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willyoubethepookietomypookster · 2 years ago

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Dining at the Ritz

I think this one is even shorter than the last, but I like it. It was kinda rushed tbh, so I'm sorry if its bad, I hope you enjoy it tho.

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Aziraphale and Crowley were discussing some type of business. Probably about heaven or hell or something. You don't know, you aren't paying attention. You were like a bored child sitting at the dinner table while your parents talk about work. Just when you thought you were gonna pass out from boredom, the waiter came to take your drink orders.

"Hello, my name is Keith and I'll be your server for today, what would you guys like to drink?" He says, putting on that sickly sweet customer service smile.

"A coffee for me, I don't feel like drinking today." Aziraphale says, and Crowley shoots him a look you can't quite decipher.

"Wine. Red wine." Crowley answers, monotone. The server becomes slightly nervous due to Crowley's intimidating aura. The guy was obviously new, as everyone at the Ritz knew Aziraphale and Crowley. This was the first time you ever came here with them though, so there was still some stares from the regular employees.

"Well, sir, we have many red wines, do you have specific tastes? We have an amazing P-"

"Don't care, just give me a red one." Crowley cuts. Aziraphale places a hand on his arm, and Crowley stiffens.

"No need to be so snappy, Crowley, the poor boy is just trying to do his job." Aziraphale says. Crowley makes a noise in response, and the server nods and turns to you.

"And what will it be for you, little...person..?" The server asks.

"You have a bar here right?" You reply. Aziraphale gives you an appalled look and Crowley raises an eyebrow. The server nods. "Can I get a Shirley Temple? Do you make those? Also can I get 7 marischino cherries to go with that?" You ask. Aziraphale makes a strangled noise and Crowley snirks. The server nods and starts walking away. As soon as he's out of earshot Aizraphale starts scolding you a little.

"What were you thinking? You can't drink!" Aziraphale says, his eyes wide.

"Its just sprite and cherry grenadine." You reply, almost laughing. Crowley eyes you, but doesn't say a word. The server soon returns with the coffee, the red wine, and the Shirley Temple with 7 cherries. Aziraphale looks slightly suspicious still, and asks if he can try some. He takes a sip and his eyes light up.

"Oh my! This is really good!" He points to the cup and looks at Crowley, before waving over the waiter and asking for his own.

Its about an hour later and the table is filled with empty cups from Shirley Temple after Shirley Temple. As Aziraphale goes to ask for another, Crowley grabs his arm.

"Enough Angel. You've probably run them out of the ingredients already, they ran out of cherries twenty minutes ago!" Crowley states. You just sit and watch, wondering how Aziraphale went from suspicion to addiction.

"Jeez, and I thought I liked Shirley Temples." You say and roll your eyes. Crowley shoots you a warning look and you stick your tongue out at him. You guys start bickering before Aziraphale steps in.

"Crowley, stop bickering with Y/n, you're an adult." He says.

"They started it!" Crowley replies.

"Nuh uh, you glared first, which means that you started it!!" You guys start bickering once more, before Aziraphale lets out a loud sigh.

"Crowley, be the bigger person." Aziraphale says.

"Yeah Cra-ow-ley!" You say, taunting him.

"You little-!"

"Guys!!!!" Aziraphale shouts. You both snap your head towards him and stop talking immediately.

"Y/n, you're being rude." He starts, and Crowley smirks at you. "Crowley, you're being immature." He looks at Crowley, and Crowley visibly flattens, while you smile at Crowley. "Why are you guys even fighting in the first place?" You and Crowley look at each other and shrug.

"Dunno." You say in unison. Aziraphale sighs again, before paying the bill and bringing you back to the bookshop.

You and Crowley bicker a little bit for the rest of the day. Later that night though, when you had finally tired yourself out from the day, when no one was watching, not even the stars above, Crowley tucked you in, and brushed the hair out of your eyes.

"Dream of something other than misery, kid." He whispers. He says a small goodbye to Aziraphale, and drives home.

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anonymousewrites · 7 months ago

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Eleven

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Eleven: Someone’s gotta keep Things from going to Hell

Summary: Lucifer finds the answer to God's retirement. God has other plans, and an era comes to an end.

Mouse Note: I'm so sorry this is late I forgot to post it! (Family creates chaos, as I've found)

“(Y/N), I found the answer,” said Lucifer, grinning ear-to-ear.

“Answer to what?” said (Y/N), not looking up from their work.

“God’s retirement,” said Lucifer proudly.

“My beach idea?” said (Y/N).

“No,” said Lucifer. “That would be my retirement as God.” (Y/N) laughed. “No, I listened to what He needed. I realized only one thing would be truly fulfilling.��

“What?” asked (Y/N), actually looking up. This made them curious.

“Come to Lux tonight and find out!” said Lucifer, turning away.

(Y/N) groaned. If he’s being dramatic and mysterious, that can’t be good.

Undoubtedly, though, they were going.

Lucifer eagerly waited at the bar of Lux, and (Y/N) gave themself way too many maraschino cherries than would usually be used in a Shirley Temple.

“Lucifer!” greeted Amenadiel as he entered and walked down the empty stairs. God sood beside him. “Why’d you call us here, brother?” He looked at (Y/N). “Good evening.”

“Hey,” said (Y/N), waving and taking a sip of their drink.

“What is that?” asked God curiously.

“Give me a second.” (Y/N) grabbed the ingredients again. “This is better than wine, I can tell you that.”

“How do you know that?” said Lucifer.

(Y/N) ignored him and poured God a drink as God smiled. God took a sip and nodded.

“Delicious,” He agreed.

“I know, right?” said (Y/N), grinning.

“Now, son, why are we here?” said God, looking at Lucifer.

“Well.” Lucifer straightened and smiled. “After finally listening to what Dad’s been telling me all along, I realized there’s only one thing that’s gonna make His retirement fulfilling. So I enlisted Gabriel’s help to make it happen.”

(Y/N) and Amenadiel looked at Lucifer in confusion.

“Did you know our sister can deliver a message anywhere?” said Lucifer. “And I mean…anywhere.” He gestured to the stairs behind them.

Everyone turned around. They stared.

The Goddess of All Creation, God’s ex-wife, Mistress of the Universe—Missy (in (Y/N)’s mind)—stood before them. She smiled and walked towards them.

Amenadiel looked at Lucifer, who nodded softly. That was really their mother.

“Mother?” said Amenadiel as she stepped towards them.

“Hello, my sweet boy.” She smiled. Her smile fell slightly. “Husband.”

“Wife.” God was just staring at her. This was the first time He’d seen her in person for millennia. He moved towards her.

“Lucifer, how?” whispered (Y/N).

“Well, it wasn’t easy,” said Lucifer. “Mom says she only has enough juice for this one time.”

“I never thought I’d see you again,” said God.

“I never thought I’d see you retire,” said Missy.

“Hm.” God smiled slightly. “Well, like I’ve always said, it’s a tough gig. But you understand that now that you’re doing it.”

“I don’t find it nearly as difficult as you made it out to be,” denied Missy, but there was no malice in her words.

God chuckled and smiled. “Then clearly you’re better at it than I ever was. No surprise in that.”

Missy smiled at Him. “Well, I must admit, though, it does get lonely at the top.”

“Lucifer, you don’t have to become God anymore,” whispered Amenadiel as God and Missy spoke quietly to one another.

Cute reunion, thought (Y/N).

“I found out Dad’s not losing His powers,” said Amenadiel.

(Y/N) looked at Amenadiel and frowned. “What?”

“Michael was gaslighting Him,” said Amenadiel.

I really hate him, thought (Y/N).

“It’s all been inside his head,” said Amenadiel.

“Michael?” Lucifer scoffed. “Well, he won’t get away with that sort of thing when I’m in charge.”

“Brother, do you hear what I’m saying?” said Amenadiel. “Dad’s fine. He can keep being God. Everything can go back to normal. Everything.”

“Can we still do something about Michael?” muttered (Y/N). Michael seriously needs to be humbled.

Lucifer’s eyes drifted to God and Missy, who leaned in to kiss one another. The reunion was going very well. (Y/N) smiled to themself.

“We can be a family again,” said Amenadiel softly to Lucifer.

Lucifer chuckled wryly. “Wonderful. Except for the part where I don’t get to become God and prove that I’m worthy.”

Ah, so that’s what it’s about. His self-esteem. (Y/N)’s gaze softened. “Dad.” They touched his arm. “You are worthy. Of everything. You don’t need to prove it to anyone.” They squeezed his hand. “You just need to see it yourself.”

Lucifer looked at them, and he smiled. If only he could see himself the way they saw him. He wasn’t good enough for them. Not nearly enough.

“Lucifer. Amenadiel. (Y/N),” said Missy. They all looked at her. She and God were holding hands, standing together like a loving married couple should. “We’ve made our decision about God’s retirement.

Lucifer put a smile on his face. “Ah, sunny Florida? Silver City?” He tried to clear away his self-doubts.

“Actually…” Missy looked at God with a gentle smile. “We decided…we’re moving to my universe.”

Amenadiel and Lucifer’s smiles fell. (Y/N) stared in surprise.

“What?” said Amenadiel. “But you’re…both here.” He swallowed. “Together.”

“Yeah,” said Lucifer faintly.

“You’re just gonna…leave us again?” said Amenadiel. He blinked as his eyes burned. “Without any ability to come back?!”

“Your mother spent a long time in my world,” said God gently. “It’s my turn to spend time in hers.”

“Dad—” Lucifer stammered over the word and swallowed. Suddenly seeing this change, something he had never aimed for or truly wanted, meant too much. It was too painful. “A-A word, please.”

God nodded. He cupped Amenadiel’s face gently, and Amenadiel gazed back at Him tearfully. God walked towards Lucifer’s at the other end of the bar.

(Y/N) watched them go. They knew this was the end. God was leaving. Even if Michael was interfering, God had decided to move on. He wanted to do something new with his life. (Y/N) respected it. They also felt an ache in their heart. For the father Lucifer and Amenadiel had repaired their relationship with leaving. For the father all of the angels would miss. For the God the world wouldn’t know they were saying goodbye to. For the new family member (Y/N) would remember forever.

They hoped they could carry on His kindness and compassion for the rest of their life. It was the least they could do for His memory and His legacy.

Missy kissed Amenadiel’s forehead softly, promising him that he’d be alright. She hugged him tightly. “I am so…so sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye last time.”

“No, I never blamed you, Mom,” said Amenadiel.

“No.” Missy chuckled and smiled. “Of course you didn’t. My kindest, wisest, most perfect son. And now the perfect dad.”

“I’m far from it,” said Amenadiel. “But…I’m trying my best.”

“That’s what makes you perfect,” said Missy. She hugged Amenadiel again.

With God and Lucifer, God paused after they had much of their conversation. They had said almost everything that was needed. But God still had a few more words He knew Lucifer deserved to hear.

“At the family dinner…you were right,” He said. Lucifer looked at Him in confusion. “I could have been a better father to you.”

Lucifer chuckled to disguise the sob that wanted to force its way out. “Well, now you forego your mysterious ways. Just as you’re leaving…?”

“No need for them anymore now that I’m retiring,” said God. “Which means…I can say something I’ve wanted to for a long time.” Lucifer stared. “I love you, son. And I am very proud of the man you’ve become.”

Lucifer’s lips quivered, and his heart leapt for joy. God hugged him. Lucifer sobbed and hugged Him, still a boy who needed a hug from his father.

Lucifer swallowed. “I think Amenadiel might like to hear that, too.”

God chuckled and held Lucifer just a little bit tighter before letting go. “I already told him. It was an emotional round of golf.” He smiled at Amenadiel and Missy, who had finished saying their goodbyes.

“Time to go,” said Missy. “My universe needs me.” She hugged Lucifer goodbye, and God hugged Amenadiel.

When they let go, Missy looked at (Y/N). “(Y/N).”

(Y/N) stiffened nervously. They felt like they were intruding on a private moment. “Yes?”

“I’m sorry again. For threatening you the last time we met. It was wrong of me,” said Missy. “And I’ve grown.”

(Y/N) smiled at her. “I forgive you. I know you were just…confused about what to do.”

“You’ve grown up. You’re much stronger than last time.” Missy looked at Lucifer and smiled. “You should be proud of your child.”

“I am,” said Lucifer.

“He’s a great dad. I wouldn’t be who I was without him,” said (Y/N). “I’m happy to be a part of this family…Grandma.”

Missy grinned and hugged (Y/N). They hugged back. God joined a moment later.

“Goodbye, (Y/N),” He said. “It was wonderful to meet you. I know you’re going to great things as you continue to grow.”

“Goodbye,” said (Y/N), hugging Him. “I’m going to miss you…Grandpa.”

God chuckled. Missy stepped back. God squeezed them a moment longer and whispered, “Take good care of things.” He stepped back.

(Y/N) smiled. “Someone’s gotta keep things from going to Hell.” They grinned, trying not to tear up themself.

“Indeed,” said God, chuckling. “And who better than you?” Missy smiled and took His hand. The pair walked a few steps away.

“Dad, wait,” called Amenadiel. God paused and looked back. “You forgot to name your successor.”

God smiled. “You’ll figure it out.”

“Back to your mysterious ways already,” said Lucifer, still swallowing back tears. (Y/N) hugged him, and he hugged them back. They watched God and Missy with a bittersweet ache in their chest.

“All part of my plan,” said God.

“Plan…” said Lucifer softly.

God and Missy went to the stage of Lux and drew back the curtains to reveal a shining golden light. Beyond it was a field of green—Missy’s universe waiting.

“How much of this was your plan?” said Lucifer, looking at God.

He chuckled mysteriously.

“Goodbye, my loves,” said Missy.

They stepped forward, and the curtains fell closed behind them. God and Missy were gone.

Lucifer and Amenadiel let out long sights. (Y/N) pulled Amenadiel into the side hugs they were giving. They all stood in silence, letting the moment pass on its own.

“How is he?” asked Chloe quietly.

(Y/N) had invited her over as Lucifer just stared out over LA from the penthouse. They knew he needed support, and they wanted every piece of support he had. Amenadiel had his son and Linda to help him. Lucifer had them and Chloe.

“It’s bittersweet,” said (Y/N). “I think he just needs us to be there with him.”

Chloe nodded, and the pair walked towards Lucifer.

“Hi,” said Chloe softly.

“I brought Chloe, Dad,” said (Y/N).

Lucifer nodded and smiled slightly. “Thank you.”

“How are you holding up?” asked Chloe.

“Oh, nothing lasts forever, I suppose,” said Lucifer.

“Do you need anything?” said Chloe.

Lucifer shook his head. “Just time.”

“Alright,” said Chloe. “But (Y/N) and I are here.”

“Forever,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Because family is the one thing that lasts forever.” They tapped his heart. “There.”

“That was cheesy,” said Lucifer.

“I try to be nice, and that’s what I get,” sighed (Y/N). Lucifer chuckled and hugged them from the side. Chloe shook her head in amusement.

Flap! “Lucifer!”

Lucifer groaned and turned around. It was Remiel.

“Where is Father?” said Remiel.

“Uh, excuse us, we were having a moment,” grumbled Lucifer.

“Where is He?” repeated Remiel.

“Gone. Retired. Eternally unavailable,” said Lucifer.

“Did He name His successor?” said Remiel.

“No, He said it was up to us to figure it out,” said Lucifer.

“What’s the matter?” asked (Y/N).

“Can we talk?” Remiel glanced at Chloe and (Y/N). “Without the child and human?”

“No,” said Lucifer. “Whatever you want to say, you can say in front of both of them.”

“So be it,” said Remiel distrustfully. “Upon returning to the Silver City, I discovered something alarming. Michael’s been gathering support from the others.”

“Support for what?” said Chloe.

“Don’t tell me…” groaned (Y/N), narrowing their eyes.

“Michael wants to be God,” said Lucifer. “The sneaky bastard. I bet this was his plan all along.”

The shadows around (Y/N) waved back and forth angrily as they shifted. They hated the idea.

“If it’s up to our brothers and sisters, it looks like he has a good shot,” said Remiel. She paused. “Which is why, and I cannot believe I’m saying this…” She took a knee. “I am backing you, Lucifer. I may not like you, but I hate Michael even more.”

It’s like the presidential elections, thought (Y/N).

“Now there’s a ringing endorsement for my campaign poster,” said Lucifer, not disparaged by the slight insult.

Remiel stood and nodded. “Michael would never suspect I’d take your side. So, I’ll find out what he’s up to.”

“I think if I just get another chance to hit him we’d be fine. I’m like…3-0 against him. 4-0 if you count the family dinner,” said (Y/N).

“The Apocalypse does not count as a win, you are not going close to him,” said Lucifer firmly.

(Y/N) huffed. They really wanted another chance to hand Michael’s ass to him. They hadn’t gotten a proper chance after the Apocalypse.

“Whatever Michael’s up to, it can’t be good,” said Chloe.

“And knowing my brother, he won’t be wasting any time,” said Lucifer. “So, if anyone notices anything, let someone know immediately.”

Chloe nodded.

(Y/N) nodded firmly. Michael would not win. Not with them around.

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arcaneafterhours · 9 months ago

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idfk smth possessed me to write abt logan and shirley temples

Whenever Logan was upset, there was a specific drink his grandmother always made him.

He stood in his kitchen, grabbing two glass cups from his cabinet. He always asked her to get the pretty ones, mason jars with a handle that were perfectly shaped for a summer drink. They hit the counter with a gentle tap, sunlight from a nearby window shining through their transparent material.

While it was such a simple drink, it always made him feel better. Only two ingredients, yet it was enough to make his worries wash away, even if temporarily. The sound of a soda can opening was the only thing that complimented Logan’s gentle humming, as he twisted and turned the tabs of each can until they popped off. He had always noticed Ashlyn would remove the tabs of every soda can she got, so he pocketed them, figuring she was a collector of sorts.

After the soda came what pulled it all together. Maraschino cherry jars were always fickle, so Logan found himself wrapping the cool glass in a paper towel before daring to pour it into the soda. It always dribbled down the sides of the jar, making a big sticky mess. He would never forget to pull four cherries out from the jar, adding two to each jar before putting the glass back in the fridge. If you didn’t have sweet cherries to enjoy after your drink, what was the point?

And now, two straws and silly paper umbrellas later, Logan was heading back to his room. He shouldered the door open, finding the bundle of blankets on his bed in the exact place he left it.

A bundle of blond hair was the only thing he could see, complimented with soft black streaks of roots. Logan made a mental note to offer assistance in retouching it at some point, but right now other matters were of concern.

An eye finally peeked at him as he reentered the room. Aiden looked, to say the least, miserable. Eye bags, tear tracks and puffy eyes, Aiden was the whole package. It made Logan bittersweet to see him in such a state. On one end, he was happy that the other trusted him so much to be this vulnerable around him. On the other, he would give anything so Aiden never had to feel upset like this again.

The bed dipped as Logan sat down beside Aiden. Tentatively, he held out one of the drinks. He received a confused stare for this.

“Try it, trust me.”

Aiden did. Logan waited patiently, but eventually half of the blond’s drink was empty, much to his surprise. He couldn’t help but laugh to himself at that.

“Whats so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing. Is it good?”

After a couple of moments, Logan finally reached his goal. Aiden smiled at him, shifting to his side and ever so gently leaning his head against Logan’s shoulder. Logan, in response, leaned his head against Aiden’s. “Yeah, it is. Thank you.”

#feeding the rarepair lovers rn #sbg #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg (webtoon)#aiden clark #logan fields #i fucking love logan RAHHHHG #anyway lore time #i love love love shirley temples (the drink he made)#and i just made one when #IT HIT ME #and i had to write this immediately #<3

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berglietz · 10 months ago

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Seasons Greasons: A Meta Analysis based on Caspar's Culinary Palate + Return Gift For Shez's Whistle

AKA: no one should ever 'jokingly' challenge me to write a meta to my irl face. take these 1k words now

THE BACKSTORY:

May 6th, Baltimore Inner Harbor. It was a lovely day—by which I mean the sky was grey and gloomy and decided to start spitting a fine mist down from the clouds as soon as Lucius and I stepped out of the light rail and started our trek toward our destination. Our destination being a birthday celebration for Erica, which obviously made the day lovely regardless of the weather. At this point we had already gotten past the 'hello's and reciprocal 'oh god you really are shorter than i remember's, and had settled into our table at the cafe. Inevitably, the conversation quickly turned to Fire Emblem. We are who we are.

Playthroughs of Warriors: Three Hopes entered the scene, and then discussions of the Merc Whistle mechanic. "I haven't given mine away yet." I said. "Don't they give you a return gift that you can wear as an accessory to use their special ability?"

I pulled out my phone. I learned that Caspar's return gift to Shez was called Seasoning Set. Across the table, past the strangely shaped flasks of hot water and growing number of drained shirley temple glasses, N "Njamin" Von TOAmod smiled at me and said "I expect a meta post about Caspar's seasoning set on the dash by [due date]*" *I do not remember the exact phrasing, nor the initial due date. I am going to say it was 'next month', that way I don't get any of my extremely real roleplayer points docked for tardiness.

And thus, I was committed to the bit. Straight up married to it. Welcome to the wedding. The reception is catered, obviously, and we'll be serving—

Well. I'm getting to that.

THE SEASONING SET

(This is a crunchy screenshot that I cropped myself from my own Switch. Forgive me)

The details of note to me are:

Clarifying that you have matched your bestie/S-support equivalent's sentimental gift with something you "don't need" is so rude LMFAO. I'm glad he is keeping up the same behavior from his story about a girl trying to ask him out to the Goddess Tower in Three Houses where he seems to totally misread a situation and make an ass of himself by dismissing the person/not matching their energy. Really beautiful stuff.

Multiple spices, you say? Looks like I have to come up with more than one. It's not just salt in there.

CASPAR'S COOKING SKILLS

They are bad. He has a big red downward-facing arrow next to his face in the list of candidates for cooking together in Three Houses. If you choose to let him cook anyway, he tells you his pitfalls himself:

"All right! Leave it to me! I'll fry it, grill it, and try not to burn it!" / "Sorry for making you do all the work, Professor. I mess up the ingredients every time!"

With this info, I am taking the text saying "he forgets to use spices" very literally. The impression I get is he gets so overwhelmed by multi-step cooking processes that he loses track of ingredients. He does like some spices in his food and drink, though, so I will presume that the spices in his seasoning set are ones that he would enjoy putting in his food if he ever remembered to toss them in.

THE FAVORED FLAVORS

The easiest spice choice comes directly from his favorite type of tea.

Ginger Tea: "The sharp spiciness of ginger laces the body of this tea, unforgettable and brightening."

Bam. Right there. We can put ginger on the list. For the rest, I'll take a look at the dining hall dishes he likes that fall under the Spicy category.

Sauteed Jerky: "Jerky aged in the monastery and sautéed for a delightfully salty flavor. A perfect snack to go with your favorite drink."

The description doesn't give me any seasoning beyond salt, but according to the resources on serenesforest this dish is counted as a spicy one! When I think of spicy jerky (and look up a few recipes to confirm my memories) I think of a peppery sort of sensation on the tongue—black pepper and cayenne (or other hot peppers).

Sauteed Pheasant and Eggs: "Thin slices of bird meat and shredded cabbage, mixed with scrambled eggs and sautéed with spices. Invention of a certain noble."

This one gave me no hints as to what types of spices. RIP. I relied much more heavily on googling for this one, and settled on interpreting this dish as a take on anda bhurji, maybe?? (literally 'scrambled egg'. it's an Indian scrambled egg dish). Online recipes for this one gave me spices such as turmeric, coriander, red chili, and ginger.

THE SEASONING LIST

Just to have it all in one place, here's all the hypothetical seasonings I've thrown out all put together:

Salt

Black Pepper

Ginger (mentioned x2!!)

Cayenne/Red Chili (or whatever Fodlan equivalent capsacin-haver there might be)

Turmeric

Coriander

Go forth, Shez. Make a delicious spicy scrambled egg dish. Perhaps you can share it with friends for brunch. That'd be a beautiful way to bring things full circle, don't you think?

BONUS: MY BOY HATES FISH

I just think it's so fucking funny that he hates every seafood dish. Look at this list of foods he hates.

Grilled Herring, Fish and Bean Soup, Small Fish Skewers, Spicy Fish and Turnip Stew, Onion Gratin Soup, Sweet and Salty Whitefish Sauté, Fruit and Herring Tart, Cheesy Verona Stew, Fish Sandwich, Super-Spicy Fish Dango, Pickled Seafood and Vegetables, Two-Fish Sauté, Gautier Cheese Gratin, Cabbage and Herring Stew, Bourgeois Pike, Fried Crayfish

Only three out of this list don't have something referencing fish/seafood right in the name, and two out of those three do have fish in the ingredients if you go looking:

Onion Gratin Soup: "Onions stewed with white trout and baked with a layer of cheese on top. Will warm you up from the inside out." Cheesy Verona Stew: "A rich dish consisting of verona and sautéed Teutates loach. These ingredients are boiled and served with two kinds of melted cheese."

Maybe there is something he dislikes about gratin, though, since he dislikes Gautier Cheese Gratin as well. A texture problem, perhaps? Either way, it doesn't feel as prominent a dislike as his thing with fish—the guy also hates the Fishing Float gift. Caspar is a certified fish hater. This makes his participation in the fishing tournament even funnier to me: he will straight up make an exception for his seeming disdain for fishing if it's turned into a competition he can try to win. Definitely no way he was eating his catch though. Maybe he fed it to his cat friend from his supports with Ashe, lmfao

Anyhow, I'll leave off with this silly indulgent little meta here. Thanks for playing along! ilu toa ❤

#[ ooc ]#[ headcanon ]#// queueing this and going to bed so nobody knows how long i stayed up doing this

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ouroboros-la-fermata · 9 months ago

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-ˏˋ ASK EVENT — Regular's Refreshments ˊˎ

❝ Greetings. Please take a look at the menu. 20% off the bill per every 100th order, or at least, that's what the young octo-boss says. ❞

⎯⎯ ୨ INFO ୧ ⎯⎯

In this event, you can send an ask to order a drink from the menu*, choosing a drink that best suits your/your character's personality.

The bartender, Iris, will make conversation with you based on your choice, and he will interpret you/your character. ( In other words it's like he's forced to read your horoscope based on your drink choice 😭 )

If none of the drinks fit, you can choose to make a custom order, by asking for a drink with certain ingredients or taste. E.g. " Something bold and spicy. " Iris will interpret based off of that.

*All non-alcoholic, of course. This is a school after all. To Iris's dismay.

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₊❏❜ ⋮ BLUE LAGOON ⌒

Classic mocktail that is cold and refreshing, with a hint of tartness to it. Fit for those who have a generally cool and laid back attitude, but tend to have a hidden side.

: ̗̀➛Ingredients : Blue curacao syrup, non-alcoholic gin, lemon.

₊❏❜ ⋮ SHIRLEY TEMPLE ⌒

Sweet and fizzy mocktail. Perfect for those with youthful, bubbly energy that tend to be quite cheerful.

: ̗̀➛ Ingredients : Lemon-lime soda, grenadine, lime juice, maraschino cherries.

₊❏❜ ⋮ PINA COLADA ⌒

A mocktail with a harmonious balance between sweet and sour that is rich and creamy. Best suited for those that are patient, wise and down to earth.

: ̗̀➛ Ingredients : Fresh pineapple juice, coconut milk.

₊❏❜ ⋮ BERRY SMASH ⌒

A vibrant mocktail that has layers of flavor and complexity, despite the appearance of ordinary fruit juice. Good for those who tend to be unassuming and withdrawn, but have more than what meets the eye.

: ̗̀➛ Ingredients : Fresh blueberries, raspberries, cranberries, hibiscus tea, mint.

₊❏❜ ⋮ CITRUS FIZZ ⌒

A frothy, fizzy mocktail similar to champagne. Fitting for those that have confidence in themselves, and tend to be charismatic and/or sophisticated.

: ̗̀➛ Ingredients : Orange juice, lemon juice, lime juice, egg, sparkling water.

tags : @1dont-really-know @fumoandinsanity @thehollowwriter @distant-velleity

#╰┈➤ on the clock (in character)#₊❏❜ ⋮ event #twst oc #twst rp blog #iris siribica🍷

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adaine-party-wizard · 2 years ago

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hey quick question

please let me know which answer and where you’re from. i always made them with ginger ale, oj, and grenadine but going to restaurants other places aside from where i grew up they didn’t have orange juice and it made me sad, so i’m genuinely curious!

#sipping a shirley temple right now and it is delightful #that’s what inspired this post #polls #tumblr polls

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kyukicho · 13 days ago

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@ofcrossroads asked:

Was this of Mikuni’s taste? Tsurugi doubted it, but that wasn’t going to stop him from offering. They were moving forward together, and that paved way to every shared experience. Tsurugi wondered if they were evenly different in their experiences or if Mikuni was as far ahead as Tsurugi suspected.

In his hands was a glass and Tsurugi tilted it Mikuni’s way before giving him a suggestive look. “It’s been a long time since I had one of these, and I decided to make it better.” It was a Shirley Temple, and by ‘better’ he meant he put rum in it. “Does Kuni-chan want a sip?”

Letting Tsurugi stock the fridge and kitchen with his heart's desire was proving to be an adventure of sorts. Items and ingredients Mikuni wouldn't have normally kept in the house kept showing up and it was like a puzzle guessing how they were going to be used in the future.

As usual, Mikuni had made his normal tea for the afternoon. Enjoying it at his shop's desk while Tsurugi did who knows what in the kitchen. 'It' seemed like a normally clear fizzy drink with some sort of fruity coloring or flavor in it. Perfectly childish seeming for Tsurugi, though Mikuni wouldn't have expected much different.

"Debatable, but I'll try whatever that is." He eyed the carbonated drink and instead of taking it put his lips up to the glass to let Tsurugi give him that offered sip himself. Tasting just a small amount before pulling back and dabbing at the excess that lined his lip.

"That's... what do you call that?" He wasn't thrilled by the taste but he also couldn't say it was completely unpalatable. "If you wanted a good alcoholic drink I could have made you something with the strawberries you picked out."

#ofcrossroads #( & ) mikuni ( ic )

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mushroom-jack · 1 year ago

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ask game :)

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? (and also- why that fruit?)

1 — I like mugs for hot drinks, glasses for cold drinks. I’m real picky about the shape and design of my coffee mugs though. I like the way teacups look, but they’re too small; any vessel I use had better be good for at least 8-10oz of beverage.

4 — ooh, elementary school’s a hard one, I don’t really remember. A pleasure to have in class, but a bit too excitable, probably? My personality was still pretty formless at that point, it hadn’t really coalesced into anything really definite.

6 — I like how goth, pastel, and formalwear look on other people the best, but none of these describe the way I actually style myself. I imagine I dress something like an autistic vampire? Botanicals, leathers, solid-color tshirts, a generally darker color scheme, and a focus on comfort and practicality over fashion.

12 — my personal “on repeat” lol. Other than that though… the playlists I listen to most often atm are called some boring shit like “Spring 2024” or “Road-trip (day)”. I also have loads of character/pairing/fic writing playlists, but none of them stand out as particularly exceptional.

48 — pomegranates! They’ve been my favorite fruit since childhood, I’m fond of the literary inferences (Persephone, the Garden of Eden, etc), they look like a combination of gore and rubies; what’s not to love? You also use pomegranate juice and orange blossom water to make grenadine, which is super tasty, and a common ingredient in cocktails OR a Shirley Temple (just add lime juice and club soda).

#asks #ask game

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sapphire-wine · 2 years ago

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The worst that could happen is it has no effect so might as well send a list anyways

-When you told me you never joke about Shirley Temples, I read it in Fransizka’s voice, tbh, so maybe a crackfic about her going out, ordering a Sprite, and then pulling all the other drink ingredients she wants from her bag and mixing it right there. However is with her just gapes, and she explains these places never have the exact proportions she wants

(And from here on I will avoid being fandom and character specific for freedom’s sake)

-The most in-universe ignored side character gets abducted by aliens and told the future and lives the rest of their existence as the Prophet Cassandra

-2-4 characters go out to hunt a werewolf (not seriously, more just an excuse to go run around in the dry leaves in the woods for fun and howl at each other under the moonlight). They accidentally find something else. Perhaps a mothman.

-A character everyone thinks is super rational or a quiet or a badass or something accidentally became famous in another country (probably for embarrassing themself online or something) and no one knows until some tourist fans recognize them and make them Say The Thing.

-Arrested and tried for a Noodle Incident

-(stolen directly from a Florida Man headline) Man spotted riding jet ski motorcycle in Cape Coral

excellent excellent all around unfortunately my brain is looking for something akin to nrmt cbat

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playbarbies · 16 days ago

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name: darla louise edwards age: 28 hometown: burkittsville, maryland occupation: baker and decorator at her family owned and operated coffee shop ‘ THE WITCHES BREW ‘ alongside her father, herman family : herman edwards (father) louise edwards (mother) birth date: february 27th affiliated with: @clickedbait @storiecraft @whatscanon

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐠. how could she be? they were the foundation of the witch’s brew’s menu, after all. she had grown up decorating broomstick-shaped sugar cookies and sneaking sips of their signature haunted hot chocolate. to her, the town’s ghost stories weren’t ominous warnings — they were good business. folklore spun into profit, nothing more.

she had always been close to her father, herman — a broad-shouldered, bushy-stached man of few words who found his comfort in kneading dough and measuring out coffee beans. he kept her hands busy in the family coffee shop, guiding her through the motions of mixing ingredients and shaping pastries. keeping her hands busy meant keeping her mind busy. that was the goal, wasn’t it? if she was occupied enough, she wouldn’t have time to ask about her mother.

at least, that’s what herman had hoped the first time he handed her a whisk.

her mother, louise, had ran out on them without so much as a kiss goodbye. no note. no explanation. just a packed bag and left before darla’s eyes even fluttered open to start the new day. all darla had left of her were a handful of pictures and fragmented memories—souvenirs of her mother. of someone who, unlike the others who disappeared without a trace, had actually chosen to vanish.

sometimes, darla wondered if the rumors that loomed over their town had blinded her mother, had caused she and her father both to disappear in the fog of superstition, no longer visible through the stories that haunted their small town.

the day she piped the face onto a sugar cookie witch, she made a promise to herself : she would never leave this town. she would never abandon the people she loved. she would never be like her mother.

darla had done well enough in school, earning decent grades—when she wasn’t busy daydreaming about the cute girl who always had her hand up or the boy who always lent her his pencil. but good grades didn’t matter much to her. she already knew her path. she had her life mapped out. she would take over the witch’s brew when her father eventually passed the torch, working alongside him until then. academic ambition was for people looking for a way out, and darla wasn’t going anywhere.

not worrying about college left her with plenty of free time, and when she wasn’t baking, she was indulging. she liked the hum of crowded bars, enjoyed indulging in a chaos she could control. she would nurse a shirley temple, pretending it was something stronger — no one needed to know otherwise.

it was on one of those nights, a cherry-stirred drink in hand, that she met him. the kind of guy she would have spent entire semesters pining over with her chin in her palm. the kind of guy who, out of everyone in the bar, chose her. just looking at him took a charcoal to the canvas of her mind, illustrating all these exciting what-if’s. her toothbrush left on his bathroom sink, her toothbrush left on their bathroom sink when they eventually moved in together, bent knees and engagement rings. it ignored the model reference of realism, sketching out these unrealistic possibilities.

but unrealistic didn’t mean impossible.

what started as a casual fling for jeremy turned into something real. something lasting. he was hers, and she was his.

the night he told her about the camping trip was supposed to be like any other. he mentioned his little sister’s fascination with the blair witch and her plan to make a documentary about it. then he asked her to come along. the answer was immediate in her mind — yes! — but she tried to temper her enthusiasm, not wanting to seem desperate or overeager.

instead, she sent jeremy on a mission: find out juno’s favorite baked goods. she wanted to show up the morning of the trip with a basket full of them, something to sweeten her first impression for her boyfriend’s little sister.

darla was no stranger to the whispers and legends that clung to their small town like thick fog. how could she be? they were the foundation of the witch’s brew’s menu, after all.

but soon, she might learn they were the foundation of something far greater than folklore and a coffee shop menu.

#it’s under a read more because it’s LENGTHY #went a lil overboard asdgsj #but im so excited about them aaahhh !!!#🪞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠! 👛 ✎ *☆ ᵃᵈᵈᵉᵈ ᵐᵘˢᵉˢ.

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