#Vanilla Clown Cone

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"BELIEVE IT OR NOT, "COLLECTIBLE ICE CREAM" IS VERY REAL -- ALL MADE OF VINYL, NO LESS.

PIC INFO: Resolution at 1141×1001 -- Spotlight on three Ad World promotional characters for Baskin–Robbins Inc., including: Vanilla Clown Cone, Chocolate Clown Cone, and the Chicken Sundae©, c. 1987. 📸: Mary Jane Lamphier.

OVERVIEW: "Two of the characters represent one dip of ice cream in waffle cones. Both are decorated like circus clowns. The chocolate clown and vanilla clown both have orange frosting fluffs pf hair and a bright red cherry nose. More frosting outlines the mouths and eyes. Waffle comes serve hats. One hat has a purple brim and the other a blue brim. The hats are decorated with green and red stars and button designs. Each slow with a hat measures inches tall.

A third Baskin- Robins ice cream character is a “Chicken Sundae” made of vinyl and placed in a Baskin- Robbins cup. The ice cream is decorated to look like a chick with red waddles, chocolate eyes and an orange beak. It truly looks good enough to eat! The “Chicken Sundae” and cup is five inches tall. Identifying marks on the bottom of the cup is “© 1987.”

-- COLLECTORS JOURNAL, "Collectible Ice Cream!," by Mary Jane Lamphier, published May 20, 2019

Source: www.collectorsjournal.com/columns/collectible-ice-cream/article_6b919a94-7b04-11e9-80c9-2363f5eae0da.html.

[allurilove]

Yandere clown x you?

I hate clowns omhogmgkgmgkgk i’m like scared of them 😭😭

Yandere Clown x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

You’re at a carnival where you meet the hottest clown you have seen. A short drabble, and fucking in front of the funhouse mirror! Fem reader.

The only clown you have ever seen is the stereotypical white face, dramatic makeup, suspenders, and a huge red ball for a nose. They weren’t really your thing, and you were used to them waddling around with those big shoes, and honking their horns at you.

Since when did they have any sex appeal?

The moment they decided to take off their shirts, you understood why people were fawning over them. You came here to be scared—not wound up and aroused. He had fake blood splattered on their chest, their pants low enough that you see their v-line, and you see a tattoo that presumably continues even lower down his body. His face is painted white, red lipstick painted messily on his lips, and dark eyeliner making their eyes pop out. He carries a toy machete in one hand that looks unreasonably sharp.

He carried a small ice-cream cone in his other hand, and he noticed you eyeing it up and down. It was getting late, and all the little food stands were shutting down, and that treat in his hand was the only food you have seen in a while. You were quite hungry—borderline famished after screaming in haunted houses. He approached you, your mouth automatically just dropped open for him to feed you. The creamy vanilla melts around your tongue, and you can’t help but to lock eyes with him as you ate the ice cream. His lips part, his eyes becoming lidded as you were becoming a bit more risqué. It drips down to your chest, you pull back to see it follow the curve of your breast. He raised his brow, his tongue out as he bends down to lick it.

The moment his tongue was on your body— you became putty in his hands. He pulled you into the wonky mirrors exhibit, it’s a tiny tent with a bunch of mirrors that makes you look weird— and you watch as he bends you over, your reflection of your face is of a swirl. He pulled up your costume, his hand touching your ass before giving it a harsh slap. He pulled down your panties, just enough for him to align the head of his cock to your slit.

“Spread your legs a bit more for me…” He mumbled, his knee already pushing them more apart, and he pressed your face into the mirror. The clown slowly slid himself inside you, a slight hiss escaping his lips as you instinctively tensed around his cock. “Oh god…” He groaned, moving in and out of you.

He watched in marvel as you threw your hips back to meet his thrusts, a smirk on his face, “That’s right, fuck yourself on this dick. Show me how much you want it.”

“You feel amazing…” The clown wrapped your hair around his hand, he made you arch your back, and his cock hits into you so deliciously. Your eyes roll back, your thighs shaking and you try to avoid looking at yourself in the mirror. You look weird—obviously—it made your body squiggly. But he thought you looked good— sexy even.

He has a scary wide smile, his other hand repeatedly smacking your ass as his thrusts become harsher. “You wanna cum? Tell me you wanna cum then.”

[seresinhangmanjake]

Birthday Boy

Dad!Jake “Hangman” Seresin x female reader

Summary: It’s Jake’s birthday and you have a very special gift for him.

Warnings: this is just a mega fluff monster (i think, anyway). Jake’s all happy being a dad and being in love with his lady and everything. Maybe cursing. Didn’t double check. Allusion to eventual smut that is not in this fic. Just to be safe:18+

Notes: can be read alone, but contributes to the Oh, Baby world as well. 

Words: 2422

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Thirty-four. The number was speckled throughout his house. It was strung together as part of a lengthy banner that was taped to his wall; scribbled in green icing across the center of the vanilla cake you’d baked him with an equal number of rainbow-colored candles sticking out the top; and in the form of two massive shiny, floating balloons in the corner of the living room—Rooster’s addition to the decor, supposedly meant to tease Jake but were obviously brought for your daughter, Eve’s, amusement. And the little girl loved them, immediately crawling across the carpet to stare up at the mirror-like mylar that reflected her fascinated face. 

Jake had joked two weeks prior that he was getting old, so you’d taken it upon yourself to plan a party that reminded him of his younger days…his very young days. You’d gone all out, including everything for a kiddie party but the clowns and ponies. 

Initially, you weren’t sure how he’d take the surprise—he could see the worry in your twisted features when you observed his wide eyes and gaping mouth—but Jake only grabbed you around the waist and kissed you until everyone grew bored of watching a couple so lost in themselves. No one had ever quite done anything like this for him before. He’d had birthday parties, sure, plenty as a child, but not a single one after his mid-twenties, and never thrown by a woman he loved.

You’d still kept it small. Inviting your shared friends, a few other pilot buddies, Penny and Mav and a couple of the Hard Deck bartenders—one of whom was the pretty blonde Rooster had yet to completely get over despite the year that had passed since first meeting her. Clearly you knew something the rest of them didn’t when it came to the woman because you spent a good bit of time trying to push her and Rooster together. And if Jake could tell by the occasional glances he shot the two, it looked like some progress had been made. Good, Jake thought. He wanted his friends to have what he had.

By far, it was the best party he’d been to, fully surpassing the unknown number of wild nights he'd dedicated to getting hammered in college. Jake liked the intimacy of it all, even more so after it had died down and most guests returned to their own homes, leaving just you and his team remaining.

“Well,” Rooster began after taking a sip of the beer that you’d made sure to pour into a polka-dotted plastic cup, “I hope you enjoy being old, Hangman.”

Phoenix tucked her finger under the elastic band holding the cone-shaped hat to Rooster’s head and pulled it a good few inches away from his face before releasing it. It slapped harshly against his skin and with a frown, he rubbed his palm over the fresh sting.

“If he’s old, we’re all old,” she scolded. “And you should be nice to the birthday boy.”

“The birthday boy’s got enough nice things. He’s got his lovely lady.” He winked at you and you rolled your eyes with a chuckle. Then he extended his finger to lightly tickle Eve’s cheek. “And he’s got this little nugget.” 

When his daughter giggled in his arms, Jake pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her hair. He smiled contently before turning his head to connect his lips with yours. You both grinned into the kiss, that usual fluttering blooming in his stomach as you placed your hand on his cheek to draw him in closer. 

“Ok,” Payback just short of shouted, trying to pull your and Jake's attention back to the surface. “You know other people are here, right? And you’ve got a child in your arms.”

Separating from Jake, you looked back to your group of friends. “That was an innocent kiss.”

Fanboy snorted and took a bite of his cake. “It was no peck,” he mumbled around a mouthful of sponge and frosting. 

Jake reached behind you to rest his hand against your lower back, but it lasted there all of five seconds before traveling lower to settle on your ass. "Well, that’s as innocent as we get," he said.

“Pathetic,” Rooster playfully scoffed. “Be less in love with each other.”

“Not a chance, man.”

Everyone released a mocking groan at the sappiness, but Jake only snickered and leaned over to kiss your temple. It wasn’t the first time his teammates had joked about your supposed ‘nauseating’ obsession with one another, but underneath, their love for the two of you together was more than supported. 

“We should probably go,” Phoenix said. They all nodded in agreement, hugging you and Jake before giving extra special goodbyes to your daughter. Then they were gone—so much like a herd of wild animals or a school of fish migrating in one giant mass. 

Jake blew out a breath. He wasn’t old, but it didn’t mean the man didn’t feel the exhaustion of the long evening. 

“Tired?” you asked, extending your arms for Eve. 

He handed the girl over to her mother and shook his head. “No, I’m fine.”

“Good, because your night is not over yet.” 

Jake’s eyes followed the movement of your finger drawing a line down the row of his shirt buttons. He looked up at you. “Is that right?”

You winked, and as you turned on your heel to go put Eve to bed, Jake began to throw forgotten used cups and plates into the trash. They littered the area but he expected no less. His friends had a habit of bringing a tornado with them just to vanish when time to deal with the aftermath. 

“You don’t have to do that, baby,” you said, stepping back down the stairs. He felt your arms snake around his waist a moment later and squeeze. “Come with me instead.” 

Taking his hand, you led him to sit in a dining chair and settled yourself onto his lap. 

He knew his gaze was burning as it roamed over the features of your face. The only time it wasn’t was when he made sure to tamp down his desire in front of his daughter. But his baby girl was asleep now, and nothing stopped him from unveiling the entirety of what he felt for you. 

He was fully prepared to capture your lips in a kiss, but you stopped him when you said, “I got you a birthday present.”

Jake cared; he did. But you’d already given him so much and his neediness for you blocked out any ability to think of what could possibly be more important than you on top of him; he inside of you. 

He hummed lowly. “Does it happen to be lacy?” he asked. His fingers slid along the smooth skin of your thigh, pushing up the hem of your dress. “And under here?”

“Yes,” you grinned as you tilted your head down to brush your nose over his. “But I got you something else, too. Something better.”

You hopped up, slipping from his grasp before he could blink and disappearing around the corner into the hall. He instantly felt the gaping hole of your absence; the chill now coating his skin from the sudden loss of your warm body. He wasn’t a fan.

“Honey, I’m not sure there’s much better than you all dolled up in lace,” he called after you. 

You returned with your hands tucked behind your back, a sweet smile on your face as you once again took your seat atop his thighs. Jake rose a brow at your barely contained excitement when you whipped an envelope out and held it in front of his face. He leaned back a bit to get a good look, but the crisp, white folded paper was blank. 

“What is this?”

“You have to open it and read.”

He did as told and took it from your hands, lifting the unsealed flap and pulling out another folded sheet of paper. One of his arms snuck around your waist, holding your body flush against his again—tighter this time so you had no chance of escape—as he began to read aloud. 

“Petition for a change of name of a mi—” Jake’s voice caught on the syllable. His whole body, organs and all, briefly froze within him. A swallow strained his throat. “Minor,” he finally finished. He let the word settle on his tongue and when his brain regained functioning and fully processed the weight of its meaning, his eyes flicked over to yours. “Are you serious?”

Nodding with surety and cupping his cheek, you said, “I want to change her name. You just have to agree and we’ll sign some papers.”

The tears began to cloud his vision, fuzzing the words on the page as he read them again and again. “So, she’d…”

“She’d be Eve Seresin.”

Jake had imagined it before, dreamed about it. His sweet family—a small unit of Seresins that might one day grow into a decent sized bunch. You and he outnumbered by a group of little ones. But since your baby girl was such a surprise and you’d had Eve without him there—without him even in the picture at the time—her name was yours. Jake was fine with that. Of course, he was. It only made sense, and he wasn’t going to demand his daughter take his name just because you and he were officially together. But he couldn’t deny how the thought of his baby girl being a Seresin in name delightfully tightened his chest. He wouldn’t be too terribly upset by his woman sharing his name, either.

With your free hand, you brushed away the escaped salty droplet that slipped down his cheek. He met your eyes again.

“Honey, are you sure? Just because she doesn’t have my name, doesn’t mean—”

You shook your head. “I know, but your family name means something to you,” you said. “Besides, I imagine we’d be doing this sooner or later, and with Eve starting daycare in a couple of months it’s really the perfect time.”

You’re amazing, you know that? He thought about saying it every time he looked at you. Every time he saw you walk through the door, or take care of your daughter, or when you crawled into bed and cuddled up to him. And moments like this, when you expressed your devotion in such wonderful, unexpected ways. 

Jake put his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you down for the kiss he’d been desperate to give you. It was a pattern of long kisses between short kisses, with some kisses making their way to cheeks and jawlines, and eventually, his lips found the sweet, delicate skin of your neck, sucking red marks into the flesh. He liked those marks—made sure to give them to you often—a new one for every old one that disappeared. He was especially adamant about it once you’d started back to work at the bar, remembering all too clearly the wide range of drunk men that went far out of their way to hit on you. But you were his now. You shared a daughter, you had a future, and he didn’t need other guys thinking they were going to get lucky with his lady. And though you didn’t give him the satisfaction, he knew you secretly loved it, too.

You moaned, your head naturally falling to the side to open access to more of your skin, and Jake gripped your neck a bit harder, holding you still as he took a gentle bite.

“I love you,” he whispered against your neck, licking over the fresh mark to soothe the tenderness before lifting his head. “And you gave me a wonderful gift.”

The glimmer in your eye—he lived for that glimmer. That little shine of pride. “Yea?”

“Yea.” He smiled softly. “Any chance you want to get your name changed, too?” 

That smile morphed into a pout, his bottom lip slightly puckering.

“Don’t puppy-dog-eyes me, Seresin.”

“But Honey, I can get a wedding together so fast.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, but your lips were struggling to stay in a straight line. They begged to curve upwards; to part and bare your white teeth in the perfect smile that had taken him to his damn knees the first time he saw you. 

Jake loved when he could get your smile to break through any emotion you were feeling or trying to portray. He was convinced that was one of the reasons you worked so well together. Crying, irritated, exhausted—didn’t matter what it was, he could find some way to get you to crack a smile. Now was no different. 

He knew you weren’t going to say yes; your relationship was officially only six months old and you’d always lived by a hard line of being with a man for a year before getting married. He knew this before you even slept together, back when you were friends exchanging innocent thoughts about potential futures. But that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy hinting at the subject every once in a while. 

“We’ll talk about it,” you said, moving one of his stray blond locks back into place. “But let's start with our daughter’s.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

He accepted your kiss—your promise that when he asked you that question for real, you would say yes. That was enough for him. When you were ready, he would get down on his knee and present the ring he’d had made a month ago, and you would start another chapter. But for now, everything he had was enough. More than enough. More than he could’ve dreamed of. 

“Would you like to have your other present now?” you asked. 

Your finger slowly traced the neckline of your dress, pulling down just a bit to reveal the lacy trim of your bra.

Jake took in a deep inhale through his nose and let the exhale fill his cheeks as it left his body. Just under that dress was a layer of thin, intricate material in a deep shade of red just barely covering some of his favorite parts of you. Swallowing hard, he replaced your finger with his and pulled the front of your dress lower to expose more of the garment. The lace barely contained the swell of your breasts, and he instantly hardened beneath you, cock straining against the zipper of his jeans. 

With his eyes still glued to your cleavage, he nodded. “I would absolutely love to have my other present now.”

[psychedelic-charm]

The Amazing Digital Circus Recipe Ideas

1. Glitch Cupcakes

Ingredients: Vanilla or chocolate cupcakes, bright colored icing (blue, neon pink, green), edible glitter, and candy pixels (made with small square-shaped candies).

Idea: Decorate the cupcakes with digital glitch patterns using bright, pixelated colors and add some metallic or glowing effects to reflect the theme.

2. Circus Popcorn Cones

Ingredients: Freshly popped popcorn, melted chocolate (white, dark, or colored candy melts), sprinkles, edible confetti, and sugar cones.

Idea: Fill the sugar cones with the popcorn and drizzle with colorful chocolate, adding edible confetti and sprinkles to make them pop with color and circus excitement.

3. Neon Pixel Jello Bites

Ingredients: Different flavors/colors of jello, neon food coloring, and small square-shaped molds.

Idea: Make jello bites in various bright neon colors to look like digital pixels. You can layer them in a clear glass bowl to create a glowing, tech-inspired effect that resembles a digital screen.

4. Clown Cake Pops

Ingredients: Cake pop mix, candy melts in bright colors, edible metallic paint, and candy eyes.

Idea: Shape cake pops into mini robots or clown faces. Use candy melts to give them fun, whimsical colors and add metallic touches to give them a digital feel.

5. Augmented Reality Nachos

Ingredients: Tortilla chips, multicolored cheese sauces (cheddar, mozzarella dyed with food coloring), guacamole, salsa, sour cream, and digital-themed toppers (like pixelated cheese or nachos shaped like tech symbols).

Idea: Serve this with a fun twist by arranging the nachos in a digital pattern, or use nacho toppings with wild, unexpected colors that look like they’ve been “augmented” digitally.

6. Glowing Cotton Candy Drinks

Ingredients: Club soda, colorful cotton candy, and edible glow sticks or LED ice cubes.

Idea: Serve a drink with a tuft of cotton candy on top. When stirred in, it dissolves and creates a sweet, colorful drink. The glowing ice cubes or LED sticks add a futuristic, digital effect.

7. Pixelated Fruit Kabobs

Ingredients: Different types of colorful fruits like watermelon, pineapple, strawberries, and cantaloupe cut into cube shapes.

Idea: Arrange these fruit cubes on skewers to resemble pixels. You can even create patterns or images with the cubes to enhance the digital vibe.

8. Virtual Reality Pizza

Ingredients: Basic pizza dough, neon-colored toppings (dyed cheese, bright vegetables like bell peppers), and LED skewers.

Idea: Top your pizza with vibrant, digital-inspired toppings. You can even serve slices on LED-lit plates for an extra futuristic feel!

9. Pixel Pancakes

Make pancakes in different shapes and vibrant colors to represent pixels. You can use food coloring to create different shades. Stack them up and decorate with colorful fruits (blueberries, strawberries, kiwi) and whipped cream.

Ingredients: Pancake mix, food coloring, fruit, whipped cream

Directions: Make the pancake batter, divide it into separate bowls, and add different colors. Pour in pixel shapes using cookie cutters or freehand. Stack and decorate!

10. Circus Swirl Smoothie

A layered smoothie in bright, contrasting colors. Think of it as layers of different flavors stacked like a digital landscape.

Ingredients: Mango, strawberries, blueberries, yogurt, spinach, almond milk

Directions: Blend each fruit separately with a bit of yogurt and almond milk, then layer them carefully in a glass for a striped, rainbow effect.

11.Neon Popcorn

Regular popcorn with an exciting twist! Coat popcorn with neon-colored candy melts or edible glitter for a fun snack that feels like it’s straight out of a digital circus.

Ingredients: Popcorn, candy melts (neon colors), edible glitter

Directions: Melt candy melts, toss popcorn, and coat. Add edible glitter for an extra pop!

12. Digital Circuit Board Cookies

Sugar cookies shaped and decorated to resemble circuit boards or digital screens. Use royal icing to draw out "wires" and "chips."

Ingredients: Sugar cookie dough, royal icing, food coloring, edible silver dust

Directions: Bake the cookies in square or rectangular shapes, then decorate with green icing to mimic a circuit board. Use darker icing to draw connections and sprinkle edible dust for a high-tech look.

13. Binary Byte Brownies

These brownies are divided into tiny squares (like pixels) and decorated with a binary pattern using white and dark chocolate.

Ingredients: Brownie mix, white chocolate, dark chocolate

Directions: Bake a sheet of brownies and once cooled, cut into small squares. Decorate each square with melted white or dark chocolate to represent binary code (1s and 0s).

14. Digital Rainbow Donuts

Idea: Brightly colored donuts with a rainbow glaze, giving them a surreal, otherworldly appearance.

Ingredients: Donut batter, rainbow icing (made with white icing and food coloring), sprinkles.

Decoration: Dip the donuts into colorful glazes, using swirling patterns or separate rainbow layers for an electric circus feel.

[sweethoneyrose83]

The Amazing Digital Circus Recipe Ideas

1. Glitch Cupcakes

Ingredients: Vanilla or chocolate cupcakes, bright colored icing (blue, neon pink, green), edible glitter, and candy pixels (made with small square-shaped candies).

Idea: Decorate the cupcakes with digital glitch patterns using bright, pixelated colors and add some metallic or glowing effects to reflect the theme.

2. Circus Popcorn Cones

Ingredients: Freshly popped popcorn, melted chocolate (white, dark, or colored candy melts), sprinkles, edible confetti, and sugar cones.

Idea: Fill the sugar cones with the popcorn and drizzle with colorful chocolate, adding edible confetti and sprinkles to make them pop with color and circus excitement.

3. Neon Pixel Jello Bites

Ingredients: Different flavors/colors of jello, neon food coloring, and small square-shaped molds.

Idea: Make jello bites in various bright neon colors to look like digital pixels. You can layer them in a clear glass bowl to create a glowing, tech-inspired effect that resembles a digital screen.

4. Clown Cake Pops

Ingredients: Cake pop mix, candy melts in bright colors, edible metallic paint, and candy eyes.

Idea: Shape cake pops into mini robots or clown faces. Use candy melts to give them fun, whimsical colors and add metallic touches to give them a digital feel.

5. Augmented Reality Nachos

Ingredients: Tortilla chips, multicolored cheese sauces (cheddar, mozzarella dyed with food coloring), guacamole, salsa, sour cream, and digital-themed toppers (like pixelated cheese or nachos shaped like tech symbols).

Idea: Serve this with a fun twist by arranging the nachos in a digital pattern, or use nacho toppings with wild, unexpected colors that look like they’ve been “augmented” digitally.

6. Glowing Cotton Candy Drinks

Ingredients: Club soda, colorful cotton candy, and edible glow sticks or LED ice cubes.

Idea: Serve a drink with a tuft of cotton candy on top. When stirred in, it dissolves and creates a sweet, colorful drink. The glowing ice cubes or LED sticks add a futuristic, digital effect.

7. Pixelated Fruit Kabobs

Ingredients: Different types of colorful fruits like watermelon, pineapple, strawberries, and cantaloupe cut into cube shapes.

Idea: Arrange these fruit cubes on skewers to resemble pixels. You can even create patterns or images with the cubes to enhance the digital vibe.

8. Virtual Reality Pizza

Ingredients: Basic pizza dough, neon-colored toppings (dyed cheese, bright vegetables like bell peppers), and LED skewers.

Idea: Top your pizza with vibrant, digital-inspired toppings. You can even serve slices on LED-lit plates for an extra futuristic feel!

9. Pixel Pancakes

Make pancakes in different shapes and vibrant colors to represent pixels. You can use food coloring to create different shades. Stack them up and decorate with colorful fruits (blueberries, strawberries, kiwi) and whipped cream.

Ingredients: Pancake mix, food coloring, fruit, whipped cream

Directions: Make the pancake batter, divide it into separate bowls, and add different colors. Pour in pixel shapes using cookie cutters or freehand. Stack and decorate!

10. Circus Swirl Smoothie

A layered smoothie in bright, contrasting colors. Think of it as layers of different flavors stacked like a digital landscape.

Ingredients: Mango, strawberries, blueberries, yogurt, spinach, almond milk

Directions: Blend each fruit separately with a bit of yogurt and almond milk, then layer them carefully in a glass for a striped, rainbow effect.

11.Neon Popcorn

Regular popcorn with an exciting twist! Coat popcorn with neon-colored candy melts or edible glitter for a fun snack that feels like it’s straight out of a digital circus.

Ingredients: Popcorn, candy melts (neon colors), edible glitter

Directions: Melt candy melts, toss popcorn, and coat. Add edible glitter for an extra pop!

12. Digital Circuit Board Cookies

Sugar cookies shaped and decorated to resemble circuit boards or digital screens. Use royal icing to draw out "wires" and "chips."

Ingredients: Sugar cookie dough, royal icing, food coloring, edible silver dust

Directions: Bake the cookies in square or rectangular shapes, then decorate with green icing to mimic a circuit board. Use darker icing to draw connections and sprinkle edible dust for a high-tech look.

13. Binary Byte Brownies

These brownies are divided into tiny squares (like pixels) and decorated with a binary pattern using white and dark chocolate.

Ingredients: Brownie mix, white chocolate, dark chocolate

Directions: Bake a sheet of brownies and once cooled, cut into small squares. Decorate each square with melted white or dark chocolate to represent binary code (1s and 0s).

14. Digital Rainbow Donuts

Idea: Brightly colored donuts with a rainbow glaze, giving them a surreal, otherworldly appearance.

Ingredients: Donut batter, rainbow icing (made with white icing and food coloring), sprinkles.

Decoration: Dip the donuts into colorful glazes, using swirling patterns or separate rainbow layers for an electric circus feel.

[kiralou02]

I just love stickers glitter rainbows holographic anything stuffed animals digital camera photos poleroids old vintage faded pictures candy ice cream glitter cartooons funky tights cookies noodles folk culture around the world train rides fur coats old jewelry antique shopping y2k nostalgia 90s nostalgia 80s girly nostalgia black girl culture in America sail boats sunshine beaches cafes gift shops beds with pretty sheets old cartoon comforters old technology glitter sunshine big glasses dresses weddings birthdays Christmas parties clowns vw bugs 70s vans smoothies fraps sprite with flavorings strawberries w sugar doughnuts quesadillas burritos churros trying fun desserts soft blankets sift hugs meeting dogs sitting on steps grooving to music laughing super hard colorful homes cute phone accessories lava lamps old stories of good times sisterhood whimsigoth Betsy Johnson as a person Vivienne Westwood as a person Funky colorful old women toddlers big Texas hair white teeth polished outfits tattered big skirts tie dye headbands accessories HATS cool glasses cool socks matching underwear clean rooms nice classic Martha Stewart vibes big suvs Japanese gal vibes Japanese street fashion mushrooms dmt acid rolling balls and making friends at concerts finding funny texts posts on tumblr pancakes w vanilla flavor Mac n cheese stuffing corn bread Turkey and gravy warm baths in deep tubs perfume rave clothes from all eras disco vibes 60s teen vibes 1940s glamour 1920s eye makeup and coats Victorian silhouettes Edwardian hats England culture Spain architecture French countryside Vibes Italian countryside vibes nice women who bake and look pretty and have beautiful chill hearts funny people hamburgers w fries and ranch or cheese sauce icecream cones colorful murals milkshakes piercings tattoo shop smell airbrush shirts beach town vibes. Ocean water middle school nostalgia Italian ice dip n dots

[sisterfound]

i did actually come to a conclusion / personalized 'how she died' ! will be under this readmore.

I like to think when Elizabeth found herself alone with Circus Baby, she didn't die right away. I know that contradicts 'canon' implication, but the idea of her rambling out of excitement just before her death suits my lizzie & CB. She'd tell Baby about how she always wanted to meet her because her father wouldn't let her and baby would respond back 'oh, that's odd. your father sounds no fun, i'm a very safe party clown!' "I know! I know you are! I trust that!" ' you trust me?' "yeah, duh! you're made for me!" 'i was. elizabeth. your name is elizabeth, right? he said that name when he worked on me.' "Oh?! yes! Daddy mentioned me? I'm elizabeth!" 'yes. this is wonderful, shall we celebrate? to meet you is a joyful occasion, maybe worth a Vanilla cone with a cherry on top?' and that's when she's killed, Baby pulls her inside of herself to make her more 'at home' with her. if she was made for lizzie, it makes sense she'd stay with her .

As for why? I like to think as a mirror of Henry's descent into madness and agony, William does the same with Circus Baby and the Funtimes, this is following after Evan's death. He's grieving and losing himself, he bashes the bots about and sometimes complains to them, muttering about how clingy Elizabeth had gotten when he saw Baby's blueprints and assumes she's for her. He wants to keep his children safe and away from ever dying again, and he'll do whatever it takes to make sure they live a long happy life. forever, even, with the agony he'll get. And Baby picks that interpretation as 'to kill the physical body means to harvest the eternity the body held.'

but the death wasn't instant either (like a madman i keep going!), she's not cramped, not contorted, she's pulled by her hands, swung about in a twirl with baby, seemingly fun and silly! then she's getting closer and hugged - that's when she feels the claw burst through her body and eventually, she is 'gently' pushed within Baby's cavity.

[quenthel]

What would your OCs favorite ice cream flavors be? :)

I feel like if August was given a cone he would cry bc he probably never had icecream in his life before (or maybe he did when he went to see dribbles the clown, beloved favorite clown of all of baldur's gate, including durge).

Lizards cant digest lactose so Oxoth probably hates it bc it makes her sick :( Wranlen's favorite is probably something basic like vanilla (im not sure abt the chocho situation in faerun, but i bet candlekeep wizards were making ice cream im 100% sure)

Idk if ice-cream exists in warhammer bc its an evil setting but if it did, Donna would like something decadent like dark chocho with orange or one tasting like a different dessert (like a famous type of cake... in hungary we kept getting these cake of the year flavored seasonal ice cream flavors im thinking abt those lmao)

I tried to look up if ice cream is a thing in Eora (inconclusive) but if they do exist Paps would have access to it growing up (being an aristocrat and whatnot) so she is probably a fiend for them. She would be the type of person who loves the fruit flavored ones like peach and strawberry etc

[whitefangz]

physically im here but mentally im walking to the hyatt in incline village at the end of a hot summer day with my mom and we are going to get the clown sundae they make in the restaurant there which is literally just a warm brownie with a scoop of vanilla icecream on it except they put a cone on top of it (clown hat) and make a face out of m&ms. they stopped making this when i was like 12 and ive been in a state of devastation ever since

[dandydogboy]

Hi, I'm sick at home so here is what I think all of my OCs (or most) would taste like if you bite into them ^^

💖 sonas

Prickle: Watermelon candy, mainly watermelon sour patch kids

Eli: cigarette smoke but also chocolate

Salem: Ube cake, they are literally the same color

Benjamin Beedles: uh, coffee

🌄 Sunstreak city

Parker: orange sherbet

Cynder: Strawberry

Pistol: uhh, strawberry banana I think

Dotty: Peaches, her last name is peaches, tho realistically she'd taste like gator

Cecil: idk, some sort of fruit salad I think

Dandelion: He probably tastes like skin. Tho, idk how many people did this but if you ever took a bite of a dandelion imagine that's what he tastes like.

Milk Tea: I imagine she tastes like strawberry milk tea but my gf said she probably tastes like butter flavored cotton candy, whatever that is

Mini Magica: Mango

Gumdrop: I feel like this one is obvious

Desmond: Probably chalk tbh, that texture too

Elliot: Something about him makes me think he'd taste like water

Bigtop: uhh, raspberries maybe, or a combination blackberry and raspberry

Saturn: banana

🐰 Rabbitville

Adah: fruit punch maybe

Aurora: gardenias, but the way they smell

Chloe: erm, blue raspberry snow cone

Cream: coffee, but like with a lot of sweetener and milk in it

Lola: dum dums dragon fruit lollipop

Lucy: uh.. mushroom maybe

Molly: hamburger or like, some tasty vanilla and chocolate thing, like marble cake

Starshine: cinnamon roll, cream cheese icing

Sugar: brown sugar

Squidge: Monster energy but if you took all the flavors and mixed them together so you're basically drinking battery acid

Penelope: chocolate chip cookie, but like double chocolate so the cookie is chocolate as well

Peanut: cotton candy

Miles: Animal cracker

Maxwell: Idk, old yogurt?

Latte: um.. a latte

Io: Fruit gummy but like.. cold. Iced fruit gummy

Inu: pineapple maybe? Pineapple cracker

Inky: Rocks, or the way pen ink smells. Or Hot Topic ig

Honey: ik what you're probably thinking "ah she tastes like honey bc that's her name" NO she tastes like bees

Finley: Either button mushroom or fresh basil

Eleanor: grape fanta

Daisy: cream filled donut but there's so much cream that it's all you can really taste

Courtney: pomegranate

Anthony: fish sticks. Fried fish sticks

James: orange peel probably

Owen: felt. He's not made of felt I just think he'd taste like it

Wesley: lavender

Arachnid: roses I think

Clue: blueberries, but the sour ones

Jupiter: idk smth nasty

Daredevil: spicy candy, like cinnamon candies

Nightstar: uh Ireland

🐦‍⬛ Ravendale

Zapp: Batteries

Toodles: Probably balloons

Peony: metal, they aren't made of metal, I just think they'd taste like it

Mel: caramel or graham cracker

Maxxie: glowstick fluid and mint

Jester: clown makeup and licorice

Cozii: peanut butter and chocolate

Clementine: pine tree or fudge

Bonk: peanuts

🪽 Afterlife

Cryptid: Charcoal

Spinach: spinach, artichoke, maybe together

Creation: Croissant

Demetri: cherry candy

Brandi: Alcohol, non specific

Aura: idk but her eyes remind me of sweet potato

Edmund: Glitter/neg

Theseus: paper

Locket: meringue

Nova: lilac, the color, and stars

Viper: snake.

Roulette: pennies

Renn: butter

Sariel: butter again

Yeshua: paprika

Misc

Bubblegum: bubblegum

Cherpie: froot loops

Hopscotch: those stupid little hard fruit candies that I don't understand how anyone likes them

Indigo: Squid ink

Jeremy: the moon

Kiwi: weed. Probably kiwis too

Mochi: oreo

Sandy: gingerbread

Sunny: honey :3

Okay. That's all I'm doing, I still have more OCs but eh

[sisterlost]

.GENERAL.

NAME : elizabeth 'abigail' afton AGE : 10 DOB : October 10th, 1970 GENDER : female ORIENTATION: she does not know. SPECIES : human OCCUPATION : student

.APPEARANCE.

EYE COLOR : green eyes HAIR COLOR : orange/red hair HEIGHT : 4"9 BODY : thin TATTOOS : none PIERCING : ears! STYLE : 70s/80's child fashion (girly!)

Elizabeth "Abigail" Afton is the twin sister to Evan/C.C, she's just a few moments behind him, both being 10 years old. She's very energetic, sweet, bratty (depending on whose near her), silly and a quick thinker. Sure, she may have not listened to her father and its lead her to her DEATH but she's not gone forever.

when Elizabeth found herself alone with Circus Baby, she didn't die right away. I know that contradicts 'canon' implication, but the idea of her rambling out of excitement just before her death suits my lizzie & CB. She'd tell Baby about how she always wanted to meet her because her father wouldn't let her and baby would respond back

'oh, that's odd. your father sounds no fun, i'm a very safe party clown!' "I know! I know you are! I trust that!" ' you trust me?' "yeah, duh! you're made for me!" 'i was. elizabeth. your name is elizabeth, right? he said that name when he worked on me.' "Oh?! yes! Daddy mentioned me? I'm elizabeth!" 'yes. this is wonderful, shall we celebrate? to meet you is a joyful occasion, maybe worth a Vanilla cone with a cherry on top?' and that's when she's killed, Baby pulls her inside of herself to make her more 'at home' with her. if she was made for lizzie, it makes sense she'd stay with her .

As for why? I like to think as a mirror of Henry's descent into madness and agony, William does the same with Circus Baby and the Funtimes, this is following after Evan's death. He's grieving and losing himself, he bashes the bots about and sometimes complains to them, muttering about how clingy Elizabeth had gotten when he saw Baby's blueprints and assumes she's for her. He wants to keep his children safe and away from ever dying again, and he'll do whatever it takes to make sure they live a long happy life. forever, even, with the agony he'll get.

And Baby picks that interpretation as 'to kill the physical body means to harvest the eternity the body held.'

but the death wasn't instant either (like a madman i keep going!), she's not cramped, not contorted, she's pulled by her hands, swung about in a twirl with baby, seemingly fun and silly! then she's getting closer and hugged - that's when she feels the claw burst through her body and eventually, she is 'gently' pushed within Baby's cavity.

[angelwolf745]

Levi fear of Clown’s [Just reader reacting to Levi fear of Clowns] S4 Pt2 Spoilers

After getting your ice cream with Sasha - you never expect what you witnessed. It was hilarious. It was as if the gods from above sent you a miracle to have you see this moment. The sight in front of you was adorable, a 10/10 you could say so yourself, a moment that you perhaps never see again in your life ever again. Levi Ackerman, Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, frozen as ice, his blood running cold, and his eyes full of fright from a big clown behind him.

You see the stranger trying to speak to your husband as if he was a child, even handing him a lollipop.

“Cool outfit. You in a kiddie gang?” The man jokes, his smile causing Levi to clench his hand in his pockets. Immediately you pinched the top of your hat and put it over your face to cover your giggle. “I better go help him.” You console yourself, placing your cute hat back on your head as you stroll to help Levi.

You see your husband turn away from the man and ignore him, however; knowing the man for quite some time, you could still see his shoulders stiff as a rock. As Levi turned away from the terrifying colorful man, his eyes glimmered with hope when you came into view like you were his savior from heaven. Without a second thought, the black-hair man hastily went to your side, swooping your arm into his, locking each other together.

“Where were you?” He questions, carefully pulling you to the side to keep each other hidden.

“I was with Sasha getting ice cream.” You explained, raising the vanilla in a cone to show Levi. He eyed you, before humming, “You should watch what you eat, we are in unknown territory.”

You sigh, “Right. We don’t want to make ourselves stand out like them.” You nod your head towards the Scouts squealing over ice cream, smiling at the young’s ones childish yet adorable behavior. Levi releases a faint pleasant sigh.

“Oh and- to be careful of clowns too.” You coughed, and your cheeks slightly pink from still thinking the whole ‘Levi is afraid of clowns’ was cute. Your husband noticed, causing his eyes to narrow and grip your arm tighter. Oh boy, you didn’t expect him to be this scared. You carefully placed the ice cream in your free hand as you use your other hand to intertwine it with Levi’s. Gently, you massage your thumb over his knuckles, seeing his appearance loosen up.

“We will not speak of them.” He declares, turning his calm attention to you. For a second your eyes wide from seeing a hint of pink on Levi’s cheeks… was he embarrassed?

“Levi, sweetie, it’s just clo-“

“Shut it, brat.”

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This really sucks. I just can’t get over how we'll MAPP did him in last ep. Like oh my lord, he so fine. 🥵🤭

[riintarro]

#𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

⤷    pairings : suna rintaro, atsumu miya, koutarou bokuto, kuroo tetsurou, iwaizumi hajime

⤷    warnings : slight nsfw implications, use of female body parts

⤷    author’s note : i went to the beach the other day and all i could think about were these

𝐊.𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 — “babe, babe, baby.” rising from his spot on the towel, he lifted up his sunglasses to get a better look at you. he had a slight tan line due to his time under the sun. “hi. are you having fun?” “can you get my back?” holding out your hands with the sunscreen bottle opened, he giggled at the streak of white that you missed to rub in along your nose. “of course! here!” he jumped up and patted his original spot for you to lie down on. you got yourself comfortable, the sand being quite soft underneath you, as the sun screen cooled your warm skin. bokuto undid your swimsuit strap to get better access of your back. your body relaxed at the gentle care your boyfriend gave you. you sighed. it was soothing until you felt two hands on your chest. your breath hitched as he pinched your peaks. “i think you forgot this area.”

𝐇.𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 — you and your boyfriend were floating in the calm waters, his arms around you waist as you both watched makki and mattsun dunk oikawa into the water, while the brunette screamed about his hair. you giggled at the trio and pressed your back against iwaizumi’s chest. “your friends are clowns.” he snorted at your comment. “they’re the whole circus.” the water lapping at your shoulders and chest and the sand digging in between your toes made you sigh and rest your head on his shoulder. he grinned at your laxed face. feeling his fingers trail down from your sides to between your thighs, you gave him a confused look. “why don’t we have our own fun?” he asked while moving your swimsuit to the side and inserting his fingers into your pussy.

𝐑.𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 — “vanilla’s better.” “you’re insane if you think that basic stuff can beat strawberry.” to cool down from the heat, you two decided that getting some ice cream would do the trick. in the midst of your argument on which flavour was superior, a bit of your treat dribbled from the cone and onto your chest. you hadn’t noticed, but someone did. suna watched as the white creamy liquid ran from the top of your breast to into your cleavage. forgetting your little dispute, he ran his tongue over his lips and dragged you into an empty alleyway. your eyes widened and a gasp escaped your lips. “r-rin?” he was bent over, locking eyes with you as his tongue met with your sticky skin. “what a kid. now i have to clean up.” 

𝐌.𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 — “look at the water!” you exclaimed. “it’s so pretty!” a squeal ran out of your mouth as you gave a little dance. “‘tsum tsum look!” “i’m looking, princess.” he chuckled at how excited you were. “i’m going in. ‘tsumu could you hold my clothes?” without waiting for a response, you quickly took off your top and revealed the swimming suit underneath. he frowned. on any other day, he would love for you to rip of your top for him, but today, there are too many people around. too many men around. before you could run off and get eyes leeched onto you, he grabbed your wrist and wrapped a towel around you. pulling you flush against him, he gripped your ass tightly. “sorry baby. there are too many roaches around. can’t lose you to anyone.”

𝐓.𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 — you were laying down on a beach mat, flipping through a book and enjoying the warm sunlight. the gleeful cheers filled your ears and you could pick out your boyfriend’s laugh out of the crowd. kuroo ran out of the waters to come and fetch you to join him. with your ass out and your swimsuit defining your curves, he couldn’t resist the urge. biting his bottom lip, he landed a hand on one of your cheeks. with a smack, you gasped and turned around. “��tetsu, what the fuck?” “you look too good not to touch, babe.”

© riintarro 2021. do not repost/copy, alter, or share any of my works onto any other platforms.

[darthwheezely]

i walk the line - f.w. - prologue

1950s American Carnival! AU

Summary: Chile, it’s a surprise ok damn

this has been on my mind for a while and I’m so excited to start writing this! Thanks to @lumosandnoxwriting for letting me bounce off ideas and in general being a big space of support for me here. Te adoro, te amo!

Warnings: 1950s America and all the shit that comes with it, NSFW/SMUT IN LATER CHAPTERS, alcohol usage, cussing, tw violence (fights), carny folk, contortionist, language and desc of intense circus acts, clowns PROBABLY BAD WRITING OOPS

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Marietta, Georgia. 1953.

A country on the come up as it were. An entire nation of people looking for a new hope, and inspiration to move forward from the shitshos called Korea and anything related to the European and Pacific Theatres. The Atomic Age was in its peak, and as such, so was Dwight D. Eisenhower. Citizens everywhere looked to each other in hopes of support, first dates, or a waffle cone from down the pier. A little film called Roman Holiday appeared on many a drive-in screen (it served many a purpose for a boy named Fred Weasley...) and Hound Dog was blasted in every jukebox in the country. A girl couldn’t walk down the street unless she donned her mother’s pearls or hed boyfriend’s leather jacket. Boys everywhere either were in love with or longed to be Elvis Presley so much it hurt. A young man named George Weasley found himself hopelessly addicted to half and half vanilla and strawberry milkshakes, while his older brother Fred found himself addicted to the feeling of his head in between a girl’s legs.

Life was steady, life was comfortable. But not everyone had as many means as the white picket fence and the cross in the kitchen. For the Weasley family, and many others like them, this era was one of hope, but also one of pain. Eras like this were reminders that the work they did was not the new normal, and would never be any sort of normal as long as they would run their troupe. For the 5 boys and their youngest sister, this was normal. Traveling the road summer to summer in the midst of a war on had been disastrous. Painful, even, to the family. But now with President Eisenhower and the overtly patriotic energy throughout the country - home could be easier. Home could be anywhere they needed it to be.

-

The stage was set. Their father Art donned in his red tailed velvet suit, smelling like cologne and buttered popcorn. Their mother watched from the crowd, red curls bubbling up like the caramel she drizzles over the roasted pecans she makes. Five boys sat behind the curtain, one flipping a butterfly knife, one tending to an elephant, one petting a lion, one burning out a cigarette, and one awaiting for his name to be called. If there was anything their mother had taught them, the curtain had always been home. The familiar carnival music played louder as the lights dimmed, their father stepping into the middle of the ring and grinning mischievously at the audience. He always said they were “old friends.” Art Weasley opened his mouth and gestured to the curtain, his eyes locked on the audience:

“Ladies and gentlemen: welcome to our home.”

[starry-skies-116]

Some headcanons for elizabeth afton, my favorite girl☺🥰😍!.

Sure thing, anon!:

Elizabeth’s date of birth was 1976, making her ten years old at the time of her death which was in 1986 on her eleventh birthday, three years after the Bite of '83. She is the youngest child and only daughter of the Afton family, and her birthday is on November 25th. Her Zodiac sign is Sagittarus.

Cisgender (she/her), absolute pansexual disaster (more discovered in the Alive!AU and my primary AU), literally CANNOT function around ANYONE she finds attractive.

In the Alive!AU, she was absolutely devastated when she learned what depression and psychosis really was, and that her brother Evan had them- she did everything in her power to protect him and care for him, and make him as happy as she could- not on her watch was he EVER going to try and take his own life EVER again- not her beloved brother, no.

She's absolute best friends with Charlie and Sammy, frequently hanging around them, and immensely values their companionship.

Elizabeth is noted to be the only one in her family to have freckles. She also had the habit of absentmindedly playing with her hair and toying/tinkering with the spare robot parts from her father’s workshop.

Her favorite food was soft-serve vanilla ice cream, preferably served in cones and with maraschino cherries on top.

Elizabeth is known to possess an air of charm about her somewhat, which sometimes allows her to get what she wants. One of her greatest fears is being ignored or disrespected, and she greatly loves people who care about her (i.e. her older brothers Evan and Michael), the sole exception being William, who spoils her rotten just to get her off his back (and she still loves him immensely, deeply respecting him and his accomplishments and wanting desperately to make him proud).

Like Evan, she has somewhat of an air of sarcasm and humor about her somewhat, though it is less snarky, and she has less of a sharper tongue than her brother.

Her favorite types of clothing are pastel pink, red, orange, yellow and white sweaters and dresses- she doesn’t like turtlenecks, though.

Alongside Evan, her favorite show was Fredbear and Friends (1983).

Pre-death (Primary AU), Elizabeth wasn’t too scared of clowns at all- in fact, Circus Baby was one of her favorite animatronics, one of the reasons being her design.

[justkeeptrekkin]

Object Permanence Prompts: I'm thinking like... a family day out? Maybe a zoo or aquarium?

Why yes, my dear, dear Tumblr friendo. I would most certainly like to write a family day out at the zoo/aquarium. thank you for the prompt <3

***

There are many benefits to being (at last) financially stable. For most of his teenage years Meng Yao focused all of his efforts on building a life that would grant him something close to autonomy. And when Meng Yao focuses his efforts, it is with a precision so sharp and precise that it is almost nauseating; the dizzy feeling of straining to look at a distant target and not letting yourself look away. Meng Yao has kept his eye on those targets for as long as he can remember.

He never imagined this being one of them. ‘This’ being the freedom to take a day off from work in order to go on a family day out to the zoo. 

A-Xing is now not so much a toddler as a trotter. The determination to run is clear, and yet toddling just doesn’t seem to be cutting it anymore -- and so he trots about the flat, laughing as he goes, like he’s performed a magic trick. Sometimes it does feel a bit like magic to Meng Yao, who will invigilate these bursts of energy with amusement and awe. It still takes some getting used to, having a child, even after all this time.

Now, A-Xing is running down the quiet path past the goat and antelope enclosures. Meng Yao watches, holding the baby’s little windbreaker, and waits for the moment that A-Xing will inevitably fall over and either burst into heartbroken tears or get right back up like a ping-pong ball.

“What do you think so far?” Lan Xichen asks.

The weather is bright and cool, and the sun is caught behind Lan Xichen. Meng Yao winces in the light, then looks ahead at where A-Xing has stopped to inspect a pebble on the ground.

“It’s calmer than I expected,” he admits. “Though that may be because it’s a Tuesday morning.”

Lan Xichen nods sagely. Initially, the thought of going to the zoo had been pretty hellish. Wei Wuxian had given them the idea, and as a habit, Meng Yao ignores most of his ideas. But then he’d gone on about how formative these early years are in creating happy memories, of doing things as a family, of experiencing days out together, expanding children’s horizons, introducing them to the animals that they’re constantly learning in their pop up books -- and Meng Yao had secretly conceded that Wei Wuxian may, perhaps, have a kernel of a point.

That, and Lan Xichen admitted later that evening whilst they were reading in bed that he had never been to the zoo before. And Meng Yao shared that he hadn’t either. And so it was tacitly agreed that they would raise their child neither like Lan Qiren nor like Meng Shi -- as hard as they both did try.

So far, they have seen otters (Lan Xichen had made a subtle comment on Meng Yao finding his ‘true family’) and giraffes (Meng Yao had returned the gag), and have not had a chance to look at much else because A-Xing has been running a marathon through the whole park. They’d stopped for an ice-cream, which A-Xing tried and then promptly decided he didn’t want after all, so Lan Xichen is currently eating a child-size, soft-serve vanilla cone.

“I’m finding it far less chaotic that Wangji suggested it would be,” Lan Xichen says after he finishes the last of the ice-cream cone.

Meng Yao purses his lips. “Wangji was dragged by Wei Wuxian on a Saturday afternoon with Nie Huaisang. I can’t imagine anything more chaotic.”

Lan Xichen narrows his eyes and his shoulders move with a silent laugh.

Up ahead, there’s the quiet whining sounds of A-Xing trying to decide whether or not he’s going to cry. He’s on his hands and knees. Lan Xichen swoops him up into his arms and blows a raspberry against the baby’s cheek before he can even think about crying, and he starts to laugh instead. The thing they have discovered about A-Xing is that he is a swiftly moving pendulum between unspeakable distress and uncontainable joy. There is rarely anything in between, aside from perhaps face-crumpling frustration.

“Look, A-Xing,” Meng Yao says. He’s using his painfully positive voice and dimply smile, which he’s discovered can sway both adults and babies. “Look -- there are penguins. Shall we have a look at the penguins?”

Bumps and bruises forgotten, A-Xing struggles in Lan Xichen’s arms to look where Meng Yao is pointing. Ahead, there is an open top enclosure with glass walls, a little huddle of penguins, and a few solo penguins hopping out of the water and waddling around. They’re small and occasionally make a ridiculous squawk. 

Meng Yao reads the placard, because, in Nie Huaisang’s words, he’s ‘like, super boring’. He sees it simply as not passing up on the opportunity to learn something.

A-Xing stares in that wide-eyed, zoned out awe that young children have. Lan Xichen holds their child and they both look into the enclosure together, heads huddled like they’re penguins, too. It’s a natural and wholesome sight, the picture of fatherhood that Meng Yao had never been able to imagine until he took in A-Xing.

“The Adélie penguin is one of the most common species of penguin, originating from the coast of Antarctica. They like to forage for their meals and are even known to steal from each other.” Meng Yao looks up at Lan Xichen, who is angling A-Xing so that he can see the penguins. “These are called penguins, A-Xing.”

“They have black and white fur,” Lan Xichen explains.

Another family stands further along from them, a slightly older child pressing her face to the glass and steaming it up with her breath. And then A-Xing begins to wriggle again, and so Lan Xichen puts him down and they watch him career ahead. Yes, it has taken getting used to, having a child. Another thing that has taken getting used to is being able to share all of the trials and tribulations of having a child with Lan Xichen. It still, therefore, leaves Meng Yao with that pleasant jolt of surprise when Lan Xichen reaches out his hand and links fingers with his.

In one of those startling, lovely moments of lucidity, he reminds himself: We’re parents.

Keeping the baby at a reasonable distance (Meng Yao itches to pick him up but allows A-Xing a certain amount of freedom), they find the aquarium. It’s dark and damp and warm and reminds him of some of the dorm rooms he had to live in at university. There are more fish here than there were there, though. And it’s more peaceful.

The light undulates through the tanks like some beautiful phenomenon in the night sky. Meng Yao holds a quiet A-Xing in his arms, brings him to the glass as they watch the jellyfish drift. Pink frills and tentacles stretch, and A-Xing goes very contemplative as he stares. That’s a very sobre expression for someone just over one year old; he must have picked that up from Lan Xichen, who has his hand on Meng Yao’s waist. The three of them watch the jellyfish in meditative silence.

The clown fish cause a little more excitement. A-Xing presses a tiny hand to the glass and makes quiet hiccuping noises of surprise when the little orange fish dart about in their anemones.

“A little orange fish,” Meng Yao points out. “It’s called a clown fish, A-Xing.”

“Fish.”

Lan Xichen goes very still next to him. They both look down at the baby.

“Fish?” Lan Xichen asks with raised brows, as if he’d misheard.

“Fish,” says A-Xing.

Meng Yao looks down at the little miracle in his arms. A-Xing utterly obvious to the somersaults his heart is doing, the tightness in his throat, the suffocating pride he feels that’s making him grin. Instead, he’s pressing his palm to the glass and frowning in concentration.

“Baba,” A-Xing says, tapping the glass. “Fish.”

“Yes, it’s a fish,” Meng Yao says as calmly and brightly as possible. “A-Xing, show baba and diedie the fish again.”

“Fish.”

Oh god. If there is anything that could make this moment better, it’s the little smile on Lan Xichen’s face, creeping up behind the dreamy look of awe. “Extraordinary,” Lan Xichen says. And then he kisses the top of A-Xing’s little black head of hair.

It is. A-Xing is extraordinary. Everything he does is extraordinary. Everything about this unexpected life is extraordinary.

My child is a genius, Meng Yao thinks as he kisses his cheeks and smiles himself giddy.