved Summer (k-drama) on Netflix

Bridgerton (series) on Netflix

Horimiya (anime) on Netflix

Sweet Teeth (c-drama) on IQIYI

Kiki's Delivery Service (movie) on Netflix

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Kim Chaewon (김채원), also known mononymously as Chaewon. She's the leader in a South Korean girl group named LE SSERAFIM under the auspices of Source Music. Born on August 1, 2000. Her English name is Anna Kim. She was a former trainee of Woolim Entertainment and participated in 'Produce 48' and she ranked 10th at 'Produce 48' finale, then debut as a member of IZ*ONE. Her MBTI used to be ISFP but now it has changed to ISTP. She likes mint-choco ice cream and doesn't drink coffee. A calm person but she's everyone's sunshine!

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<☆> You can break the mutual if any time if you found me too loud or (maybe) annoying for you.

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[fluffshisuga]

Coffee (Tsukishima X reader)

Warnings; none

Word count: 1402

Time it took: i tried posting this last night, but had to redo it today on my computer so this took about a day and a few hours.

As the final bell rang to signal the end of school, you sprinted off through the halls. Making your way through the croud of teens, you ran towards the courtyard. You wanted to spend time with your friend Tsukishima, a tall blonde who seemed very rude and snarky. To your classmates, thats exactly what he was, but to you, he was sweet and caring andliked to talk about random things. You remember one time going to his house for dinner, and listened as his brother told embarrassing stories about him and then going to his room and seeing his collection of dinosaurs and how neat his room was. You remember going outside to play vollyball with him, enjoying the time you spent with him. Now, you wanted to go somewhere with him.

The air was getting cooler as fall set in, and the afternoon breeze sent chills through everyone who was unprepared. The sun had begun to set in the west, its rays cascading across the ground and enlarging shadows of people walking. The weather was perfect for a nice warm drink. You wanted to go to a coffee shop and get some coffee with Tsukishima, especially since he never had time to hang out due to vollyball. There was no practice today though, and as your legs carried you away, you found Tsukishima walking towards the gate.

"Tsukki!"you yelled, running faster to catch up to the tall boy. He had stopped walking and turned around towards your direction. You smiled as you ran, getting closer to your friend. Just a few feet away from him, you tried to slow down. No luck. You rammed into Tsukishima and fell onto your bottom, your bag spilling a few of its contents. Tsukishima was perfectly fine, and stood over you with a small smirk on his face. Breathing heavily, you looked up at him. "I could have died! Why did i fall and you didnt?" Tsukishima let out a soft chuckle, bending down to help you pick up the items that had fallen out of your bag. Once everything was back, Tsukishima helped you back up. "What did you want anyway?" He asked, quirking his eyebrow.

You were still trying to catch your breath, and continued to breath heavily for a few seconds before answering. "I wanted to know if you wanted to get coffee, i brought money with me this time!" You shouted, showing him the money you had in your pocket. From the many times you had gone somewhere with Tsukishima, you had always forgotten your money, and he always had to pay for you. He always told you not to worry about it, but to remember money next time. So you did.

"Please? I want to try some of their new coffee!" you pleaded, staring up at Tsukishima like a puppy. His face was neutral for a few moments, before relaxing into a small smile as he nodded. You bounced around with joy and started walking with Tsukishima towards the coffee shop. The sun was setting faster now that colder weather had shown up, and you shadows grew larger with each minute. The breeze was starting to pick up as well, causing you to shiver slightly each time it blew by. You started to walk closer to Tsukishima, trying to absorb some of the warmth he was radiating off. Tsukishima seemed to notice in time, and had finally had enough with your shivering.

Stopping in his tracks, he pulled his bag over to his front and started rummaging through it. After a few moments, he drew out a long blue scarf, the one he always wore when it was cold. Looking towards you, he said "come here." Walking slowly back towards the tall boy, you stood in front of him. He wrapped the blue scarf around your neck, not making it too tight but not too loose either. The scarf was warm, and had the slight hint of strawberries mixed into it. You had never realized just how warm this scarf was until he had put it around you, and immeadiatly you felt warm. Your cheeks had flushed lightly, and you stood in place for a few moments as Tsukishima started walking away. When he noticed that you were no longer following him, he turned around again and walked back to you. Taking your hand, he pulled you along as you continued to walk towards the nearby coffee shop.

When you made it there, you found a small table to sit at and a waitress came by to take down your orders. You had ordered a cup of White Chocolate Mocha, while Tsukishima ordered a cup of Affogato. You had waited a few minutes for your drinks, chatting about random things that came to mind. When your drinks came around, you happily started to take sips while still talking. You had looked at Tsukishimas cup multiple times, trying to figure out just what he ordered. It was one of the newest coffee blends, served with a spoon. You had wondered why a spoon came with, mainly because you didnt really read up on what it was.

Tsukishima looked at you with a raised eyebrow, watching as you eyed his cup closely. "Would you like a taste?" he asked, moving his cup into your direction. Your cheeks flushed as you realized that he saw you eyeing his cup. Stuttering, you replied "i mean- i just didnt know what it was." He smirked at your defence, moving to cup closer to you. "Then try it," and he set the cup in front of you as he grabbed your cup as well.

Slowly, you picked up his cup and took a small sip. Flavor immediately rushed into your mouth. Chilly vanilla gelato hit you, and was followed by the slight bitter taste of espresso. There was also a small hint of chocolate, little flakes hidden inside the cup. You smiled, placing the cup back down. Tsukishima had also tasted your coffee, and had a light smirk on his face as well. "Its good!" You exclaimed, handing him his cup. He handed your cup back as well, and took a sip of his own. Your cheeks flushed again when you realized that you had shared cups, but took a sip of your own drink as well. Your mouth filled with the sweet taste of white chocolate, splashes of coffee and milk were also present and in a nice blend. The taste of whipped cream and nutmeg had also filled your mouth as you sipped the top of the drink where they floated. The two of you continued to drink your coffee and talk for a while, finally finishing your cups.

You walked down the street, hand in hand. As you started out the door Tsukishima had grabbed your hand, and you continued to walk. The street lights had turned on, the final rays of the sun disappearing behind the horizon. The air was chilly still, but the warmth in your hand and the scarf was enough to keep you from shivering. It took almost no time as you made it to the neighborhood you called home, and had slowly started to walk towards your house. Lights illuminated through windows of houses, the sound of leaves rustling and the crunch they made when stepped on the only noise in the area. It was relaxing, and you never realized how long you had walked until you found yourselves at your door. Turning around, you thanked him, "Thank you so much Tsukki! I had a blast!" You started to remove the scarf from your neck, but were stopped by Tsukishima's hands on your own.

"Keep it for a little bit, you might get cold again," he explained. Your eyes widened and you grasped his hand between your own. "Thank you!" you yelped, a huge smile on your lips. A light blush spread to Tsukishima's cheeks, and he placed his free hand behind his neck. "Dont mention it."

When you finally let go of his hand, the smile on your face never left, and the blush on your cheeks grew pinker at the contact. "Maybe we should do it again!" You said excitedly. Tsukishima smiled. "Sure, but let's get food with it next time." Your smile grew and you cheered happily. You jumped up to hug him, "perfect!" He wrapped his arms around you as well, whispering "Its a date then."

Coffee talk

White Chocolate Mocha recipe found here

Affogato recipe found here

Both recipes can be made from your home!

Note, vanilla gelato is also known as Vanilla ice cream!

Thank you for reading, i have other works as well if you wish to view them, and I'd appreciate any feedback/request.

Also kinda made it for @bb-noya because she loves coffee and i did research on different types of coffee for this. Ily!

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Tagged by @twelvemonkeyswere and @samirant. I'm putting off adult responsibilities yet again so sign me up!

What is the color of your hairbrush?

I have a plain black one, and a bright yellow one my son bought me at Christmas.

Name a food you never eat.

Fish. None of em. And people always say "Oh but have you tried..." and the answer is yes. I've tried it, most likely. Saltwater fish, freshwater fish, grilled, baked, fried, stuffed. I don't like it. I will catch it, clean it,and cook it, but I don't want it.

Are you typically too hot or too cold?

Hot. I am so hot natured I keep blankets and jackets on hand for when my mom and sister visit because they freeze.

What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Watching the last part of Ender's Game with my kids. They had never seen it, and were losing their damn minds.

What's your favorite candy bar?

I'm not really a candy bar person, but I guess maybe a Kit Kat? Is that really a candy bar? I'm unsure.

Have you ever been to a professional sports game?

I have. I love going to games. I really miss sports. Like a lot. A LOT.

What was the last thing you said out loud?

In the spirit of honesty it was "His entire fucking face just annoys me."

What is your favorite ice cream?

My Uncle Vernon's homemade peach ice cream. It tastes like summertime and childhood and love.

What was the last thing you had to drink?

A sip of my husband's rum and Coke. He drinks Captain Morgan Black, and wanted to prove it didn't taste like spiced rum. He is correct. It honestly tastes like vanilla Coke.

Do you like your wallet?

I guess so. It is an arty, swirly thing my sister gave me.

What was the last thing you ate?

Zuppa Toscana and ciabatta bread.

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

I bought belly buddy 2.0 an outfit for part of her birthday gift if that counts.

What's the last sporting event you watched?

I rewatched the Rose Bowl game between Oklahoma and Georgia just because I was desperate. That game landed me in the ER after my BP spiked when we blocked their field goal attempt in the 2nd overtime, and left me with a migraine I couldnt shake. It was worth every penny.

What's your favorite popcorn flavor?

Just butter and salt, I guess. I mainly like popcorn at the movies.

Who is the last person you sent a text message to?

My Mama to see if she needed anything.

Ever go camping?

More times than I could possibly count.

Do you take vitamins?

No. But I get bloodwork done and my levels are excellent.

Do you go to church every Sunday?

No.

Do you have a tan?

Not overly much at the moment, but give it a few weeks. I am naturally olive skinned (but like a light olive) and tan very quickly.

Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

Probably pizza. It is a comfort food.

Do you drink your soda through a straw?

If my almost 10 year old ever sees me with a straw he will be so ashamed so I try to avoid them.

What color socks do you usually wear?

None. I tend to be in flip flops or sandals. When I do wear shoes or boots, I usually wear smart ass socks. Exhibit A:

Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

According to my driving report...yes, very often.

What terrifies you?

On a deep level, losing someone else I love, especially one of my kids or my husband.

On a shallow level, I am such a punk bitch with really deep water. There are fish the size of my car. Bigger. That's creepy.

Look to your left. What do you see?

My shirtless husband reading a book with his stupid beard and reading glasses and tattooed arms.

What chore do you hate the most?

Folding laundry. I love cooking, my husband and sons clean bathrooms, and I dance while I mop. But fuck folding clothes.

What do you think when you hear an Australian accent?

The Thornbirds. I may have read that and watched it at too young an age. It left an impression.

What's your favorite soda?

Dr. Pepper, I guess.

Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru?

Drive-thru pretty much always.

What's your favorite number?

I don't have one, but my least favorite is 12.

Who's the last person you talked to?

My 8 year old. He asked me if I'd rather be able to fly or to breathe underwater. He designed them after two of my biggest fears, the sadist.

Favorite cut of beef?

Like in butcher terms? I guess the sirloin. But I like tbone steaks the most. I think.

Last song you listened to?

Ain't Too Proud To Beg by The Temptations. It came on while I was showering. It was quite the concert.

Last book you read?

The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I'm doing a 2 person bookclub with my nephew.

Favorite day of the week?

Friday.

Can you say the alphabet backwards?

I sure can.

How do you like your coffee?

Literally half a cup with the other half being either heavy cream or half and half. Then an assload of sugar. I want it super light and sweet.

Favorite pair of shoes?

I hate shoes. I wear them out of necessity.

Time you normally get up?

It varies from 5:30 to 9:45.

Sunrises or sunsets?

Sunsets. Sunrises come so early.

How many blankets are on your bed?

One.

Describe your kitchen plates.

They're big and green, with a slight upward curve.

Describe your kitchen at this moment?

Dishes in the dishwasher. Pan of brownies on the counter. There's a loud kid at the table, eating cheese dip. Another one is sitting on the floor in boxer briefs, doing an occasional booty dance.

Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?

It is summer so I like ice cold beer at the moment. In my bar days, I liked CPRs.

Do you play cards?

My kids have become obsessed with card games during quarantine so now I'm forced to play blackjack, 5 card draw, Texas Hold Em, and War.

What color is your car?

Black.

Do you know how to change a tire?

I wasn't allowed to get my license until I could do that and a handful of other things to a car. My dad was super laid back about a lot, but not that.

Your favorite state?

I like every state I've been too so far other than a big chunk of Florida and Missouri. And to be fair I only hated driving through Missouri.

Favorite job you've had?

It wasn't a job, but my internship at an elementary school was amazing. I also like my bullshit clerk job I had where I met my husband but that's because it was super easy, paid decent for what I needed at the time, and the hot older supervisor (not mine) let me shamelessly flirt with him.

How did you get your biggest scar?

I guess my csection scar is technically my biggest, and I got it by having 5 babies harvested out of me.

My biggest noticeable one is on the back of my forearm. I had a drunk woman put a cigarette out on me many years ago. The night did not end well for either of us.

Whew. That was a lot, but they were fun questions! Most of the people I would have tagged have already been tagged so if you have been, consider yourself tagged again. And if you haven't, consider yourself tagged if you want!