#I tolerate vanilla flavor

[hearthtrob]

If i would come to your house in the middle of the night to bring you a freshly baked cake, what cake would you wish for it to be?

red velvet yummmm

[zph]

mixed with love and sweet vanilla. | scaramouche x gn!reader

in which scaramouche tries out a new chapstick, and he wants you to test it out. kissing ensues.

notes: lots of kissing, short&sweet (literally), established relationship, very indulgent, fluff

tag: @kabupilled

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“Could this-?” Scaramouche grumbles, his face trapped between your palms. “Could you have waited for me to actually sit down before you started being weird?”

A swift kiss to his nose cuts him off. “Do you want me to stop?” You already know the answer but you patiently wait for his response.

He narrows his eyes at you, blinks then suddenly pulls you down with him, and onto the couch where the plush pillows soften your fall. He snickers at the yelp that escapes your lips.

Down below, you were at a full view of his sly grin and that shiny tint that decorates his lips. You followed the way his mouth moved, the warm red faintly shining just enough to spark your curiosity.  “I said wait. Not stop.” He snickered.

You merely rolled your eyes, then tugged him closer to where you sat, until his legs wrapped around your hips, and your hands locked behind his back.

From here, a quick smell of a sweet fragrance wafts into your nose, the scent only compelling you for another kiss. You look up, expecting him to find amusement in how you hover over his face; but instead, he greets you with an expectant look, eyebrow furrowed with a note of impatience.

So, this was his plan all along.

And so, with one gaze and one tilt of his head, you drive in to gingerly press your lips against his, gentle and slow, just to bask in the feeling and taste.

Is that…

Moving away, you immediately went to gauge the flavor on your tongue. Vanilla. His lips were sweet like vanilla. “…Is this one new? I swear you never wore it before.”

You feel how he rubbed his thumb up and down the column of your neck before he angled his head so his lips drew nearer and nearer until…

“Ha, you are imagining things.” He whispers.

But this time, Scaramouche closes the distance, no longer tolerating the separation. “Just too obsessed.” He says, but you feel the corner of his lips rise as the rumble from your chest lets out fits of laughter in response.

Did he really wear this just so you could have an excuse to kiss him?

“Do you have more of that chapstick?” your voice comes out breathless, and his hand begins to trace from your nape to jawline.

Then he taps once. Yes.

“Is it in your bag?”

…Another tap, more hesitant this time. Yes.

So, you pull away, ignoring the whine that escapes his lips, and poke around his bag for the stick.

One beat, then two until your hand finally lands on the item; the smooth contours of the stick feel familiar in your palm and you quickly discard the top with a squeeze.

Then when your gaze finally shifts back to him, you find him regarding you with a deepening frown and hard stare, as if you personally offended him somehow.

“Are you done?” he says flatly, tugging at the fabric of your shirt.

With a chuckle, you beckon him closer by the waist—the latter which begrudgingly complied—and rested your hand on his shoulder, angling the chapstick to his lower lip and shutting him up with a soft grip on his jaw.

Sweet is the word you’d describe when you notice how he subtly melts in your arms: the slight blush on his cheeks —not too visible but just enough where it paints on his skin with a fine coating, and the glint in his eyes as he roams around your face, mouth agape and peering up through his long lashes.

And the worst part? He just watches.

He watches as you move about, deliberately slowing down to spread the formula evenly. The way his hand now found home on your back, his fingers ghosting up and down your spine. Or the way his throat bobs when you adjust your position, stealing glances down at your lips each time you lean back.

Sweet is the taste when you couldn’t help but sneak another kiss as you watch the flutter of his eyelashes shut close without hesitation. The proximity between your faces and the way he follows your mouth even after you pull away: a sugary indulgence.

In contrast to the bitter palate he normally prefers, it was here in this moment where the sweetness rang out into soft giggles and slow touches— into love as sweet as his lips.

One tap. And your finger gently smudges the creamy red tint on his lower lip, matching the one that paints his eyes.

Another tap and he is once again pressing your bodies closer until his smile is rightfully back on yours, both sharing the taste mixed with love and sweet vanilla.

[itstimetojellyfish]

Fanning the flames of affection (Jiaoqiu x reader)

Angst/Fluff/Smut. This is gonna be a long one so please don’t complain if you lose track of time reading this.

this is my first smut post so yeah.

Btw , you can request a male version of the smut if you’d like .

MDNI

Contains: Oral(Fem!reader receiving) , penetration, basically pretty vanilla , tail stroking , tail cuddling , tail humping .

It’s too fucking spicy .

When you first came to the Xianzhou Yaoqing , you heard of the amazing Jiaoqiu , known for his extraordinary culinary and medical skills . The praises of him were practically as high as the stars above!

So , your first mission was to find his restaurant and beg him for some of his special noodles , seeing that everyone praised the wonderful and magnificent flavors it had and how healthy it was .

You wandered along the streets of the Yaoqing , talking to many of the locals questioning them where the famous Jiaoqiu was so you could eat his wonderful food .

They just chuckled and said he’s a stall vendor and that you should prepare your spice tolerance , you have a pretty good one since you grew up on the Luofu so you have nothing to worry about!

Or so you thought.

You were always a foodie , picky on how you wanted the dishes to be made and how they were supposed to be cooked , this was mainly because your taste buds were particularly sensitive .

One time your mother just handed you grilled fish and you almost cried because of how bland the flavor was compared to the other dishes your mother made for you .

You never considered the fact that she was getting tired of you and was actually leaning towards the option of putting tapeworms in your food…

But anyways !

You walked along the streets and when it became dark you would go to a nearby inn and rest there for the night .

Soon , after a whole 2 weeks of dutifully tracking down the pink-haired foxian , you finally found the stall that he lead and plopped your butt down and ordered some of the famous noodles.

He smiled at you sweetly , but it had an undertone of something dangerous that wasn’t exactly something you feared but was a bit concerning to the point you checked your food for poison and tapeworms.

You looked over them before taking a tentative sip of the broth and then devouring the noodles immediately, you couldn’t help it! But then you felt something was wrong .

Now , you did say that you had a pretty good spice tolerance, but the people failed to mention and describe how fucking spicy the food he created was .

Not even two minutes in the spice started burning your throat like a thousand wasps stinging the tender flesh of your throat and you realized that your lips and tongue were starting to go numb .

You forgot how sensitive your taste buds were after countless mornings of eating bland porridge….

The pink - haired foxian just stared at you with a cunning smile as he watched you wheeze for your life before narrowing his eyes and realizing something was terribly wrong .

He rushed over to the refrigerator and pulled out a chilled bottle of puffer goat milk before running to your side and prying your jaw open , noticing the tears streaming down your cheeks .

He coaxed your throat to relax by petting your throat where the windpipe would be and then poured the thick , sweet creamy milk down your throat.

He capped the bottle before bending over the counter and brought out a bag of ice before taking the scooper and placing a few ice cubes on your tongue and rubbing your back.

After a few minutes , your coughing fit eased and you opened your eyes a crack to see the Foxian gently pet your cheek before asking ,” Are you alright?”

You took a deep breath before telling him ,” Yeah… I’m okay now, if you’re wondering why I had such a strong reaction that was because I have some pretty sensitive taste buds.. but your food is really good!”

He eyes you up and down , his tail swaying side to side and then gently laying itself on your thigh .” That’s good to hear , thank you”

You looked at his fluffy pink tail resting itself on your leg before looking back up and the male towering over you and smiling .” You’re welcome!”

While you did find the tail on your thigh a little bit affectionate, you just thought of it as some resting time for it since it always has to rely on the foxian’s spine . You wonder whether or not it painful for their spinal cord.

You didn’t know that this was a sign of interest in you .

Then something stared to cramp in your stomach…. Did you not get rid of all the tapeworms yet?…

You quickly placed a hand in your stomach as you closed your eyes, resisting the urge to cling onto Jiaoqiu’s fluffy tail for dear life as your stomach started cramping really bad.

In the mist of pain , you could vaguely feel someone’s arms gently wrap around your shoulders and underneath your knees and lift you up into the air .

Soon you were being carried around the ship in Jiaoqiu’s arms as he rushed to his house for some herbs to treat your condition .

Soon , soft buttery linens caressed your form as you felt a warm sturdy hand rub your stomach gently as a cold sharp object cut through your flesh and a pair of tweezers gently picks through your fragile flesh and takes out things one by one.

Soon , something pierces your skin again as it sews your flesh closed again and a large warm hand rubs your stomach and pets your head as you soon begin to fall asleep.

———————🪼✨

The warm sunlight pierces your eyes as you groggily get up and rub your face as you attempt to recall last night.

As you sit up in bed , a warm hand gently pets your naked back and rubs your spine gently as you feel something soft and warm curl around your waist and rub against the flesh .

You tense up before looking down and seeing a pale pink tail rubbing against you , you immediately turn pink as you whip your head around and see the Foxian drape a soft white robe around you while giving you that signature smile.

He fully clothed behind you and you look down noticing the stitches in your stomach , his tail avoiding the spot .

You’re stunned speechless as he picks up a spoon from the table next to you and dips it into some sort of pale white pudding and then holding the spoon to your mouth .

���Open up ,” Jiaoqiu says as he gently parts your lips with the spoon , waiting for you to open your jaw and allow the somehow healthy gelatinous dessert into your mouth.

You chew for a bit , relishing the cool sensation of the pudding in your tongue as his eyes soften and his hands place the spoon down after you’re done eating .

He gives you some of his shirts , quite large actually , and then heads off to the living room proclaiming,” Take it easy for today , if you need me just yell , you wouldn’t want your stitches coming loose would you?”

You look down as he leaves and then realize, he’s the one who helped you when your cramps got bad.

Soon you end up somehow changing into the clothes he gave you and shakily walk your way into the living room where he’s lounging at looking at a recipe book.

He smiles at you and invites you over , and so , this is the start of your domestic life together for the next two weeks .

~~~~~~~~~~🪼

It’s been quite awhile since you’ve been living together , he’s helped you a lot since your flesh has yet to heal and adjust, while he has taken out the stitches , your nerves still need to mend together .

You can’t move much because of that so when you need something , Jiaoqiu either gets the item for you , or he carries you .

During this time , you’ve gotten to know each other better , like how high his spice tolerance is , and he’s learned about your preferences.

Also , you’ve noticed he has favored you quite often these past few weeks .

You don’t like this pepper? Never seen in his kitchen again .

The mint is too much for you ? Thrown out the window immediately.

Too spicy? Immediately lowered while other customers still complain .

There’s also another reason, foxian ears and tails are very sensitive , and they don’t just let anyone touch it , but bring the ill-informed person you are , you ask to pet them .

He stares at you before chuckling and tilts his head towards you and sways his tail , allowing you to touch them to your heart’s content.

Now , you only realized this when you went to the library for some new recipe books ,Your wound has gotten better so Jiaoqiu allowed you to go out , when you were searching the shelves you stumbled upon an open book about Foxian customs .

Next thing you know you rush out of the library with two recipe books underneath your arm and as red as a tomato .

When you get home you quickly plop the books on the kitchen counter for Jiaoqiu to read after he’s done cooking for others .

After a few hours he’s back from work and has started to cook some stir fry for you , the spices overflowing the room with their scent .

You aren’t gonna lie , the man is extremely handsome and you wouldn’t mind if he had his way with you , but you aren’t sure if he felt the same way .

He’s been quite the lovely guy and he’s been very hospitable, so you suppose it wouldn’t hurt to give in and indulge in your fantasies…

Right?

You were brought out of your thoughts when the man you’ve been thinking of walked over to you and gently lifted your chin ,” A credit for your thoughts? I haven’t gotten the name of the woman who I’ll be working with “

You stare at him before asking ,” Wait… working with? “

As soon as those words came out of his mouth, you flushed red to the point you would’ve looked like an actual tomato . You didn’t think you could’ve gotten any redder .

You didn’t know he was courting you all this time!

Before you know it he has you pinned to a wall and is caressing your cheek ,” Oh Y/N …. My sweet darling … have you finally noticed my affections for you ?”

You look away before nodding slightly , making a wide smirk appear on his face , a chuckle escaping his lips .

“ It’s about time .” A soft tail curled loosely around your ankle and he gently tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

You stare at him for a few seconds before pressing your lips together and saying ,” Oh fuck it….”

He smiles at you before tugging at the hem of the shirt he let you borrow and asking ,” So you’re consenting to this?”

You nod your head before tipping his head towards you and pressing your lips to his frantically , wishing for more even though you don’t know how to get it .

You’re a bit inexperienced so you’re hoping he knows what to do …. However you do know the basics of what happens .

He gently swipes his tongue along the seam of your lips as he kisses you back with just as much force you put in , asking for your permission.

You gladly part your lips allowing him entry as he immediately thrusts his tongue into you mouth and starts to explore your mouth , caressing your tongue with his .

Mean while , his hands are busying unbuttoning your shirt while yours are clinging onto his shoulders for dear life while he ravishes your mouth .

A burning warmth is pooling in your stomach as he finally undoes the last button and starts to fondle your waist , one hand creeping up to your bra to unclasp it while the other continues to grasp at your flesh .

He pulls away from your mouth and narrows his eyes as he struggles to unclasp your bra , pouting slightly .

You giggle before reaching back and help him take your bra off , handing it to him after it’s been unclasped .

He looks at the lacy white material before throwing it to some unknown corner and lifting you up and starts walking towards the bedroom kissing you fervently while you tangle your fingers into his soft pink hair .

He gently puts you down into the bed and sits down with you , immediately fondling your breasts and pinching your cute nipples until they turn stiff , making you moan .

As he continues that his mouth is sucking your supple skin and he’s straddling your thigh and grinding his crotch against it , making you soak your panties at the scene in front of you .

He trails a line of kisses down to your midsection as his hand creeps lower and pulls down your shorts slightly to fondle your womanhood , making you squeal .

“ Hey!…” You gently pushed his hand away before curling in and flopping onto the bed .

Jiaoqiu stares at you before smiling and asks ,” Too fast my darling girl?“

You blush before nodding , before you can say anything , he gently brushes his pink tail against the fabric of your panties and the tip of it teasingly pulls on the fabric before resting against it .

He leans forward and then kisses you passionately before telling you ,” I can take it slow if you’d like…”

Before you can respond he rubs his tail against you and before you know it , your straddling his tail and humping against it as both of you moan out loud.

Your hands are tangled in the soft fur of his tail as he marks your collarbone and neck all over , your slick leaking through your panties and soaking his tail a bit.

You whine as he starts fondling your chest and whimper out ,” Jiaoqiu…. I’m close…”

He chuckles before kissing the nape of your neck and says ,” Don’t worry…. Let go , I’ll get my reward later …”

As soon as he said that , the glass broke as you came , drenching the middle of his tail with translucent liquid, slicking it up while you kept grinding against it .

After your pleasure high, you slump onto him and take deep breaths as his hand pets your back.

While you’re in a daze, you don’t realize that Jiaoqiu has lowered himself to your crotch and has pulled off your panties , you only do realize when you feel cool air against your wet folds .

You push your upper body up immediately only to find the one bedding you face to face with your fold looking like he’s ready to devour them.

“ Hey… what are you doing?…” You reach for his head but before you can pull him off , he blows warm air on your cunt and his tongue peeks out of his mouth and licks a warm, wet stripe against it while pushing your legs apart so he can get better access .

Soon you’re writhing around as Jiaoqiu thrusts his tongue into your sweet ,tight ,and warm hole as you complain ,” Jiaoqiu! It’s dirty down there! Don’t lick it- Oh!!”

Your hands tangle in his hair as you moan out loud , brushing against his long ears , making him moan against your cunt sending pleasurable vibrations against your cunt.

Your feet kick out as he starts sucking on your clit , you don’t realize he’s picked through the drawers to find some lube until you feel a cool , wet finger gently part your folds and find your small little hole and gently prod at it .

You flinch a bit and he asks , “ Is this okay with you?” His amber eyes pierce through your skin , as you press your lips together .

You nod your head and he gives you a light hum before continuing to suck on your clot and prods at your hole .” This might feel a little weird but it’s going to feel good okay?”

“ Okay…” You lied down as he gently inserted his finger in , making your fingers in his hair grip tighter .

He smiles at you before kissing your clit and holding it in his mouth as he wriggles his finger around in you , stretching you out .

As soon as you loosen up a bit and relax around his finger , he presses another finger in and sucks on your clit hard in order to distract you from the pain .

You squeal and flinch as he does that and writhe around when he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you , pressing against your insides.

Soon enough you’re taking four of his fingers , and he starts to push around to find that one spot that would make you see stars .

It didn’t take long before you start fidgeting around , moaning out constantly, and then his fingers feel a rough patch and you yell out .

He smirked and then took out his fingers , pulled down his boxers , revealing his length , which was a pretty considerable size…

He lubed it up , making him hiss a bit , and placed the head of it against your cunt, the precum on it smearing .

You held your breath as he slowly breached your hole and your warm , wet insides spasms around the length penetrating your most delicate parts.He notices this and brings his tail up to your hands and gently tangles his fur into your hands while his have a firm grip on your waist

Once Jiaoqiu felt you relax , he asked you ,” Are you ready?” In an affectionate yet strained tone.Is was very clear that he was trying to hold back from rutting into you and making you a brainless mess.

You sigh before clinging onto his tail and telling him ,” Yeah… I’m ready.”

He smiles at you softly before pulling out a bit , and then thrusting in gently, making you moan out.

His smile turns into a smirk as he pulls out a few inches, and then thrusts in a little bit harder , making your walls spasm and tighten which made his grip on your hips tighter .

You looked up to see his pretty face have sweat beading on the side of it and his amber eyes clouded with determination as he continue to gently thrust in and out , patiently waiting for you to say that he could go faster .

After you get used to the intrusion, you take a deep breath and tell him ,” Alright…. You can go faster.”

His head immediately looks up and stares at you before raising an eyebrow and asking you ,” Are you sure?”

You nod , and some enough he’s pounding into you mercilessly as you writhe around , moaning and whimpering .

You can feel the burning sensation in your stomach get hotter and hotter until it finally snaps and you attempt to warn your partner ,” Jiaoqiu!.. I’m-… Gonna cu-!”

However you only manage to get out most of the sentence before your cum seeps out of your cunt even with the object plugging it up .

The foxian feels your wall tighten and relax sporadically which leads him to thrust into your warm welcoming heat and fuck you through your orgasm .

Soon enough , he’s pulling out and hot white ropes of semen latch onto your skin , after he gets down from his pleasure high , he collapses onto you , grabs the edge of the blanket with one hand , and pulls it over you two as his other hand latches onto your waist .

You fall asleep in his arms when he gently pets you head and tangles his hands into you hair , kissing your fore head and whispering sweet nothings.

You don’t hear what exactly he says though .

You didn’t react when he said ,

“ You’re such a lovely bunny…”

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oikawa who despite having milk bread as his number one all time favorite food, tries some of your favored dishes and actually likes them.

oikawa brags about you to his teammates, to the point where iwaizumi directly recites what oikawa has to say before he even opens his mouth.

oikawa just loves to share sweets with you, specifically lollipops.

oikawa absolutely loves when he's the big spoon in the cuddle session.

oikawa always puts an arm around your shoulder as you two make a beeline to your own classes.

oikawa's favorite ice cream flavor is vanilla, and on a few occasions he likes mint chocolate.

oikawa always says that he's the 'man' in the relationship but in reality it's the opposite.

oikawa has an enormous amount of fangirls that adores him everyway, and ironically he's the same to you!

oikawa's favorite subject is history, don't ask me why it just makes sense to me.

oikawa has VERYY low spice tolerance, he never lets anyone know this just to prevent any pranking, especially to his teamates.

oikawa never shares his milk bread to anyone but you!

[that-tmr-girl]

Vanilla

Despite the way people keep saying vanilla lovers are no good, you know just how wrong that is from personal experience.

Vaginal sex

I wasn't fond of some of these girls. They did a lot of complaining and oversharing. At the same time though, I had literally nothing better to do. Thiat meant sucking it up and trying to tolerate spending time with them.

It wasn't working. One girl had just been going on and on about how bad vanilla guys are, and people either agreed or stayed quiet.

I couldn't keep my mouth shut any longer though. Not when my Aris is that.

“What's wrong with vanilla guys?”I spoke up, getting some odd looks.

“Seriously? Are you joking?”She almost laughed.

“Why would I be joking?”I pointed out, resisting the urge to grit my teeth.

“Because that's ridiculous. You need to have fun. You know? Live a little and stop being prudish. Vanilla guys just can't do that. They're too serious,”She tried to tell me.

“What someone's like in the bedroom has nothing to do with who they are,”I said firmly.

“Oh, come on. Vanilla is known as the most boring flavor for a reason,”She drew out, getting a few awkward laughs from people. Done with this, I stood up.

“You know, if you have to be tied up and gagged for your boyfriend to make you cum, he’s just bad in bed,”I snapped, walking home. I was so done with people after that.

Sighing, as I went to sit on my porch I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist. Hugging him back, I leaned my head on his chest as he kissed my temple.

“Hey,”I smiled, looking up at him.

“You think I’m good in bed?”He teased, letting me know he overheard the conversation.

“You’re way more than good,”I promised.

“You think I can hear you say it some other way?”He suggested, his hands on my outer thighs. Grabbing his arms, I basically forced him inside. Slamming the door shut, he pressed his lips against mine as he picked me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I kissed back as he carried me to our bedroom. Laying me on the bed, he got on top of me while deepening the already heated kiss. Resting his tongue in my mouth, he ran his hands under my shirt while I gently tugged on his hair. Taking my leg, I flipped us over so that I was on top. Taking my shirt off, I unhooked my bra before leaning down to kiss him again. Pulling away for a moment, he pulled his own top over his head before pulling me down and kissing my neck. Putting my legs on the side of him, I could feel him grow hard through his jeans, making me grin as I pulled away.

Unzipping his pants, I took them and his boxers off before pulling the rest of my clothes off too. Putting his hands on my hips, before I could do anything, he flipped me over so he was on top again.

Placing himself at my entrance, he asked if I was ready. When I put my hands on his shoulders he understood that I was saying yes.

Slowly nudging into me, he waited when he was all the way inside for me to adjust. Nodding my head, I gave him permission.

Starting to thrust into me, he kissed just below my earlobe and trailed his lips up my jaw. Moaning at the sensations he gave my body, I closed my eyes and unconsciously arched my back for him as my nails dug into his skin. Grabbing my hands, he intertwined his fingers as he pressed his chest against mine, filling me up entirely. Feeling the wetness between my legs got worse, I said nothing but his name through heavy breaths. Pressing his lips against mine, he silenced my sounds as he kept pulling out and slamming into me. Throwing my head to the side, my eyes rolled back as I clenched around him. With his hold on my hands getting tighter and his movements getting sloppier it was obvious he was barely hanging on too.

“Don't stop. Oh my fucking god, don't stop,”I begged. Wrapping my legs around him, he held me there as he bit down on my shoulderblade to stifle a sound, consequently pushing me over the edge as I let go. Grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head again, he pulled out and slammed into me one more time before cumming inside of me.

With my legs falling from around him, I laid there with him, both of us completely out of breath. Needing a moment to come down from our highs, he stayed inside of me as his head rested in my neck. When it was just barely better he pulled out and collapsed beside me.

“I love you,”He whispered as I felt my eyes fluttering shut. Before I could sleep, he told me to wait. Managing to do so, I felt him pull me up and pull a towel out, letting me know he was planning on something happening.

“You are so cocky sometimes,”I smiled.

“Nope. Just prepared,”He corrected, slipping one of his shirts over my head as I pulled on a new pair of underwear. Changing into nothing but his boxers, he was right back beside me. Turning on my side, I ran my hands through his hair as he placed his hands on my outer thigh to rub small circles with his thumb.

“No matter what anyone says, you're the best lover ever. Physically and emotionally, you're perfect for me,”I whispered.

“It’s easy to be a good lover when it's to someone as special as you,”He whispered back. Curling up to his chest, I wore the biggest grin as I hugged him. Wrapping his arms around me too, he ran his fingers up my spine until I dozed off to his touch.

[howtocareforbunnyboys]

"Formula" baby food for ARFID age regressors 🍼🥤

I'll make a better post with progress pics next time I make some, but I wanted to post about it quickly, since it was such a success.

My small (@bunnnybcy ) has ARFID, which makes it very difficult for him to get much nutrition, and I'm always trying things to make health accessible to him. One way to make "scary" foods accessible is to make them cute or baby-like. This recipe is sort of a "base model," a warm and sweet treat that can be altered later to increase their fruit & whole grain consumption.

Equipment you'll need:

Saucepan

Stirrer

Measuring cups

Stove or hotpad

Blender

Sippy cup or reusable pouches (Link to reusable pouch example)

Refrigerator for storage

Sweet Cinnamon Formula Recipe 😋

Ingredients:

1 cup + 1 cup milk or plant milk of choice (we used vanilla soy milk) 🥛

1/2 cup plain rolled oats 🥣

1 tsp dark brown sugar, or to taste*

1 tsp honey, or to taste 🍯

Cinnamon, to taste

Vanilla extract, to taste

Steps:

🥛 Heat the first cup of milk in your saucepan on the stove. Turn the heat up to medium, or medium-high if you're impatient.

🍯 Stir in the brown sugar and honey, and continue to stir frequently until the milk starts to lightly boil.

🥣 Stir in the 1/2 cup of rolled oats, and turn down the heat to medium, if it isn't already there.

🥄 Stir frequently until the liquid is mostly absorbed, about 5-8 minutes. (The longer you cook it, the smoother your end product will be, which is important for ARFID smalls.)

🆒️ Take off the heat, and let cool for a bit, until you're confident that it won't melt your blender lol.

Pour the oatmeal into your blender, add 1/4 cup milk🥛, and blend until smooth. Check the consistency, and continue adding milk in 1/4 cup amounts until your small approves of the texture. This would also be a convenient time to add more cinnamon, vanilla, honey🍯, or sugar, if they feel the taste is lacking.

Pour into pouches or sippy cups.

You can store leftover formula in the fridge for 3-5 days.

Other formula flavor ideas:

Strawberry 🍓

Banana🍌

Blueberry 🫐

Peach 🍑

Chocolate 🍫

Peanut butter 🥜

Apple pie 🍎

Pumpkin pie 🥧

Sweet potato 🍠

Notes for other carers of little ones with ARFID:

If your small one will tolerate it, adding nuts or seeds during step 1 will yield a more nutritious result, but some may not blend down. Chia seeds, for example, will remain visible and will feel like poppyseeds, which may be off-putting to someone with ARFID, even though they don't taste like anything.

Always remember to introduce new tastes and textures slowly, and allow them to try a new thing multiple times on different days if they're unsure about it. Unsure may just mean unfamiliar, and it'll take them a number of attempts to acquire a taste for it. Uncertainty is a good sign of a future "yes", but don't push them to finish a serving of something they're on the fence about; the pressure may turn it into a "no". Instead, give them the option of putting the rest away for later, and after some time, when they're ready, encourage them to try it again.

[veinsfullofstars]

for your childhood friends au, do the kids have any favorite foods?

Ooooh, okay okay, so this is something I’ve actually given a fair bit of thought to (maybe too much thought given how long this thing got, haha). I love little details like this in character writing - it makes them feel so much more alive and well-rounded, y'know? The kiddos have preferences as varied as their personalities, and I’m just itching to get into it, so… let’s get into it! (Also, just to be clear, I did pull some of my food headcanons for MK and DDD specifically from source material and the wiki, but most of this kinda just comes right off the dome.)

When it comes to food, Para Dee is probably the most milquetoast of the bunch (though that’s hardly a bad thing). Neither a voracious eater like Dedede nor an avoidant one like Meta, he enjoys food about as much as the average Waddle Dee, more than fine with his three square meals a day (maybe a snack if he’s good). His tastes primarily lean towards savory or bitter flavors, anything from a warm bowl of stew to a nice crisp salad depending on his mood (meaning that, of the four of them, he’s the most likely to eat his veggies... and enjoy them). He’s not the biggest fan of sweets (probably due to that fact that his father is a baker and routinely saturates their home with the heavy scents of vanilla and mixed fruit), but he does have a soft spot floral teas and hot chocolate, especially during the colder seasons. He doesn’t mind sour flavors in small amounts (meaning if someone gets pickles with their meal, you know they’re going onto Para’s plate), but spicy foods? Forget about it. His poor little stomach has no tolerance for spice, to the point where even a little too much pepper has him breaking out in a sweat (something Bow teases him about mercilessly).

If you asked him what his absolute favorite food is, he’d have a hard time choosing... but he'd probably say his father’s caramelized onion soup, a much-beloved dish at their dinner table and a favorite at every community potluck. It’s never quite the same when Para makes it (many years into the future with a family of his own), but it still sparks warm memories of holidays and togetherness with each cheese-laden spoonful.

Then, on the opposite side of the spectrum, we have Bow Dee, our tiny terror with a metabolism and appetite to rival those of her bigger buddies. If left alone and unoccupied for too long, she’s been known to sneak into locked pantries or climb high, off-limits shelves looking for any snacks she can get her grubby little mitts on (a habit she probably learned from watching Dedede). That said, she can be rather picky about which foods she’ll scarf down, especially in her youth when she would literally pick through her meals for the bits she liked and ignore the rest (much to her mothers’ chagrin).

If asked about her favorites, she’d say she likes protein-packed foods the most (omelets, jerky, trail mix, whatever will fuel those boundless energy reserves of hers in the saltiest, most flavorful manner possible) but refuses to touch veggies, pickles, and bitter flavors in general (at least in her childhood, growing a little more adventurous about food during their time overstars). She likes sweets as much as the average high-energy kid, partial to citrus fruits and sour candies especially (she likes how it stings a bit when you eat it, almost like it's fighting back). And, beyond all that, Bow loves spicy foods. Full stop. If it ain’t spicy - or spicy enough - she’ll find a way to make it so. Chili flakes, hot sauce, whole peppers, whatever she has on hand - it’s going in there, and Nova help anyone who tries to stop her. A bit ironic given her natural affinity for Water, though maybe that’s what gives her such a high tolerance for capsaicin. Or maybe she’s just that badass (as she likes to brag to her buddies, watching them steam out the ears from a single jalapeño while she’s already chomped down seven). And before you ask, yes, this has landed her in village clinic on more than one occasion. High tolerance or no, she definitely does not have Dedede’s cast-iron stomach… or Meta’s self-restraint. (We don’t talk about the Ghost Pepper Fiasco.)

Speaking of picky eaters, Meta has a… complicated relationship with food. He’s never had much of an appetite, often going (unsettlingly long) stretches of time without feeling the need to eat, only doing so if someone reminds him to (or if he gets too woozy, whichever comes first). He does need to eat, of course… just not nearly as often as everyone else does, it would seem (a byproduct of his peculiar biology, perhaps?). It’s an excuse he’s used often to get away with skipping meals, sometimes substituting in lighter foods like breakfast bars or Energy Drinks to keep his strength up (though this is hardly a long-term solution). He also finds certain textures and tastes difficult to deal with, even turning down entire meals if just one bite feels off. It makes eating with company - already an awkward experience thanks to his introversion - that much more uncomfortable, sitting there with a full plate while everyone else chews and chatters around him, wishing he could disappear as swiftly as his hunger (a habit that still crops up even in adulthood, though he has learned to push through it for the sake of politeness). Honestly, he could write a whole dissertation on how the act of consumption is a burden upon the living and no one should be subjected to it… and then he remembers chocolate exists and takes it all back for a while.

That’s really the one exception to his food trepidation: sweets. Perhaps it comes from living in Dream Land where sugary foods are so plentiful, the forests rich with apples and berries, the scent of pies and pastries wafting from windowsills, even the lands themselves named after foods of all sorts. Or perhaps it stems from his earliest memories, a helping hand and a bar of something indescribably sweet and rich, the first he’d ever tasted… Whatever the case, it’s stuck with him, a livelong love of sweets and sweet-adjacent foods, one that narrows, refines, and changes over time into preferences for chocolate, coffee, and other foods with light but flavorful consistencies. Not that this stops his friends (and later his crewmates) from hounding him into eating more nutritious meals once in a while, too. It's frustrating, but he knows they mean well, and he gets better about listening to their advice with time.

And finally, whipping to the other side of the scale once more, it’s Dedede, the penguin equivalent of a vacuum, willing to eat literally anything you put in front of him (including things you probably should not eat). He wouldn’t say he has many strong preferences - all food is good food in his eyes - though he does appreciate a good bone-in steak or similarly hearty dishes like seafood or pasta, and he could never pass up a nice rich dessert (especially cakes).

More than the taste, though, it’s really the act of eating - a pastime even more beloved than sparring or sleeping - that brings Dedede comfort, whether it’s through cozy communal meals with neighbors, the thrill of food-based competitions with friends (ones that will later inspire Dream Land’s famous Gourmet Races), or just to deal with the boredom (and loneliness) when he’s stuck on his own. It’s possible he gets this behavior from his mama, a little on the heavier side herself and known for her own cast-iron constitution back in her wrestling days (not to mention prone to spoiling her “darlin’ baby bird” and his friends with extra treats all the time). Meanwhile, his papa - a stickler for decency and discipline - is constantly reminding his son to slow down during meal times, wondering if he’s even tasting the food he’s shoving down his gullet (a blunt but well-intentioned criticism given the many, many tummy troubles Dedede suffers in his younger days). He never manages to fully tame his massive appetite (certainly not helped by the more decadent lifestyle he later adopts as a king), but he does at least refine it over time, learning from Para of all people about the joys of savoring meals rather than always inhaling them outright.

Phew, alright, I think that’s about it. Thanks for the question! Hopefully I didn't go too in-depth for such a simple one - I was having fun with it and might've gotten carried away again, haha. Well, at the very least, it'll give you guys some nuggets to chew on in the meantime (pun super not intended).

Sketches started 06/25/24, finished 06/27/24.

[gothamite-rambler]

Cass and Jason becoming friends conclusion (Batfamily Chronicles Flash Fiction)

Previously on Cass and Jason becoming friends (this is if Cass and Jason were friends and closer siblings. Enjoy!)

---3 weeks later---

Bruce Wayne sat outside, debating with himself how to help Jason without bothering him.

Bruce (talking to himself): He needs more bat friends and I need to get updates on his life. The boys won't work, Stephanie? No.

Cassandra Cain, walked up to Bruce and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around.

Cass (waving): Hi Bruce.

Bruce: Hello Cassandra ... Cass! You'll work!

Cass (intrigued): Work for what?

Bruce: You remember meeting my son? Really tall, kind of around my height, white streak in the middle of his hair, you said hi to him, he questioned why I kidnapped you... when I didn't kidnap you?

Cass: Oh Jason. Yeah, he's withdrawn from others, but we've chatted a few times. His eyes showed sadness when we first met, but in one of our meetups his jaw was less clenched and he only called me a weirdo. Then one time I told him he could stab me to discuss why killing those he personally sees as irredeemable can be flawed.

Bruce: Okay that's good- You what?!

Cass: Don't worry, he never did it.

Bruce: Yes, but why- I'll discuss this later, I need you to do something with him for me.

Cass: You want me to befriend him?

Bruce: No I- Oh yes I want you to do that, but genuinely. I think you two would work... As... Friends. I'm not good at friends, but Clark sees us as 'best buddies'. Don't be annoyingly chipper.

Cass: Like Clark?

Bruce nodded.

Cass (shrugs): I would actually like to become friends with Jason. He's been through a lot and I want to show him the kindness that was deprived from him for a long time by certain people. You don't have to concoct a plan, I'll simply continue being my usual self.

Bruce crossed his arms satisfied, but then realized something.

Bruce: Wait, I give him kindness! I pay him 7000 a month!

Cass (patting her foster father on his chest): Which is your way to show love, no worries Bruce, you're a good father in your own way.

Cass left Bruce's house to meet with Jason, texting him from the number she was able to get from Barbara.

---Later the same day---

Cass in civilian clothes walked over to Jason as he texted on his phone.

Cass: Hi Jason.

Jason looked away from his phone, checking his right side to see the short black haired girl not behind him, but on his left side instead.

Jason (smiling): You switched places. Hi Cass, what did you call me for?

Cass: Bruce wanted us to meet up. He thinks we'd make good friends. Want to get frozen yogurt? My treat. 

Jason: In any other situation I'd say no, but I did say I tolerate you the most which means yes I'll go.

Cass (smiling sweetly): Excellent, that's good to hear. Let's go, I know this place called Pink Berry. Steph took me there once. You can get strange toppings. What's your favorite flavor?

Jason (walking with Cass): Mint chocolate or strawberry.

Cass (bumping her arm against Jason's): You can mix the flavors there.

Jason: Cool.

Cass giggled.

Jason (smirking): That wasn't a pun.

Cass: Are you sure, pun-isher?

Jason (jokingly): You're ridiculous.

---At PinkBerry---

At PinkBerry Jason got a mix of strawberry and mint chocolate while Cass got french vanilla with cookie toppings.

Cass: Bruce wanted me to check your welfare as well. Mind if I ask a couple questions?

Jason: Not at all.

Cass pulled out a notepad that Jason recognized as Bruce's, making him chuckle softly while eating his frozen yogurt.

Cass: Mental health.

Jason: Not as bad as before. Don't cuss out people on the road anymore.

Cass: Have you made friends?

Jason: Yes.

Cass: Number?

Jason: Three currently.

Cass: You have a partner?

Jason: Had partners.

Cass: For that option he wrote, "Ask how many and if he's been safe?"

Jason: Not disclosing the number. Yes, I've been using protection... in the rare times I actually sleep with a woman.

Cass (giggled): Dating life is never easy.

Jason (jokingly): Is that on the notepad?

Cass: Nah, simply relating to you. The next question is "Are you physically healthy?"

Jason: Yes.

Cass: What do you use the money he sends you for?

Jason: 30% percent I save, the 70 % none of his business.

Cass: Hm... the next one is "Is he mad at me?" Are you?

Jason: Not as much, but we've mostly fixed that bridge. I don't like being around him most time though.

Cass: Noted. Under that he lists with a question mark near their names: Tim? Dick? Damian?

Jason: Care for all of them. Stephanie is growing on me.

Cass (with a smile): And me?

Jason: What would you like me to say? 

Cass: Be honest.

Jason (sincerely): Wow, you really are like him. I like you... you remind me of my friends.

Cass: I'm glad. He wrote a lot more, but I'll conclude with this: Are you doing better than you were years ago?

Jason (after thinking about the right answer): Yes.

Cass: Good. Let's eat.

Cass and Jason continued chatting about their lives both hero and civilian while enjoying their frozen yogurt enjoying.

---2 months later---

Cass: Hi Jason.

Jason: Hey Ca- Oh My God that’s an awesome suit!

Cass looked over her black bat suit then clapped eager he liked her new suit.

Cass: Thank you, it is Batman inspired. Is it okay to mention that?

Jason (nodding): You make it work. 

Cass: Hm… And you...

Jason: What do you notice about me this time?

Cass: You look content. How have you been?

Jason: How have I been? How have you been? Tell me what’s going on with Cassandra.

Cass: Oh, I- A lot if you’re willing to listen.

Jason: I’m free now.

Cass: As am I. You genuinely do look happy.

Jason (smiling): I am, you seem to be happy too. One question though, how do you breathe in that suit and not break a sweat?

Cass (taking a power pose): Sheer determination and being a bad ass.

Jason: Oh facts, that's why I wear my helmet.

Cass: I don't talk much either, so that helps. I'm well versed in sign language though.

Cass signs Jason's name to display her skill.

Jason: That's pretty good. I like that answer too, that way no one knows what you sound like.

Cass (smiling): Yeah, you get it.

Jason: Don't make that expression, they're going to think you're weak.

Cass: Yeah, but then I break their legs.

Jason chuckled making Cass elated that she made him laugh.

---Two weeks later---

Dick: Is everyone here? Where’s Orphan?

Cass: I’m here.

Dick jumps, jumping into Jason’s arms.

Cass: I arrived a few minutes ago, got distracted, back again. Hi Ja- Oops, Red Hood.

Jason dropped Dick on the ground causing the man to grunt in pain.

Jason: Hi Orphan, it’s good to see you, I didn’t say hi to you earlier. So I’m saying it now.

Cass: I'm glad you said it either way. It's good to see you and I'm happy to see you're mood seems to have elevated.

Jason: I love when you notice my progress.

Tim (crosses his arms): He’s not nice to me.

Cass: Oh Jason, can we do that hand hug we practiced?

Jason: For you, just once.

Cass clapped eagerly. The two clasped their hands together and gave them a little squeeze.

Cass (joking): Now you have my positive energy!

Jason: No take it away.

Jason and Cass laughed as their siblings looked on confused.

---After the mission ended---

Cass: I’m off, bye Red Hood.

Jason (waving): Bye Orphan.

Cass ran off with Tim following behind.

Dick: That was the nicest I’ve seen you be to a bat kid.

Jason: Yeah, she’s neat.

Dick: Oh wow, she's neat? You actually like her. That's sweet. How long did it take her?

Jason: About a year and a half.

Dick: That's a record. Did you know she's older than you?

Jason: Really?

Dick: Yep, a few months, but she’s strange at times. Bruce likes her, says she’s a mini him.

Jason: Huh… that’s not true. I like her, she’s been through way more than him and she smiles more. Although I died, which means I have more struggles, she's cool though.

Dick laughed, patting Jason on the back and heading out of the area with him.

[matchalovertrait]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

A set of 20 questions to get to know your oc! I was tagged by @elderwisp :) thank you so much. To nobody's surprise, this will be about Dulce LOL

What uncommon/common fear do they have? I find this funny and ironic (kinda spoilery too for the future. If you know, you know) but she's scared of the dark.

Do they have any pet peeves? When people chew with their mouths open or double dip.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? Polaroids, plants, and pretty things.

What do they notice first in a person? Their taste in fashion. She likes meeting all different kinds of people and finds their different styles fascinating.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? 7

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? It depends because she's neurodivergent but incredibly resilient. If she's not feeling too overwhelmed, she goes into fight mode and doesn't back down. If she is feeling way too overwhelmed, she'll go into flight mode and probably cry.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? Her immediate family is pretty small. There's her mom, Noemí, dad, Erick, and older brother, Ángel. Even though her parents had to work a lot in her childhood, she is still close to them and loves them immensely. Dulce and her brother have a really good relationship too.

What animal represents them best? A fox :) I talk about it more here.

What is a smell that they dislike? She doesn't like the smell of vanilla in fragrances! It's too strong for her.

Have they broken any bones? I'm surprised she hasn't...

How would a stranger likely describe them? Easy to talk to.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? Morning bird, like the rest of her family. They start getting up at 4 or 5 in the morning, even on weekends.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? She doesn't like blue cheese. She doesn't get it and she probably never will. She loves tomatoes, though!

Do they have any hobbies? Cooking, posting on her Instagram, and playing basketball.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? Oh, she loves surprises!! And just being celebrated in general LOL. She would join in and start partying and posing for pictures.

Do they like to wear jewelry? Yes! I try to not add too many jewelry or accessories to her yet, because she's still a teen and I want to differentiate my teens and young adults more. However, she likes wearing gold earrings, rings, and necklaces like her mom. She wants a belly button piercing too but her mom would not like that 🙈

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? She has neat and cute handwriting, you will see that in a future post :)

What are two emotions they feel the most? Joy (bruh) and annoyance.

Do they have a favorite fabric? Nahhh, she likes all of them.

What kind of accent do they have? She lives in Tartosa, Italy, so she has an Italian accent. She also speaks English and Spanish because her parents used the one-parent one-language method with her and Ángel ever since they were babies. I imagine that Erick is from Ohio, so that's the accent that Dulce speaks with in English. Noemí is from Jalisco, Mexico, so Dulce speaks with that accent in Spanish.

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[sankttealeaf]

OC DEEP DIVE QUESTIONS

thanks for the tag @adorablebanite <3 tagging @kaleido-scope-lady @quacaserous @beecreeper @theviridianbunny & anyone else who wants to yap about their oc :3

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Do they have any pet peeves?

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

What do they notice first in a person?

On a scale from 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

What animal represents them best?

What is a smell they dislike?

Have they broken any bones?

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Are they a night owl, or morning bird?

What’s a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Do they have any hobbies?

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprise?

Do they like to wear jewelery?

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Do they have a favourite fabric?

What kind of accent do they have?

handing you the questions here to make life easier, i'll answer for rue under the cut :3

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

fear of being abandoned. (she's just like me frrrr). pre-tadpole rue forms very strong attachments (see: her father. gortash.) and after being left alone many times before in her youth, she really struggles with the idea of being tossed aside

post-tadpole rue has a big fear of forgetting everything again. she's made lovely memories and writes down everything she does in extreme detail in case she ever wakes up without them again

Do they have any pet peeves?

people being too loud. she gets really bad headaches and will yell at people if they are being loud for no reason

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

1. the current book she is reading

2. a warm jumper in case she gets cold

3. her diary

What do they notice first in a person?

their eyes. easy to work out how they're feeling and useful to exploit later on

On a scale from 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

10. i like to think there's been many times while travelling that rue has definitely broken an arm and she doesn't realise it until it starts bruising up (and then she reluctantly goes to shadowheart and asks her to fix it)

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

fight. when in doubt, fight your way out! her go to tactic in game is to intimidate others to get what she wants but if that doesnt work? start a fight. physical or verbal, doesnt matter

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

rue doesnt remember her upbringing but she had two foster siblings (both older than her!) she's very much a found family person. has a lot of issues with herself and the thought of being a mother, but happily adopts arabella and yenna (as well as the tiefling children from the grove) along their travels. i like to think yenna visits rue and gale in waterdeep as she gets older.

What animal represents them best?

cat. despite her being dog coded, she is a cat character to me. likes her space, a little nervous, gets the zoomies

What is a smell they dislike?

one of gortash's perfumes. it was thick and rich and had a horrible musky scent to it that kept making her sneeze. so he changes to the nicer, milder vanilla and rosewood :3

Have they broken any bones?

yes. turning into the slayer requires a lot of bones to crack to allow room for growth.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

off-putting. weird. quiet.

Are they a night owl, or morning bird?

night owl!! rue does NOT like mornings. pre tadpole she will sleep in until noon if the world lets her. post tadpole she is a napper. gale comes home from work and finds her napping in the living room with the evening sun on her

What’s a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

hate: anything overly sour.

love: salty things (adds extra salt to gale's food and he has a heart attack)

Do they have any hobbies?

too many!! post game rue has a lot of hobbies she picks up to keep the Dark Thoughts At Bay. she loves gardening, pottery and embroidery the most!!

their home in waterdeep is covered in things rue has made. hanging up in the living room above the fireplace is a painting of tara rue did that she absolutely hates but gale adores. he frames it and his mother has asked for one as well.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprise?

she cries (of happiness). i like to think the first year after the absolute crisis is over, gale plans a big surprise party and everyone's there. rue comes home from getting groceries, sees all her friends in her home and just bursts into tears.

Do they like to wear jewelery?

yes! she loves earrings (changes the little swords gortash gave her as a gift a few years after his death, but keeps them tucked away as a little reminder of him) now she has little star ones that she adores! (a gift from morena)

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

MESSY!!!!! she's just like me fr!! pre & post tadpole, that girl has such bad handwriting! sometimes she cant read it herself :')

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

love and guilt.

Do they have a favourite fabric?

she loooves a good velvet. warm and fancy and reminds her a bit of gortash

silk, too. again, reminds her of gortash.

What kind of accent do they have?

she's tav 4 in game, so i guess a little posh? i think ive described her voice as "sophisticated" before. soft and gentle spoken which adds to the creepiness of the horrible things she says :)

this was so fun!!! i love yapping about rue. girlie lives in my head rent free :) please help me get her out!!

[kiss-me-cill-me]

Cup of Coffee and a VHS | Pt. 2

Start with Pt. 1 HERE!

Pairing: Neil Lewis x Reader Coffee Shop!AU

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Lucien is a bit of a jerk, but other than him this is all just fluff and Neil being a dork.

Neil returned to your shop a few days later, borrowed scarf in hand and ready to try another one of your concoctions. 

“Surprise me,” he said, hanging up his jacket - which you were glad to see he remembered to wear - on the coat rack by the door. 

“Mmm, you weren’t really a fan of the last thing I surprised you with,” you reminded him.

It had been a busy day at the cafe, but things had quieted down now. You usually closed a few hours after the lunch rush, and you were only planning to be open for about another twenty minutes. Not that you were in any hurry to rush Neil out.

“Yeah, but I still kind of like surprises,” Neil insisted. “They can’t all be winners, but that’s all part of the experience.”

“Oh, so you’re saying my coffee is bad?” you teased.

“I’m saying that all coffee is bad,” Neil replied, making a face. “Yours was actually the most tolerable I’ve ever tried.”

You laughed. You were quickly learning that Neil, sweet as he was, was far from being a smooth talker. He seemed to dig himself into a hole more often than not.

“Wow, ‘tolerable,’” you echoed. “That’s one of the best reviews I’ve ever gotten.”

“I don’t- I didn’t mean it like that,” Neil sputtered. 

“Relax,” you laughed. “I’m just giving you a hard time. One non-coffee, coming up.”

You set about filling a kettle and putting it on the hot plate to boil. You were going to try tea for Neil’s next drink, thinking that maybe he’d like that better. You glanced over at the flavored syrups you had in stock, wondering if he would enjoy any of them. Or maybe it would be better to go with plain sugar, or maybe honey, and let the tea speak for itself.

“My buddy Lucien is a total coffee snob, and he really likes your Americanos,” Neil offered.

You remembered Lucien. He had been in the shop a few times. Become somewhat of a regular, actually, with the fairly odd habit of insisting on writing his own name on all his to-go cups. He struck you as snobby, but harmless enough. You figured he was probably just sick of baristas misspelling a name that hadn’t been given to anyone since the eighteenth century. 

“Well, I’m glad someone around here appreciates me,” you joked, setting a steaming mug down in front of Neil. He had taken his usual seat at the counter.

“I appreciate a warm drink, too,” Neil said. “But! I am paying you for this one.”

You waved your hand as Neil took his first sip, his shoulders instantly relaxing as he swallowed the warm liquid. You had settled on adding just a dash of vanilla syrup.

“On the house,” you insisted.

“I’m not trying to run you out of business,” Neil began.

“But, you didn’t like your last drink, so that one doesn’t really count,” you pressed. “Hot water and a bag of tea costs, like, twenty cents. I’m not gonna sell it to you at a two hundred percent markup. Now, Lucien on the other hand…”

Neil laughed, and you had to bite your cheek to keep from smiling too broadly. You were wary of laying it on too thick, but Neil was too fun to flirt with for you to abstain entirely. And it really wasn’t hurting you to give him a couple of free drinks…

“Still, I don’t want to take advantage of your generosity,” Neil said.

“Well, what if we did a little exchange?” you suggested. Neil leaned forward in his seat. “I don’t know much about movies, but I’m guessing you do.” 

Neil shrugged, mimicking modesty while giving you a knowing look. His side-eye made you swoon, a little more than you should have.

“I’ve been known to dabble,” he admitted.

“So how about you suggest me a movie as payment for the drink?” you offered.

Neil considered it as he took another sip of his tea.

“Hmmm, that is a tall order,” he joked, sitting on his hands as he rocked back a bit.

“Think you’re up for it?”

“I think it could be arranged,” he relented. “But, you’d have to stop by Gumshoe to pick it up.”

“Deal,” you agreed.

Neil took another sip of tea.

“Better than the coffee?” you asked, motioning to his cup.

“Better, but… I’m not sure I’m really a tea person, either,” Neil admitted.

“Next time you should tell me what you actually like,” you laughed. 

Neil made a face.

“But where’s the fun in that?”

“The fun is that you get to drink something that doesn’t make you gag when you think I’m not looking,” you teased. Then added, “you’re not very subtle, Neil.”

It was so easy to make Neil blush that you almost felt bad doing it. Almost. He tried to hide his pink face by taking another sip from the mug, loudly slurping in some kind of effort to pull the attention away from his embarrassment. 

“Well,” Neil said, setting his empty mug down. “I should get going, but feel free to stop by whenever. We’re open late.”

“Three-in-the-morning-late?” you joked.

“Not that late,” Neil laughed, rolling his eyes. 

“Maybe I’ll stop by tomorrow?”

“Sounds good,” agreed Neil.

He tapped the counter as he stood up, and made his way over to the door. As was becoming your habit, you came out from behind the counter to send him off. 

“Oh! I almost forgot.” Neil looked down at the scarf he was still clutching in his hand. “Don’t want you to go without your scarf for another day.”

Neil unfolded the scarf and wrapped it around you, just like you had done for him a few days ago. He held onto the ends, pulling it snug, and stayed like that for a moment longer than was necessary.

“Thank you again for letting me borrow this,” Neil muttered, letting the ends of the scarf fall from his hands. “And I’m serious about paying you back; you’d better stop by.”

“I will,” you promised. “Tomorrow.”

Neil smiled and gave you a short wave as he exited the cafe again. You realized after he left that your heart was beating wildly; so fast that you could feel it inside your chest. You wrapped the scarf a little tighter, and hurried to close up shop for the day, your steps feeling just a little more airy.

The following afternoon, bundled in your cold-weather gear, you made the trek down the street to Gumshoe Video after closing up your shop. The air was biting against your cheeks, and you were grateful that Neil had returned your scarf. You buried into it a little deeper, and caught a whiff of an unfamiliar cologne. 

You smiled. It was woodsy but also sweet. The bell above the door rang as you let yourself into Neil’s store.

“Hey - coffee girl,” a familiar voice called as you entered the store. Not Neil’s.

You looked up to see Lucien, standing behind the counter. You wondered briefly if the “coffee girl” nickname was a spur-of-the-moment thing, or if he and Neil ever talked about you, but you quickly shook away the thought.

“Lucien, you work here?” you asked.

You stepped farther into the store, briefly scanning the endless shelves of VHS tapes. So many movies. You stopped at the counter and rested your elbows on the glass top.

“Unfortunately,” droned Lucien. He lowered his voice, whispering. “My boss is kind of a dick.”

“I think I’m, uh… actually here to see your boss.”

“Oh. That’s right.” Before you had a chance to ask what that meant, Lucien called out, shouting toward the back of the store. “Neil! Coffee girl here to see you!”

Okay, you weren’t loving that nickname. But before you had a chance to say anything else, Neil appeared from a back room, smiling broadly and holding his arms out to greet you.

“Heyyyy!” Neil came over to your side of the counter, standing beside you and leaning on one elbow. “Glad you could make it. Lucien, don’t give rude nicknames to the customers.” “But you’re the one who-”

“It’s nice to see you,” Neil cut Lucien off, turning his attention to you. “Welcome to Gumshoe.”

“Thanks,” you replied. “It’s nice to finally visit. You have a ton of movies; wow.”

A whispering voice to your left hissed out: “Neil, is that the girl?” 

You hadn’t noticed, but there was a third man in the room, lounging on one of the couches in front of a TV set that was playing a black-and-white movie. He was looking up expectantly at Neil, who whirled around to glare at him.

“Jonathan,” Neil hissed.

“Sorry. Is that… a… girl?” Jonathan corrected. 

Neil turned back around, raking an exasperated hand through his hair. You stifled a giggle.

“Sorry,” Lucien said sardonically. “We’re all a little out of sorts since Neil broke up with his girlfriend.”

“Lucien,” Neil whispered, practically begging the other man to shut up. “You are not helping!”

Privately, your heart skipped a beat. The news that Neil was single excited you more than you knew it should have. You suddenly felt grateful for Lucien’s horrid social skills.

“Suddenly,” Neil said, glaring at both of his friends, “I just remembered I need both of you to run inventory. In my office.”

“But there’s nothing to-”

“Inventory!” Neil barked, pointing in the direction of the back room.

Jonathan and Lucien slunk off, both throwing not-so-subtle looks in your and Neil’s direction. Neil tried to compose himself, and turned back to face you.

“Sorry about them,” he apologized. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair again.

“Sorry to hear about you and your girlfriend,” you offered, even as your heart was still pounding from the excitement.

“Oh, don’t be.” Neil waved his hand. “Like I said, it was kind of a long time coming, and… It’s really fine.”

“I can come back another time…”

“No!” Neil said, a little too sharply. “No, no - this is perfect. I actually have your movie right here.”

He disappeared behind the counter for a moment, leaning down to fetch the VHS he had picked out for you. He handed it over, and you looked down at the cover.

“Ooh, The Shining,” you mused. “I’ve never seen it.”

“You’re in for a treat, then,” Neil beamed. “Classic horror. Stanley Kubrick. And perfect to watch during the snowstorm this weekend.”

You knew enough about the film’s plot to know that he was correct. You wondered if Neil had taken such a minor detail as the weather into consideration when picking out this movie. It seemed like the kind of thing he would do.

“I’m excited to watch it,” you smiled. “Thank you for your ‘payment.’”

Neil smiled back, and swung around the counter to join you once again on the other side. He stood a little closer to you than he had before, and you felt your heart beat loudly, thundering against your ribs.

“I hope this doesn’t mean you’ll stop coming to the cafe so I can test out drinks on you, though,” you told him. “Just because this makes us even. I still need to find something you actually like.”

“Of course not,” Neil agreed. “I can always pay you in more movie recommendations.”

You tucked the VHS tape Neil had given you into your bag, taking the few seconds that your face was turned away from him as an opportunity to smile like an idiot. You looked back up, trying to relax and put on a more neutral expression, with questionable levels of success.

“Before I go,” you started. “Will you please give me some kind of clue about what you like? I don’t want to keep making you drinks that you hate.”

Neil shrugged. 

“I dunno; I like sweet stuff, I guess,” he replied. “The more sugar, the better.”

Somewhere from deeper in the store, either Jonathan or Lucien let out a wolf whistle. Clearly they hadn’t made it all the way into Neil’s office. You couldn’t help laughing as Neil rolled his eyes.

“Something sweet, huh? I think that can be arranged,” you said.

You and Neil exchanged goodbyes as you left the store, bell ringing again on your way out. Outside, you could barely feel the cold air on your cheeks, for the way they burned red-hot after being around Neil.

Read Pt. 3 HERE!

[johnnycakesswitch]

The gang favorite ice cream flavors? (Me personally I think ponyboy is a cookies and cream lover!)

I never thought about this before!!

Ponyboy- definitely anything sweet yeah so cookies and cream, I feel like he’d also enjoy cookie dough, he can appreciate a good vanilla milkshake as well

Sodapop- he likes most ice cream but his favorite is chocolate that has like bits of fudge in it also. ALSO mint chocolate chip bc that’s my favorite and real recognizes real

Darry- I feel like he would like coffee ice cream (real bc it’s amazing), especially the ones that come with chocolate chips in it, maybe pistachio

Johnny- birthday cake 😄 or salted caramel but only if it’s made right bc sometimes the ratio is off and it’s way too salty, Johnny does nawt fuck w that

Dally- prob like buttered pecan or strawberry

Steve- rocky road or just plain chocolate, but only hard chocolate ice cream he will not tolerate soft serve

Two-Bit- he likes to try a different flavor every time but his go to has to be Cherry Garcia

This was a rly fun ask thank you!!! If y’all have any other opinions lmk im curious as to what other people think!!

[comingfromastatechampionasshole]

Wilt-resist your whipped cream! (A cheat, by Doc)

Okay, the phrase "by Doc" is doing a lot of heavy lifting here--I actually learned this tip from a gal I was competing with years ago in state fair (she beat my ass) and I'm sure other aunts and grandmas know it. But, whomst else on tumblr will deliver it to your eyeballs?

Because you know the trouble with whipped cream and whipped cream frostings is they tend to wilt over time, especially if they have to deal with absolutely any level of heat. A simple room temperature can make your pie or cake look weepy and sad. Your bowl of fresh whipped cream now looks worse than the fuckin' cool whip. Tragedy.

Now, I assume you, erudite and exceptional readers of this blog, are already using powdered sugar/icing sugar instead of standard sugar to make your whipped cream, not only because of greater stability but because it functionally removes the possibility of graininess. This is a "I want to make this whipped cream the night before" tip. Other tips like milk powder, I find, just don't have the same longevity as what's below:

Professionals use gelatin or agar-agar, which I don't like for two reasons: 1) Gelatin is not vegetarian and in the US is often made from pork, so fuck your Jewish or Muslim guests and 2) you have to bloom the gelatin or agar-agar, and it can be tricky to work with, and if you aren't the 'working with high-level mousses and creams often" type, it may be a waste of space in your kitchen.

But gee whiz, did you know there's a very cheap and intensely easy solution for busy housewives to keep her man loving her whipped cream, and by extension, her? Tell her, Don!

Why little lady, it's Jell-O (tm) brand instant pudding mix! Don't tell the ladies at the church bake-off...we won't.

This is the easiest possible way to get nice, stiff whipped cream that holds up for, I think my record is three days. It can also tolerate sitting in a warm room much much better than whipped cream really ought to be able to.

"But Doc, isn't Jell-O, uh, gelatin?"

Jell-O itself is, but Jell-O pudding is actually kosher. I assume other brands are as well, but I don't know this for a fact--so make sure to check the label if you're using a different brand. What's doing the work here is 'modified food starch' which is a stronger version of cornstarch, which I find, added to whipped cream, to require too much to be added, and the texture gets odd.

This is cheap! Your grocery store may vary, but this small box was 99 cents.

This is easy! All you do is add about 1 tablespoon of pudding mix per one cup of heavy/whipping/double cream* and then whip as usual.

It does lightly flavor the whipped cream, which I've never found to be a problem--I use regular vanilla mostly, but french vanilla is nice for banana cream pie, I used coconut cream for the pie I just entered WHICH WON BEST IN SHOW I MIGHT ADD. Chocolate is great for chocolate whipped cream. You're smart people, you got this. The only ones I don't recommend are tapioca (pearls) and Oreo (having about three bits of oreo in the whipped cream looks dirty rather than intentional.)

Go forth, and set your whipped cream on the sideboard with confidence!

*I'm aware these all actually contain different levels of fat, but let's get real here, they are often used interchangeably and only the craziest among us is going to seriously get into "What cream should you be whipping?" discourse.

[natolesims]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

Thank you for the tag @windslar!! Our favourite blonde is going to be in the eye of the hurricane for the next days, so let's get to get to know Lottie a bit better :D

1. What uncommon/common fear do they have?

She's afraid of thunderstorms! And also, death. She lost her mom at a very young age, so an early demise is something Lottie feels uneasy about.

2. Do they have any pet peeves?

People who talk too much about themselves. Ironic, huh?

3. What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Expensive perfume bottles, at least one bouquet of fresh flowers and a manicure set.

4. What do they notice first in a person?

Their general hygiene. Lottie won't judge you about your clothing and style (maybe a little), but uneccesary messiness? Bad smells? Dirty teeth? Ew, no thanks.

5. On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Oh no, a complete 0. She'll cry rivers for the smallest, non-visible scratch anytime. She's a terrible patient whenever she's really hurt or sick.

6. Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Lottie will choose violence whenever she feels the lightest pressure on her glamourous and delicate self, thank you very much.

7. Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

No and yes! Her family has been always her and her dad since she was a toddler, and she always grew apart from other relatives or acquaitances. On the other hand, being close to Tiana made Lottie become included by the whole White bunch in their chaotic family antics, what shaped her into a a very familiar person. That's one of the main reasons she would love to have a big family of her own!

8. What animal represents them best?

A very much spoiled angora cat, of course.

9. What is a smell that they dislike?

Artificial strawberry, specially on cosmetics.

10. Have they broken any bones?

Nope! And let's hope things stay that way!

11. How would a stranger likely describe them?

It would depend on her mood, since she can be your best friend or ignore you completely if she feels like it. In general, people often say she's elegant, well-educated, pretentious and too loud.

12. Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

Her? A night owl? She won't interrupt her beauty sleep even if her life depends on it. Lottie prefers to wake up early and get things done with a freshly rested face.

13. What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Hate: coconut / Love: vanilla!

14. Do they have any hobbies?

I don't know if it counts as a hobby, but wellness is her main thing. From doing yoga and meditating to research crystal properties, Lottie is very passionate about it!

15. Boom, surprise birthday party!How do they react to surprises?

Oh, she LOVES surprises! Only if they reach her standards, what's a bit troublesome. But anything that makes her feel like the main character is a yes, thank you.

16. Do they like to wear jewelry?

It's not a preference, it's a sport. And she's the national champion.

17. Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Of course it's neat! She wouldn't dare to leave elegant handwritten and scented notes to people with an horrendous one. Fun fact: she even took calligraphy classes to improve her style at some point.

18. What are two emotions they feel the most?

Flirty (of course) and confident (of course x2).

19. Do they have a favorite fabric?

Silk! So fresh, smooth and flattering. And expensive, as usual.

20. What kind of accent do they have?

US English, rich girl edition.

I tag @payte @goldoradove @samssims @pixel-bloom @zosa95 @akitasimblr @duusheen @marcishaun @nitrozem @micrathene-w and @bakersimmer! Feel free to ignoreee

[treason-and-plot]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

I was tagged by @anamoon63 and @bool-prop, thank you very much! I chose Mia because I miss her dearly and I need to zip over to Isla Paradiso and visit her ASAP!

Subject: Mia Nichols

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Mia’s uncommon fear is another one of her lovers dying. Her common fear is that something happens to her mother, Nanette.

Do they have any pet peeves?

Cookie’s existence.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Her signature vanilla body spray and loose tampons and condoms 

What do they notice first in a person?

Their sex appeal.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? 6

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Mia is a fighter.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Mia is the only child of a single mother.

What animal represents them best?

Bichon frisé- because of her fluffy hair and friendly nature (unless your name is Cookie!)

What is a smell that they dislike?

The smell of overflowing ashtrays. When she was a waitress this smell always used to make Mia dry-retch.

Have they broken any bones?

She broke a couple of ribs while out surfing with her fiancé Luke one day.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Blonde, bubbly and chatty with legs for days.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

A night owl. Mia does NOT like getting out of bed early.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

She hates the taste of aniseed and loves the taste of potatoes deep-fried in goose fat.

Do they have any hobbies?

Sex, video games, watching soap operas, going to the movies, socialising, fantasizing about her wedding to Raj.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Mia loves surprises and would be thrilled! She detests routine and monotony. The more surprises life can throw at her, the better!

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Mia’s pride and joy was her engagement ring, which was lost during an altercation with a creep called David. Even though she still mourns its loss, it did enable her to move on from Luke’s death. But no other piece of jewellery has ever been so important to her.  

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Messy. Mia is self-conscious about her handwriting as well as her lack of literacy skills. She will go to any lengths to avoid her handwriting and poor spelling being seen by others.

What are two emotions they feel the most?

Excitement and desire.

Do they have a favorite fabric?

Not really, but Mia isn't into housework so any fabric she did prefer would be drip dry and non-iron.

What kind of accent do they have?

Mia was born in bred in Isla Paradiso, but it would be hard for anyone in Sim nation to discern a particular dialect or accent as coming from there.

I would like to tag @papermint-airplane @changingplumbob @windermeresimblr @streetlites and @wannabecatwriter @profoundlyburningsimscollection and @stargazer-sims. No pressure ever, feel free to ignore!

[marcishaun]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

Thanks for the tag @natolesims! 💗

I chose Deidra, a sim I had created almost 2 years ago. I had created a save just for her, and gave her extended family members. She eventually fell in love with & married a townie, and when the Growing Together ep came out, she became my 1st sim to have an infant. They eventually had 4 kids!

1. What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Being alone. It led to arguments with her sister, Kendra, who felt Deidra rushed into a relationship with Stan because she wanted to get married & have a baby before it was too late.

2. Do they have any pet peeves?

Laziness. Deidra gets frustrated easily, & hates when others don't help.

3. What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Baby toys (their youngest sleeps in their room), perfume & lotions, hair wraps.

4. What do they notice first in a person?

Probably how they react to her. She can be self-conscious, and seems to be on high alert & observes how people perceive her.

5. On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Maybe a 2. It's low. She's never had a major physical injury, and prefers to not deal with any emotional or mental ones.

6. Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Absolutely flight mode. After constantly bickering with her sister, because Kendra didn't accept her now-husband, Deidra stopped speaking to her.

7. Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Deidra comes from an average sized family. She has 1 younger sister (Kendra), and 1 younger brother (Shawn), and even has the family oriented trait.

8. What animal represents them best?

Maybe a lioness. Takes care of all of the babies, hunts/cooks, and is the one REALLY in charge.

9. What is a smell that they dislike?

Trash/dirty dish water. It means someone didn't complete their chores.

10. Have they broken any bones?

No.

11. How would a stranger likely describe them?

Quiet, but nice. Seems well organized and put together.

12. Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

Night owl. Her mornings are chaos.

13. What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Deidra loves vanilla & cinnamon, and just the smell of pickles makes her gag.

14. Do they have any hobbies?

Reading and art/painting/sketching.

15. Boom, surprise birthday party!How do they react to surprises?

Pleasantly surprised, but anxious.

16. Do they like to wear jewelry?

Not really. Maybe for special occasions.

17. Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Very neat!

18. What are two emotions they feel the most?

The last time I played her, they were Flirty & probably some form of Tense.

19. Do they have a favorite fabric?

Probably cotton. Simple.

20. What kind of accent do they have?

English, United States. Just realized most of my sims don't have regional American accents, and maybe it's because most people tell me that they can't detect a regional accent in me.

Tagging: @changingplumbob @deardiaryts4 @oofiesims