#a spiced drink of some kind. spiced orange and cinnamon something

[prettyboykatsuki]

ok. i think ive decided what im going to cook for thanksgiving

[solarmorrigan]

The Pumpkin (Spice) King

For the @steddie-spooktober day 24 prompt: Pumpkin Rated: T | Words: 945 | CW: None | Tags: established relationship, this is very silly, fluff Divider credit: @steddiecameraroll-graphics

The clues had been there all along. Eddie should have paid more attention.

It starts with the candle.

“Why does it smell like a craft store in here?” Eddie asks the moment the apartment door has closed behind him.

Steve, half engrossed in whatever he’s scrolling through on his phone, shoots Eddie a quick, puzzled look. “What?”

“Like cinnamon sugar and spices. Fake fall.” Eddie sniffs the room speculatively. “This is what craft stores smell like every year from September to January.”

“Oh.” Steve rolls his eyes. “It’s not ‘fake fall,’ it’s just the candle I have burning.”

Now that Steve’s mentioned it, Eddie spots the candle on the table, one of the ones you get in a fancy-looking glass jar, the label of which proclaims the scent to be–

“Pumpkin spice?” Eddie utters, nose wrinkled.

“You got a problem with pumpkin spice?” Steve asks.

“It’s–” Eddie starts, then takes in Steve’s single raised eyebrow, registers the catty lilt to his tone, and changes tracks, “–barely September.”

If anything, Steve’s eyebrows get more judgmental, but he looks back to his phone, apparently dismissing Eddie as a threat to his fun, fall-scented good time. “They start selling these things in August," he says. “You should appreciate my restraint.”

“Riiight,” Eddie drawls, deciding to adjourn to the bedroom and leave the living room to Steve and his mass-produced miasma of imitation autumn.

Of course, it doesn’t end there.

Eddie barely notices in time, reaching for the pump of the hand soap by the kitchen sink and stopping just short of using it when the colors register. It isn’t the usual bland bottle with its inoffensive citrus and herb scent, but something brightly-colored, all orange and shiny silver. There are little wheat sheaves and pumpkins on the label, and the scent is, of course–

“Fucking pumpkin spice,” Eddie mutters.

Fine, okay, so there must have been some kind of sale at fucking– Bath and Body Works, or wherever the hell it is that sells this stuff, and Steve had temporarily lost his mind. Or something. Whatever.

Steve can go around smelling like something that wishes it could be cinnamon all he likes, but Eddie will not be joining him. He uses the dish soap to wash his hands instead. His eczema will not thank him later, but he thinks it’s a fair price to pay for his continued dignity.

(And if Steve eyes Eddie’s reddened, peeling knuckles later in the week, and the lemon herb soap reappears next to the pumpkin spice soap, well – that’s close enough to a win that Eddie will take it.)

Then there’s the coffee.

This one is technically the final nail in the coffin, but it takes a bit to really dawn on Eddie. He maintains that he had been understandably distracted at the time – largely because he only finds this one out by drawing the taste straight from Steve’s mouth.

It isn’t unusual for Steve to have been up and about for an hour or two (or three) before Eddie rolls out of bed on his days off; Eddie prefers to keep late hours, and Steve, as much as Eddie loves him, is a morning person. This had caused some friction when they’d first started living together, but it’s been nearly a year now, and they’ve managed to work it out. Often, their first kiss of the day tastes like whatever coffee Steve’s already been drinking.

It’s different today, though. Sweeter than usual.

Eddie hums, licking deeper into Steve’s mouth, trying to place the difference, and Steve groans, tugging Eddie closer by the hips, mistaking his curiosity for passion (and, well – it’s not not passion. Eddie can multitask).

“What’ve you been drinking?” Eddie finally asks when they pull apart.

“Pumpkin spice latte,” Steve answers, and then gives Eddie absolutely no chance to process this information, pulling him back in for another deep kiss.

It’s only later, back in bed when Eddie had barely even been out of it for half an hour, that Eddie has to admit to himself: his boyfriend is a pumpkin spice girl.

And that’s fine! Eddie can be mature about this!

Sure, it’s the sort of thing he’d sneered at back in high school—the conformity of the masses flocking to whatever seasonally-scented item corporations are hocking at the time—but he’s grown up since then. Someone’s preference for a certain flavor or scent doesn’t determine their worth as a person, et cetera, et cetera. Eddie knows this.

But still, he’s only human. He does have a breaking point.

“Oh, baby, no.”

“What?” Steve pulls his head out of the fridge, where he’s been putting the cold stuff away as Eddie unloads the grocery bags destined for the pantry.

Eddie holds up the offending item – possibly the most offending item he’s ever seen.

Pumpkin spice candy corn.

Steve blinks at him. “What?” he asks again after a long moment of loaded silence.

“Oh god, it’s already infected your brain,” Eddie laments, dropping the bag of candy on the counter and reaching for his phone. “I’m calling Robin, we’re staging an intervention.”

“Oh come on, what? They’re good!” Steve insists.

“Objectively, sweetheart, they really aren’t. But don’t you worry,” he leans over and pats Steve on the arm as he searches for Robin’s number in his contact list, “we’re gonna save you from yourself.”

(Later, of course, he’ll find out that Robin has already tried to break Steve of his tendency to buy anything labeled with “pumpkin spice.” His love of the stuff is ironclad. She tells Eddie that he’d better learn to enjoy the taste, or else give up making out with his boyfriend until Thanksgiving.)

[edwinspaynes]

TEA(/coffee?) HABITS. I really need to know what Wessa, and the core 6 of TLHs take their warm beverage daily! Any sugars, milks, which type of tea, what brand and if they opt for coffee, how do they like it!

ILY xx

Ooooh okay!!! Yes!!!!

Will -> A proper, strong English breakfast tea. Black, no sugar or honey or milk. Tessa periodically will steep black tea with some other fruity flavours, and he enjoys that, too. I don't think he likes florals.

Tessa -> On the flip side, I think Tessa is a floral girl. I'm pretty sure she adores rose Tulsi and Jasmine teas. Perhaps with a little bit of milk here and there, but no artificial sweeteners/sugars to bog down the taste.

James -> Canonically, lapsong souchang is his favourite tea per Cassie's pre-ChoT livestream. Good taste, since this is one of my favourite teas, too. The smoky flavour is to die for. It does not go with milk or sugar - that would be disgusting. So black for him.

Cordelia -> I think this girl's got two modes. Mode #1 is her mom's chai, the strong spice with a hint of floral flavour. Mode #2 is all-out delicate florals, elderflower being the main one. (I love elderflower and that's shameless projection, but yup.)

Matthew -> Canonically per the ChoT Waterstones' bonus letter, he's addicted to black coffee. So definitely that. But if he were to drink tea, I think he'd like ones with a little bit of spice. Beetroot, strong blood-orange tea, red dragon, licorice, that kind of thing. Also, he'd 1000% be pumped to try different coffees and teas while on his travels from other parts of the world!

Lucie -> Mmmm, lavender, maybe? With milk and honey? She likes honey sandwiches in ChoG, so it stands to reason she'd like honeyed tea, too. Why not.

Alastair -> HE'S MY CHAI GUY AND I DON'T MAKE THE RULES. Definitely he has spent a shit ton of time and energy trying to emulate his mother's hint-of-floral chai and perfecting the recipe into something he adores. Maybe adding a little cinnamon. He seems like a cinnamon tea guy. I also have this headcanon that he, like Matthew, enjoys trying different types of coffee from around the world.

Thomas -> So my boy thought that he was a Basic English Breakfast Bitch for the first 19 years of his life, right? And then one fine day in Cornwall Gardens (like Day One of dating Alastair), Alastair brewed him a pot of his tea. And Thomas was like WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING WITH MY LIFE. So he likes that a lot now. But he likes less cinnamon than Alastair and a bit more florals, so he adds some extra flavour on his own. Alastair's really judgey about it, but Sona is pleased that Thomas brought things back to her basics.

I hope those are the characters you consider the Main Six of TLH too, I'm pretty sure they're the ones with the most page time, so yeah!

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

One ooky-spooky fic please. "Pumpkin-spice please" I can't imagine Vergil understanding the obsession of pumpkin spice lattes, probably refuses to try it but still orders one for his s/o.

Tbh, I don't understand the obsession either

Vergil scanned the cafe counter and the people swarming around it. The baristas were running around, processing coffee, and pouring the whisked milk into the paper containers or cups. The customers were either inspecting the baked goods displayed in the glass cooler or stressing them with needlessly complicated answers.

How many types of milk are there anyway?

If there's one thing he learned since coming back to the human world, it's that coffee holds a special place in society, to the point of it being some strange ritual, or perhaps a display of prestige. Some of these elaborate -cinnos were not exactly cheap. He also learned that with every season comes a celebration of some sort, and with these special events, places like this one will offer some special beverages.

Like right now.

"One pumpkin spice latte, please."

The girl looked at Vergil from behind her thick eyeliner. The man standing in front of her was not the usual type to order this drink. Actually, he looked like he was supposed to meet with his contractor in secret to tell him about his next target. She swallowed.

When Vergil noticed her look, he huffed, "It's not for me."

"Ah! Of course." the waitress gave him a nervous smile, "Anything else sir?"

Vergil looked behind her on the blackboard. Cappuccino, latte macchiato with flavor or not, americano, lungo, doppio,...

"Just...coffee, with milk, no sugar."

The waitress nodded in understanding. She put the order in her computer and then turned to him once more.

"What kind of milk sir?"

Vergil gave her a deadpan look. "Preferably from a tit."

She didn't ask him anything else afterward.

~

He carried the tray with your order to your shared table. He didn't trust the orange concoction he carried, but that's what you wanted it's what you get. You were sitting near the window, looking out into the busy street with a faraway look, face illuminated by the afternoon sun and huddled in your favorite knitted sweater. He slowed down a bit to take in the sight in front of him. The very picture of content.

Once Vergil reached your table you turned to him with a smile. He put down the tray on the table and sat next to you, nursing his own espresso with milk as he watched you take a sip with a satisfied hum.

"I still don't understand how you can drink something that's supposed to be coffee but smells like soup."

You snickered.

"It's not just about the pumpkin, Verge, I like the spice mix and sweetness as well."

"If you wanted something sweet and spicy you could've ordered some of the cinnamon rolls they are offering." Vergil took a sip of his regular coffee.

"Maybe if you gave it a try-"

"Absolutely not."

"Okay, okay. Jeez."

Vergil felt a grin spreading on his face at your banter. Weird smell or not, it made you happy he'll get it for you in the middle of the night if you asked for it

[chaiandtakkar]

Whispers Beneath the Stars

Chapter 2

November 2007, Gujrat

The restlessness had woven itself into the fabric of Khushi’s life, as natural as the air she breathed, though far heavier. It tethered her to a past she couldn't abandon, a place she couldn’t leave even if she wanted to. There was something about the ache—it was more than pain now, it was a kind of melody, bittersweet but familiar, the only song she had left that reminded her of the one she had lost. Some wounds stayed open, unhealed, not out of cruelty but out of necessity. They kept you connected, even as they tore you apart. Perhaps that was the nature of grief, an endless, spiraling labyrinth where she chose to dwell.

Outside the window, the desert of Kutch stretched, endless, vast, and shifting. The first light of dawn played tricks on the sands, turning them into a living tapestry of golds and oranges, shadows dancing as if in some private symphony. The world felt alive in its quiet, a pulse beneath the stillness. And yet, inside her, there was no such harmony. The air was thick, humid, pressing against her skin, as if the desert held its breath, waiting for something to change.

The train’s slow, rhythmic hum was a kind of lullaby, pulling her away from her thoughts, but only slightly. She sat up in her berth, brushing the remnants of a restless night from her eyes, when a small voice, full of youthful enthusiasm, broke the silence.

“Jiji, you’re awake? Would you like some tea?”

Khushi turned, her gaze falling on the small boy standing by her seat, his face eager and bright against the muted colors of the dawn. He looked out of place in his oversized brown shirt, but there was something in his wide eyes, an innocence, a confidence that made her pause. There he stood, balancing metal cans full of tea on his thin waist as though he were carrying the finest treasures.

She blinked away her thoughts, offering a faint smile that barely reached her eyes. “Tea?”

The boy nodded, his dimples deepening, his excitement contagious. “Yes, Jiji! The best tea from Bengal. Spices so good, you’ll never forget it. You’ll dream of it for the rest of your life.”

Her smile tugged a little more at the edges this time. “Is that so? And what’s your name, young tea master?”

“Babu!” he announced with pride, puffing up his small chest. “And today’s tea is special. My grandmother put her magic in it. She said whoever drinks it will have a very lucky day.”

Khushi’s eyes softened, a flicker of warmth easing the tension in her chest. Magic. It seemed almost absurd in the heavy air of this waking desert, yet here was this child, full of certainty that something as simple as tea could transform the world. She envied him, that belief.

“What kind of magic does your grandmother put in this tea, Babu?” she asked, her tone light but curious.

Babu leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. “It makes your wishes come true. But only if you wish with all your heart. Greedy hearts get nothing.”

For a moment, Khushi let herself be carried by his imagination. “That’s a lot of power for one cup of tea,” she said, her voice carrying a soft edge of amusement. “What if I wish for too much?”

Babu shook his head solemnly, as if this were the most important lesson. “You can’t, Jiji. You can only wish for what’s true. The tea knows.”

Khushi chuckled softly, more to herself than to him. “Then I’ll have to be very careful.”

She handed him a few coins, and in return, Babu poured her a cup of the magic tea with a flourish. The aroma of cinnamon and cardamom curled through the air, a familiar warmth against the coolness of the morning. She wrapped her hands around the cup, feeling the heat seep into her fingers, into her bones. As she took her first sip, something inside her eased, though she knew it wasn’t the tea itself—it was the purity of this moment, the innocence of this exchange.

“Thank you, Babu,” she said softly, watching him grin before darting down the aisle, his cans clinking together like a melody of their own.

Alone again, Khushi held the cup close, staring out at the expanse of desert beyond the window. Babu’s words echoed in her mind. Wishes could come true, but only if your heart was in the right place. But what if your heart was too heavy, too tangled in the past to even know what it truly wanted?

The tea was warm, but it wasn’t enough to melt the cold that had settled around her heart. She took another sip, letting the bitterness mix with the spices, and allowed herself to drift back to the voice she could never fully escape—her Appa’s voice, distant but ever-present, a shadow that lingered just on the edge of her thoughts.

“Khushi, this... this is what you were meant for. You’ve always been the one to carry what couldn't be.”

The words had come like a chain, wrapping around her heart, pulling her into a life she hadn’t chosen but couldn’t deny. Even now, years later, they still held her, anchored to expectations she could never fully meet, but could never abandon. In the quiet moments like this, when dawn was just beginning and the world felt on the edge of something new, Khushi would feel the pull of that burden more sharply. It was an unspoken weight, a constant companion to her restlessness.

She closed her eyes, the train’s gentle rocking lulling her, the sound of the wheels against the tracks an endless repetition of all the thoughts she couldn’t silence. She had done what was expected of her, always. And yet, what had it cost her? The ache she carried now, the longing that never seemed to leave—it was all bound up in that duty, in the sacrifice she had made without ever being asked.

But Babu’s innocent promise lingered. It makes your wishes come true. Could there be room for her own wishes in this world of duty and expectation? Could she even name a wish if she tried?

Khushi sighed, sinking back into her seat. The sun was higher now, casting long, golden shadows across the sands. The world outside was waking, the hawkers' voices beginning to echo through the compartment, yet the stillness inside her remained. She took one last sip of the tea, its warmth a fleeting comfort against the deeper cold.

Perhaps Babu’s grandmother had indeed put magic in the tea. But Khushi knew better than to believe in magic. Wishes, after all, weren’t for people like her.

@arshifiesta

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>>Chapter 3

[thelustdevil]

Fueling those café au’s in my head... Part 2!

This time let’s look at what baked goods they would enjoy. 🫶🏼 (based on what I offer in shop & some new ideas!)

Part One: Drinkies!

Hitoshi S.

Will buy the cute seasonal sugar cookies, especially the cat themed ones during the spring & fall. Otherwise a blueberry muffin will suffice. If he’s really hungry a baked cheese & plant “sausage” turnover.

Denki K.

Frosted muffins, loaves & scones. The frosted matcha & vanilla crème Swiss roll is a favorite of his. But the frosted strawberry scone is a good second choice. Will be the one to order a breakfast bagel when super hungry.

Katsuki B.

He enjoys spice over sweet that much is true. He’s not one to order baked goods often, but there’s a hatch chili bread released during the later fall season that he will buy a slice or two of. If not, a savory maple sausage pull-apart roll every once in a while never hurt.

Izuku M.

Flaky pastries!! Always always. Chocolate croissant? Yes. Spinach feta croissant? Also yes. Spiced ham & pepper Jack cheese blossom? … yes. Quiches with buttery crust. Biggest yes. It’s used in so many dishes and so yummy in his opinion.

Shoto T.

Plain/simple flaky pastry or biscuit. Usually something to go along with his tea. There’s an orange blossom and currant biscotti that he’s grown fond of thanks to midoriya’s suggestion. Will have some quiche if offered. Not the meat heavy ones though.

Eijirou K.

Sweet boy loves some sweet loaf slices. He will indulge in pumpkin spice during the season. Otherwise the spiced loaf or apple crumble loaf are great choices. Will get the warm breakfast sandwiches on fresh bread.

Hanta S.

Contrast to his drinks and similar to bakugo, Sero likes the more savory pastries. The rosemary & tomato tart is the perfect snack. While the chili, egg & spinach blossom is a good breakfast option in his eyes.

Tenya I.

Cinnamon roll, no raisins but yes to cream cheese icing. Only once in a blue moon though. He allows himself to enjoy this with his classmates. Otherwise a buttery croissant will do, there’s no need for the excess sugar all the time.

Dabi

Again this mf doesn’t go to coffee shops… Will take warm bread, he likes the softness of it when it’s freshly baked. The topped toast options are usually what he goes for. The special spices Ogura jam with everything bagel seasoning is a go to.

Hawks

Learned to like the Ogura jam pastries because of Dabi. Will get the baked Ogura & sea salt stuffed rolls. There’s also a seaweed flakes croissant he enjoys with a sweet plum jam.

Mirio T.

Loves to try just the most American sounding baked goods. Apple strudel with cinnamon, strawberry & rhuebarb blossoms, Canadian bacon and cheddar boomerang? All yeses! Tamaki has told him countless times that two of those things are decidedly not American but Mirio is too busy ordering to hear him.

Tamaki A.

Is less shy when it comes to ordering pastries from his favorite bakery. Enjoys trying the new seasonal items. The sweet Sakura dango was a big hit with him. Will also get the milk bread toasted with a semi-runny egg & chives on top.

Shota A.

A bagel. He enjoys trying to different toppings but prefers having something easy to eat between classes and napping. Open to trying different kinds of bagels as well. Hizashi once bought him a breakfast bar and he enjoyed it. Still gets bagels though.

Hizashi Y.

Much like Tamaki, Hizashi likes trying the seasonal pastries. It only makes sense if he’s trying the seasonal drinks too! It’s the full experience. The toasted coconut & pineapple loaf was a surprising new favorite. So was the miso & cucumber tea sandwich.

*based on my view of them & their personalities*

Might do this for JJK or another fandom next. This has also given me new ideas for some trial goods in the bakery next week…

[katareyoudrilling]

I see you ask such lovely, insightful things to people, and I thought (while I’m feeling a little menace) whether I could ask you a little something.

so I’m quite a cosy person, so I wondered, what your favourite soft drink/warm drink, candle and meal would be? 🩷

love @undercoverpena

Hi Jo! Thanks so much for asking! I’ve added you to my ask list, hope that’s ok!

I think I’m a pretty cozy person too!

My favorite cozy warm drink is this herbal tea I like called licorice spice. It has licorice root, cinnamon, orange peel and some other things in it. Sounds kind of strange but is lovely

My favorite cozy candle is spicy too… but in a different way 😈. Mr Kat and I went to a candle shop where you create your own candle scent. We decided to make one for us for spicy times. It’s bourbon, red wine, and amber musk. It smells so good and puts me instantly in the mood 😏

My favorite cozy meal is chicken and dumplings or duck and dumplings if it’s from one of my favorite restaurants. Warm, comforting, and filling its the perfect recipe for coziness 😋

[8-evil-annoying-catboys]

i think i’ve rbed this before but idk but i will give you my fall drink that never fails to delight

first step is to make homemade apple cider, but if you wish you can use store bought, just make sure it’s regular spiced cider and not the sparkling kind. but if you have a slow cooker and you can get your hands on enough apples to fill it up, that’s the best. i’ll put my apple cider recipe under a cut.

once you have your apple cider, make sure it’s nice and hot, put it on the stove for a minute if you need to, but put your hot apple cider in your cup. either fill it all the way with cider and use a chai tea bag, or fill it most of the way and use chai concentrate. add caramel syrup (which is even easier to make at home than apple cider and i bet you already have most or all of the ingredients, i’ll put a recipe for that under the cut too). maybe add whip cream or marshmallows or both, if you’re feeling decadent. it’s delicious!!

hot apple cider recipe:

slice up a combination of your fav apples (i use mostly pink ladies, and some granny smiths) and throw them into your slow cooker until it’s full. if you like citrus, you can add a combination of your fav citrus fruits too, peeled and whole. i usually add one lemon, one lime, and one orange, but you can basically do whatever you want, you could probably add different fruit here too like maybe some cranberries or pomegranate seeds/juice.

once your slow cooker is full of apples and whatever other fruit you wanna add, spice it. i usually use a full cinnamon stick or two for my medium sized crockpot, then add my pumpkin pie spice blend and just kinda eyeball it. if you don’t have pumpkin pie spice blend, it usually has, like, cinnamon, allspice, ginger, and nutmeg. use what you have, think gingerbread or pumpkin pie for the flavor profile.

now that you’ve spiced your cider ingredients, fill your slow cooker with water. then set it to low and leave it be for 12 hours. you can stir it once in a while if you want but you don’t even really have to—tbh, i usually prepare it before bed and leave my crockpot to its own devices while i sleep, so you can just let it do its thing if you don’t have time or energy to stir it.

once 12 hours has passed, take a bean/potato masher and mash up your fruit and spices. at this point, your apples should be pretty soft and easy to mash, same with your cinnamon sticks if you used them. do your best to avoid leaving any large chunks of any fruit, you want it to look like apple sauce or something.

when you’re done squishing everything into a sludge, leave it be again for another hour. you could probably even leave it for longer if you really want but it’ll be ready after an hour.

strain it through a cheesecloth, then sweeten with brown sugar to taste. if u want guidance, i usually use 1 cup of brown sugar for the entire medium size crockpot. you can also leave it unsweetened if you prefer it that way or you have friends who like less sweet things or have sugar restrictions and you wanna share with them. you can strain it and sweeten it all at once, or only enough for one cup at a time. it usually takes a long time to strain ime, so if you’re trying to serve it immediately, one cup at a time may be better for you. if you don’t have cheesecloth, you could prolly substitute coffee filters or very very fine mesh, just know that you may get a little pulp in it, especially if you’re using mesh.

serve it up and enjoy!!!!

caramel syrup:

put 3/4 cup of sugar and 1/2 cup of water together in a pot on the stove. DO NOT STIR. bring to a boil and occasionally SWIRL the pot to combine.

once the water has boiled and the sugar is dissolved, let the sugar water simmer for 15 min or so, until the mixture is a nice golden brown color. still swirl it a few times while simmering. while this is simmering, bring another, separate 1/2 cup of water to a boil (so that when you combine it, it won’t splash so much)

once your sugar water has caramelized and turned a nice golden brown, CAREFULLY whisk in the 1/2 cup of water you boiled separately. it will still splatter, for best results wear oven mitts

add 1/2 tsp of vanilla extract, stir or swirl to combine, and boom, you’re done!

Chai tea bag + lil but of brown sugar + apple cider packet + 16 oz. mug of hot but not quite boiling water

it will not Fix You but like. maybe. maybe.

[the-jellyfish-graves]

Holy moly your food looks incredible. I feel like I would be willing to eat ingredients I don’t typically like if you prepared them. It looks delicious and your plating is beautiful. Also yes please make me some cannabis infused foods and drinks. I’m interested in hearing more about your drink making skills. What’s been one of your favorite creations drink-wise? If you want to share obvs no pressure.

I really enjoy hearing people nerd out on the things they enjoy and it makes me get excited about it too.

Also I’m so sorry for the multiple anons from me (enby sub)

Thank you (and don't worry about the multiple anons. I'll clear out my inbox eventually)! I'd certainly try to make good food out of ingredients people usually don't like. It'd be a good challenge. Cannabis drinks are easier to make because it's so easy to find flavored cannabis syrup. I just like learning how different flavors pair together, so I have some informal knowledge about which alcohols and tastes can be combined. I don't really drink very often. Halloween is usually when I have the most alcohol (~6 drinks in a month). I kind of improvise and don't measure drinks unless it's for Halloween but I'll try to remember what's in some of these. I like making sweet, fruity and floral drinks.

Spiced peach and oat (probably spiced whiskey, peach schnapps, oatmilk, cinnamon, and some homemade cinnamon amaretto)

Watermelon tamarind chamoy blended drink (Watermelon, spicy tamarind vodka, chamoy. . .?)

Something chocolate cherry flavored?

Something with mango and cannabis (Mango liquor, tajin, spicy tamarind vodka, probably tonic water??? and mango apricot cannabis syrup)

No clue but it looks pretty.

I don't know what to call it (floral gin - as pictured, sour apple liqueur, blue curacao, orange liqueur, lemon sparkling water)

Lavender white hot chocolate (dried lavender, coconut milk, white chocolate, drop of purple food coloring) (could add white chocolate liqueur to make it alcoholic) (would definitely make this drink for someone else)

Halloween drink: Demon's blood (recipe below) (probably my favorite drink)

Halloween drink: Failed love potion (recipe below)

Halloween drink: Swamp Queen (recipe below)

No clue but it reminds me of a stormy day at sea and so it's one of my favorites, - visually

Demon’s blood 2.0

Mango liquor 1oz

Pomegranate liquor 1oz

Triple sec 1oz

Vanilla syrup .5oz

Pomegranate juice 4oz

Failed love potion 2.0

1oz creme de strawberry

1oz cinnamon amaretto*

4oz almond milk

1oz Almond milk liqueur

.5oz pomegranate schnapps

.5oz rose syrup

.5oz Grenadine

1oz dark chocolate liqueur

Luster dust

Line top of glass with dark chocolate syrup

Swamp Queen

Sour apple schnapps 1.5oz

Cinnamon Amaretto 1.5oz*

1tsp maple syrup

Apple juice 3oz

Caramel ice cream ~2T

*mine is homemade, but adding cinnamon on top or just forgoing the cinnamon flavor is fine.

[tacticalhimbo]

—OCS as OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS

tagged by @rolangf to fill this fun ass meme out <3

brain hurt so if you see this i’m automatically tagging you to do this for your blorbos ♡

since i was tagged twice.. i think? i lost count-- i'll just cramp two characters into this post. they're also both work in progress god of war ocs, but we don't talk about that <3

CHARACTER: Equinox; Sun Witch / Devotee of Freyr

ANIMAL: Barn Owl

COLORS: Gold, Green, Orange

MONTH: August

SONGS: City of Ashes // Jhariah | Dancing Queen // ABBA

NUMBER: 444 (Protection; Yes I'm assigning them angel numbers)

PLANTS: Starblush (GOW-canon plant), Osteospermum (irl-equivalent), Sunflowers

SMELLS: Warm Spices (Vanilla, Myrrh, Anise), Touches of Vetiver and Sandalwood

GEMSTONE: Amber, Carnelian, Jasper

TIME OF DAY: High Noon

SEASON: Peak Summer

PLACES: Vanaheim Forrests, Field of Flowers during High Noon, Edges of Cliffs as the Sun Settles

FOOD: Kale and White Bean Stew, Fresh Baked Bread, Oven-Braised Veal

DRINKS: Pink Grapefruit Punch, Fresh Orange Juice

ELEMENT: Light / Fire

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: Leo babeyyy

SEASONINGS: Star Anise, Allspice, and Cubeb

SKY: High Noon and Golden Hour

WEATHER: Clear Skies

MAGICAL POWER: Aethimancy (Aether Magic / Pure Elemental Magic), Solar Magic, Soul Guidance / Empathetic Casting

WEAPONS: None; If I had to choose… Some sort of spear. Something like Draupnir, but less… important? Notable.

SOCIAL MEDIA: Instagram. I just know his ass is making boomerang-style stories and posting OOTDs and has his feed all curated and pretty with divider posts and all (and that format is plant photo, selfie, matching plant photo; he coordinates the plants to his outfit)

MAKEUP PRODUCT: Highlighter

CANDY: Honey-Flavored Hard Candy (Made with organic honey, ofc)

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: Flight

ART STYLE: Fauvism, Rococo

FEAR: Isolation, Disappointment

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Centaur (different mythos, but the Norse equivalent ain't quite right. But I can so see him being a horse-type)

PIECE OF STATIONARY: Ribbon / Twine (Do they count? I'm saying they do)

THREE EMOJIS: ✨ ☀️ 🌻

CELESTIAL BODY: The Sun, of course

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CHARACTER: Hrebjorg the Kind; Seeress / Prophetic Witch / Devotee of Freya

ANIMAL: Alexandria's Birdwing Butterfly

COLORS: Green, Turquoise, Gold

MONTH: June

SONGS: The Painted Bird // Billy Vicente | Poet, Soldier, King // The Oh Hellos

NUMBER: 222 (Alignment)

PLANTS: Soulblossom (GOW-canon plant), Cuckoo Flower, Lotus

SMELLS: Floral Scents (Orange Blossoms, Jasmine), with touches of Warmer Spices (Vanilla, Myrrh)

GEMSTONE: Amazonite, Emerald, Moss Agate

TIME OF DAY: Daybreak / First Light

SEASON: Late Spring / Early Summer

PLACES: Vanaheim Forests, On the Edges of the Denser Jungle, Tucked away under the shade of a large, weeping tree as the sun rises overhead

FOOD: Strawberry Pancakes, Peach Salad, Mushroom Risotto

DRINKS: Mint Lemonade, Raspberry Juice

ELEMENT: Earth / Time

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: Capricorn

SEASONINGS: Basil, Cloves, Cinnamon

SKY: Clear Skies

WEATHER: Sun Shower (Raining while Sunny), or those moments after an intense storm where the sun begins to shine through the clouds and illuminate the very wet, very green grass

MAGICAL POWER: Organic Plant Magic, Animancy, Prophetic Divination

WEAPONS: Bow and Arrow

SOCIAL MEDIA: Pinterest, but also? Twitch. She's the type to do longer 'Just Chatting' streams that's just her going about her daily chores and such because it's a social activity (and she'd love helping younger seeress...es…? Find safe ways to practice)

MAKEUP PRODUCT: Lip Stain

CANDY: Sugared Berries

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: Walking

ART STYLE: Art Deco, Art Nouveau

FEAR: Imperfection, Failure, Ridicule

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Skogvættir / Huldufólk (Hidden people, with a particular emphasis on the Skogvættir demanding respect for the forest)

PIECE OF STATIONARY: Handmade Paper (eg., Plantable Seed Paper)

THREE EMOJIS: 🌿 🌈 ⌛

CELESTIAL BODY: Crab Nebula <3

[kimbap-r0ll]

Fall Activities to do with Vice Dorm Leaders

Just something I thought of as the leaves change to orange, red, yellow :)

Trey

He likes baking, so you two definitely engage in that together

He's good with literally any kind of treat out there, but because it's the fall he might focus on pumpkin-themed desserts. Think pumpkin pies, pumpkin-shaped cookies, etc. But honestly cinnamon items are his favorites too, so you guys try out cinnamon rolls too

You guys might share them between just the two of you as you guys snuggle together near a fireplace in the lounge or you guys might invite Riddle to join. Trey may joke that there's wasabi in there as a secret ingredient, let's hope Riddle doesn't take this seriously haha

Overall I can see him engaging in baking but he's also open to doing other things too, think sitting out near the trees to just admire the nature around you guys

Ruggie (not a vice leader but still)

Similar to Trey, he likes to make food, but he's also pretty playful and might enjoy gathering the leaves to only jump into them a few minutes later

He's really an all-around guy so you could ask him to do anything with you and he'd be down for it haha

I can't imagine him sharing a quiet reading session with you though, he's too active for that :/. However, he will enjoy pumpkin carving!

If you guys are into tricks, you guys definitely enjoy Halloween, especially the trick aspect of it. You two definitely try to prank Leona, even if he may chase you guys down haha

Jade

He's a nature boy! Definitely engages in going on walks with you even if it's a bit chilly outside

You guys find yourselves in the mountains a lot, mainly looking for different kinds of shrooms but you two might collect some leaves to press into books too

If you happen to be camping outside, expect smores or some roasted mushrooms, depending on what resources you have. Or if it's just a stroll, he'll sit with you to watch either the sunrise or the sunset, depending on when you two set out to the mountains

He's also happy just sitting in and drinking hot tea with you. It's just a nice cozy feeling!

Jamil

Definitely not one to enjoy a lot of themed activities because he's always so busy, but he doesn't mind engaging them with you if you wish

He finds himself enjoying the peace you guys have while reading and drinking tea in a dimly lit room, or even pumpkin carving. It let's him be a bit creative, and because he's good with knives, he's really good at it

If Kalim pulls him into plunging into leaves, Jamil will decline. He won't do it since it sounds silly, but you might find a way to convince him and he might let loose for a bit (mainly because he's curious to see if it's really that fun)

Overall, he's pretty chill throughout fall and is fine with most activities as long as it isn't too crazy (won't participate in doing tricks during Halloween for example)

Rook

Ah fall, a time for cozy aesthetics! He's probably going to do strolls with you because he likes talking and just spending time with you. But he also likes to do other activities

Because fall = Halloween for many, he'll watch any horror films or theater productions you want. You guys end up talking about it throughout the night, either about the plot or the way the director directed the film, etc!

I also see him being really into pumpkin spice for some reason, so you guys probably try to make some drinks based on this taste, though it might not turn out the best haha

Overall, it's also about the style for you two! You guys look warm and really aesthetic in the fall, matching scarves or hats for example.

Lilia

Wants to try everything he can! He will engage in summoning ghosts if that counts because of Halloween haha

He really likes pumpkin carving since he can be creative with it. It also feels a bit therapeutic, and the pumpkin can be used for cooking later on too so it's a win-win

As much as this man wants to cook, please don't. You two attempted to bake a pie together but ended almost setting the dorm on fire :/

He really likes the fall because it's not too cold but it's not too hot either. It's really pretty too, but he mainly likes it because of Halloween, so expect to engage in tricks during that holiday!

[amintyghost]

Piratecore Snacks

(based loosely on what pirates actually ate)

• Anything citrus to stave off scurvy! From fruits like clementines and nectarines to drinks like lemonade or orange juice

• Biscuits (weevils optional)

• Salmagundi, a popular pirate meal! Here's a link to the recipe!

• Oyster crackers with or without soup

• Try to mix your own jungle juice as an experiment! Pirates would drink pretty much anything other than water

• Salted peanuts

• Cheese and crackers

• Dried fruits like raisins, dried mango, dried apricots, or prunes

• A hard boiled egg with some salt and pepper, or any kind of egg, to be honest

• Chicken broth

• A stew of mismatched ingredients like meats and vegetables along with spices (you can experiment, but be careful)

• Chicken nuggets, beef jerky, or something along those lines

• Cinnamon gum (cinnamon was a popular spice for pirates)

• Tea or coffee

• Coconut water

• If you're reaaally feelin' it, try making a grog cocktail! Here's the link. (it could probablyyy be made virgin)

[rose-icosahedron]

Minecraft lore no. 2: Food

this is a guide to all the potentially edible things that exist in minecraft if you want to put game-accurate food in your minecraft-based fics.

meat

chicken, beef, rabbit, pork, and mutton are common in most player's diets, however some other meats are considered delicacies by some.

bats, parrots, horses, polar bears, pandas, llamas, wolves, and strider meats are eaten by some, but considered morally abject by others.

some claim mooshroom and hoglin meat have distinct tastes from normal beef and pork, tests have proved mostly inconclusive in this matter for mooshroom meat compared to normal beef, but there is a notable textural difference between hoglin meat and normal pork

spiders, bees, and silverfish are also quite edible if one manages to defeat one, but some find the taste, and more often the concept of consuming insects rather objectionable. cave spiders however are best avoided due to the large amount of poison stored through out their bodies, and ender mites are best avoided due to the teleportation magic found within them, eating one often produces similar results to eating chorus fruit.

some consider dragon meat a delicacy, though many could do without due to how hard it is to slay a ender dragon, in addition to avoiding the large amounts of acid and magic stored within a dragon's body.

sea food:

salmon and cod are the most common sea food, however they are not the only edible animals found within the oceans and rivers of minecraft.

puffer fish is edible with proper preparation, but it is very ill-advised to eat one without proper training in puffer fish preparation.

some people will eat tropical fish, although due to the large amount of species, it is very possible to end up fishing up something poisonous without knowing

calamari is much less risky to acquire, but is objectionable to some. the eddiblity of glow squid has yet to be tested.

while technically edible, many people have moral reservations about eating turtle and dolphin meat.

other animal products:

there are many animal products aside from meat that can be eaten.

mushroom stew, a substance acquired by milking a mooshroom provides a thin milky stew with mushroom dispersed throughout. it however is not spiced in any meaningful way and in quite bland.

milk is gotten from cows via milking, and while it has very little nutritional value can counter the effects of most magical effects as well as providing being used in cooking in many ways. it can also be used to make butter and cheese, both of which are incredibly useful in a large amount of cooking.

honey can be found in beehives and is comprised of flower nectar and bee spit. it can be harvested to serve as a sweetener in many dishes, and can be drunken if you feel like it. 

chicken eggs are used in alot of cooking as a binding agent and source of protein. not recommend, but you can eat them raw. not recommended,  but you could mix raw eggs and honey to create rather monstrous drink.

dragon eggs are very rare, but sometimes eaten as a delicacy. they are fairly nutritionally similar to chicken eggs.

salmon roe or salmon eggs are small orange colored salty spheres that are often eaten raw.

the mushrooms that grow on mooshrooms can be harvested via shears and are virtually indistinguishable from other mushrooms.

fruit:

apples are a sweet fruit eaten raw or cooked into desserts

melons are large fruits that grow on a vine with soft red flesh, while they are very tasty they are not recommended for cooking

pumpkins are large orange gourds. the flesh is often used in baking of many kinds, and the seeds are roasted for a nice snack.

sweet berries while they are often eaten raw, they are also great for jam, baked goods, and even wine making.

rose hips not recommended to be eaten raw, they are good for jams, ketchup,  soups, and even tea.

cacao beans while they can be eaten raw, are often taken through a process of roasting, drying, and fermentation to be used for cocoa power and chocolate in many deserts and other recipes.

chorus fruit the strange fruits local to the end they are full of teleportation magic and need to be cooked to be safely eaten. they are often eaten raw, but are very dry. they are typically used in baking. they have a unique, but not particularly strong flavor.

vegetables:

potatoes are starchy tubers. they are used in alot of cooking. you know what potatoes are.

carrots are sweet root vegetables. they are eaten raw and used in cooking. you also know what carrots are.

beetroot used in stews, or pickled and eaten, cooked with, or used in salads.

leaves, petals, seeds:

kelp, not typically eaten raw, it is often dried, and used in cooking.

acorns nuts from dark oak trees, they need to be put through a blanching process to become palatable, and are often used to make acorn flour.

alium refers to a large group of plants, this includes chives, onions, and garlic.

tulips have edible petals that are eaten raw or candied

rose petals are edible, and while they can be eaten raw, are often candied or used to make rose water which is often used as flavoring in baking.

dandelions are completely edible, often used in salads.

spruce cones in the springtime when they are green they can be eaten raw or cooked and eaten whole(like a corn on the cob). during the winter the nuts can be extracted and eaten or used in cooking.

spruce tips are the fresh growth that can be found in the springtime, they can be eaten raw, dreid, canied, and used in cooking.

spruce needles are not particularly tasty, but can be eaten in a pinch, and can be used to make tea.

sunflower seeds can be eaten raw or roasted, can also be made into sunflower oil, which is very useful for cooking.

poppy seeds: while the majority of the plant is poisonous, te seeds are often used in cooking to add flavor.

fern tips: the growth tips of ferns, sometimes eaten raw, often pickled.

wheat is a basic grain typically used in baking and occasionally in stews.

fungus:

brown mushrooms are one kind of mushroom found through the overworld, can be eaten raw, also used in cooking.

red mushrooms: another kind of mushroom native to the overworld,  usually used in cooking.

crimson fungus is from the nether and is very dry and fibrous, typically used in cooking if eaten at all.

crimson roots are roots put off from crimson fungus trees. when grated they have a strangely peppery taste and are used as a spice.

other:

spruce and birch inner bark are edible and used as flavoring.

some varieties of jungle tree bark is literally just cinnamon

orchids are typically poisonous, but one verifies seeds are used as a common flavoring in baking. (vanilla beans)

water is water, sea water can be boiled to make sea salt.

this has been an overview of all the potentially edible things in minecraft. (the base ingredients) have fun with your fic writing.

[innaminitus]

Gingerbreads

Pairing: George x reader x Fred

Request: WEASLEY TWINS CHRISTMAS SMUT YES PLEAASE where they both like the reader but like make a deal that it’s either both of them for her or none of them? THANK YOU

Warnings: smut, no twincest

Word count: 2671

A/N: BIG NOTE: if you are not okay with this kind of fic, you are free to not read it. there is plenty of similar fics all over tumblr, you can avoid them, too.

first fic from my Christmas at Hogwarts series! Feel free to send requests!

The hallways were filled with candles and glittery chains, on every corner there was a Christmas tree, decorated with all kinds of ornaments, gingerbreads and dried oranges, filling the air with the specific scent of holidays.

Disgusting.

You hated the so called ‘holiday spirit’ and basically everything that involved anything associated with Christmas. It wasn’t your fault, really. You remembered times when you actually quite liked Christmas. Not much of it you remembered, though, since you were just a small child when it all fell apart. It was Christmas, after all, when your father murdered your mother right in front of you. Cinnamon and oranges only made you anxious now.

Suddenly someone bumped into you from behind.

“Hey, Portkey!” The Weasley twins blocked your view and both walked backwards in order to see you.

“Stop calling me that…” You furrowed at the nickname, but couldn’t help but to smile.

You got the nickname after the circumstances in which you met the twins.

You were scrubbing the cauldrons in Snape’s office as your detention when the door opened and Filch jumped on his chair in which he has been snoring for at least half an hour now. Snape stormed through the door, dragging two boys by their collars. You saw them before, the famous Weasley twins, the jokers of Hogwarts.

“Messrs. Weasley will help Miss Y/L/N clean the cauldrons. I expect them to be clean enough to see my own reflection.”

“Of course, professor!” Filch nodded his head. “I’ll make sure they will!”

But despite what he said, right after Snape left Filch sat back on his chair and started snoring once again. Fred or George laughed at him and grabbed one of the sponges you were using to clean one of the cauldrons from something thick and sticky.

“I’m Fred” one of them said “and this is George.” He pointed at his twin who cringed at the sight of dirty cauldrons.

“I’m Y/N,” you murmured without taking your eyes off a particularly dirty place.

“And how did you end up here?”

You smirked and looked up.

“I turned Filch’s mop into a portkey. He ended up on the roof every time he touched it.”

They both laughed at your words.

“Brillaint!” said George. At least you thought it was George. “We gave the whole first year Fainting Fancies.”

“Only to test them, of course.”

“But Granger ruined the fun.”

You stopped scrubbing for a second and looked at them with dismay.

“What on earth are Fainting Fancies?” you asked, not sure if you actually want to know the answer.

“Ah!” Fred straightened, obviously very proud of himself. “Our invention! We are working on sweets that make you ill.”

“Sweets that make me ill?” You raised your eyebrow.

“Exactly. You take one and have, in example, instant fever. Perfect before an exam you forgot about.”

“You guys are really something else.”

It was in the middle of September. You have become quite inseparable ever since, the jokes and hours of detention really brought you together.

“Ready to leave for Christmas?” asked Fred, almost tripping over an old rug.

You dragged his arm and forced him to walk next to you, afraid he might actually fall next time. George also joined your side.

“I’m not leaving. I always spend Christmas here.”

“Well, actually that makes sense. I wouldn’t like to spend Christmas with a Slytherin either,” Fred laughed, but George stormed him with sight. “What?”

You only talked to George about what happened to your family. One night you were changing the lenses in telescopes in Astronomy Tower, so instead of stars they would show a giant eye of a person who would use them and ended up looking at the night sky filled with dark clouds. You were talking about everything and nothing, and from word to word you ended up confessing it to him. How your father killed your mother, because she wouldn’t join him as a Death Eater. How you run away through the back door of your house and, swallowing tears, stormed to your neighbors. How the Aurors would take your father to the Azkaban and leave you at an orphanage. How no one would adopt you.

“It’s just… Celebrating Christmas in an orphanage is never fun. I much prefer it here than there.”

Fred’s smile fainted. “I’m- I’m sorry, Y/N, I had no idea.”

“That’s fine.” You waved your hand at him. “You couldn’t know.”

He looked at his twin, they exchanged looks that seemed to say more than any word could.

“Alright, that’s it,” George said. “You have to come with us for Christmas.”

You shook your head with a faint smile. “It’s alright, boys. I’m fine on my own, really.”

“Well, we’re not.” Fred stopped, blocking your way up the corridor. “That’s it, you’re coming with us. I already told mom you would.”

You furrowed. “No, you didn’t.”

“But I will, so you better go pack yourself.”

You sighed. Would it really be so bad? Would you go down memory lane and get fifteen panic attacks by the time you step through the door of their home or would you finally soothe the horror you’ve been living in for past twelve years? There was only one way to find out.

“Alright. I’ll go.”

***

You were nervous during the whole train ride, and now you felt as if you were about to jump from your own skin because of anxiety. With the rest of the Weasley siblings and, of course, the one and only Harry Potter you were waiting outside the King’s Cross station for Mr. Weasley, who was going to pick you up. In a car, they said. You couldn’t possibly imagine how exactly you would fit in a car with all the baggage, but magic surprised you way too many times for you to still question everything. This time it was no different – although Mr. Weasley parked a simple black car, he supposedly got from the Ministry (it had something to do with Potter, but you didn’t ask too many questions) inside it was as big as a van. Every single one of you could fit inside, and you still had plenty of room left. They all chattered and laughed during the way, but you were too stressed to even listen to them. You regretted your decision already. You should be at Hogwarts, in your dorm room, alone, reading a book and drinking unholy amount of hot chocolate with marshmallows. The elves would always bring you some food and this perfect beverage since you never joined the rest of the students which stayed as well. But it was too late now.

The car stopped before an old, weirdly crooked house which looked like a patchwork blanket you had when you were little. Somehow it made you feel warm inside.

You got out right after Ginny, with your bag in hand, unsure what to do. You locked your eyes on flying lights around the roof of the house. Could it be fairies? Or just enchanted string of plain lights?

All of the sudden you felt heavy arm around your shoulders. “Hey, Portkey, you alright?” Fred asked, his sight following yours. “Yeah, I know it’s not much, but–“

“It’s perfect,” you interrupted, smiling.

His face brightened and you noticed sparkles in his eyes. Pretty.

“Go on, lovebirds!” Ginny waved at you and you noticed that it was now only you and Fred standing outside. You blushed suddenly and hurried inside.

“Oh, hello, dear!” Mrs. Weasley smiled at you and grabbed your arms, squeezing them lightly. A big warm smile bloomed on her face. “You must be Y/N! How lovely to finally meet you, I’m so glad you’ll spend holidays with us!”

“Thank you for having me.” You smiled back. This woman just greeted you like an old family friend, not an orphan she sees for the first time in her life. It was… oddly nice.

***

You were sitting on a sofa, your knees under your chin, staring blindly at the yule tree, your sight blurred to the point where you only saw points of colorful light. The dinner was wonderful. Mrs. Weasley asked George in a letter what your favorite food was, and of course made it just for you. She also made sure there was no scent of gingerbread spice. It was just a little too much for you.

“You’re not asleep?” Someone’s voice interrupted your mindless procrastinating.

You blinked and turned your head to look at George walking down the stairs.

“Not yet… I’m a little overwhelmed. Don’t mind me.”

He sat next to you. The sofa was quite small, that’s why you put your legs down, and now his thigh was touching yours.

“I know my mum can be… intense. To say the least, but she means well.”

“I know that, and she’s lovely, really, it’s just… I don’t know. A lot to process for me. I haven’t had real Christmas since I was a kid. And you are all trying to make me feel welcome…” You turned your head from him, suddenly ashamed. “I feel like I don’t deserve any of it.”

A second passed, then another, and you felt his warm fingers under your chin. He gently turned your face back to him.

“You deserve everything, Y/N.” He moved so close to you that for a second you were sure he was going to kiss you, but he hesitated mere millimeters from your lips. Hotness flushed your cheeks. He smelled like pine tree and suddenly you decided it was now your favorite scent. You waited for a second that felt like an hour, and slightly moved away in the same moment he moved forward. A small gasp escaped your lips, he leaned even more, undaunted, and kissed you gently. No tongue, not even opened mouth, just lips touching lips. It was a long kiss, though, and when he moved away you felt uncomfortable chill on your mouth.

“George–“

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t–“

“No,” you interrupted. “Do it again. Please.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. His hand landed on the back of your neck, he pulled you to him, and butterflies erupted in your stomach. Enough with the gentleness, he was needy, as if he’s been waiting for your lips his whole life. His other hand was on your thigh, he was turning you more towards him as his tongue slid into your mouth.

“Well, well, well.”

You parted immediately, somehow ashamed. Fred slowly walked down the stairs, a hint of smile on his face. “What do we have here?” He stood before you, hands crossed. “I thought we had a deal, Georgie.” Wait, what? “It’s either both of us or none of us.”

You blinked once, then twice, but couldn’t understand the situation. You looked at George, hoping that maybe he would make it clearer.

“I know, I know,” he sighed “but I couldn’t help myself.”

Your heart missed a beat, but not in a pleasant way. Were they… making a bet?

“Can any of you tell me what the hell are you talking about?” you asked, lovely moment from just a mere minute ago long gone.

George rubbed the back of his head and exchanged looks with Fred. They were doing it again, communicating without words.

He sighed. “We– we both like you, okay? And we agreed that none of us will be with you… unless the other one would also be involved.”

You swallowed hard. Did he mean… to be with them both? At the same time? It seemed crazy but… you liked them, too. They were both handsome, obviously. Would it be so bad?

“Okay,” you said, the steadiness of your voice surprising you. “We can– we can try.”

They seemed as surprised as you were, looking at each other once more.

Fred was the first to speak, after he cleared his throat. “Then maybe… let’s go to our room?”

You nodded and followed him up the stairs, feeling the warmth of George’s body behind you.

It was oddly arousing. You had to be quiet, to not wake anyone. You knew you’d have to be quiet later when… When what exactly? Were you going to have sex? Or was it just your hope?

You entered the twins’ room, bathed in moonlight. It smelled like pine here as well…

Suddenly a hand was on the back of your neck, Fred’s tongue first, a split second before his needy lips landed on yours. You didn’t think, you didn’t wait, you gave back every kiss, your tongue next to his. While his fingers were tangled in your hair another set of hands played with skin under the hem of your shirt, bolder with each passing moment. He traced the curves of your body, shamelessly traveled up, and up, his soft fingers caressed the side of your breasts only to finally land on your hardened nipples. You moaned in Fred’s mouth at which he bit your lower lip.

“You like how he touches you, huh?” His voice no more than a whisper, sent shivers down your body. “Wait till I touch you.”

George rolled your nipples in between his fingers, but soon his hands were gone, because Fred lifted you up. They seemed to have one mind, what one thought the other acted. George sat on one of the beds, Fred seated you between his brother’s legs. His fingers hooked on your pajama pants and your panties, but before he took them off he took a look at you, one eyebrow raised in silent question. You could go back now, they wouldn’t blame you. Only… you didn’t exactly want to go back. You lifted your hips, your answer just as silent as his. He grinned and slid your clothes down your legs. George gripped your shirt and soon it was also gone, but you weren’t cold. You had two bodies to warm yourself and you were gladly going to use them.

George’s soft lips traced the curve of your neck while Fred was watching your arousal grow under his brother’s touch. His hands slowly parted your thighs, showing your already pulsating pussy. His twin’s fingers were kneading your breasts and mercilessly pinching your nipples while his mouth landed on yours, kissing you passionately.

He caught you by surprise, really. Almost making you jump when you felt warm tongue spreading your folds, surprise quickly turning to pleasure when Fred’s tongue started to, gently at first, play with your dripping pussy. Oh, but he was impatient. Soon you were a moaning as he was sucking on your clit and slowly pushing one finger inside of you. George wasn’t planning on being any worse than his brother – his skillful fingers could probably make you come just by playing with your nipples and soon you were biting your lips almost till they bled, only to not moan their names.

The pleasure was unbelievable. Feeling of two bodies against you, flicks of Fred’s tongue and moves of George’s fingers and his lips on yours – it was all too much to bear, too much for one person to experience. And you found yourself lost in this pleasure when Fred joined another finger deep in your pussy. Your muscles clenched on him, he started sucking on your clit, George’s fingers pinched hard and all of the sudden you were almost knocked out by the most intensive orgasm you’re ever had.

They gave you a moment to come down from the high and slowly started to undress when you suddenly heard a knock on the door.

“Can you wrap it up?” You heard Ginny’s whisper. “Mom asked me twice already where you are, Y/N, I’m running out of excuses.”

You got all red and slapped your hand over your mouth, looking at the twins who tried very hard not to laugh. Fred handed you your clothes and George leaned to your ear “We’ll finish it tomorrow.” A shiver went down your spine. Well, now you’ve had new Christmas memory to hold onto.

[inksandpensblog]

For the questionnaire: question 1 for NGD!Dark?

What is the character’s go-to drink order?

He didn't know a lot about drinks while he was on the pc.

Not even the difference between regular drip coffee and an Americano, or regular iced coffee and a cold brew. All he really knew was that dark roasts were stronger than medium ones, and he probably only knew that because noogai looked it up while Christmas shopping or something.

Orange would sketch various different beverages as art studies, and Dark was happy to taste-test them. He ended up liking many of them, as long as they weren't overly sweet.

(He did not like the unicorn frappe. That was...that was not a good day. He never figured out whether it was because Orange imagined it incorrectly, or because it's just inherently an abominable and abjectly-disgusting drink, and he's never been willing to try a real one and find out.)

Anytime he asked Orange for a drink, though, instead of just letting Orange make one for him because he felt like it, he'd usually just ask for a coffee or a water, nothing elaborate. Mostly because, if he was asking for a drink, then it wasn't for enjoyment; rather, it was because he'd be working on something for hours at a time and he wanted to stay awake or refreshed while doing so.

As for the extended timeline...

If he's drinking coffee because he needs to stay awake, he won't even look at the menu, he'll just look the poor barista in the eye and say he wants the strongest, darkest drink they have. He doesn't care what it is, or whether it's hot or cold, or how much it costs; though he gives the impression that he wants it made as quickly as possible. He leaves before the barista can count out his change and he's already downed half the coffee by the time the door swings closed behind him.

If he's drinking coffee for leisure, he'll have a brief look at the menu and casually order the first beverage with the word "latte" in its name that catches his interest.

This could be a regular latte, or a matcha/chai/turmeric latte, or any other variety; he's willing to be a little experimental about the taste, because what he really wants it for is so he can stare at the milk foam art while he drinks it. It...makes him feel nostalgic.

If it's a regular latte he usually has a specific request for the art, but if it's his first time trying the drink he'll let the artist surprise him with one of their routine designs.

If it ends up being a sweeter drink, he'll have some complimentary spices added to it (whether powdered, like matcha, or whole, like anise stars or cinnamon sticks). It's...always more spice than you'd expect a person to be able to handle.

Will tilt his cup 180 degrees to get every last dreg.

Waits until right before he leaves the venue to tip.

If he's a guest at someone's house, he's more likely to ask for some kind of fruity or herbal tea, or even cider, mulled or otherwise. Though if he knows there will be coffee he might bring along a bottle of Amaretto to leave at their house for next time they invite him over. (He'd wondered what Irish coffee tasted like back on the pc but figured it wouldn't be a great idea to drink one while he was attempting to figure out escape plans. When he finally got to try one it ended up being too sweet for his liking.)

[live-the-fangirl-life]

105 for Nessian 👀

Hey, Gourdgeous

Nesta Archeron x Cassian - Pumpkins

Prompt: "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” Halloween Edition

Masterlist | Read on Ao3 | Halloween Collection

Warnings: Language

2000 words

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“What about this one?” Nesta asked over the wind as she held up a bright, orange pumpkin.

Cassian lifted his head from where he was critically inspecting a pumpkin of his own. He smirked, sitting back on his heels in the sparse pumpkin patch. “Nes, come on. We said we’d pick each other’s pumpkin.” He wiggled his eyebrows and Nesta rolled her eyes, struggling to understand how her boyfriend could make a dirty joke out of that. “Just pick whatever one you think I’d like best.”

She grumbled but set the pumpkin back down. It was nice, but it wasn’t right.

Cassian had planned a whole Halloween-inspired date which included them going to the local pumpkin patch to pick out a pumpkin for the other person, going home to carve said pumpkins while drinking spiked cider, followed by admiring their pumpkins, setting them out of the stoop, and watching Halloween movies until they fell asleep. Preferably with some sexy time thrown in.

She knew Cassian loved all the fun parts of Halloween—the dressing up, decorating, and all the pumpkin-flavored treats—and not necessarily the spookier parts like haunted houses or horror movies in the dark. So when he suggested a Halloween movie Nesta knew to be prepared to watch Halloweentown, Hocus Pocus, or something as equally fun. She doubted he would pick an actual horror movie. Although, it would give him an excuse to hold her close—not that he needed an excuse. So who was she to complain?

It didn’t take much longer for them to find their pumpkins, which was good because Nesta didn’t want to admit that she was cold in just her jacket and scarf. It wasn’t fair that Cassian had all that muscle to keep him warm. Or the foresight to wear a leather jacket over his deep red and black flannel for extra warmth.

As if sensing it, Cassian grinned and slung a heavy arm around her shoulders, pulling her close where she could feel the heat radiating off of him, as his other arm held the pumpkin she’d picked out snug to his opposite side. Nesta maneuvered her free arm to wrap around the back of his jacket while her other cradled her smaller pumpkin close to her chest.

“Let’s go drink and use sharp knives to cut these things up.” He declared, and Nesta couldn’t help but laugh at the child-like joy radiating from him as he pulled her towards the car.

***

As soon as they got home, Nesta set to turning on the skull lights and putting on their Halloween playlists while Cassian moved the sofa to the far wall and laid down old newspaper on the floor along with large spoons, a few knives, and markers.

He took both their pumpkins and got to work cutting off the tops and scooping out the seeds while Nesta pulled out the spiced apple cider and cinnamon whiskey. By the time she walked back into the living room, a steaming cup of spiked cider garnished with a cinnamon stick in each hand, Cassian had finished getting rid of all the slimy, orange innards. Nesta waited until he wiped his hands off before handing him his mug and sitting down across from him where he’d placed her pumpkin.

Soon, both she and Cassian sat in comfortable silence as they each planned how to carve their pumpkins. He apparently knew exactly what he wanted and immediately started drawing his outlines in marker before carefully choosing a knife and carving out small sections at a time.

Nesta wished she could blame her less-than-amazing pumpkin on the distraction sitting in front of her. The tongue out in concentration, long hair pulled back in a surprisingly sexy bun, sleeves pushed up to show muscled forearms, grinned and winked whenever he caught her eye, kind of distraction.

But even Nesta could admit that the poor excuse for a design on her pumpkin had less to do with her too damn distracting boyfriend, and more to do with her own lack of carving skills.

Frustrated, Nesta threw her knife down and crossed her arms. “What are you making?” she asked as Cassian’s brows furrowed in concentration as he finished carving out a sliver. He grinned and twisted his pumpkin around to show her a halfway finished carving of three bats.

She snorted, “That’s how you chose to carve your pumpkin?” she rolled her eyes and smirked. “A little generic, don’t you think?”

She laughed as Cassian threw a small piece of pumpkin at her. “Ah, but they aren't just regular, boring bats, Nes.” he shook his head as if upset she couldn’t understand that, but his eyes shone with mischief as he pointed to the bats.

He grinned, “It’s Az, Rhys, and I.”

Nesta looked down at the bats again and raised an eyebrow, not hiding the large smirk stretching across her face. “The likeness is astonishing”

Both affectionately and mockingly, everyone in their odd circle of friends called those three the Bat Boys due to their large matching back tattoos of bat’s wings. Apparently, Cassian was taking that quite literally now.

Cassian pointed to the one in the middle, the largest and fully carved. “See,” he grinned wolfishly “I’m the biggest.”

Nesta smirked and made a sound of agreement that caused him to wink at her, before pointing to the one he was currently working on. It was thinner and had its wings flared in a surprisingly pompous pose. How Cass had managed to carve that, she didn’t know. “This one is Rhysie,” He said. Then he pointed to the other which so far was just a drawn outline. “And this one will be Az.”

“Lovely.” She snorted and grabbed her cider.

Cassian set his pumpkin back down and looked at her pumpkin with was surrounded by chunks of misshaped pumpkin parts. He chuckled as she followed his gaze with disdain at her own work.

“It’s called ‘carving a pumpkin’ not ‘brutal pumpkin murder’. What, did you chop up half of the thing already?” he laughed.

She glared at the pieces and the front of her pumpkin which couldn’t even be described as any kind of real shape. She scoffed, “Not all of us can be pumpkin carving masters, Cass.” She crossed her arms, feeling both more self-conscious and more defensive of her pumpkin.

He opened his mouth to say something but as his eyes danced across her features, his mouth stretched into a shit-eating grin. “Nes,” he drawled, sitting back and cocking his head, still grinning.

“What?” she sniffed, side-eyeing the perfect pieces in his discard pile.

“Sweetheart,” he said, drawing her attention back. “Gourdgeous.” she rolled her eyes as he drew out the word making sure she caught the pun. Then he picked up the knife closest to him and slowly cut out another chunk as she waited for what he was going to say. As he pulled out the slice and tossed it aside, he watched her gaze.

“What, Cass?” she asked again, her glare following the smoothly cut piece.

He chuckled. “Wait a minute,” he paused until she met his eyes, crinkled at the edges with amusement. “Are you jealous?”

Nesta scoffed again. “Jealous? Of what? Of your supernatural ability to carve a perfect pumpkin? Of course not.”

He laughed, and despite her desire to contradict his accusation, she couldn’t help but smile at the sound of his voice.

“Let’s see it,” he said once he’d quieted, jerking his head towards her own pumpkin.

Immediately, she frowned again, staring at the jagged lines and cut-outs where there shouldn’t be cut-outs. Shaking her head, she protested, “No, it’s not meant to be seen by anyone who wants to keep their sight.”

He huffed a laugh, “Nes, come on, it can’t be that bad.”

She roughly pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and glared at him. “I beg to differ.”

He smirked, “You know I love it when you beg, Sweetheart.”

Nesta rolled her eyes and scoffed but couldn’t help her traitorous lips from curving up—again—at his teasing. “I’m serious” she insisted, gesturing to all the pieces of what used to be her pumpkin now surrounding her.

Cassian set down his knife and stood up.

She arched a brow, “Where are you going?”

He stretched, and then he sauntered towards her until he was directly behind her. Nesta twisted and craned her neck up to meet his amused eyes with her questioning ones, trying to hide her disaster of a pumpkin from him. He sank down and stretched out a leg on either side of her before his large hands gripped her waist and pulled her back flush against his chest.

“Let’s see if we can salvage this.” He whispered into her ear and she could feel him smirk against her skin as she shivered. His hands left her body momentarily to pull the pumpkin and knife closer, and she immediately missed the heat of him. He must have too because he pressed himself impossibly closer and rested his chin on her shoulder.

They both stared at the disfigured pumpkin. Nesta could feel her face heating up as her boyfriend continued staring in silence. She shouldn’t have been embarrassed but his was so good, and she hated people seeing her as anything but perfect. But he wasn’t people, he was Cassian. Which somehow made it worse? She was about to shove the pumpkin away when he squeezed her hips, pressed a kiss just below her ear, and picked up a knife, placing it in her hand and folding her fingers over the handle.

“I think we can save this.” He said, and Nesta could feel the reverberations of his chest at her back. “it just needs a little loving care.”

She relaxed further into him and he helped guide her hands

They spent the next few minutes switching between knives, Cassian’s hands wrapped around her own, as he guided them to slice pieces out of the slowly-healing pumpkin. Every few seconds, he would press a kiss to her neck or below her ear and in response she would squeeze his fingers with her own which led to him saying something low and raspy in her ear and causing her to shiver or press further back into him, just starting the cycle again.

After one particular slice, Nesta started laughing. Cassian paused their cutting to pinch her side. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” She said through a laugh, taking a breath and trying to calm down. “It’s nothing.”

Cassian shook his head and kept cutting. As he guided her hand again, she couldn’t stop the snort that erupted, and then she was leaning her head back against his shoulder and laughing.

He set down the knife before she cut herself and rested his hands on her hips until she had quieted enough for him to ask, “Seriously Nes, what’s so funny?”

“It’s Ghost, we’re Ghost.” She snorted again.

“What?” he asked incredulously. “We’re ghost? What are you talking about?”

She rolled her eyes despite him not being able to see it, “Ghost—the movie. You know that one scene where Demi Moore is sculpting pottery and Patrick Swayze’s ghost comes in and sits behind her and has his hands intertwined with hers and they’re sitting like this and—come on, we’re Ghost.”

Cassian chuckled, his breath fanning over Nesta’s neck. “Whatever you say. Just as long as I get to be Swayze.”

***

In the end, Nesta’s pumpkin sat next to Cassian’s outside the front door. It was clear who’s was who’s, but it only made her smile as Cassian placed the battery-powered candles inside and lit them up to glow.

They cleaned up the mess and moved the couch back in place, settling in each with a fresh cup of the spiked cider. Leaning into Cassian’s side with his arm wrapped around her and a blanket sprawled across their laps, Nesta smirked into her mug as the words Hocus Pocus flashed across the screen.

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