#Yellow Sprinkle duo!

[ainnur]

I forget how to colour 😭

Anyway Bai He and Mk cosplay as Wukong. Wukong cry while taking picture of them.

What Still Frozen au

[devilcat210]

LMAO🤣🤣🤣

This is the exact response Nil (000) when they met children they know nothing of😭

(The difference between Nobody/None and Number0/000/Nil are;

1. Nobody/None is originally a batcat-humane from the start while Number0/000/Nil is a human that got accident which caused them to have cat apperance and bat wings.

2. Nobody/None has lighter hair color (orange) than Number0/000/Nil (brown).

3. Nobody/None's pronoun is She/Them and Number0/000/Nil's pronoun is They/Them even though both of them are Demigirl.

4. Nobody/None's wings can't be hidden while Number0/000/Nil's wings can.

5. Both Nobody/None and Number0/000/Nil are awkward when around children. But, Nobody/None will be happy and try to be positive taking care children while Number0/000/Nil will be anxious and afraid to even touch them.

🪬❣️ To learn more about 002, check out my ToyHouse ❣️🪬

🌿 💛 To learn more about 000 (Nil), check out Zero’s [ @devilcat210 ] CharacterHub 💛 🌿

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[chaoticgoblindev]

The Pollen Dilemma

Pairing: Leona x Fem!Reader

Pronouns used: She/Her

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, smut, dedagration, praise, p in v, cussing, unprotected!sex, fem!reader, f!ngering, oral!giving, the reader is called "yuu".

Summary: With the ADeuce Duo and Grim, assignments are sure to go wrong. This time around, you earned a memorable encounter with a grumpy lion man.

A/N: based on a request, hope you enjoy🫶

Leona was pissed.

And no, it wasn't because his nap was ruined, it wasn't from being pestered by teachers, it wasn't even because of his family. The reason for his foul mood was simple and complex…

You. His herbivore. His bunny.

Everything began with a science project with the ADeuce Duo and Grim. Things were fine until they weren’t, on top of having to clean and help restore the alchemy lab to its former state, you now had to redo the assignment from scratch and within the day. It seemed Crewel was angrier than usual this time around. (but who could blame him when his pups always cause trouble.)

It fell to you, once again, to make sure everything was done correctly. If you were to be honest with yourself for once, it was exhausting. Cleaning the alchemy lab had taken a good 2 hours even with multiple people, 2 of which attempted to slack off. 

“Okay, now that everything is clean… We should start doing our project.” You sighed wearily and began to turn to face the designated cauldron that Deuce conveniently summoned.

Ace and Grim were sitting and slouching across the table and watched as you began gathering the required ingredients. 

“Come on, can’t we have a small break?” The ginger groaned as he began to spin his magic pen around. Grim added onto that with a whiny agreement which only added to your foul mood.

Deuce’s eyes flicked between the slouchers and his stressed friend. “Come on, the quicker we get this done the sooner we can relax. It’s our fault we are here anyway.” His attempt to ease the stress off your back by reminding his friends had made you smile faintly. Deuce was always intuitive and emotionally like that, even if he was just a tad delayed in getting the big picture. You nodded to him with thanks, something he mimicked.

The project was going smoothly again, the ingredients were added correctly, and the heating temperature was maintained perfectly. In a way, it reminds you of cooking. Eventually, it came down to the final stretch, adding pollen from a mystical flower said to have great regenerable abilities. The trick was having to add the mixture consistently and slowly at a set boiling temperature. Easy enough right? Wrong.

“Wait Grim don’t, that's the wrong side of the lid!” You shrieked, seeing the container pointed down at the cauldron on an open spout rather than a sprinkle. Grim had yanked back the pollen but it was too late, a big chunk of the flower dust fell into the cauldron. Seeing how this could go wrong from previous events, you ran towards Grim, grabbing him by the collar and tossing him to Ace. Ace caught him, eye widening seeing the cauldron bubbling and sparking.

“Get down!” Someone yelled as you pushed your friend to the ground and shielded them, your back facing the cauldron.

Poof!

Turning around you saw that yellow dust had exploded and landed in the areas close to the cauldron. The cleanup didn’t look like it would be too bad. But the project surely had to be redone. Again. 

“DAMMIT GRIM!” You bellowed, the stress rage finally snapping. You know it wasn’t his fault, it was an accident sure, but that didn’t stop you from taking it out on your friends. “How is it so damn hard for y’all to just complete one lesson without screwing it up!”

Grim looked dejected, his ears pinned and eyes wide which made Ace step in. “Woah! Prefect, it was an accident so chill out. We will just redo it and be extra careful this time, no need to yell.”

“We wouldn’t have to redo it if y’all would stop being so careless. Just get out and go.” You seethed, crossing your arms, “I will complete the project myself, and we will all get the same credit. Just. Go.” 

Deuce was quiet, and began ushering the other two out of the room. He at least understood your anger but it didn’t stop him from feeling a bit hurt at your harsh words.

In the silence of the lab, you sunk to your knees with a frustrated groan. You would apologize later, but as of now, you had to clean up and redo the project. When you grabbed the broom from the nearby closet, you noticed some of the pollen mixture had landed on your sleeve. On closer examination, you noticed it trailed all across your lab coat and your whole backside. 

“Fucking MARVELOUS.” Your biting sarcasm echoed around your lone figure as you yanked the lab coat off.

It had been 10 minutes when the mess was cleaned up and the ingredients were all lined up by the order they went in. The footsteps of someone grabbed your attention, and without turning to look at who it was you just assumed it was one of your friends. “Didn’t I say to leave? I said I would handle this.”

“Ahh... That explains it then.” The voice was too deep and rich for it to be the others, and even without turning, you knew who it was. Spinning around you saw Leona leaning against the doorway, his eyes seemed dilated compared to their usual slits which had thrown you off for a second. 

“Explains what exactly?” You huffed, not ready for the teasing comments of your crush.

“Why your buddies seemed to be walking to the mirror chamber like scolded dogs. Now it makes sense why…” His eyes lingered on your curves before he met your eye contact. “What happened?” 

You sat on the nearby desk and rubbed your eyes. “Healing flower pollen potion went wrong not once, but twice. It got all over me.”

“I know. I can smell it, I mean.” Leona cleared his throat and shifted his weight. “Do you... Need help?” He offered, which made your eyebrow raise. It wasn’t like him to make more work for him. Though when you attempted to comment he added with a sleazy smirk, “Ya just look stressed and what kind of housewarden would I be if I didn’t help out my freshman?” 

“We’re nearly the same age.” You deadpanned which he only smirked at and walked past you towards the cauldron. His posture and movements seemed tense, maybe the smell of the pollen was causing his senses to be overwhelmed. “You don’t have to help if the smell is too strong, I can handle it.” You grabbed his arm to stop him but he let out a low chuff when your fingers grazed his skin which made you pull back. 

“It’s… fine. Let’s just get it over with then.” Leona quickly lit the fire under the cauldron with a wave of his pen and began to silently add the ingredients. He barely let you help or get near to the cauldron, the help was appreciated but at the same time, it felt like he thought you would mess up.

“I can do it, you know?” You sighed. His ears twitched and he glanced at you then focused on the potion again. This was just confusing, he was confusing, just wasn’t acting like himself and seemed more jumpy. His voice cut you off just as you were going to ask him if he was fine.

“What exactly happened, Yuu?” Leona muttered, the tone of his almost seemed angry like he was holding himself back.

“Grim accidentally dropped a big chunk of the pollen at once.” You answered which caused Leona to pinch his brow and whisper something. “...Why?”

“Well, that explains the aroma. As soon as we are done here, you are going to Ramshackle and taking a long shower.” Leona replies as he finishes up the potion, this time sprinkling the pollen in controlled consistent amounts.

“What? Why? Does it smell that bad?” You took a whiff of your clothes yet nothing smelled strange, if anything the scent was sweet.

Leoma seemed to groan and leaned his head back. “Just- Don’t be a brat. Be a good girl and listen for once, ya?” His eyes dilated again as he finally faced you to hand over the potion. Now that you could see his full figure it seemed that he looked flushed in the face and panting. Maybe he was sick? However long you stared at him with a confused glower was a moment too long for his temper. “For fucks sake,” taking a few short steps towards you and forcing the bottle into your hands, a low growl formed in his throat, “Please, Bunny. Go straight to your dorm and wash that scent off you.” Leona disappeared past you, yet again cutting you off from speaking.

What the fuck just happened?

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Of course, you wished you had listened to Leona but in your defense, he never warned you what was so bad about whatever substance was on you. By the time you finally finished filling out the lab part of the assignment, it was nearly time for the deadline that Crewel set! You had to rush across campus to Crewel’s home class to deliver the potion. After explaining that you had sent your friends to their dorms to respect curfew he just nodded and sent you on your way.

You had been crossing the courtyard when you heard a few hushed voices around a corner. Upon squinting and getting closer you realized it was some Savanaclaw students.

“Wonder why Housewarden was acting like that today?” One of them huffed.

“I Know. Odd enough he showed up for Spelldrive practice but then he actually started to play. He was acting strange for sure.” The other validated your own experience.

“I feel like I am gonna be sore for weeks, maybe the Housewarden just needed to blow off steam or something?” The third groaned, rolling his shoulders.

“Wait, do you guys smell that?” The first one seemed to almost purr, his eyes dilating much like Leona’s did.

Damn beastman’s sense of smell.

Something wasn’t sitting right with you, like your gut instincts were kicking in. You quickly exited the area and began rushing back to the dorm with a brisk walking pace. After listening to the conversation you decided to visit Leona. I mean he had to explain what was going on.

Entering the mirror of Savanaclaw you were welcomed by the dusky arid landscape. In its own dried-up aesthetic, it was quite beautiful. Crossing the familiar tiered building, you noticed the wandering eyes of a few students. They all seemed to grow stiff, twitchy, almost agitated. A few of them even began to walk closer towards you. You quickly headed to Leona’s room, getting the feeling that the beastmen were not being their usual territorial selves. When you got to the door of Leona’s room it swung open and you were pulled inside.

“What the hell did I tell you, Bunny?” He growled, slamming your body into the door and caging you against it. Getting a good look at him, he looked downright sick or like he had been fighting someone.

“What’s going on?” Was all you could muster. He laughed darkly as he inched closer to you, though his muscles tightened and he pushed away from you. His eyes darted to the wood door you leaned against, another growl and he was back to dragging you away. He shoved you towards the bed with a restrained roughness.

“Why didn’t you listen to me like I said?” He covered his eyes with a hand and let out a groan of annoyance.

“I didn’t have time! When I finally finished the lab portion of the assignment it was nearly Crewel’s due date so I had to rush to his class.” You defended, gesticulating to emphasize your point.

Leona took a long breathy sigh and then pivoted to turn away from you. “That doesn’t explain why you came here.” He hissed.

What the hell was his deal? Or anyone’s for that matter. “I heard some students saying you were acting weird after you helped me. I was worried- what the hell is going on Leona?” 

The beastman inhaled slowly before walking towards his couch and leaning on the back of it, when he faced you again it was clear he was thinking of what to say. After a few heavy moments of silence, he slowly approached the topic. “The potion mishap didn’t just explode but created another substance altogether. Heavy amounts of the pollen can… be used as a... Aphrodisiac.” By the end of his sentence, he pinched the bridge of his nose and shifted his legs.

Oh.

OH.

“Well, fuck. So the beastmen?” You started then he nodded, finishing the thought for you.

“More sensitive to the smell than others. Which is why I told you to get it off you.” Leona peaked through his fingers to gaze at you, his tail swished and thumped against the couch in a steady rhythm. The explanation certainly explained things, but now you were in the den of the king of beasts. “Why didn’t you just tell me earlier..?” 

“I was trying to be respectful. I didn’t want ya to be afraid or paranoid. In hindsight, it was foolish to not warn you. I'm sorry.” He crossed his arms and met your eyes with an apologetic emotion.

“Is that why you went to blow off steam at practice?” You questioned, and he nodded. Then a sort of courage washed over you. Leona certainly was charming in his own ways, and strongly misunderstood by the majority of people. Perhaps that's why you always found yourself orbiting around him, he was intoxicating. The next words out of your mouth were formed from the heat of the moment, you didn’t want to pass up a good opportunity to release tension for yourself either. “Why not just ask me? I certainly could give you a hand, you helped me after all.”

Leona’s head pivoted and he looked straight at you. “You ought to be very careful with what you say.” He shifted his weight and adjusted himself subtly.

Pushing off from the bed, you made a few steps towards him, each step making his tail thrash quicker. “I mean it, Leona. Let me help you.” 

Suddenly you were back on the bed, back pressed against the sheets and Leona hovering over you. He pressed his knee between your thighs and then asked, “Do I have your consent?”

You nodded, parting your legs for him, he only shook his head and pinched your chin between his claws. “I need a verbal answer, Princess.” He cooed.

Damn. That’s hot. “Please, Leona. You have my consent. I want this.” Your voice came out quietly, enough so that he asked to repeat yourself, but slowly inched his knee between your legs within seconds. “Please-! Fuck me.”

“Good girl” Leona whispered, placing a kiss on your cheek, slowly his mouth trailed down your jaw to your neck where he began to nibble and suck on the soft skin there. He grunted and rolled his hips into yours, delighting in the way you gasped. “Such a dirty little Bunny.” He growled, nipping your neck once more before he pulled away. “Sit up.” He ordered, something you obeyed. When he began to tug at his belt your thighs clenched together. His movements were so intense that the belt made a cracking sound in the air. It made you flinch and wet at the same time, the fact that he wanted you, wanted this. Maybe it was just the pollen, or maybe all the bantering that convinced you of shared chemistry was in fact real.

Leona didn’t hesitate to tug down his jeans and boxers in one swift movement, his cock springing free and twitching desperately. Your eyes widened and he chuckled petting your head. “Might need more than just a hand dontcha think?” He smirked. Slowly the hand petting your head was firmer and guiding your lips to the tip of his cock. “Just tell me now and I’ll stop, okay? But- fuck… Once we start, I don’t think I can stop.” He groaned, looking down at you for any hesitation.

You looked up at him, keeping eye contact as you inched forward of your own accord to deliver a tiny lick to the slit of his cock. Leona’s chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, the green glint of his eyes signaling his pupils dilating again. “Go on then. Suck me off like the good slut you are.” 

Giving another kitten lick to his tip, you slowly began to wet his dick with your mouth. The soft grunts and growls emitting from his throat only encouraged you to continue. Bobbing your head up and down on his length triggered your gag reflex a few times, soon enough you found a good rhythm. Anything you couldn’t fit down your throat you used both of your hands to stroke and fondle. 

“Oh fuck! Fuck yeah, just like that. Oh by the seven…” He moaned, grabbing your head tightly and thrusting against your lips with his own brisk pace. It had you gripping his thighs and tearing up, he pulled completely back so you could gasp for air before he was back to fucking your mouth. 

“Oh, shit baby! I am gonna cum.. Lemme cum in your throat ya? That okay?” He panted, holding still with a grunt. You gave him a thumbs up through your tears, which he purred at. Leona’s jaw went slack as he roared in pleasure, his hips thrusting and shuddering a few times as he spilled into your mouth. 

Leona pulled back and looked down at you with a surprised expression when he saw your cheeks puffed up. “Good job little bunny, now swallow.” He purred, pressing his thumb to your lip as you obeyed his command. He bent down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, slowly pushing you down to the bed again. His canine nicked your bottom lip followed by his tongue, he prodded around before pushing into your mouth and savoring your taste mixed with his. Leona pulled back, the rest of his clothes were gone and you quickly realized yours were too. “Magic.” He answered your unspoken question and was back to kissing you.

You wrapped your legs around him, tugging him closer against your bare form. As you did this he grinded into your core, both of you gasping and panting as you traded kisses. Leona’s hand slowly cascaded down your side, squeezing the skin with a gentle touch. He slowly pulled back with a heavy gaze and shifted down to your legs. The loss of him left you whining which he quickly remedied with a long lick to your cunt.

“Please, don’t stop, please..” The words spilled from your lips with an eager cry. His eyes found yours and he didn’t look away as he delivered another lick right along your core. You parted your legs as an invitation for more, he gladly accepted and dove into your pussy. Leona pushed a finger into you and slowly began pumping in and out, his finger curling which caused you to moan. He ate you out like a starved man, the whacking of his tail against the bed sounded like music when mixed in with your moans. He added another finger, slowly working you open, then the third as he sucked on your clit. Your lips parted and back arched, hands gripping onto the sheets for salvation.

The loss of his contact made you cry and prop yourself on your elbows. “W-wait..” Your voice came out like a plea, your hands grabbing at his braid to tug him closer. His lips were wet with your slick, and his eyes narrowed on you with hunger. You were his prey, his herbivore, his bunny.

“Use your words, Princess.” He cooed, curling his fingers inside you. He was cocky and sure of himself and his abilities.

“Please.” You breathed, too fucked out and needy to say much else. Leona seemed satisfied and began to thrust his fingers into you again, his mouth and tongue working in tandem with his fingers. Your lower body bucked into his touch as you felt your core tighten. Even before you could say it, Leona knew you were close. “So close! Imma- Leona…” Your voice hitched as a white-hot shattering jolted up your spine into your mind. Your back arched as you came, your hands gripping his hair to ground yourself from ecstasy.

Leona crawled back over you again, pressing another hungry kiss to your lips. He guided his cock between your folds, collecting the mixture of your orgasm and his spit along his shaft. The soft growls that leave his mouth are in sync with his strokes, he grabs your waist and hip before slowly prodding and pushing all the way in. You winced and grabbed the sheets as he began to move his hips in gentle motions. “That’s it, such a pretty bunny. Doing so well for me.” He moaned. When you gave him a nod he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts.

“More.” You gasped, lifting your arms above your head to grip the material there. “Don’t hold back, give it to me.” You whispered, knowing well that he was holding back. 

Leona smirked, his pupils dilating with lust and excitement. He began to move his hips faster, harder, more forcefully. His grip on your hip slid to your left leg and lifted it onto his shoulder, allowing him to reach the deepest parts of you. Your lips parted as you gasped and attempted to find oxygen again, the wind was knocked out of you as he rutted into you with abandon. Leona leaned down to kiss your neck, whispering along your skin, “Gonna fill you up nice and full… Mark you as mine.” He purred as you clenched around him in response. “Ya, you like that? Like being claimed? Don’t worry Bunny, no one will even try once they know you’re mine, and I, yours.” 

The smile that sketched onto your features from his words was enough to edge him towards euphoria. Leona picked up the pace with a growl, your eyes shut as you focused on the feeling of him fucking you. The climax building in your lower gut had your back arching. Your eyes focused on the foreign weaving of a tapestry along his wall just as the familiar fire burned your core. 

“L-Leona! Cumming.” You whimpered, tightening your hands into fists as you reached heaven.

“Fuck- me too.” He followed after you, his hips speeding up before stopping and quivering as his cum seeped deep into you. Leona held himself above you, his body shaky and eyes glossy with a hazy pleasure. He waited for a few moments before stepping away. He quickly returned with a clean towel and began to clean the slick of your cunt and body. He tossed it to the ground once he was done and pulled you into an embrace as he laid down.

The soft peck of his lips against your neck and his hand massaging your hips eased your mind into relaxation. “Do you need anything?” He whispered. You shook your head, already falling asleep. Leona smiled and nuzzled into your shoulder. He waited for you to fall asleep, and he knew then just how true his feelings had been. He whispered, pressing a kiss to your head. “Love ya, Princess.”

[radioisntdead]

Ways to piss off an Italian

Alternatively three ways to cartoonishly piss off an Italian

Hazbin hotel x reader [Platonic]

Warnings:

Italian stereotypes, just jokin' around this is all in good fun! I put an Imp OC of mine in as the reader assistant! She just pops in and out to stir things up! Reader's learning to cook other types of food because they've hadn't had to cook for themselves in ages they just had others do it. Ending is a little off but we don't talk about that I finished this at 6 am I need sleep, Angel isn't that pissed mostly dismayed

Good evening folks! This is a side story with Eldritch horror reader and Angel dust because he's Italian, this is somewhat inspired by my own bit of how my younger self made it her mission to piss off Italians because of that Italian TikTok duo back in 2020-2021 [???] She did not succeed as she did not know any Italians and all she did was eat spaghetti noodles with anything but a fork.

this is also the 100 followers special! Now at the time of posting we are FAR past that at 207! but better late then never! Thank you so much for the support, I genuinely did not think this many folks would like my silly little writings, I adore getting y'all's requests, comments, and just appearing in my inbox genuinely it makes my day thank you! And I hope you enjoy!

Angel Dust took great pride in his Italian heritage and culture, as he was truly Italian.

Unfortunately he lived with a centuries old Eldritch horror who may or may not have lived in Europe during the bubonic plague and didn't understand the more "modern'' Italian or Italy at all, and others that didn't understand the "sacredness" of the Italians.

🍝The spaghetti.🍝

You took over cooking in the hotel, you and Alastor had begun fighting over the kitchen, whoever got there first got to cook and today, you were victorious.

You were exploring new recipes you had thus far made spicy tteokbokki and Korean corn dogs, some type of curry that was sonic blue, teriyaki chicken, hummus and other things! You experimented with different flavors, seasonings,

These tasty things would've ended you if you ate it back when you were alive and not dying of the bubonic plague.

Anyways, you decided to give making spaghetti a try because you were in the mood for something fairly easy to make.

As you perused the recipe book while humming along to the songs playing from Alastor's radio show, you nodded noting down the ingredients before pulling out the phone that the little Imp that worked for you had bought you insisting you should have one to contact her instead of hunting her down at random and dragging her away.

You squinted as you scrolled through the few contacts you had until you reached said imp's phone number and slowly texted her a barrage of ingredients to buy.

Cece carefully opened the hotel doors and skittered over to the kitchen, having memorized the route since she delivered ingredients to you almost daily at this point.

You grinned as you took the ingredients from Cece's hands turning around to place them on the counter while she pulled up a chair and sat down waiting for the inevitable "Dear Cece can you cut this" or "Dear Cece can you stir this"

You washed off the tomatoes before slicing in an x and blanching them, you peeled the tomatoes after and diced them up before putting them aside to cut up yellow onions, you gathered them up and placed them into a pan, sprinkling in salt to unleashed the onion liquids and sweetness.

You added in some prechopped garlic and let it saute.

While that was happening you took the tomatoes and crushed them, once done you combined the tomatoes with the rest letting it simmer.

You added other components like herbs, basil and a little olive old at the end just for fun.

You filled up another pot with water to boil, sprinkling a twinge of salt and stirring it in.

You brushed your hands on your apron, as you scooted around to find the box of spaghetti noodles, grinning you opened it and take out the pasta.

It was at this unfortunate moment Angel dust decided to waltz on into the kitchen, intending to see what was for dinner and maybe snag something to munch on, you held the dry pasta over the pot, both hands gripping the ends

"Hey tentacles, what's for- WHAT THE FUCK!''

"Good evening Dearest Angel! I'm making spaghetti!"

You said unfazed as the pasta snapped in half and dropped into the pot as Angel dust watched in pure horror.

"Why would you do that?!" Angel asked, his voice pitched as he asked arms gesturing to the pot of sad broken pasta boiling away.

"Make spaghetti? I didn't think it was such a controversial meal"

"No! You broke the pasta! That's like the biggest sin ya can do! What is wrong with ya?"

"We're already in hell, I don't think sins matter much here," Cece popped in, you jumped slightly forgetting the imp was there.

"They do when it comes to' fuckin' pasta toots!"

Angel dust shouted before promptly turning around and leaving the kitchen, leaving you completely confused and Cece amused, unfortunately her amusement turned into irritation as you asked her to grab the ground beef and roll it into balls so you could cook them because meatballs.

During dinner time your spaghetti was a hit!

Charlie complimented your cooking saying you outdid yourself while Vaggie was grabbing a second serving, Sir Pentious enjoyed slurping up the noodles, Niffty kept stabbing the meatballs foe whatever reason, Husk seemed to enjoy the meal however Angel dust had one pair of arms crossed while he reluctantly ate, it was good he could admit but he knew the sin that you had committed while cooking, he knew that innocent pasta had been broken.

Angel dust almost died a second time when he walked into the kitchen later that night for a midnight snack and witnessed a probably drunk Husk eating leftover spaghetti pasta with ketchup because the sauce you had made was on a higher shelf in the refrigerator and he didn't feel like climbing.

🍕 pineapple pizza time.🍕

You and Alastor had... For lack of better words got into a little fight over the kitchen, tentacles, shadows, mild mind control and other things were used until Vaggie stepped in and separated the two of you,

It was decided that pizza would be ordered for the hotel, much to Alastor's disapproval.

Cheese, pepperoni, pineapple and ham, and supreme were the pizzas ordered unbeknownst to Angel dust since he was coming back to the hotel from a hangout with Cherri.

"Angel! Welcome back we ordered pizza!" Charlie said waving the spider over as Vaggie placed the pizza boxes onto the table.

"Great! I'm starvin'!" Angel walked over just in time to see the box containing pineapple pizza opened up.

"Nevermind I'll starve."

"We have other pizzas Angel."

Vaggie did not get paid enough to deal with this, she didn't even get paid!

Angel dust was extremely disappointed in you, you were the one to suggest getting pineapple pizza because you quote, "Never had it before and wanted to try it",

You were well over a few centuries old, you weren't a child, you had gone to hell and become an overlord that rained terror for a couple of years and therefore you should've been able to tell that pineapple on pizza was a crime against humanity, so what if pizza wasn't a thing during your time, it was a thing that came to be while you were down here!

He had later lectured you about it, it was amusing to you! You were a feared overlord and yet this little Italian guy had the gull to lecture you, this was normal in families right? To not be afraid of each other? How wonderful!

The lecture eventually switched over to Husk who was eating pizzas folded which was just weird because he was just tasting the crust! What about the cheese? The sauce? THE SAUCE HUSK? DO YOU NOT TASTE IT?

Husk was too sober for the lecture, Alastor found it amusing though.

🇮🇹Italian PowerPoint presentation 🇮🇹

"Alright tentacles, we're havin' a intervention!" Angel dust said throwing his hands down on the coffee table as you sipped something from a teacup, probably tea.

"Is what you dragged us here for? This shit?"

Husk was here, how did he always get dragged into these things? Niffty was beside him trying to stab a roach, Charlie and Vaggie were out of the hotel, Alastor was hell knew where, probably doing radio stuff and Angel dust had somehow tracked down your assistant and dragged her there.

"Oh! Whatever for dearie?" You asked head tilted as you placed your cup on the table,

"You've committed so many fuckin' crimes in the past week! Ya' broke the pasta before puttin' it in the pot! Ya' put cream in the carbonara! Ya ate pineapple on pizza, I get we're in hell but are ya fuckin' kiddin' me?-" Angel moved his arms around to empathize his point "Not to mention that little fusion stunt, ya' deranged octopus!"

You hummed thinking about the meals you've made recently before responding, "I don't think I made anything bad?"

"You decided to put tomato sauce, cheese and pepperoni on cooked ramen and stuck it in da' oven and ate it."

"It wasn't as good as the little people on the interwebs said."

"OF COURSE IT WASN'T GOOD IT WAS A CRIME! IT CAME OUT OF THE DEEPS OF HELL."

"Eh, it wasn't that bad" Cece popped in to stir the pot, Angel slowly turned around becoming slightly more spidery

"The fuck did ya just say?"

Cece shrugged, "Food's expensive and I need to eat."

Cece was picked up and thrown on the couch with you as Angel dust set up a PowerPoint presentation about the history of Italian food and whatever else, You did not want to be here you'd rather be drinking your drink in peace, Husk didn't want to be here he'd rather be drinking, your hellborn imp assistant didn't want to be here, she's never going to Italy she didn't need to know this and Niffty, well she's still stabbing things on the floor.

By the time Charlie and Vaggie returned you had zoned out completely and your mind was elsewhere, Niffty was napping on your shoulder, Cece had escaped by asking Angel if garlic bread was Italian and while he went on that tangent she ran out abandoning everyone.

Husk was more dead inside then per usual, he wasn't paid enough for this, the first hour was fine but this had been going on for five hours at this point, how did Angel dust manage to drag this PowerPoint presentation out so long?

Vaggie shut it down after it was realized that you weren't responding and they thought you had somehow died,

You did not die and you eventually snapped out of it when a white cloth was put over you in order to hide the body.

Good evening folks! Thank you for turning on in! I hope you enjoyed, my apologies for taking forever to get this out, if your wondering why it feels like there's a missing gap that's because I wrote a whole lil' thing of reader and Alastor combining forces to annoy Angel and I accidentally deleted it.

I'm gonna rewrite it eventually and add it to a different fic with Eldritch horror reader, also If your wondering why I have an imp OC in here there is a reason with Eldritch horror and their family complex you'll see eventually

I'll be getting the readers backstory which will be the 200 follower special out [hopefully] soon so tune on in for that! Thank you again have a wonderful day!

[spook-inoue]

Sweet.

Hoodie x F Reader ~ (Short)

The worn out old garage with low yellow lit lights that would flicker every few minutes gave me a headache while wiping the old build up of blood that has now hardened on the many different tools owned by my neighbours. But In this very moment, the only thought I could think about was how my fingers would feel going through his hair. Would it easily slip through- Or would it get tangled up?

“ Y/N. “

“ Yes? ”

His commanding tone just made me more tense, if he could hear my thoughts it would be humiliating. But a part of me wishes he knew what I was thinking.

I’ve been working with Brian, or well ‘Hoodie’ for 2 years now. Ever since I’ve been recruited into the shit show. The operator found me in a vulnerable moment and took advantage of it. Made me another one of his minions, we all are aware that that’s what we are. But what els do we have to live for?

“ could you hand me a new cloth? “

His faded worn out yellow hoodie was tied around his waist while his mask remained on. His light brown hair was sticking out from the bottom back of his mask that would lift up whenever he moved too fast due to it not being put on properly.

“ Yeah. “

I reached down to grab a new cloth for him from underneath the bench I was cleaning tools on. As much as I hate cleaning duty, I never mind spending it with him. I held out the cloth for him to take.

“Thank’s Doll. “

Doll. Little pet names and nicknames he would throw around when talking, did he just do it to me? I’m not sure. I’ve over heard him talking to our other female Co workers. He would give them little pet names too when thanking them, I surely wasn’t special? And it angered me. But god, the affect those little names had on me. I bit my tongue when his fingers brushed against my hand as he took the cloth from my hand, I only returned a simple nod before continuing to clean.

He was a quiet man, only spoke when needing something or answering someone. He rarely made small talk, only people I’ve seen him have full conversations with were Tim and occasionally Toby and Jack. But mostly Tim. They both worked in pairs mostly, a perfect duo to pick for big assignments that needed to be done right.

A strong taste of Copper went over my taste buds, the edge of my tongue ruff and hot from the friction of my teeth. Unconsciously I kept biting my tongue without realising, I coughed out into my hand bothered by the unpleasant taste of my own blood in the moment.

Blood from my tongue was sprinkled onto my hand before I wiped it off on another cloth annoyed that I allowed that to happen.

“ Coughing blood? “

He questioned tossing a newly cleaned knife into a worn out box, reaching for the next bloodied up weapon to disinfect. His voice was monotone, but had a slight hint of curiosity in it. I cleared my throat from the copper taste.

“ Just bit my tongue. “

He chuckled, his voice low and deep. It made my heart rise suddenly, it made me nervous.

“ That hard? How? “

Now turning his head towards me, waiting for my response. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to get a kick out of it; or was actually genuinely curious. I couldn’t read him at all.

“ accident. I’m okay, got too focused and didn’t realise- haha “

A moment of silence passed between us as he took his time to respond.

“ Focused on cleaning? That’s the first. “

Just as I thought the topic was dropped I heard the sound of tools being thumbed down as foot steps approached me. His arm rested onto my bench as he leaned towards me.

“ You sure you’re okay? “

No I wasn’t.

“ You’re always so quiet around me, why’s that? “

Me being quiet? No it’s you. He leaned closer, I felt the tickle of the warm taste of copper in my mouth leaked from my tongue as a drop escapes on my lips.

“ I’m not sure what you mean? “

I know what he means. Im a very chatty person, but when it comes to him. My words get caught in my throat. He lifts up his mask only revealing his mouth and nose, my eyes widen a bit surprised. This is the closest I’ve ever seen him without his mask on, it almost felt disrespectful to look- unconsciously I moved my head to the side avoiding to look at him.

His hand grips my chin forcing it towards him, his thumb moves over my bottom lip slowly smearing the blood all over his thumb before bringing up to his face. my blood on it. He sticks his tounge out and licks the blood clean off before smirking at me, all I could do was stare. The lower part of my body screaming while I gawked up to him like a god.

“ it’s sweet. “

He said before pulling his mask back down.

“ I see what you do. “ he moved away walking to the door

“ You’re not sneaky, Y/N. “

Looks like that wished came true, and now I’m not sure if I peed myself or if it was something else.

[starrclown]

What you think Bai He and Mk duo name is?

Yellow Sprinkles!!

I think it’s a silly name because those two are silly characters! (Well maybe Bai He is. We don’t really know her,)

Yellow = Mk

Sprinkles = Bai He

:D

[itzmshadow]

Okay guys I'm doing something different I have a story that's been collecting dust and I want to share it with you guys cause I just love yous guys sm

Also just don't judge I was prolly sleep deprived when I made it- (I love writing I'm trying to get back into it though so-)

Also adding a headcannon here before we start- time steve uses those really cutesy nicknames like dear and honey just because he is defintly that silly (nicknames reserved for Sabre only❗️❗️)

COTTAGE DUO FLUFF WITH A SPRINKLE OF ANGST <333

Enjoy please

'It was getting pretty dark wasn't it' Sabre thought to himself after finishing some notes for a future meeting that's happening in a couple days with the other leaders about random problems that are happening around the kingdom.

He looked around his room that was slowly being covered in light shades of orange yellow and reds as the sun set further across the horizon he looked around and realized that his room was way too quiet.

Him and time shared a room so there was usually a ticking noise from the clock mask time wore on his head or from the pocket watch he keeps in his coat pocket but now it's just silence which made Sabre worry about time. Times an adult he shouldn't be worrying about him but he can't help but be worried. That's just how he is, he's normally always tense, he's scared of anything loud and sudden, he's scared that time is going to find every single one his flaws and end up hating him or believing that he is still apart of the darkness.

He laid his elbows on the table in front of him and laid his head in his arms to overthink everything that could be happening right now outside of this safe comforted bedroom.

What if sol broke out of jail and started a riot in the middle of the kingdom  where time was trapped in the middle of the crowds slowly being trampled- or what if there was a sudden seige and since he wasn't in the actual castle part he wouldn't know to defend the castle until its too late and the leaders end up kicking him out because he wasn't there to help them-

His spiraling was interrupted by something touching his shoulder making him jump up and hit his head on whatever was behind him- behind him something was behind him.

He flies around in a panic ready to fight whoever was trying to get to him only to find the same person he was just worrying about holding his nose in pain.

"Time!" He runs up to him and raises a shaky hand to try and help only to take a step back in fear of hurting him again. "I'm- im sorry time I thought you were something else I hurt you I'm so sorry"

Time finally raised his head after checking if his nose was bleeding, it wasn't it just hurt like hell, and took a step forward to grab Sabres shaking hand and hold it up to his face so Sabre had to look up at time.

"You didn't hurt me, I'm the one who snuck up on you, which was a mistake on my part, it wasn't your fault you were thinking and I inturuppted" time pulled Sabre closer to him.

Sabre shakes his head, "no I'm I should be over this, sol is in jail and there was no reason for me to freak out like I did I'm sorry"

Time lifts Sabres hand and kisses it, "Sabre dear, I know you didn't mean to freak out but out of all people I think you deserve to, your so strong its honestly sometimes kind of scary" time softly laughs at that as does Sabre.

"You put up all these walls to protect everyone around you when everyone around you wants to protect you, you've taken care of us for so long let us take care of you" time lifts Sabres head to look him in the eyes and smiles softly then leans in to kiss his forehead.

"I love you darling, I hope you know that" Sabre nods and sniffles as if he was just crying, he was but you wouldn't catch him dead before he admits that, even though time knew.

"Cmon have you eaten anything today sabre?" The brunette shakes his head and Burries it in times chest shaking his head. "M not that hungry" time nods and slowly pulls Sabre towards their shared bed setting him down. " since it's been a hard day I'll let dinner slide but your getting loving time made breakfast tomorrow, alright?"

Sabre laughs and nods then leans into times chest who sits behind Sabre and slowly leans back until his back hits the bed and soon Sabre is just laying on top of him as time plays with his hair.

" I love you Sabre and I want you to know, no matter what happens I'll be here for you and take care of you the way you have taken care of everyone else"

The two lay together like that for the time being until Sabre eventually fall asleep on time steve making the older smile down on him.

The two stayed like that with time running his fingers through Sabres hair and he ended up falling asleep holding onto to Sabre.

[thebeautifulbook]

DARK ARCHIVES: A LIBRARIAN’S INVESTIGATION INTO THE SCIENCE AND HISTORY OF BOOKS BOUND IN HUMAN SKIN by Megan Rosenbloom (New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2020) Art binding by Erin Fletcher (Herringbone Gallery).

Anthropodermic bibliopegy—the binding of books in human skin—peaked in the 19th century. The practice was most popular amongst doctors, who had access to cadavers in their profession. It was nonetheless a rare phenomenon even at the peak of its popularity, and fraudulent claims were commonplace.

_____

“French-style fine binding with laced-in boards. Bound in partial sanded blackberry goatskin with back-pared onlays in various handmade papers. Onlays and leather are embellished with embroidery, colored pencil and gouache. Leather wrapped endbands in raspberry goatskin with bands of ochre yellow, violet and straw threads. Edge-to-edge doublures in orchid handmade paper sprinkled with bright blue gouache. Matching leather hinges. Pink-lilac handmade paper fly leaves.

Binding is housed in a clamshell box with blackberry goatskin and mustard yellow Katie MacGregor handmade paper. Leather spine is embroidered in cotton floss. Trays covered in nile Duo cloth and lined with ruby Novasuede.” — Herringbone Gallery

[krenenbaker]

The TWST Boys' Favourite Clothes

What is their favourite item in their wardrobe like? (Includes all the students, minus the Ramshackle duo)

Heartslabyul

Riddle: A wool sweater. It's a deep red, almost maroon, with a cable-knit pattern. Riddle often feels cold, so the sweater has also become incredibly soft with wear.

Ace: A band tee from a concert he saw with his brother and a few of their friends. It's technically not even his shirt, it's his brother's (but Ace has had it for so long that it's basically his now).

Deuce: A baby blue short sleeve button-up shirt. It was one of the first things he got after he chose to change his behaviour, and he went shopping for a few "smart" clothes with his mum. ♡

Trey: A snapback hat with a floral pattern on the front section. It has a flat bill, and there are little purple, red, and yellow flowers over the fabric. But what really drew Trey to this hat (other than the fact that ooh, it's a hat!!) were the little clovers sprinkled throughout the fabric pattern.

Cater: A cream turtleneck that he bought himself. It's suuuuuuuuper soft, and fits him just right. Cater takes it with him absolutely everywhere he goes.

Savanaclaw

Leona: A purple and yellow silk shawl. It's soft, not too hot, and not too cool. Plus, wearing it makes him feel more regal - and powerful - than any other item possibly could.

Ruggie: A jean jacket made entirely of pockets from old jeans. His granny sewed it for him a few years back, and now Ruggie uses it almost every day.

Jack: His sweatpants. They're comfortable to wear, he can use them for working out, sleeping, lounging, literally whatever, and they're warm enough to wear just as-is outside during the winter months.

Octavinelle

Azul: Although he would hate to admit it, his navy blue hoodie. It's warm, and it's dark, and wearing it just makes him feel safe.

Jade: His hiking boots. He hates clothes and finds them uncomfortable and unnecessary, but his boots are practical. He loves how much grip they have, and the amount of cushion in the soles. He's been in a lot less pain since he started wearing them on hikes, instead of other shoes.

Floyd: Surprisingly for the biggest shoe-lover on the list, his collection of socks! Floyd LOVES being able to choose from so many different styles and designs, and to mix-and-match as he pleases. His favourite pair changes often, but he almost always likes his pink music note socks and his eel socks.

Scarabia

Kalim: His natural (undyed) linen pyjamas. Sure, they are nowhere near as fancy as most of his other garments, or as nicely tailored. But they're comfy, and breathable, and just feel so nice to wear.

Jamil: Interestingly, the hoodie from his school uniform. The design is cool, and it is something that's distinctly his. While his other clothes are familiar and well-fitted, this hoodie provides a different sort of security and joy.

Pomefiore

Vil: A high neck black tank top. Vil enjoys the simplicity of the shirt; it's just a cotton tank top, but he can combine it with a huge variety of outfits. Paired with a bright maxi skirt, under an off-the-shoulder sweater, with a lilac suit jacket and jeans... it's incredibly versatile while still being comfortable and easy to care for.

Epel: His first ever Applepom, more specifically, the hat. It may be missing the original apple, and it hasn't fit him in years and years, but it's still really special to him, and he has a lot of good memories associated with it.

Rook: His beaded deerskin vest. He made it by hand with his grand-maman and grand-papa when he visited them one summer. It is incredibly detailed, and - to Rook - the memories of the effort that went into its creation (from the hunting, to the tanning, to the sewing and beading) are almost more beautiful than the vest itself.

Ignihyde

Idia: Idia is our third, and final, hoodie lover! Idia's favourite hoodie is ridiculously oversized - it's absolutely MASSIVE, nearly reaching his calves in length. It's light blue, and has a pattern of black cats. He finds it to be extremely comforting to wear, and it fits his aesthetic too, so that's an added bonus!

Ortho: He doesn't exactly wear clothes, but his favourite part of any of his gear is his feet from his Athletic Gear. They're just FUN! Plus, it makes him feel like he's the same as the rest of his classmates, if only just a little bit more.

Diasomnia

Malleus: A set of dark green robes. They are beautifully tailored, the fabric is smooth, and they allow for a wide range of movement. (His second favourite item of clothing is a bucket hat that Lilia bought him. It is a horribly gaudy colour, with an odd cartoon character mascot on the front. Malleus can't wear it, of course, but he finds it endearing.)

Silver: His leather gloves, given to him by Lilia. They have become soft and pliable from the many, many hours he has used them in training and daily life, and are now perfectly formed to his hands.

Sebek: His jodhpurs. These pants are one of the absolute most comfortable articles of clothing in his wardrobe. They're also used for ONE distinct, specific purpose - horseback riding - which Sebek also appreciates about them.

Lilia: A pink mesh shirt. He finds it fun, and cool, and unique, and is just so different from what he used to allow himself to wear. Plus, it matches his hair, and he just knows that it looks good on him!

[ainnur]

Stupid comic I made for my last post

More Yellow Sprinkle Duo!!

What Still Frozen au

(never make comic again. This things take time 😭)

[summerwritesfics]

🌎Invite Accepted

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Bi-Han Length: 1674 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Neighbours AU, Teenager!Kuai Liang, Past Child Abuse, Party, Dogs, Bi-Han is kind of a petty bitch, Really he just has a crush on Hanzo and doesn’t know how to express it, Hanzo is just a concerned neighbour, Trauma recovery

Meanwhile In Another Universe Masterlist

Notes: Enjoy Bi-Han having a crush on Hanzo and only being able to express it in being a bitch, Hanzo just being concerned for the two brothers wellbeing, and Kuai falling head over heels in love with a dog again (if anyone remembers Akuma, you’ve either been reading my fics for a long time and have a good memory or you read that one recently lol).

Bi-han glared out the window, looking at the way the man next door was setting up for some kind of backyard party. Bi-Han hated him. He was the worst. Why? Well… You see…

He just was, okay?

Hanzo seemed all nice and polite on the surface, but he was so goddamn condescending. Not to mention, Bi-Han was certain it was him who had called CPS with concerns for Kuai Liang. That had caused a massive headache, and Bi-Han was thankful they’d managed to see Kuai was fine. That didn’t seem to stop Hanzo from being a busybody however. If he offered Bi-Han and Kuai Liang dinner one more time, he wasn’t going to hold back.

Hell, Hanzo had even invited them to this party, even though it looked like he really didn’t want to. Bi-Han was sure he’d only invited them to try and get Kuai alone and once more bring up the non-issue of if he was safe. Because Kuai was safe. At least, he was now. Now that he was here with Bi-Han and not with their father.

Kuai displayed clear signs of his trauma, but Bi-Han was getting that sorted. All Hanzo had to do was keep to himself. But could he do that? No! Because he was an asshole.

“So, are you just gonna stand there and stew in your weird hate crush, or are we gonna go to the party?” Kuai’s voice questioned, as Bi-Han felt the boy peer around him to look outside.

“You do know that our invite is just an excuse to try and pry into our lives again, right?” Bi-Han huffed, watching as Hanzo took a step back to admire his work. Prick. “And I do not have a crush on him.”

“Yeah, sure,” Kuai replied sarcastically. “But if we went, we’d get free food.”

That was a good point, but also how many times had Bi-Han turned down free food from Hanzo? Why should he start accepting it now?

“Please Bi-Han,” Kuai said in a slightly whiny tone, while pointing to one of the tables. “That cake looks amazing!”

To be fair, the cake did look amazing. It was covered in yellow buttercream and had sprinkles and chocolate bark on top.

“Alright, fine,” Bi-han relented, pushing away from the window sill. Kuai did a little jump of excitement, grabbing Bi-Han’s arm to drag him through the house. “But if he even so much as tries to begin nosing into our business again, we are out of there.”

“Uh huh,” Kuai replied absentmindedly, clearly focused on his mission to eat cake. Well, Bi-Han supposed that if he was so hyperfocused on the cake it’d probably stop him from divulging too much to Hanzo.

It wasn’t long until Bi-Han had been dragged from their home and was at the gate leading into Hanzo’s garden. As they walked in, Hanzo poked his head around to see who was coming. His eyes widened when he saw the duo walk in, clearly surprised his invite had been accepted for once.

“Hi Mr. Hasashi,” Kuai exclaimed with a bright smile and a wave.

“Good afternoon, Kuai Liang,” Hanzo greeted back softly, before his eyes flicked to Kuai’s side. “Bi-Han.”

“Hanzo,” Bi-Han parroted back, and Kuai finally let go of his arm.

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t exactly expect my invite to be accepted,” Hanzo admitted, his tone was strange and Bi-Han couldn’t put his finger on what exactly Hanzo meant by that.

“If it’s a problem we’re here, we can leave,” Bi-Han offered, hoping Hanzo would take it so he had a proper excuse to leave. He felt guilty when Kuai gave him a hurt look.

“No, no that isn’t what I meant,” Hanzo quickly assured him, waving his hands in front of him slightly. “Forgive me, of course you are both welcome here.”

Hanzo stepped aside slightly to let them both enter the garden properly. Hanzo’s dog, Akuma, a black shepherd, was sitting on his porch, and picked his head up when he noticed the two guests in the garden. Seconds later, he was up on his feet and practically bounding up to Kuai Liang. Of course, Kuai was smitten by the dog and immediately lost interest in both Bi-Han and Hanzo in favour of him.

“So, what really made you decide to come?” Hanzo asked, low enough that Kuai wouldn’t hear. “Because I get the distinct impression you do not exactly like me.”

“Whatever gave that away,” Bi-Han muttered under his breath, ignoring the dirty look Hanzo shot him in favour of watching his brother. Kuai looked so happy, getting Akuma to perform various tricks like paw. Bi-Han was still searching for the perfect canine companion for Kuai, so it was nice when Kuai could get his dog fix elsewhere for the time being. “We’re here because Kuai Liang wants cake.”

Hanzo actually laughed at that, “that does sound about right for a teenager.”

Bi-Han hesitated, before deciding Kuai was sufficiently distracted, and said “Look, I don’t know what you think is happening with us but-“

“I am merely concerned for your brother’s wellbeing,” Hanzo said, getting briefly distracted when Akuma began to lick Kuai’s face. “I’m a teacher, I’ve worked with kids long enough to be able to notice when they’re showing signs of abuse.”

Bi-Han flinched at that word. He still felt guilty that he didn’t see what was happening until it was almost too late. Coming home from college to find Kuai on the verge of death. Rushing him to the hospital where he was told it was unlikely that Kuai would pull through. The fact he had was a miracle, and not one Bi-Han took lightly. He made a vow that nothing like this would happen to Kuai ever again. Sometimes he wasn’t sure he was doing the right things for Kuai, no matter how much therapists and social services told him he was doing well.

“He’s healing,” Bi-han whispered, not sure if Hanzo would believe him. “I can’t say I always do the right thing, but I am trying to and he is getting better. You didn’t see him this time last year, you’d think he was two completely different teenagers.” Hanzo’s face was blank, but weirdly, Bi-Han got the feeling Hanzo thought he was telling the truth. “Just, know he is safe with me, and those signs he’s showing are a result of his past, not his present.”

“If there is anything I can do to help, just say,” Hanzo replied with a sigh. “Your brother is a sweet kid, I’d hate to just stand by and watch when there’s something I could do to help.”

“Hm, well I suppose there is something.” Bi-Han watched as Akuma ran off for a few seconds, before returning with a ball and placing it at Kuai’s feet. Aw, cute. “Do you have any advice for getting a dog?” Hanzo looked at him like he was mad or at the very least making a mockery of Hanzo’s offer. “His therapist suggested getting one, sort of an emotional support animal. I just have no idea where to start looking.”

Hanzo blinked a few times, realising the question was both real and completely valid.

“Well, any dog can be an emotional support dog,” Hanzo began, rubbing the back of his head. “You just need to have the right training.” His head jerked upwards like he’d had a sudden thought. “Actually, a friend of mine who’ll be attending the party does dog training. Her name’s Sonya, if you like I can introduce you and she might be able to help you out.”

“That’d be… Excellent,” Bi-Han admitted. He really wanted to get Kuai a dog, but he definitely had no idea where to start with even basic training. Sonya may be just what he needed. “Um. Thank you,” he awkwardly added onto the end. “Look I know I’ve been an asshole but-“

“You were just looking out for Kuai Liang.” Hanzo shook his head. “If he’s been through something traumatic, it is only natural that you would be protective of him.” He gave a defeated sigh. “I should also have just talked to you, rather than assuming I knew what was going on.”

“Let’s agree we both probably should have handled this situation better.” Bi-Han wasn’t sure he trusted Hanzo completely, but he supposed as long as he continued to be good to Kuai, that was all that mattered.

“Bi-Han!” Kuai was waving at him, Akuma sitting and watching him intently. “Look what I can do.” Kuai turned to the dog, and made a spinning motion with his hand. “Spin!” The dog stood up briefly, did a little turn on the spot before sitting down again. “Good boy!” He held out a treat for Akuma, who happily accepted it, as well as the head pats and cooing Kuai made over what a good dog he was.

“Looking good,” Bi-Han called over, and he had to smile. Seeing Kuai so happy, after everything they had gone through to get here. It just meant the world to him.

“He’ll definitely get on with Sonya,” Hanzo snorted, and Bi-Han saw the smile on his face too. Bi-han had to look away quickly, because since when was Hanzo that attractive? Oh no. Kuai might be right about the weird crush. “Every time she’s here she’s trying to get Akuma to do tricks.” Hanzo blinked a few times as if something occurred to him. “I just realised I never offered you a drink.”

“Ah, well I wouldn’t say no to one now,” Bi-Han replied, slightly alarmed by the flirtatious tone to his voice.

If Hanzo noticed, he thankfully didn’t say anything about it, as he gestured for Bi-Han to follow him while saying “come, let me show you what I have.”

Bi-Han took one last glance at Kuai Liang, the boy giggling hysterically at the way the dog was tilting his head left and right at him. He followed Hanzo, thinking to himself that maybe, just maybe, they’d get through all this after all.

[goodbysunball]

You can really feel like you're here

As usual, it's been a minute, but still handling and playing large plastic discs on the regular. A nice variety for June, whether you want to scream at the void or bask in repetition or curl up and smoke ciggies. A short list of off-the-cuff 2024 favorites is at the bottom, too, for the short attention spans.

Arianne Churchman & Benedict Drew, MAY 2xLP (Love's Devotee)

A tip of the hat to Matt K.'s ever-reliable Yellow Green Red for hipping me to this record, something that on paper I would generally pass up but plays out like an invigorating fever dream across four sides of wax. Stealing from the label's writeup: "MAY employs at its base a flank of analog synthesizers, field recordings and Churchman’s layered vocals, each combining to form a beautifully dizzy sonic collage that often spirals out across long durations into hypnotic rhythms and jubilant melodies." The magic is in how the duo manages to effectively take the same trick, going from folk song to swelling grandeur, on nearly every track while still retaining the same sense of wonder. Though, for me, it was the marathon opener, "The Cuckoo," that really did the trick for me the first listen. In a sense, "The Cuckoo" is the line in the sand, as the way it unfolds is much darker and dissonant than anything else on the record, and the dissonance hangs around for a healthy chunk of time. After that, the record basks in the sun, meadows and valleys, Churchman's vocals ceding to the environment of buzzing and gently swaying synthesizer. Something like "Down by the Green Groves" sounds like a Broadcast record or tape left in the sun for weeks, then played at half-speed as it disintegrates. "Day Song" sounds like a properly warped rendition of something off The Wicker Man soundtrack, a fiddle or banjo plucking a melody over plodding drums and sighing, sawing synthesizers. Only "Searching For May" returns slightly to the dissonance found on "The Cuckoo," the titular search turning into slightly desperate yearning, but on the whole MAY is shot through with an appropriate amount of sun-baked awe for the natural world. Experiencing the record on headphones while walking along a beach felt deeply spiritual, as cheesy as that may sound; but the sounds contained here seem designed to be played or experienced in open spaces, to commingle with their inspiration. Outta nowhere gem, and limited to only 350 copies, surely not long for this world once word leaks out.

Matt Krefting, Finer Points (Open Mouth)

The latest from tape manipulator/sound sculptor/Idea Fire Co.-man Matt Krefting, quietly released back in January on Bill Nace's Open Mouth label. This is the first solo outing I've heard from him since the Lymph Est LP on Kye, and it's a stunner, albeit one that skews somber and unadorned. Matt works in a sound world that's been done to death in the last decade or so: tape loops, brittle scrapes and plucks, lonesome mechanical hums, and some keys/synth sprinkled in ("An Eye on the Future," heartbreaking) to soften the landing. In the hands of most, that's a combo you can safely miss, but Krefting has the skill and restraint to make the sounds inviting, enveloping and captivating the listener. The bassy plucking on "A Double Request" feels of a piece with Robert Turman's Flux, but the sounds double back on themselves, twisting the strings into a net to capture your body while your mind wanders. The same goes for "Both This Life and the Next," which even includes the mbira heard across Flux, but there Krefting lets the tape distortion seep in and eventually consume the slow progression of notes. When he wades into field recordings or drone, the sounds feel removed from the action, sometimes foggy ("Let's Look Again") and sometimes deliberately encased in glass, perhaps a not-so-uplifting commentary on screens and devices displacing human-to-human contact. In that sense, the record feels more empathetic than most in the genre, choosing to engage with the darker, depressive emotions rather than cloak them in distortion and remove all human trace. As far as contemporary reference points go, Finer Points reminds me of Incipientium, but less cold and bleak and more tender, as if handling century-old artifacts and recognizing a common humanity. The feather-light synth on "Just to Have Him Around" closes the record, the sun easing up in the sky after a particularly stormy night, a splash of faint yellow to the decidedly fuzzy gray that colors most of Finer Points. Great reading soundtrack, and for those willing to go deeper, a rich, sensuous landscape that comes out just fine on the other side. Sold out from the label, but Forced Exposure somehow still has a few of the original 200 copies.

Thou, Umbilical LP + 7" (Sacred Bones)

Much respect for the grind of Thou, a band that's somehow both risen from and stayed true to DIY ethics, draped in scathing philosophizing and often wretchedly heavy music. (The Sisters in Christ record store rules, too.) For various reasons, I haven't followed the band closely in the past decade, but the outta nowhere collaboration with Mizmor, Myopia, bested both groups' recent works in my estimation, a sound that married Thou's heaving sludge with Mizmor's black metal, each pushing the other to more violent extremes. The press release teased that Umbilical was Thou's hardcore record, and while I guess that's relatively true due to the shorter song lengths and, on some tracks, a discernible verse-chorus structure ("The Promise"), the LP plays out like a singles compilation. It’s as if Thou returned to the days where they released a split with anyone every other month. If you, like me, are a fan of Thou songs like "Smoke Pigs" and "Don't Vote," you'll find a lot to like on Umbilical, easily the band's best record since Summit. The idea behind the record is vocalist Bryan Funck criticizing himself and Thou in the guise of a much younger, more militantly DIY or anarchistic version of himself. The lyrics are vicious, and the music shows up prepared for the evisceration: "I Return as Chained and Bound to You" ranks as one of Thou's heaviest, recalling the Their Hooves Carve Craters in the Earth 10", and "Lonely Vigil" drags the listener through quicksand with its crawling, crushing riffs. "House of Ideas" meanders at the end for a little too long, but this is a lean, tight record, worthy of all wild and tired descriptors that basically say "heavy" over and over. The physical package includes a 7" with two more tracks, both leaning more toward crowded punk tempos, riffs buried in the maelstrom of Funck's shredded vocals. That the two tracks were placed on to a 7" makes them feel more like afterthoughts, which they're not, but when the eight-song LP is properly satisfying, it probably means it's not a 7" I'll be revisiting often (even if the end of "Unbidden Guest" rules). Umbilical is a spoil of riches in that sense, an appropriately crushing soundtrack to vitriolic self-flagellation that reinvigorates an old sound with new twists.

Verity Den, s/t LP (Amish Records)

It took me a long while to check out Verity Den's LP, something I quickly bookmarked months back, but it's been played to death the last few weeks in my hut. The trio from Carrboro, NC use loud, gauzy guitars like their shoegaze forebears, and their songs patiently unfurl like the smoke from a snuffed candle. From the opening chords ringing out on "Washer/Dryer," it's clear this band isn't the ten-thousandth rehash of Loveless but something much more strange; Casey Proctor's vocals flutter on the surface like Meg Baird's in Heron Oblivion, and the lyrics unexpectedly leave a dark, wet trail, knocking the listener off-kilter. A track like the gorgeous "Prudence," featuring some beautifully hesitant and restrained guitar work, somehow has with the opening lines "Broke-ass ho/where'd he go?/Owes me dough," while other song titles like "Crush Meds" and "Everyone Thought You Were Dead" point to a much bleaker launching point for these songs than the end result does. An exception might be "Other People," which glides along on a motorik beat, the subtle chord change at the chorus causing chills both times it hits. The LP is a collection of separately released tracks or releases, but only the relatively conventionally structured "Priest Boss" feels slightly out of place, though it's clear the song is woven into the fabric of the record when the title's repeated in the lyrics of "Other People" later on. Verity Den plays out like settling in to the pleasant buzz of a second beer, but doesn't dissuade stormier currents from running through your brain. Extremely strong and affecting debut; fans of True Widow, Mount Trout or the aforementioned Heron Oblivion would do well to check in with Verity Den posthaste.

Water Damage, In E 2xLP (12XU)

Water Damage quickly follow up last year's incredible 2 Songs with In E, a new double-LP of their raison d'être: heaving, droning repetition delivered at maximum volume. Might be the inclusion of a violin this time around, but In E feels lot more classical than the band's previous work, slowly shifting away from "rock" and evolving into a proper ensemble, albeit one with a heavy reliance on feedback. There's one song per side here, the last being a perfectly fine cover of "Ladybird" by Shit & Shine, but one that adds little to the ground covered by the first three tracks. Grayson Haver Currin accurately labeled the record "a rare mind eraser for our increasingly plugged-in times," and that's really the calling card for the band's discography. "Reel E" kicks off the record, the ensemble swelling over the same drumbeat for the duration. Feedback, guitar and violin saw away at the ever-expanding mass, sometimes combining to sound like the wheels of a train scraping against its metal track. It's my favorite thing the band's done so far, powerful and invigorating minimalism pushed to the red, capable of blotting out everything wrong in your sphere for 20 minutes. Things slow a little on "Reel EE," the drums left alone for the first few minutes, until everyone else kicks in to create an ecstatic drone that seems to continue rising upward forever. "Reel EEE" feels the most wide-open, taking five minutes for the drums to lock in, featuring stabs of guitar cut short in deference to the shrill flute/violin combo. The band shows an uncommon restraint on "EEE," but after "Reel E," it feels like Water Damage peeling back the layers lessens the smothering, mind-altering effect of their best tracks. A group like Incapacitants can blast away the listener on every track and I still own multiple records by 'em; seems like Water Damage could do the same if they wanted. Still, there's no arguing that In E is a powerful statement, the whole record buzzing, simmering and occasionally screaming with the ecstasy of repetition, something that a lucky few get to experience this summer and fall as the group plays a few dates outside of Texas. If the heat doesn't make you have visions, I've little doubt that Water Damage and In E will do the trick.

Favorites of 2024 so far:

42 Dugg, "Wock N Red"

Bobby Would, Relics of Our Life LP (Digital Regress)

Thomas Bush, The Next 60 Years (Jolly Discs)

Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It, Dirty Nachos (43B/Eardrummer/RBC)

Arianne Churchman & Benedict Drew, MAY 2xLP (Love's Devotee)

Contaminated, Celebratory Beheading LP (Blood Harvest)

Klonns, Heaven LP (Iron Lung)

Matt Krefting, Finer Points LP (Open Mouth)

Light Metal Age, s/t CS (self-released)

Jim Marlowe, Mirror Green Rotor In Profile CS (Medium Sound)

Phill Niblock, Looking For Daniel CD (Unsounds)

Pain Appendix, Manuhypnoz CD (Freak Animal)

REALYUNGPHIL, Niontay & Surf Gang, "Halftones/Amnesia"

Verity Den, s/t (Amish)

YKSI, Ultrasensory Exploration CD (Freak Animal)

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Coldstone Creamery Super Mario Maker 2 Mario and Luigi’s Masterpiece

Food

Type of Funny Food: Tie-In Product

Introduced: August 2019

Location: Cold Stone Creamery

To celebrate the creation of Super Mario Maker 2, Cold Stone Creamery partnered with Nintendo to unveil an ice cream creation intended to have been created by the plumbing duo themselves- Mario & Luigi’s Masterpiece.

The dessert was a sweet cream ice cream mixed with blue icing, rainbow sprinkles, and hot chocolate fudge.

This collaboration also marked the first appearance of Rainbow Sprinkle Road, a sweet cream ice cream yellow cake creation covered in rainbow sprinkles made to look like a race track, and blue and white frosting, as well as toppers of Mario and Luigi in their go-karts. This cake would later reappear during other Nintendo Cold Stone Collaborations, albeit sometimes under different names, such as “Rainbow Road Rally”.

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Reposted from @nasa This is the largest known spiral galaxy. 🌌 This image processed in 2013 reveals a colossal galaxy. At roughly 522,000 light-years from tip-to-tip across its two outsized spiral arms, this galaxy is more than five times the size of the entire Milky Way. This cosmic behemoth’s unusual size and appearance stem from its gravitational interaction with a much smaller disk galaxy, which is only about one-fifth of its mass. This odd duo is located 212 million light-years from Earth in the southern constellation Pavo. To crown this galaxy as the largest yet, astronomers combined visible light images from the European Southern Observatory's Very Large Telescope with archived far-ultraviolet data from NASA's Galaxy Evolution Explorer and infrared data acquired by NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope. Image description: A composite image of a giant barred spiral galaxy. In the center of the image, a large spiral-shaped galaxy dominates outwards in shades of yellow, red, and blue. The large galaxy's center shines brightest in light yellow, its two blueish spiral tails extending far into space. Visible as an oblong disk above the large galaxy, a smaller galaxy can be seen, its gravitational effect stretching and disrupting the larger of the two galaxies. In the upper left of the image, the faint ultraviolet glow of new star birth within a tidal dwarf galaxy can barely be made out as a bloom of misty blue atop the deep blackness of space. The background of the image includes numerous distant galaxies sprinkled throughout in shades of yellow, blue, and red. Credit: NASA/ESO/JPL-Caltech/DSS #NASA #Space #Cosmos #Galaxy #Spitzer #Astrophotography#eugenelacroix1 @eugenelacroix1 #photography https://www.instagram.com/p/CpNJBdMoaX5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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I’ve done it again! My digital art tablet and I have become an inseparable duo, always chasing after the next project. This time, I created something that fills me with excitement and nostalgia—a fan art of Sunset Shimmer from "My Little Pony: Equestria Girls." It’s a homage to her radiant personality, rich storyline, and distinctive look. Her character has left a profound impression on me over the years, and this artwork is my way of celebrating her incredible journey.

I chose Sunset’s iconic outfit from the episode Rainbow Rocks in this piece. It’s striking and full of vibrant colours, much like Sunset herself. She’s wearing a glittery halter-style purple top that gleams like the night sky, paired with a fiery orange skirt that fades into yellow at the bottom, symbolising her cutie mark—a sun with contrasting flames of gold and crimson. The asymmetrical design of her skirt adds flair, with a bold magenta stripe slicing across the fabric.

Sunset’s knee-high boots, black with neon-pink flames and sprinkled with glitter, command attention. They’re the perfect combination of edgy and dazzling. To complete her look, she wears magenta bracelets that mirror the tones in her outfit. Her hair is perhaps the most eye-catching of all—long, flowing locks of red streaked with sunny gold, cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall of flames. It’s her signature style, and in my fan art, I worked hard to capture its volume and bounce.

Sunset Shimmer first stepped onto the scene in the original My Little Pony: Equestria Girls as the series’ main antagonist. She was a force to be reckoned with—clever, ambitious, and unapologetically manipulative. Princess Celestia revealed that Sunset was once her prized pupil, chosen for her magical potential, much like Twilight Sparkle. But unlike Twilight, Sunset’s hunger for power drove her down a dark path. She abandoned her studies in Equestria and escaped through the mirror portal into the human world, where she found herself at Canterlot High School. There, she ruled the school with an iron hand (or should I say hoof?). She thrived on fear and manipulation, and no one dared to challenge her reign. That is until Twilight Sparkle showed up and turned Sunset’s world upside down.

It’s fascinating to see how Sunset’s arc evolved from villain to hero. In the follow-up film, Rainbow Rocks, she returns as a reformed character. Her time as the “raging she-demon,” as she called herself, had left her scarred—both emotionally and socially. Though she was no longer the scheming bully who terrorised Canterlot High, the student body wasn’t quick to forgive her. I remember the moment in the film when Sunset admitted that her past still haunted her. She even confided in the Rainbooms, the school’s musical group, about how she never truly cared for Flash Sentry, her former boyfriend. It was all an act to boost her popularity. Sunset’s honesty about her insecurities and regrets made her character deeply relatable. She wasn’t perfect, but she was trying, and that was what mattered.

My artwork reflects this duality in her character. Her bold, radiant colours represent her confidence and fiery spirit, but the softer details in her expression hint at the vulnerability she carries within. I wanted her pose to exude confidence—a hand on her hip and a playful smile—because, by Rainbow Rocks, she had started to rebuild her self-esteem. Sunset may not have been the lead vocalist of the Rainbooms, but she was the glue that held the group together, cheering them on from the sidelines and offering her unwavering support.

Despite her redemption, Sunset Shimmer continued to struggle with feelings of not belonging. Even though the Rainbooms had fully accepted her as one of their own, the whispers and glares from other students at Canterlot High served as constant reminders of her troubled past. Yet, Sunset never let those doubts consume her. She channelled her energy into helping her friends and standing up for what was right, proving time and time again that she had truly changed. That’s one of the reasons why I admire her so much. Sunset’s story is one of perseverance and growth, and it serves as a powerful reminder that everyone deserves a second chance.

As I worked on this fan art, I couldn’t help but reflect on my journey as an artist. Much like Sunset’s transition from villain to hero, my journey with digital art hasn’t always been smooth. There were times when I doubted my abilities when I looked at my work and thought it wasn’t good enough. But each project, each stroke of the stylus, has been a step forward. Sunset’s story inspires me to keep going, embrace my imperfections and use them as a foundation for growth.

In creating this piece, I paid close attention to the details that make Sunset unique. Her teal-blue eyes are bright and full of life, framed by long lashes that give her an almost ethereal look. I wanted her gaze to convey warmth and confidence, as if she was saying, “I’ve been through a lot, but I’m still standing.” Her hair was a challenge but also a joy to recreate. The swirling streaks of red and gold were like painting fire, each strand adding to the overall dynamism of the piece. And then there’s the backdrop—a grand staircase bathed in warm, pinkish hues. It’s a setting that feels both regal and inviting, much like Sunset herself.

As I put the finishing touches on the artwork, I realised how much this project meant to me. It wasn’t just about creating a visually appealing piece; it was about capturing the essence of a character who has taught me so much about resilience and self-discovery. Sunset Shimmer isn’t just a fictional character; she’s a symbol of hope and redemption. Her story reminds us that it’s never too late to change, to make amends, and to become the best version of ourselves.

Looking back, I’m proud of how this piece turned out. It’s a testament to my growth as an artist and my appreciation for characters like Sunset, who inspire us to be better. As I share this fan art with the world, I hope it resonates with others who have faced their struggles and come out stronger on the other side. Because at the end of the day, we’re all a little like Sunset Shimmer—flawed, but filled with the potential to shine brightly. So let's embrace our imperfections and strive to be the best we can be, just like Sunset. Let's remember that it's never too late to turn things around and become the person we've always wanted to be.

[thehighconfectionary]

The Ultimate Guide to Making Fresh Strawberry Lemonade

When summer arrives it becomes really hot, don’t you agree? Now in this killing hotness, we all are searching for a cocktail that will quench our thirst. In this summertime, the best duo is supposedly the sweet strawberries and citrus lemon which offers a sense of refreshment in this scorching heat of summer. 

Today in this blog post we will learn about the procedure for making a fresh strawberry lemonade tight out of your kitchen, ready to hit your mouth palettes with its tantalizing refreshment. 

Methods for Making Fresh Strawberry Lemonade

Ingredients: 

One cup of sugar, or the sweetener of your choice

One cup of newly extracted lemon juice (about four to six lemons)

One cup of freshly plucked and cut strawberries

Four to five cups of chilled water

Cubes of ice

Garnish with fresh mint leaves (optional).

Preparation Steps: 

1. Prepare the Strawberries: 

Gently wash the strawberries with water.

Cut off and eliminate the stalks.

Cut the berries in half so that blending would be simpler.

2. Juice the Lemons: 

Gently wash the lemons with cool breezing water to remove the dirt. 

Divide the lemon into two halves 

To release the juices, bounce the lemons across the counter.

Using a lemon juicer, extract the juice.

Set aside a cup for the citrus juice.

3. Prepare Strawberry Puree: 

Put the fruit in a blender after halving them.

Process until a smooth purée is achieved.

You can remove the seeds from the purée by filtering it through a fine-mesh strainer if you'd like a more velvety texture.

4. Mix Ingredients: 

Blend the confectionery sugar, citrus juice, and pureed strawberries in a big mixer.

Till the sugar is entirely dissolved, stir vigorously. This might take several minutes.

5. Add Water and Adjust: 

To the pitcher, add approximately four to five glasses of icy water. 

You can change the quantity of water to suit your taste.

Well-stir the lemonade. 

Taste and, if necessary, add additional sugar or lemon juice to adjust the sweetness or sharpness.

6. Have it!: 

Tip ice cubes into cups.

Over the ice, pour the strawberry-flavored lemonade.

For an added touch, sprinkle with chunks of strawberries or mint greens.

Your freshly prepared strawberry lemonade is all set to hit your mouth palette with its refreshing, tantalizing, and mouth-puckering flavor. 

Enjoy The Fresh Strawberry Lemonade!

Tips for Selecting the Best Strawberries and Lemons

Selecting Lemons: 

Color: Choose lemons with vivid, bright yellow tints. Steer clear of those with lackluster appearances or greenish blotches.

Appearance: The layer of skin ought to possess a brightly colored silky feel. There can be less juice in lemons with thick, uneven skin.

Weight: Overall, bigger lemons possess more juice. Select the heaviest lemons out of the bunch you picked up.

Firmness of fruit: When pushed, lemons ought to be firm but yield slightly. The citrus fruits that are too firm could be dried inside.

Selecting Strawberries: 

Hue: Choose strawberries with a vibrant red color throughout. Avoid  Berries with green or white spots as they are probably not fully ripe.

Size: While size isn't typically an accurate gauge of quality, younger berries commonly have a richer flavor.

The Appearance: Pick fresh but not tough strawberries. When applied carefully they are supposed to give slightly.

Scent: The aroma of fresh strawberries should be delicate and pleasant. They might also be flavorless if they don't have any scent.

Modifications Using Various Sweeteners

Play around with various sweeteners to provide your strawberry lemonade with a distinctive flavor and additional health advantages. Such as:

Stevia

Honey, and

Agave Syrup

Conclusion

This was the complete guide to making a tantalizing strawberry lemonade that will help you cope with the summertime hotness. Just follow these steps and be ready to prepare the ideal strawberry lemonade based on your nutritional needs and tastes. Take pleasure in trying and relishing the cool summertime flavorings!