#SUCH NEGATIVE SOUR PICKLES!!

[creative-anchorage]

God these absolute potatoes. What is going through people's mind when they drop their pants to shit on things in spaces where people are trying to appreciate or celebrate things!!!

[child0feden]

SUMMER BREEZE

peter steele x pregnant! reader

♡ general headcanons for peter with a pregnant partner!

୨୧ i remember being so obsessed with this man when i was younger, i couldn’t shut the fuck up about him! i hope you like it anon <3

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reading music recommendations: glass by daughter - summer breeze by type o negative

♡ i feel like due to his height, strength and build, peter could still very easily pick you up when you’re pregnant!

୨୧ if you offhandedly mention that your feet kind of hurt or your back aches whilst on a walk, he’ll just take you into his arms and pull you up to eye level with no struggle at all

♡ at family gatherings or the baby shower? you’re sat on his lap with an arm thrown around your waist and a large hand stroking your stomach!

୨୧ your newly added weight is absolutely nothing to him

♡ with his genes, your hormones cause you to get mad at him so much for giving you his baby

୨୧ like, why are you carrying a 6 ft 8 inch man’s baby right now? why are you doing this to yourself? why did he do this to you?

♡ but you never really mean it, of course, and he knows that! so he never gets upset at you, he usually finds it pretty funny and cracks a small smirk before coming to comfort you

୨୧ don’t you dare ever even try to put your own shoes on around this man when you’re pregnant!

♡ he’ll be bending down and putting them on for you all the time, being incredibly overly gentle as to not get your skin caught in a clasp or tie the laces too right around you, asking if they feel okay before he stands back up straight

୨୧ peter is so so so in love with watching your bump grow just a tiny bit everyday!

♡ when your bump first appeared, he was actually who noticed it first… you were brushing your teeth together, his broad figure looming behind you before he halted his brushing and brought his hands to your stomach, making eye contact with you through the bathroom mirror

“ you have a bump… y’see it? ‘s only small for now, that’s our baby in there… ” ( his voice is so calm and gentle as he says it, as if he’s trying to approach a baby deer )

୨୧ after that day, whenever brushing his teeth behind you in the morning, he’ll always bring his hands down to your stomach to feel the bump

♡ he definitely takes record of the bump progression after that day too!

୨୧ he has an old polaroid camera that he takes pictures of your bump with, three pictures every month! he scribbles the date down on them before taping them inside of a photo album that grows fuller with each passing month of your pregnancy

♡ i feel like peter is the type of father to not actually want to know the gender before they’re born!

୨୧ he’ll be happy with any gender, it’s his baby! so he just doesn’t really see a major point of knowing before they’re born…

♡ but if you really wanted to know the gender before the birth, he’d do it for you

୨୧ he’ll absolutely want to practice braids and other hairstyles on you before the baby comes!

♡ you guys either sit in a comfortable silence with the tv on low as background noise or you have quiet conversations whilst he practices

“ i like this style… ‘s not too hard, you know? really gender neutral which is good too… ” ( he has a little trouble with braids and plaits because he has such large fingers but he’s determined to get the hang of it for his child )

୨୧ i can see peter actually really liking a few of the weird cravings you have…

♡ stuff like pickles dipped in nutella? yeah, he weirdly kind of likes them! he’s never against trying new stuff, no matter how strange, so when you held it up to him and told him he just had to try it, there was no hesitation from him

୨୧ he chews it normally, not making a sour face or gagging! i mean, he doesn’t think it’s incredible but he thinks it’s strangely nice enough and indulges in all of your cravings

♡ peter lets you wear his shirts all the time when you’re pregnant! i mean, he always let you wear them anyways but when you’re pregnant? he almost wants you to wear them more than you want to yourself

୨୧ he just really wants you to always be comfy and he knows just how oversized his shirts are on you, obviously! and he just thinks you look super cute with a bump in his shirt whilst your hair is messily tied back away from your face

♡ but he also loves when you wear fitting things, like dresses that really showcase your bump…

୨୧ that gets him going so baddd! he thinks you’re so hot with a bump, so beautiful carrying his child with the infamous pregnancy glow to your skin! he’ll always hold you on his lap, his hands tapping against your stomach as the baby kicks in response, his mouth pressing kisses to the skin of your shoulder and speaking lowly against it

“ y’look so beautiful, you know that, honey? so gorgeous carrying our baby… ” ( no but seriously, he already thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world but now with his baby? his attraction to you somehow doubled and he can’t get over how amazing you look )

♡ peter buys so many cat and bat plushies for the baby, they had a vast collection before they were even more than a few clumps of cells…

୨୧ he always comes home from tour with so many little plushies and toys, you probably don’t go with him because travelling whilst pregnant isn’t fun at all and he hates leaving you

♡ oh my goddd, he’d definitely get one of those little build a bear plushies with the press noise things inside!

୨୧ he puts a short recording of your baby’s heartbeat inside, so that he has a piece of them when touring, because obviously they’re not born yet an can’t talk to him over the phone as we wishes they could

♡ he calls you every day at least three times, spending hours on the phone with you! asking you if you’ve ate, if you feel okay, if you’re comfy and all that jazz, he needs to know you’re okay when he’s gone!

୨୧ so when he finally comes home with a bunch of plushies and toys he picked up in different cities, he shows you them all whilst laying in bed together, you cooing at how cute they are

♡ he probably doesn’t speak much when showing them to you but he will speak up to tell you a special reasoning behind why he got some of them! like how a cute vampire one reminded him of himself and a princess one reminded him of you <3

[yournaothings]

Living the Dream: Wake Up

@bored-animator Another update ;3

Norah finally wakes up.

We meet her attacker at last.

Sorry for the long pause! I've been pretty busy lately, been struggling with stuff, and of course my internet went down. D: I'm back now, thank you all for being patient. <3

Super nervous as to what you all think of this one. I hope you like it! I'm so sorry if it seems rushed.

This is one scene I've had playing in my head for weeks. I'm happy to finally get to it, but things are starting to heat up!

Characters and their Creators: Killer Sans: Rahafwabas Dust Sans: Ask-Dusttale Horror Sans: Sour-Apple-Studios Nightmare Sans: Jokublog XTale Sans(Cross): Jael Peñaloza/Jakei

Ink Sans: Comyet Underswap Sans (Blue) and Underswap Papyrus (Stretch): popcornpr1nce Dream Sans: Jokublog Shattered Dream: galacii Fresh Sans : Crayon Queen Core!Frisk: DokuDoki

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The day dragged on, it seemed and it only made everyone around him anxious. It made Dream feel so sick, but he carried on with his duties, trying his best to brighten everyone’s day up a little. He knew why the staff of the shop was so anxious, and he reassured them that there was no reason for it. 

Everything would be fine, they only need to be patient. 

Dream understood how hard it was for them; their friend had been in this coma for so long and a bit of hope had sparked within them the moment Dream agreed to help. Dream found out that the small family discussed the topic of closing the shop in favor of caring for Norah- Maria chose to keep the shop open for the day, stating that this wasn’t an emergency. “It would be selfish to stay closed when many folks are in need of their groceries.” 

It impressed Dream when Maria knew when the shop was going to be busy; it made sense after all, seeing how long she had been running the shop. A lot of folks depended on the small shop and would be caught in a pickle if they weren’t able to get what was needed. Still, he could feel the anxiety within her own soul; she was just as wound up as everyone else was. 

The bell chimed as the last customer walked out and Lily was quick enough to flip the sign to ‘closed’. She busied herself with the chore of cleaning the store, while Maria worked on counting the till and finishing up paperwork. 

Kai had already left for his second job a few hours ago and would meet everyone at the hospital later. Dream switched the radio to an upbeat song, then started to help Lily with cleaning the store up. The songs that played helped lighten the atmosphere; Dream helped a little too when he started to hum a familiar song. He could see the tension in Lily’s body relax and her smile returned. 

It was unusual to be this quiet, but Dream knew the women had a lot on their minds. Dream would have been just as stressed, but he only felt a peace course through his body and soul. He had the confidence that he would help Norah wake up and heal her body from whatever had made her sick. 

Once the chores were done and the money counted, Maria closed everything up and shut off the lights, as well as gently guiding Dream and Lily out of the store. They climbed into the car, waiting for Maria to start it and drive away. 

Dream watched Maria grip the steering wheel as her uneasiness reflected on her face.  She must have noticed him studying her; she smiled softly, uneasily and released a shaky laugh.  “I’m sorry, Dream. You must have been so uncomfortable all day.” Dream offered a sympathetic smile. “Do not worry about me, Maria. I understand and I am used to it. Just try to relax, everything will be fine.” 

Maria’s brows dipped down as she glanced at him worriedly. “What if you can’t save her?” 

You can’t save anyone. Stop now before you ruin everything.

He forced the negative thoughts down and he gave Maria a determined look. “Then I’ll try again. I won’t give up on Norah.” She needs my help and I won’t abandon her now.

“What do you plan to do?” It was Lily who asked, Dream glanced at her through the rearview mirror and smiled. “I plan to wake her up. From there, I will heal her body so she won’t be ill any longer.” Lily’s face pinched; “That sounds too easy.” She said, disbelief in her tone. Dream hummed in agreement. “It does, but I know I can do it.” Lily visibly relaxed at that, yet he could still feel her doubt. “I hope so, Dream. For both Norah’s and Felix.” 

The rest of the ride to the hospital was silent aside from the radio playing. Dream let himself relax, pulling the positivity from around him. The two women were still feeling apprehensive about what was to come and it only made Dream feel sick. They tried not to, but he understood. This was something serious, and they were trusting him even though they had only met him a few weeks ago. 

Maria pulled into a parking spot and Dream peered up at the hospital, already feeling the negativity of all who were sick and dying inside. He had to focus on his positivity. He siphoned in all the happiness and peace from around him, building up his strength.

Stepping out of the car, Dream stretched his bones before following the two women into the hospital. Because Norah was in her coma, she was on the Intensive Care Unit, which in this hospital was on the second floor. Once the doors to the elevator opened on the second floor, Dream inhaled deeply, already hearing Norah’s soul call out for help. She was close. 

They had to check in, let the nurses know they were in to visit, before Maria led her small group into Norah’s hospital room…

The darkness dripped all around the room, it was negativity for sure. It threatened to suffocate Dream as he drew in closer to the hospital bed where the young woman laid, looking peaceful in her sleep. But, he knew better, she was tormented within her dreams. Within her mind, where she was kept prisoner. 

Dark tendrils of negativity gripped around her soul, making her flinch at the pain. The darkness knew Dream was near. 

“Let’s begin with opening the blinds.” Dream began as he walked over to the windows and raised the blinds to let in the sunlight. “Oh,” Dream paused when he heard a new voice behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to see one of the nurses standing in the entryway; she looked nervous. “The doctor said to keep those closed during the day.” 

Dream looked confused. “I do not understand. She needs sunlight, it will help, I am sure of it.” The nurse continued to shuffle nervously. “Ah, he did not give an explanation other than the patient needed rest.” Dream raised a bone brow and shook his head. “I’m sorry, I will not close them. This room shouldn’t be dark. It’s no wonder why her brother is always so sad. Darkness welcomes the sad and depressed. We should be happy and relieved that Norah is still alive.” 

The nurse paused as she regarded Dream’s speech, and a small smile lifted at the corners of her lips. “I-I agree. Then, I will not trouble you with the blinds any longer. Please, if you need anything let me know.” She explained, smiling to all three before walking out. 

Dream turned away from the now opened windows, the sunlight pouring in and chasing away the darkness. “No wonder she wasn’t getting any better. She was being bathed in the dark.” He told Maria and Lily. He quietly walked over to Norah’s bedside and studied her. She looked thin and sickly. The doctor, whoever he was, wasn’t doing a very good job at trying to keep her nourished. 

“How much longer before Felix and Kai arrive?” Dream suddenly asks, his focus still on Norah. “They should both be here within twenty minutes.” Maria replied and Dream nodded. “We will wait for them. Felix should be here when she wakes up.” 

-

Felix was the first to burst into the room. He was in a panic, afraid of… Well, just about anything! More harm falling onto his sister. Norah possibly woke up and he wasn’t there. 

Her passing…

But, he was relieved to see Dream sitting beside Norah’s bedside, patiently waiting for the two men to arrive. Kai walked in after, politely shutting the door and closing the privacy curtain in case the nurses decided to come in and stop Dream. 

“You haven’t started yet?” Felix asked, sounding relieved. “I haven’t.” Dream confirms gently. “Are you ready for me to start?” Felix relaxes his tense shoulders and nods, his focus on his malnourished sister. “Yes, you can start.” With a nod, Dream stood quietly and raised his hand to hover over Norah’s body. 

“I am going to remove her soul from her body. Do not panic, she will be safe. I want to see what damage has been done to her.” Dream explains. “After I have finished checking her soul and I believe she is safe, I will wake her up. Please do not hover or try to interrupt me, it may cause more damage to Norah.” 

“Will it hurt her?” Felix asks, his voice small and unsure. He was so afraid. His sister had been through enough. She was his only family (aside from Lily) left. He couldn’t lose her.  “I will make sure she remains safe, Felix.” Dream said as he turned to look at him with a resolute expression. “This will not hurt her, I assure you.” 

Felix exhaled quietly, his eyes falling to watch Norah’s face, to watch for any sign of pain or discomfort. Fear filled the room too quickly- Dream began, cupped the air and when he pulled up, Norah’s green soul appeared over her body. 

Her soul was tainted with a darkness that swirled within her soul. They were like chains, binding her and imprisoning her. Dream’s eyes narrowed in wonder and upset; this was familiar to him, but he didn’t feel Nightmare’s presence. In fact, this darkness that bound Norah’s soul felt strange. It was different than Nightmare’s corruption.

With his magic, he worked at the corruption, struggling to remove it from her soul. The more he fought with it, the more strange and unfamiliar it became. He hadn’t witnessed anything like this before. He didn’t want to shove too much of his magic into her soul and make her worse, so he took his time. 

“What is on her soul?” Lily asked gently. She had found her place beside Felix, her hand in his and squeezed his in a form of comfort. “I believe it is corruption. I’ve seen something like this before, but this one is different.” Dream explained, but kept his eyes focused on Norah’s soul. “It’s strong magic.” He muttered, but they heard it. 

��Was it the doctor?” Felix asked, his voice dropping in anger- Dream sent him a look of warning. “I know you’re angry, Felix, but please. That form of negativity will only make this worse.” 

Felix bit his lip and glanced away, his hand squeezing Lily’s back. She did her best to soothe him. Maria stepped closer, watching Dream work at breaking the dark spell. He was careful, like a surgeon’s focus on making the proper incisions during surgery. Dream’s focus remained on Norah’s soul as he weaved his magic through the soul and broke each link of magic chains. 

During this, Maria took note of how the room brightened; not by the sunlight, but from Dream’s aura. His body glowed with bright positivity, that made him look ethereal. That image alone convinced her that Dream was an angel sent to them from the Stars above. A monster of miracles, brought to them in their time of need. 

The admiration from Maria filled Dream’s soul and with the helpful positivity, the last of the dark magic broke from Norah’s soul, filling her with nothing but Dream’s positive magic. With a soft, relieved sigh, Dream gently guided the soul back into Norah’s body.  “When I wake her up, do not hover. She may react poorly. Give her space until she is ready.” Dream warned, he didn’t wait for their agreement, and reached up to Norah’s head and used his magic, pulling her from the heavy blanket of sleep…

Norah’s usual beautiful brown eyes were darker than normal thanks to the deep sleep that she was under. Her pupils constricted at the bright light of the sunlight and the skeleton monster above her, causing her to squint before blinking a few times. She moaned softly, her voice scratchy as she tried to speak, her throat sore from being asleep for so long.  “Where-?” 

“N-Norah?” Felix asked as he cautiously stepped closer to her bedside, taking the place where the skeleton monster once stood. The monster backed away slowly, but stayed close; for what reason, she wasn’t sure of. He watched Felix closely, and she wondered if it was another trick from the doctor. 

Maria was quick to leave the room, requesting for some fresh ice water for Norah, as well as explaining that Norah was awake. 

“Fe-ix” She managed to get out and tried to clear her throat. “Norah, oh Stars, you’re awake!” He cried, tears instantly falling from his eyes. He leaned down to hug her, crying into her shoulder as she weakly hugged him back. She cried too, her tears mixing into his hair as she trembled and cried. The monster who stepped aside smiled, catching Norah’s attention.

His smile was so bright, serene, and charming. Nothing like the monster who put her under a spell and fed off of her emotions. This one, standing in her hospital room looked exactly like the one who she saw in her dreams. “You came after all?” She managed to get out, her voice scratchy and broken. 

“I did.” He said and his smile widened. Maria hurried in with a nurse who carried in a paper cup of ice chips. The nurse politely asked Felix to move away so she could check Norah’s vitals. He chose to sit beside the bed, his hand holding Norah’s as the nurse did their job. After getting cleared to have the ice, they helped sit Norah up in bed and she weakly crunched on the ice; the cold water soothing her throat. 

“Are you alright?” 

“I feel okay… How long was I asleep for?”

“Months. Do  you remember what happened?”

“I think so? I remember being held by strange wiggling black appendages before I was knocked out. Oh, wait. The doctor- whe- where is he?” 

Norah looked around the room, nervously before resting her tired eyes on Dream. He noticed how she studied him with distrust. “You… You’re not the doctor, right? He can disguise himself.”

The room fell silent, the four humans had to take a moment for that to settle in their minds. Dream tensed, he looked so worried now. “I am not the doctor, Norah. But, the way you describe him… Tell me, have you seen his face?” Norah nodded, and she gestures towards him. “He looks just like you, but with black goo.” 

Felix was up on his feet in an instant, his anger returning fast. “You’re the attacker?!” Dream raised his hands to try and calm Felix down. He was so confused; the only one he knew with black goo was his brother. But, he supposed there could be a possibility someone could shapeshift. But with black goo? 

“I am not the doctor.” He repeated to Felix. “I do not have the corruption she is talking about either.” He turned his attention to Norah then. “Did he tell you his name?” Norah shook her head at that. She paused and closed her eyes as a dizzy spell hit her after such a small motion. “When he is a doctor, he looks like a normal monster. But, when no one is around, he is back to his black goo body with those tendrils behind him. He wears a crown on his head, or��� Not a crown, but a circlet? It looks like two hands reaching for each other in the center- ah, like this.” 

Norah demonstrates what she was meaning by bringing her hands together, one with the palm turned up and the other with the palm turned down, both in a cupping motion as if they were about to grab onto each other. 

Dream’s face paled, he knew what she was talking about. It was the same as his own- did someone take it after he left? Were they playing a prank or were they trying to sabotage him? 

“His one good eye was golden, like yours. But, he holds no compassion, no happiness in that eye. He said that my ancestors had hurt his family long ago and that I had to pay for their crimes.” 

“What the fuck-?!” Felix shouted, Maria snapped at him to not shout or curse in the hospital. However, everything around Dream seemed to fade away as he thought over what Norah said. 

How could that be? Nightmare wouldn’t do that, right? There was no one else in this multiverse who looked like him or his brother. 

Right? 

What if there was? Blue and Ink… They are different versions of the classic skeleton known as Sans. Is it possible that there are different versions of Nightmare and I?

“Well, this is quite the surprise.” 

Everyone in the room turned their attention to the entryway where the doctor stood. His false smile stretched across his lips as he studied the room.  “What a relief, you are awake, Norah-” 

“Enough pretending, you prick.” Felix snapped, his anger targeted at the doctor now. “We know you’re the one who hurt Norah. Drop the fucking act.” His tone dripped with venom, he sounded ready to fight. To tear the asshole into pieces. 

“I see.” The doctor said gently, his smile falling for a moment, before he grinned cruelly. “What a relief. This play-pretend was getting old.” The six of them watched in horror as the disguise fell away to reveal a skeleton monster; his black goo, the corruption dripped off of his body and the tentacles at his back swayed like a cat’s tail would.  

Just as Norah said, the monster looked exactly like Dream, but with the corruption covering his entire body. Dream noted how the damaged eye socket was opposite of his brother’s. “Who are you?” Dream demanded, stepping in between the monster and the small family. He balled his fists at his sides- he wasn’t all alarmed when his weapons didn’t materialize in his grasp. He left them behind, after all. 

“Dream~” The monster purred, his grin widening. “I was surprised you showed up here. At first, I thought you came to stop me, but when I noticed the depression and sadness, I knew you were simply following the same path I did.” 

“What are you talking about? How do you know about me? Explain yourself!” Dream demanded, panic settling in his soul that he refused to show. However, this monster before him seemed to know exactly what he was hiding.  “Do you not get it, yet?” The monster laughed. “I am you. My name is Dream- well, no. See, I used to be like you. Until my last fight with my corrupted brother. After he accused me of not knowing his pain, I ate the black apple, and my soul shattered; I became corrupted myself while my brother was back to normal.

“So, yes. I am Dream, but I go by a different name now; I am called Shattered Dream.”

—

Something was wrong and Nightmare needed to know what it was. 

It was a simple mission to feed off of the negativity that was growing within the multiverse, and to his luck, his boys caught up with Ink and Blue. 

“It’s quite unusual for you both to be out here. Where is my brother? I can tell he’s done something foolish.” 

Blue and Ink looked at each other, but kept their teeth tightly sealed. “You won’t get anything from us!” Blue exclaimed, stubbornly.  “That’s right!” Nightmare rolled his eyelight. He was in no mood for their games. “What has my idiot brother done this time, tell me this instant!” He snapped at them, threatening them with his tentacles, sharpened at the ends and pointed at the two skeletons. 

“We’re not telling you!” Blue repeated again. “Yeah! We don’t even know where he is anyway!” The silly, forgetful skeleton explained. “Ink!” Blue snapped in disbelief at his friend. “Nightmare wasn’t supposed to know that!” Ink looked confused, his eye lights flashing different colors and shapes. “Oh, he wasn’t?” Blue sighed, and if he wasn’t tied up right now, he’d slap his hand over his face. 

“Holy shit, Dream Boy is gone?” Killer asked in disbelief. “Did he really run away?” Cross asked and he pulled his phone out to check over his latest messages with his best friend Epic. Nightmare glared at Cross; “What do you mean by that, Cross?” 

Cross, realizing his mistake, made himself as small as he could before Nightmare’s rising rage. “Do you mean to tell me that you kept this from me?!” Cross stuttered as he tried to get himself out of trouble with Nightmare. “I-I didn’t realize it was true, boss!” Nightmare groaned and pinched the bridge of his nasal bone. “Idiots, all of you.” He muttered to himself. 

The sound of Error’s glitching portal opened behind him, further irritating the Guardian of Negativity. “T-There y-y-you are-e.” Error spoke, his glitches were grating on Nightmare’s already thinning patience. “I-I-I found-d-d D-Dream-m.” 

The group of skeletons perked up, Blue and Ink looking happy. Ink burst from his bindings somehow. “That’s great, Error! Where is he?” 

Nightmare watched Error’s expression twist in unease and he threw his thumb back at the portal behind him. “H-He’s on th-he other si-ide of the m-multivers-s-se. Nightm-mare, you b-better com-me see this-s too-o.” 

Error wasn’t one to let monsters and humans come into his space, but he let this one slide. Once everyone had entered, and Error smacking both Ink and Killer for trying to mess with his things, he opened a window to show the AU where Dream was “hiding” out at. 

“I-I thought may-ybe he was-s on vac-c-cation. B-B-But he’s be-e-een here for we-e-eeks.” Error started to explain. “I-I-I thought he wa-a-as going after you-u-u, Night-tmare, but lo-o-ok.” 

Nightmare watched closely as Error finished searching for Dream again, only to find him in a hospital. He stood between a group of humans and-

“Holy shit!”

“It’s another Nightmare!” 

“Cool!” 

Nightmare frowned, his eye socket narrowing into a small glare. “That is not me, you idiots.” Error turned to look back at Nightmare with a frown.  “Th-he ano-anomaly’s name is-s Shattered Dream.” Ink snapped his fingers suddenly as if remembering something. “Oh yeah! There was an AU where Dream ate Nightmare’s apple and he became the new Nightmare!” 

“What is Dream doing there with him?” Nightmare asked, frowning deeply. A different kind of anger is consuming him now. A sense to go and protect his brother joined the anger, but Nightmare wasn’t about to unpack that.

“Th-The sick hu-uman pis-s-sed the an-nomaly off, app-parrently. Dre-e-am sa-aved her, and now is-s facing-g-g hi-im.” 

“That idiot.” Nightmare grumbled under his breath. He had this feeling that Dream would be no match for this version of himself. Facing an enemy, Dream always don his usual attire, circlet, and weapons. Something was wrong. 

“We need to go to him, then!” Blue explained and suddenly pulled out of his inventory, Dream’s weapons and circlet. “He does not have his weapons!” Nightmare rolled his eyelight. He knew it. “Error, take us there this instant-”

Error interrupted Nightmare with a laugh and shook his head. “I-I’m not doi-ing anything of-f the sort-t. N-Not without pay-yment!” Nightmare’s eyelight rolled once again, and he released a heavy sigh. “You will get your chocolate bars. Now, take me to Dream, this instant!” Error acted like he was thinking about it, Nightmare’s anger began to rile  up once more. The moment Nightmare’s tentacles sharpened, Error gave in. “Fi-ine.” 

The window disappeared and a portal took it’s place. Nightmare didn’t have to give any commands, he knew his boys would follow him through. Blue and Ink were quick to follow after Nightmare, Cross hurrying after to catch up to his boss. Killer, Dust, and Horror followed right after at a more leisurely pace.

[englishmoribund]

The Enigmatic Grimalkin: Unveiling the Esoteric Significance of a Feline Figurine

Have you ever heard of the word "grimalkin"? This word, which is not commonly used today, has a long and fascinating history in the English language. In this blog post, we will explore the origins of grimalkin, its usage in literature, its etymology, and its figurative and literal definitions.

History and Usage:

Grimalkin is an old-fashioned term for a female cat, especially an old or ill-tempered one. The word is not often used in modern English, but it has a long history of use in literature, particularly in poetry and folklore.

For example, in Shakespeare's "Macbeth," one of the witches refers to her familiar, a cat named Graymalkin. Similarly, in the English nursery rhyme "Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat," the titular feline is sometimes called a "grimalkin." Other notable uses of the term include Edgar Allan Poe's "The Black Cat" and Beatrix Potter's "The Tale of Ginger and Pickles."

Etymology:

The etymology of grimalkin is somewhat unclear, but it is believed to come from two words in Middle English: "grim," meaning fierce or cruel, and "malkin," a diminutive form of the name "Mary." The latter is thought to have been a common name for female cats in the Middle Ages, possibly due to the association of cats with the Virgin Mary.

Figurative and Literal Definitions:

In addition to its literal definition as an old or ill-tempered female cat, grimalkin has taken on several figurative meanings over the years. It can be used to describe a woman who is old, ugly, or unpleasant, particularly in appearance or demeanor. For example, "Mrs. Norris was a grimalkin of a woman, with a sour expression and a sharp tongue."

Grimalkin can also be used to describe a person who is cunning, sly, or sneaky, particularly in a negative sense. This usage is often associated with the idea of a witch's familiar, a supernatural being in the form of a cat that helps a witch carry out her magic.

In conclusion, the word grimalkin is a fascinating example of how language can evolve over time. While it is not commonly used today, it has a rich history in literature and folklore, and its figurative meanings continue to resonate with modern audiences. Whether referring to a cantankerous old cat or a shrewd and crafty person, grimalkin remains a powerful and evocative term in the English language.

[mxdam]

for your brain worms: what is your fav thing about Margarethe that you never get to talk about? What is your fave negative thing about her? What are her fav foods and drinks and what does she end up eating the most and why? When was she her happiest, and when is she her happiest now?

aw yiss, headcanon time! thank you for sending these in 🫶

i think my favorite thing about her is that she's got the capacity to be quite loving and tender. i don't talk about it much because that's a quality buried far below the surface; it really only arises under special circumstances. and there's a level on which even some of her shittiest or most annoying behaviors are actually an expression of love or a desire to be loving, even though she's horrible at it.

my fav negative thing about her is just... the Audacity™. like she really will try to get away with absolutely ANYTHING, and she will feel like that's fine because it's her, she's gonna get what she wants, and that's it. in a way, it's almost admirable that she has this very strong core of "fuck you, i get what i want," given the circumstances of her childhood and the overall disempowering state she's been in throughout her life.

margarethe's whole food/drink thing is a lot of fun. she really enjoys strong, bold flavors, so she loves a good red wine (cersei lannister style) and probably would drink an IPA or sour in ye modern day (light beers or anything that's considered more "drinkable" would be offensive to her, much like an overly sweet wine would be offensive to her). favorite foods, if it ain't cheese don't even talk to her... but fr, she loves cheese. day-to-day she's more likely to eat a fresh young farmer's cheese, given that she lives in a farmhouse, but she will decimate, DESTROY, anything blue, aged, washed, etc. and you will believe that a woman can become one with the roquefort. (dairy in general is a love for her. she is a menace with a can of whipped cream.) she similarly loves anything pickled, smoked, or preserved in salt. this woman has the most staggering midnight snack sessions known to man.

she was probably at her happiest in the "middle years" w/ francis and the girls--their toddlerhood into early childhood. not to say that her PPD just magically took care of itself but time certainly helped and so did interacting with the girls in safe, positive ways. she had no idea about francis' lying, etc. at this point so she would have assumed this was the Happy Fulfillment of her Life's Purpose. she is very, very, very, very rarely happy now except in individual moments. her overall mood is rarely good, although she can be neutral if not content.

[suffer-for-supper]

In the spirit of Earth Day -and totally not because I happened to go down a rabbit hole centering on marine "plant"life- I'd like to take this time to point out how very many types of edible algae there are.

Nori (which is what California likes to put inside their sushi -the heretics they are), is made of various types of edible red algae. It is also used in foods like nori chicken (try it, it's good), kaki mochi/arare/mochi crunch (found here in Hawaii in the snacks aisle at Walmart), furikake (seasoning), and much more.

Wakame, a brown algae, is used in miso soup and other dishes (or just eat it on its own, I know I would) is high in various minerals, mainly manganese and sodium. It's also yummy, and cronchy. Imagine a pickle that isn't necessarily sour. But like, in the vague shape of a noodle. I recommend it. Highly.

Grapestone is a red algae that can be cooked up like in stir fry or in a soup, and apparently tastes like oysters. It can be fished, but harvest responsibly.

Sea grapes! C. Lentillifera is a cronchy algae that reportedly pops like caviar! I want to try it myself. Apparently umami.

Giant kelp. You can eat it, and it's hot a bunch of nutrients making it suitable as a dietary supplement.

Sea lettuce. Apparently it's a green algae. Though it may contain toxic heavy metals depending on where it was harvested from.

There are many more. Seaweed farming is a carbon-negative affair. But it can have side effects depending on how it is done. For example, wakame seaweed is invasive in the USA and New Zealand.

[myloskelett]

Food Log (bcs I like looking at them)

Breakfast: Nothing

Lunch: 0 Sugar Lemon VitaminWater 0 cals

Dinner: Sour cream and Onion Popchips 99 cals

Snacks: Dill Pickles (technically a few calories), gum (5 cals), and Coke Zero

Total: aprx 117 cals

I also went on a walk and I've been really active at work so I'm definitely in the negative for net cals

[shirazendodontics]

The Role of Saliva in Preventing and Treating Bleeding Gums

Bleeding gums can be a sign of gum disease, which affects the tissues surrounding and supporting the teeth. While several factors contribute to gum disease, one often overlooked aspect is the role of saliva. Saliva is crucial in maintaining oral health, including preventing and treating bleeding gums. In this article, we will explore the importance of saliva in oral health, its role in preventing gum disease, and how it can aid in treating bleeding gums.

The Importance of Saliva

Saliva is more than just a lubricant in the mouth; it is a complex fluid with various functions. It helps with food digestion, protects teeth from acid erosion, maintains oral pH balance, and aids in the natural defence against harmful bacteria. Saliva contains enzymes, antibodies, and antimicrobial agents that help fight off pathogens and maintain a healthy oral environment.

Saliva and Gum Disease

Gum disease, or periodontal disease, is primarily caused by plaque buildup, a sticky film of bacteria that forms on teeth and gums. If plaque is not effectively removed through proper oral hygiene practices, it can lead to inflammation of the gums (gingivitis) and eventually progress to more severe forms of gum disease.

Saliva plays a critical role in preventing gum disease by:

Flushing away bacteria: Saliva helps wash away bacteria and food particles, reducing plaque buildup on teeth and gums.

Neutralising acids: Saliva contains buffers that neutralise acids produced by bacteria, preventing acid erosion of tooth enamel and gum irritation.

Providing immune defence: Saliva contains antibodies and antimicrobial agents that combat harmful bacteria, protecting the gums from infection.

Saliva and Bleeding Gums

Bleeding gums are often a sign of gum inflammation, known as gingivitis. Saliva can help prevent and treat bleeding gums by:

Moisturising and soothing the gums: Saliva keeps the gums moist, preventing dryness and reducing the risk of tissue damage and bleeding.

Promoting healing: Saliva contains growth factors and proteins that aid in tissue repair and regeneration, facilitating the healing process of damaged gums.

Enhancing immune response: Saliva's antimicrobial properties help control bacterial growth, reducing inflammation and preventing further gum damage.

Assisting in oral hygiene practices: Saliva helps in the lubrication and movement of the tongue and cheeks during chewing and speaking, facilitating proper oral hygiene practices such as brushing and flossing.

Maintaining Healthy Saliva Production

To ensure optimal saliva production and support gum health, it is essential to:

Stay hydrated: Drinking adequate water helps maintain saliva flow and prevents dry mouth, a condition that can contribute to gum problems.

Maintain good oral hygiene: Regular brushing, flossing, and using an antibacterial mouthwash help keep bacteria at bay and promote a healthy oral environment.

Avoid tobacco and alcohol: Smoking and excessive alcohol consumption can negatively impact saliva production and increase the risk of gum disease.

Visit your dentist regularly: Regular dental check-ups allow your dentist to monitor your oral health and address any issues, including gum disease, at an early stage.

Tips for Maintaining Optimal Saliva Production

In addition to practising good oral hygiene and visiting your dentist regularly, the following tips can help maintain optimal saliva production and support gum health:

Chewing sugar-free gum: Chewing gum stimulates saliva flow, which can help wash away bacteria and maintain a moist oral environment. Opt for sugar-free gum to avoid promoting tooth decay.

Eating saliva-stimulating foods: Certain foods can stimulate saliva production, such as crunchy fruits and vegetables (e.g., apples and celery) and sour foods (e.g., lemon pickles). Including these foods in your diet can aid in saliva flow.

Limiting caffeine and alcohol intake: Caffeine and alcohol can contribute to dehydration, reducing saliva production. Restricting your consumption of caffeinated beverages and alcoholic drinks can help maintain adequate saliva levels.

Using a humidifier: Dry air can contribute to dry mouth and reduced saliva production. Using a humidifier in your bedroom or office can help maintain moisture in the air and prevent dryness.

Managing stress: Stress and anxiety can contribute to dry mouth. Practising stress management techniques such as deep breathing exercises, meditation, or engaging in relaxing activities can help reduce stress levels and promote optimal saliva production.

Avoiding medications that cause dry mouth: Certain medications, such as antihistamines, antidepressants, and some blood pressure medications, can cause dry mouth as a side effect. If you take any medicines contributing to dry mouth, speak with your healthcare provider about potential alternatives or strategies to manage the side effects.

Maintaining a healthy saliva flow is essential for preventing and bleeding gums treatment. Implementing these additional tips, good oral hygiene practices, and regular dental visits will contribute to optimal gum health and overall oral well-being.

Conclusion

By understanding the role of saliva and implementing strategies to maintain optimal saliva production, you can effectively prevent and treat bleeding gums. Good oral hygiene, staying hydrated, avoiding tobacco and alcohol, and adopting saliva-stimulating habits can significantly contribute to maintaining a healthy oral environment. Also, managing stress levels and being mindful of medications that may cause dry mouth can support optimal saliva flow. Remember, prioritising your oral health and seeking professional dental care when needed will result in healthier gums and a brighter smile.

[astroismypassion]

Astrology observations 🦒🦒🦒

Credit goes to my blog @astroismypassion

🦒 I noticed all Aries Moon indiviudal have innate athletic potential, they could definitely BE the sporty type. However, I lot of them are not really aware of that since they can struggle with motivation to keep going. Especially if they are going through something emotional and are more in their head, they might be veryy indulgent and completely ignore their physical health.

🦒Also, Aries Moons love salty, oily (fast) food (chips, fries, burgers, fried chicken).

🦒 Also Aries Moons, love of sour things? Sour candy, pickled cucumbers, lemonade und really sour drinks.

🦒 8th Stellium in Solar Return chart can be more of a transformation on an inner level. It's easier to let go of past relationships that you might be still holding on, bad habits (since you have more self-control), you just purge things. You could be met with new roles, duties and responsibilities that you are in charge of, meaning more "power" is in your hands. There could be challenging, tough times at some point in the year, but still you are feeling much more confident, because you have new strength to truly face things once and for all.

🦒 In you Sagittarius Ascendant Solar Return year, you will have PLENTY of opportunities to grow in all of your areas in life, to experience more life and expand your horizon, to come in contact with new people, culture, opinions, beliefs and outlook on life. I'm not kidding when I say you will get 2, 3 up to 5 different offers a day. To be a part of a study group, to go on a trip, to join a social gathering, to go to a wine/cheese tasting, to travel for work etc.

🦒 The person you have Mars in the 12th house overlay in synastry with is literally the person you are still holding on. You might think "nah, that can't be", but on a subconscious level you ARE still holding on what more you could have had with them. They could also represent some sort of hidden ideal of yours, that you end up comparing new people to them. This overlay has unconditional vibe to it, so it's hard for you to be vulnerable with new people and completely move on. I think it take quite some digging into your own pysche, so that you try to uncover some of your patterns and truly deal with them.

🦒 I hacked Pisces Venus, they are only clingly, lovey dovey with their partner, person when that person is MORE emotional, romantic than they appear to be. They are only okay with sentimental stuff when they feel like they are with a partner that is sensitive, romantic, a kind soul to everyone and MORE EMOTIONAL than them. It's the only time they truly open up. Other times, Pisces Venus individual really don't live up to their whole romantic potential in a relationship. I noticed they can often be with "one foot out" in a relationship, when they don't think their partner is matching up with them. Since they see their relationship as a "sacrifice" on their end then.

🦒 And honestly Pisces Venus has really really high standards, much like Taurus Venus has, they are just not as vocal about it, because they test those standards on you by FEELING and not actually SEEING it in a material world like Taurus Venus does.

🦒 Jupiter in the 12th house is much more positive overlay than people make it to be. When it's positive and developed (not badly aspected too), you are really uplifting and encouraging each other. But negatively, it can be a lot of missed opportunities.

🦒 Any Gemini placement in the Composite chart, if it's a romantic relationship, represents your friends trying to get you together. You are both just so reserved, overthinking or shy about it.

🦒 Scorpio Moons are hopeless romantics and no one will convince me otherwise. Yes, they are pyhsical, sensual, but they will fantasize about their dream wedding in the back of their mind. They are still yearning that one day they will have a fairytale wedding with a person that won't betray them and love them through thick and thin. Also, these people are the matchmakers of the zodiac. This Moon always tries to set two people together if they suspect romantic potential.

🦒 Another Cancer Moon men observation is that they seem to want a sister like bond with their partner. They usually grew up with a sister that they are close with or it empacted them a lot or they helped raising their sister.

🦒 You can see in the Composite chart by the Mars sign who are the people that brought you two together in a bond/connection. So the Mars sign the Composite is that person's Sun sign.

🦒When you hear someone say "oh all Virgos are such flirts" it's always that you see a Sun sign THROUGH THE HOUSE that Virgo sign is over, for example over your 7th house. If you have Cancer over 8th house, you see Cancer Sun and all Cancer placements through 8th house. If you have Virgo over your 4th house, you see the in a Cancerian light. So you can use this when you are trying to decipher which Sun sign someone is. You meet someone and right away you go "oh this person is a Scorpio Sun", because of how reserved, enigmatic, bubbly and mysterious they are. But then what you do to not get it wrong is, think about OVER which HOUSE Scorpio is in your natal chart and also in which HOUSE Pluto is. And when you decipher the house, this is usually the real Sun sign of that person that gave you Scorpio vibes at first.

Credit goes to my blog @astroismypassion

[jayfortheday]

Hello💘💘 I LOVE ur writing and if ur taking requests atm can I request a kinda funny one shot for Vance Hopper where the reader is rly sweet and polite so they never complain about their food order being wrong so Vance is always the one to be like “THEY ASKED FOR NO PICKLES”

No Pickles (Vance Hopper)

Pairing: Vance Hopper x GN!Reader (romantic or platonic)

Word count: 791

Description: Vance and Y/N get fast food together and Y/N receives the wrong order. They're too shy to get it corrected so Vance does it for them

Tags: Fluffy, fast food date

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Ever since you had become friends, you and Vance had made it a point to get burgers for lunch every Saturday. This saturday was no different in that regard. Vance met you outside your house at 11:30 to walk with you over to the local McDonald’s. On the walk over, you discussed school. There’s always more to discuss with you and Vance being in different grades. 

You talked about teachers and classmates and homework and upcoming tests. You loved talking to Vance, no matter the topic, one reason these outings were so special. You arrived to the restaurant at around 11:45, just in time to meet the rest of the lunch rush. However, being a smaller town, the rush wasn’t large. You only had to wait in line for about five minutes before it was your turn. 

As normal, Vance let you order first as he examined the menu, even though you knew he knew what he wanted. 

“Hi, um, can I just get a cheeseburger with no mustard?” Even though you tried to project, your voice was still quiet. If this cashier wasn’t one who had served you many times, she probably wouldn’t have understood what you wanted. She nodded as she punched the buttons on her register. 

“Any fries today?” She asked with that artificial customer service voice. You nodded in response. “59 cents today,” she said, reading the number off the register.

You handed her a dollar bill and waited for her to count out your change of 41 cents. She handed the coins to you and you stepped away from the register. You paused by Vance. 

“You wanna find a table while I get our stuff?” He suggested. You nodded with a small smile and headed into the dining area. Your favorite table by the window was available so you rushed over and sat at it. You took the opportunity to put your coins into your pocket as you waited for Vance to return. 

After a couple of minutes of staring out the window, Vance walked over with two bags in hand. 

“Number one,” he said as he plopped one of the bags in front of you. “And number two.” He put the second bag on the table near his spot. He reached into his bag, pulled out the fry container, and popped one into his mouth. You reached into your bag and pulled out your wrapped burger. You unwrapped it and lifted the top bun to check if they remembered to leave off the mustard. As you half expected, there it was, a sickly yellow sauce sitting on top of the burger. 

The slightly sour look on your face must have given you away. Vance suddenly leaned over the table to examine the burger with you. He could already see the gears in your head turning, debating whether to ask for another one or just suck it up and eat is as-is. 

“I can go get you another one if you want,” he suggested, pointing his thumb towards the register. 

“Oh, no, no it’s ok, it’s fine, really,” you responded, already embarrassed at the thought. You hated complaining about things, they always felt so small. Vance smiled a bit, seeing through your rambles. 

“Give it here,” Vance said, holding out his hand expectantly. There wasn’t any annoyance in his face or really any negative emotion, he was fine doing this. You sighed a little, rewrapped the sandwich and handed it to Vance. He took it, stood up, and walked otwards the register.

Blush spread through your face as you watched him. You knew that, for him, this was no big deal but you thought it was. You rest your elbows and chin on the table and clasped your hands on top of your head. You kept a close eye on the counter. Vance raised the burger in his hand as he talked to the woman at the register before setting it down on the counter. An apologetic smile crossed her face as she spoke indistinctly to Vance. She turned behind her and shouted something to the kitchen. 

After a couple seconds, someone in the back handed her a new sandwich and she, in turn, handed it to Vance. He grabbed both burgers and walked back to the table. Your eyes followed him as he crossed the room and sat back down. He handed you the new sandwich and kept your old one.

“See?” He smiled, closing his eyes. “No big deal.”

“I swear, Vance Hopper, you’re a fuckin’ magician,” you giggled, unwrapping the new burger and taking a bite. This one was better, you couldn’t taste any mustard. 

“What can I say,” he said, looking at you fondly. “Guess I’m just superhuman or something.”

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Such a fun little prompt, I love writing funny stories. Also, did I research McDonald's prices for the '70s? Yes, I did. I'm committed to the craft. I also wish to note that I hate mustard with every fiber of my being

[hydnellumania]

Baneful magic ingredients and their correspondences

I got a LOT of these from @afledglings-guideto-witchcraft when they answered an ask I sent in, that blog is a fantastic place for information whether you've been practicing a few days or a few years imo.

I've been posting a lot about trying to find information on this subject and now I've gotten a good list compiled in a google doc and figured I'd share it with y'all, feel free to add on your own notes or just any commentary you have or experiences you've had using certain ingredients. I'm using some of these to make a hex jar to try and help a friend out with a shitty abusive household, which I might post more about if y'all would be interested in it, or if I just feel up to it.

Black pepper: bad luck, punishing negative energies

Pickle juice: to bring sourness

Broken glass: cutting ties, warding off negative energies, pain

Black salt: banishment

Thumb tacks: pain and suffering

Rotten tea/anything moldy: for detriment on their life

Hot peppers: pain, irritation, burning, anger

Garlic: disgust and repulsion

Dead matches: to drain energy

Salt: to intensify wounds, to sting, to keep someone away

Mustard seed: strife and discord

Onion: breaking relationships/habits/etc, strife

Lemons: causing pain (think lemon juice on a cut), souring a relationship, or any good luck the target has been receiving lately.

Rusty Nails: can be stabbed into lemons, or added to sour jars/hex jars. Pins the hex/curse to the target.

Vinegar: souring, dissolves relationships

Poppyseed: intoxication and confusion

Alum: stops communication/speech.

Small pickles: male impotency

Beet pickles: female hormonal problems

Thick mud: darkness, suffocation, feeling trapped

Feces/urine: to make their life nasty

Black candle wax or strings: binds the curse to the target

Coffee: insomnia

Tea: lethargy/oversleeping

Gravel: Being crushed and stepped on by life and the people around you

Don't ever let anyone tell you you are a bad person or you're going to get hurt if you practice baneful magic at all no matter what. The threefold law is a rule that Wiccans follow, no one else is obligated to believe in it, I respect people who believe in it and they should respect people who don't. Always make sure to judge a situation very carefully and use this magic appropriately.

And, very very important, research on how to protect yourself from a spell backfiring (because you can get hurt), make sure that your intention is very focused on your specific target(s), and, if you're doing something similar to what I'm doing, do something (protection jars, spells, etc) to protect other people around this person or people from the effects of the jinx, hex, or curse. Oh and if you're casting a spell on someone else who practices witchcraft, make sure you know the signs if they deflect the spell back onto you and try and do what you can to prevent that from happening.

[sapphyhoney]

🔥”BEGONE NEIGHBORS”🔥Hex Spell Jar

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A spell to make any neighbor flee from their home or property.

Disclaimer: I’d like to specify that I used this spell for some horrible people who lived near us who everyone in the neighborhood hated. That being said use it responsibly and make sure to self reflect or to see if there is an alternative way to get rid or stop their behavior first.

Made this spell a while ago and in about 1-2 weeks the neighbors were kicked out of their home after months and months of empty promises and inaction.

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Ingredients:

+ empty pint jar

+ kosher salt (any salt really)

+ crushed red pepper flakes

+ dried whole red pepper (optional)

+ ground paprika

+ chili powder

+ 1/2 pint of charged waning or storm/rain moon water

+ garlic powder

+ iron nails

+ push pins

+ black salt

+ pickle juice

+ 1 tsp vinegar

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Meanings of said ingredients:

- red pepper/chili powder : to cause pain, anger, intensifies spell

- salt: to protect the castor, to inflict pain

- paprika: adds boost to spell’s energy/influence

- garlic powder: repels negative forces, banishes

- iron nails/push pins: to cause pain or harm, adds power to spell

- black salt: to banish negativity, protects castor

- pickle juice: to sour one’s life

-vinegar: to stink up someone’s life, banishing/cursing, drive negative forces away

(Vinegar will explode if too potent or in large quantities when shaken over time so make sure to put a small amount and dilute it.)

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Steps:

1. Place liquids first in jar. Then add dry ingredients. Be sure to mentally label what their intent is.

2. Place nails and pushpins in the jar. Close the jar. Repeat,

“May your actions catch up to you and cause you to flee from your home.”

3. Shake closed jar and repeat the phrase.

“May the hex be lifted once you leave and never return.”

4. Seal the jar with black wax. Put the jar in a black bag and put it in a dark place. (I personally chose a dark cupboard in the garage.)

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Be sure to cast a circle or ward before or cleanse after the spell! Always have protection spells in case of it backfiring.

[zombie-graveyrd]

Let’s talk hexing

Hexing is different than curses and Jinx’s.

Jinx:

A jinx may cause an unfortunate event or a series of bad luck (temporary) are meant to cause discomfort or to inconvenience the target.

Hexes:

A hex may intend to effect well-being, love life or health (longer lasting than jinx’s) are meant to cause bad luck to the target.

Curses:

A curse is a strong hex intending to cause specific troubles (can be short term but usually long lasting) are meant to cause direct harm to the target.

Ingredients:

Black pepper: bad luck, punishing negative energies

Pickle juice: to bring sourness

Black salt: banishment

Thumb tacks: pain and suffering

Hot peppers: pain, irritation, burning, anger

Salt: to intensify wounds, to sting, to keep someone away

Mustard seed: strife and discord

Onion: breaking relationships/habits/etc, strife

Lemons: causing pain (think lemon juice on a cut), souring a relationship, or any good luck the target has been receiving lately.

Small pickles: male impotency

Coffee: insomnia

war water

Chili to cause pain and "sourness"

Amethyst: nightmares, illusion, paranoia

Broken glass: cutting ties, warding off negative energies, pain

Rotten tea/anything moldy: for detriment on their life

Vinegar: souring, dissolves relationships

Tea: lethargy/oversleeping

These are some things you can use I encourage you to do your own research and make sure you are protected.

Now baby witches i don’t really encourage you guys to hex or do anything baneful until you are very sure you know what your doing, your protected, you’ve done your own research, and you’ve been practicing for more than 2 months! You shouldn’t go into witchcraft thinking it’s all love and peace because it dose have that aspect to it but there is baneful magic.

Baneful magic doesn’t make you a shitty person. There are lots of reasons why people hex. You aren’t a bad person for doing it. Also not everyone believes in the 3 fold law. The 3 fold law is primarily practiced by modern wiccans and not everyone believes in it.

Happy hexing babes!

[kyuhu]

You can't go "Feliks is the dude to eat raw whole pickles from a jar" and just not elaborate on that, I need this deep lore

Prffff the "deep lore" was a conversation about having the impression of polish cuisine beeing a little on the sour side? Not ment in a negative way. So it kinda led us to talk about Feliks liking pickles while simultaneously talking about L.ietUkr always having a stack of snacks for visitors. And since Feliks seems to be the person to pay people surprise visits to complain about anything and everything while staying for hours, we ended up joking about Liet and U.kraine having somewhat of an emergency jar of pickles for Feliks because he likes them. So Feliks just ends up sitting on their couch blabbering and eating them with a fork, shfgaf it was just for fun ;v;

[burgerdudes]

🍔 Updated review ━ 📍 Mugwort BBQ Shack ★★★★☆ • The barbecue restaurant Mugwort BBQ Shack in Gråbo, 30 km north of Gothenburg, has a strong connection to both BBQ and the Swedish burger scene, since they also organize the annual Swedish national burger championships. We first reviewed them back in 2020, but during our latest visit they’d really tightened their menu and now only offered two burgers; a classic single patty Cheeseburger with 100 grams of beef for 75 SEK (8.5 USD) and their double Shackburger with 200 grams of beef for 145 SEK (17 USD). We tried both of them, of course. • Our burgers came served in a classic plastic tray and looked good in a refreshingly unpretentious way. Their Shackburger with two beef patties, cheese, pommes pinnes (thinly cut potato snacks), fried onions and sauce really caught our attention, and we started with it. The potato bun felt great in our hand as always, and the first bite was promising with a nice crust on the beef plus some robust flavours from the heavily fried onions, the sweetness from the burger sauce and the crispy potato snacks. The ratio between the ingredients was great, even though we would have liked to see something that cut through the sweetness to really lift the flavours. • Their single-patty Cheeseburger was just like a high-quality fast food burger, which we mean in a positive sense. Cheese, finely chopped white onions, pickles, ketchup and mustard is a classic combination that seldom misses its mark. The only negative thing about it was that the burger felt a bit too soft, and that the pickles tasted a bit sour and didn’t have enough dill flavour. • It’s clear that Mugwort BBQ Shack really have made an effort to take their burgers to the next level since our last visit. Now their restaurant is more than a destination for BBQ lovers – burger lovers have a lot to look forward to as well! ━ @mugwortbbq #burger #burgers #burgertime #burgerporn #burgerdudes #burgerlovers #food #foodie #hamburger #hamburgare #gothenburg #gothenburgburgers #gbg #gbgburgers #🍔 #🍟 #🇸🇪 (at Mugwort's BBQ Shack) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVKNPgKj1Y3/?utm_medium=tumblr

[darkerdeariegold]

I have a sudden urge to know any food related headcanons you have for rumple.

Ooooooh thank you for this ask, I am EXCITED to get in to it.

I apologise now for how long winded this is going to be but you know I love my man and I have feelings about him and his story.

So I’m gonna do food and drink because they’re linked.

Food

As a boy, money was tight thanks to the way Malcolm managed their lives. It seems clear that he wasn’t starving as a boy, but he was a skinny kid. I think that as a child his diet mostly consisted of cheap and easily accessible foods. Things like flat breads (usually a little hard and unpleasant but filling), root vegetables like potatoes and whatever fruits were in season. Especially if they were small enough to fit in to a pocket so things like apples, berries and pears. 

It’s that start that means he’s not fussy when it comes to food. Even when he became the Dark One and had the ability to produce a feast out of thin air - and he did, wanting to make sure Bae never went with an empty belly like he had - he didn’t look down on any sort of food. Food is survival, and survival is what he’s good at, despite any odds against him.

When he began to live with the Spinsters - and did so until his adulthood - he learned what a good meat pie was and that rapidly became his favourite food. It was cheap cuts of meat - because as spinsters they had enough to live a comfortable but never affluent life - but the way it was cooked, slow and low for hours just made the meat fall apart and become the juiciest, most tender cut. 

He always asked for a meat pie for dinner, and because they loved him, they indulged him a few times a week if they could, at least once if not. (They would go without for him and he only realised that when an adult himself).

Vegetables were always a staple of his diet simply because if you could grow it, you could eat it and it cost barely anything to maintain. He likes stews and soups, easy food that you can put any combinations of vegetable in. His favourite is the humble potato, because he knows just how much you can get out of it and how filling it can be. He learned how to bake them on the fire and always finds comfort in that.

He learned that he has a sweet tooth when he was able to begin to conjure food. He already knew he did from his love of strawberries growing up - always his favourite berry to pick and eat - but when desserts like sweet rolls and cakes became a staple of his life, he was a little addicted.

He does, after all, have an addictive personality.

Not that he’d never had cake before - the spinsters liked to make him one for his birthday but a shortage of sugar usually meant it wasn’t as full of sweetness as it could be. Still good, and always appreciated.

Until Zelena’s abuse of him for a year a meat pie was his favourite food, along with a hamburger. Something he only discovered in Storybrooke, as well as pickles. Now, he can’t even think of it. The abuse has tainted what once had been a comfort to him. Now he feels physically sick whenever a meat pie is near him. 

Thanks, Zelena.

He’s definitely not a snob about food; he’ll eat anything really, except for those meat pies now. He likes sour food, he likes sweet desserts. He isn’t one for too much spice (he just doesn’t have the tolerance for it) and the first time he bit in to a chilli pepper his entire face felt like it were on fire). He’s been seen to eat apples, ready noodles and hamburgers on the show to name just a few foods that it’s canon he is fond of, or at the very least will eat.

Though he’s a meat eater he’s used to having a diet rich in vegetables and genuinely enjoys those. Simple roasting of them is perfection.

So his favourite foods are;

Hamburger (he loves the bread in this world, how much more taste it has)

Pickles (he likes sour food, used to that flavour because of the absence of sugar in his diet when younger)

Strawberries and other sweet fruits.

Desserts in general; he has a sweet tooth but has to limit himself.

Bacon and eggs. 

Potatoes, especially baked with butter.

Meat pies USED to be. Eventually he’ll work through that trauma and be able to enjoy a good pie again. He just needs to focus on the initial positive thoughts he had surrounding it.

He loves a good condiment - ketchup, mustard (mild) and ranch. Not a huge fan of mayo in anything more than a small quantity. 

Drinks

Tea is a little different here than it was in the Enchanted Forest, but it’s certainly his favourite drink. He especially loves the way Belle makes his tea; a dash of milk, no sugar and brewed to perfection. Even he can’t make a cup taste quite as well as she does.

He doesn’t have a lot of milk in there, and he never has sugar; mostly because he was a tea drinker before he was the Dark One, and so he was a tea drinker when he couldn’t really afford the luxury of sugar. 

Coffee was a revelation in Storybrooke and, when cursed and needing to sleep each night he found a cup of black coffee in the morning before his breakfast was the perfect set up. He still likes a cup of black coffee every now and then. 

Also likes a hot cocoa- that was always a treat when a lad, and he loved the nights he would be tucked up in to bed with a small cup of it. Leaving him - and his belly - feeling warm enough to drift off to a peaceful sleep.

He doesn’t like fizzy drinks. Doesn’t understand the need for them. As sweet as his tooth is, most carbonated drinks are too sugary for him. The kind of sugar that sticks to your teeth isn’t pleasant to him.

Alcohol is a strange little bedfellow that he has a very difficult relationship with. He grew up seeing the negative effect it has on his Papa and it’s a drink that genuinely scares him. But it also helps to numb things. Numb the pain, numb the guilt. He has a small flask of scotch or whiskey hidden in his shop, a bottle too - always the finest stuff when it comes to drink - for those moments when he is feeling that he needs a support. 

Why the finest? Because psychologically, even if he can just conjure a bottle when he wants, it feels like a luxury. Something to not rely on consistently. If he drank cheap whisky or spirits he recognises that his addictive personality could lead him down a path as dark as his Papa. 

You only ever see him with alcohol when he’s struggling with something, namely guilt or a decision that he’s afraid of. We see him with a flask in the Enchanted Forest after losing Belle. We see him with alcohol in the Underworld. We also see him drink in Hyperion Heights when he’s clearly going through the pain of grief. If it numbs the pain, even for a moment, it’s alright. A small moment of respite is better than nothing. 

His favourite drinks;

Tea, dash of milk and no sugar

Black coffee

Iced tea, either with or without sweetener. 

IF he’s self medicating, expensive whiskey or scotch.