#and by food I mean fanfic

[honestlyobsessed]

I'm actually starving.

[zephyrchama]

It is said that at times when a choice has to be made, everyone has an angel and a devil on their shoulder. These beings will try to influence a person's morals for right or for wrong.

You thought it was an exaggeration or something that only happened in cartoons. Yet here you stand, in the middle of a market trying out new foods, with Lucifer over one shoulder and Simeon over the other. They're arguing about which treats you should buy. As calm, rational adults, they aren't raising their voices or coming to blows. They're not making a scene at all. But there's a certain fire in their eyes and a stubbornness not to back down, keeping the two of them competitively breathing down your neck until you've made a choice.

"This one is similar to what I made you last week." Simeon points to a high-quality product on the top shelf.

"It's expensive. For that price, you can get two of these." Lucifer points to another product on a lower shelf. "I know you'll like them."

"That's too much. We can't have you getting sick from overeating. How about this? It's fluffy and light." Simeon tries to put a snack in your hand.

Lucifer knocks the angel's arm aside and puts his own recommendation in your hand. "This is made with rare ingredients from across the Devildom. You won't get a chance to try it again."

Two iron grips take hold of your shoulders as Simeon and Lucifer smile at each other. Two irked and vaguely threatening smiles, void of actual positive emotion. You consider just buying a keychain instead.

[selineram3421]

*brain asking for even MORE fluff* Fine.

Alastor X Reader Oneshot

Warnings? ⚠

⚠ hinted love language-acts of service and physical affection, coffee, food mention-coffee desserts, kisses, implied make out ⚠

Coffee ☕

The smell of coffee is one you're all too familiar with.

Alastor is a coffee addict lover, and drinks it every morning. Sometimes he'll have a cup or two after dinner.

You don't have any problems with it, having been surrounded by others in your living life with the same love for coffee.

So you'll buy coffee beans often just for him to enjoy. With the extra, you'll use it in your baking, making sure not to make his treats beyond his sweetness intake.

Tiramisu, crispy coffee cookies, mocha truffle cheesecake, and coffee 'n cream brownies. Alastor helps you with taste testing and thoroughly enjoys your coffee treats. Often kissing you between bites.

"The baker must taste test too~"

You don't mind having the taste off coffee on your lips. It may be a bit bitter but its something you've grown accustomed to with him.

One night you were craving for some coffee.

Alastor was sitting near the lit fireplace with a book in hand, coffee and coffee crisp cookies on the small table nearby.

You had just finished making more of his cookies to take to the hotel so he could enjoy during work when you felt in the mood for some caffeine. Looking over at the man in red, you saw he took a sip of his drink.

"Love.", you called out, walking over to stand before him. "Can I get some coffee?"

Looking up from his book, he gave a happy smile and set the hardcover down on the little table. "Why of course my darling! I'll get you a cup, have a seat-", he went to stand, pushing himself up with the armrests.

"No.", you placed a hand on his chest.

The deer demon was confused but let you push him back into his seat.

"I don't want a cup.", you said as you went to straddle his lap. "I want my coffee.", you cupped his chin and lifted his head up to meet your gaze.

Now Alastor was a man hard to fluster, but somehow you manage to make his cheeks redden.

"And where is your coffee?", he asked after taking a noticeable gulp.

You smiled and leaned in closer.

"Why, it's you hun.", you slid the hand on his chest up until you held his face with both of your hands. "Can I get some coffee?"

Moving his hands off the armrests, he held you close and nodded.

"Yes."

Starting off with a gentle kiss, you lean more onto him until you're chest to chest as you wrap your arms around his neck, getting a taste of the coffee not long after a few more kisses.

"Je serai ton café.", he said breathlessly against your lips. (I'll gladly be your coffee.)

Maybe you were a coffee addict now.

I had coffee. Also let me know if my translation is wrong.

~Seline, the person.

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[thedrotter]

cw blood & mild eye strain

local 8 year old child HITS you with a PIPE (on purpose) do you forgive him🥺

inspired by twt post by @/vonasterrors (see in read more)

[chellena]

TW: unhealthy relationship with food/binge eating/insecurity

Yuki Tsunoda, in his rookie season of F1, just can’t stop thinking about pudding. It starts with a little itch at the back of his mind that turns into a full body ache.

He also can't stop thinking about his older teammate, Pierre Gasly. He doesn't want to think about why that is. And it doesn't help that Pierre has resorted to calling Yuki by the pet name- Pudding.

[ssaseaprince]

I want to just rewatch this movie over and over again, but the amount of fanfiction between my ship is so minimal that it's putting me off from rewatching it

[peachdues]

please give us a crumb of part 2?

Oh boy.

How about I give y'all some general things that you will see?

There are going to be two confrontations between Kyojuro and Y/N, and one small one between Kyojuro and Shinobu (and Shinobu gets downright vicious). Tengen (in his brief appearance) is going to be the omnipotent god every story needs. Y/N is going to tap-dance all over Kyojuro's buttons because she's had it.

There will be more insight into why Kyo is so angry/angsty, but he's still gonna get dragged. He will also grovel.

And we'll see how much Kyojuro likes to eat.

[hollywoodsargeant]

mental illness?? overdue for bullet lobotomy?? loscar secret omega fic that i wrote in a furious 4-day haze?? please read and enjoy!

[tragedykery]

​getting tired of the amount of elaboration on fire nation citizens/culture in comparison to the other nations (especially the water tribes and air nomads) tbh.

[hanzajesthanza]

geralt: hey dandelion. do you want some of this [offers kebab]

dandelion: no thanks, i’m not hungry. . .

geralt:

geralt: . . . tellico! 😠 stop pretending to be dandelion! change back into biberveldt 😑

dudu: . . . [sighs] fine 🙄 [turns back into dainty]

geralt: so. . . if you’re here, then where the hell is dandelion?!

dudu: don’t get your knickers in a twist, witcher. he’s off seducing that pretty blonde from the market stall.

geralt: . . . sure. but why, then—

dudu: he didn’t want you to be lonely when he was away, so he asked me to step in for a bit. [turns back into dandelion] and i was doing a pretty bang-up job too! 😌

geralt: . . . 🥺

[star-crossed-shipper]

WAIT GUYS i just thought of something. So, we know how crowley is a demon and demons don’t receive forgiveness or something according to him. Now, this is just a theory. (A GAME THE- no it’s too easy)

season 2 spoilers under the cut

but let’s take that thought a step further. let’s say a demon is explicitly forgiven by god or someone with high enough status to have strong angelic power. what would happen? do they regain angel status? i’m not sure. but what if that’s what happens?

what if when aziraphale, newly assigned head archangel of heaven, forgiving crowley in ep6 means that he was restoring his angel status, either consciously or unintentionally? what if crowley’s “don’t bother” was a rejection of that status - and does it mean he actually rejected it or is he technically an angel now?

imagine the implications of this theory - if az did it intentionally it might be so that he can keep an eye on crowley from up in heaven and know he’s ok. crowley might discover he’s an angel again in his next correspondence with hell or something where he’s not prepared to receive that information and imagine how conflicted he would be (az probably did it out of care but i am so fucking furious i don’t wanna be a fucking angel) and it could even be a plot obstacle somehow. and if az did it unintentionally all the more angst because later he discovers that his status comes with such power and isn’t sure how to fix it since he knows crowley would be furious but is guilty to think he’s a little happy about it, etc.

idk i just think that would be a neat idea

[oofouchstovehot]

Pounces into your kitchen.

Oi! Hello!

Are you a writer? If so, do you have any ideas or AUs you want to scream about? I'd be very interested in listening to a good old-fashioned info dump.

Hoooooooo boy.Yes I am :']

So-like- ik I haven't worked on the fae dca much because of Undertale focus but.... man. I can make it so fucked up.

Open on Smithy Y/N. They just got rammed into a marriage they don't want. Doesn't even know their spouse. Can't yell at their parents cause they're old, frail, and rank higher in the court than they do. Spends all day either in the woods or in the forge, doesn't really have any friends to vent to, and the few smiths that work under them don't need to know their family business and don't deserve the weight of their problems. Gets into an argument with a parent (in public, no less) over "welcoming the future and all it holds with hope and enthusiasm" and decides to go an a night-time ride against their better judgement.

They find themself dosing off, however, and what should have been a short trail just on the edge of the thicket blurred into an un-worn path deep in the forest. They lightly chastise their horse for venturing deeper instead of going home when they slipped away, but can't be mad at the thing. They still recognize these trees, after all.... SURPRISE! Something as small as the crack of a branch breaking in the distance sets the horse into full spook, running straight off the beaten path farther than anything y/n recognizes before they're finally bucked off and left in the dust.... weird... mauve dust.

Laying in the dirt with what is luckily only a minor sprain, y/n finds their mind unusually clouded as a person unlike any they'd ever seen stands above them.

It's a fae. It has strangle splotchy blue skin, wings of a moth, legs of a deer, 4 ears, and strange petals like a blue-bell flow down it's scalp like hair or a hat, similar petals on it's neck remind you of a ruff. It's face covered by a thin veil, held by golden ornaments. Golden bracelets like shackles wrap around it's wrists and ankles, but something tell you they're not the manacles of a prisoner.

It introduces itself as "Moon." Claims to know of your plights. Says it's worried for your health and demands that-hey! why are you getting up? Stay down! Come back!

You know to be polite but can't bring yourself to be careful, half-sure this is some fever dream perhaps brought on by head injury. You introduce yourself as "Smith," tell it you appreciate it's concern, but this is no place for a nap and you really must find your horse and go home.

It yells, it begs, it whines, it reminds you of the young princess before she'd gotten the hang of manners, insistent thing it was yet either unable or unwilling to inflict you with any faerie curses like you might've expected. It trailed after you as you walked, growing frustrated all the while, moving to grab you yet pulling away every time. A lovely reminder of your own jewelry. Cold iron. Wrapper around every finger and ear, your neck, your wrists, the toes of your boots and the clasps of your gloves.

The thing blocks your path. It stomps the ground and clenches its fists. It rants and raves about manners, listening, and sleeping at night, before suddenly stopping like it'd just receive the ultimate paternal glare. Perhaps it had. A growing dread assures you that a bit more care would've serve you well tonight.

The little guy whips around and you peer over it's wings to see a towering thing.

It's horribly out of place in the moonlight. Red and Oranges and Greens. It's sported the same veil, and ornaments of it's own, now in silver, with the addition of studs and loops in it's many ears. The many layered petals of it's scalp remind you of poinsettias. You saw no wings, but the "cloak" along it's shoulder physically grew from it's neck, like the little one's ruff.

It stares down at you like the scum of the Earth, before ignoring you to chastise the little guy about straying too far, playing too loudly, and waking him up at a ridiculous hour.

The little one asks if it remembers the "unfortunate metal worker" it's been watching recently??? When it nods, it simply points at you and says "their horse tried to kill them but they refuse to lay down"

The feeling of hidden eyes narrowing on you keeps your mouth shut. And the ensuing lecture is much more convincing than Moon could ever dream to achieve. Something about self preservation, and healing, and rest, and complying for the sake of those who care for you that gives you some major ick but keeps you nodding your head in an intimidated daze, like a child caught roughhousing with their younger peers.

It wasn't enough to get you to lay down on the spot. however, a clawed hand with too many joints and not enough fingers gripping your wrist, completely ignorant of what was most definitely it's hand lightly crackling like a log on fire, said other things about how tired you were.

You wake up a week later in your bed, father worrying at your side, horse in the stable, all the jewelry you had on your person found in a little silk bag tucked away in your nightstand, every free surface on your room adorned with a bouqet of lillies, blue bells, poinsettias, foxgloves, or strangely coloured roses.

Delivered by "worried servants" he would say.

________

Y/N continues to see Moon on their late night strolls and rides, struck with a newfound confidence after their "rough yet successful" introduction. As time goes on and you continue to grow lax with the brothers (thought not with your iron) It and Fae and Boy turns into Them and He and Moon. Moon loses his veil somewhere along the way, revealing milky pink eyes but an otherwise featureless face. You start growing closer to Sun(whose name you found out later though it was already obvious) when he starts to appear during your daylight strolls and rides. They're much more common than your late night ones, and your scared this unfairness might trigger Moon's short temper, but he claims it would be fine because Sun took such a long time to warm up to you anyways.

They bring you flowers, they bring you trinkets. You see moths and lizards in the corners of your eyes throughout the day. They sing strange songs in a tongue you can't understand. They offer you food that you always decline, distrustful of the oddly perfect bread and strange looking fruits. Sometimes you take your rings off. All except your engagement ring, of course.

Moon gets unreasonably upset over this, wanting to hold both your hands. He says he has to make such a fuss because he's being angry for Sun, too. But whenever you bring up your engagement to the eldest, he changes the subject, ignores you all together, or shows no sign of being upset at all.

Strange creatures.

They make you laugh, though.

______________

You're getting married Saturday.

You met your fiancé today.

It was awful.

They were about as thoughtful as your parents and twice as haughty. They refused to look at you. They refused to talk to you. They interrupted you when you tried to talk to them. You had to listen to whatever they wanted because you were in public, they were a higher status than you, and you didn't want to make a scene.

They made you take off your iron. They called it "unbeffiting." They insulted everything from your clothing to your profession to the way you wore your hair and the length you kept it cut at. A servant brought you a new outfit for the evening. When you hesitated to remove your rings, they ripped them off your fingers. Left them uncovered and nicked.

You were supposed to walk back to your quarters with them to bond until you went your separate ways for bed.

You took off into the dusk ironless, horseless, in dress shoes bare and hands.

The hour is unusual, both brothers appear to you, the youngest stay back and watches the Sun provide you comfort you didn't know he could give.

Nothing crackles when you grab his hands, your own in nothing but useless stone and gold.

"I want to make a deal." A thumb with too many joints rubs over your last ring

Shackles for Shackles, Strings for Chains.

Black across your ankles, silver and gold around your wrists, loose chains bound to a necklace that chokes with precious jewels. Pale white eyes and blood red freckles more beautiful than the sunset you were too busy crying to watch.

"Moon and Eclipse agree they'd be just fine with you as an in-law"

You were getting married today.

_________

THIS ISN'T ALL.

I HAVE MORE.

THEY'RE GONNA BE ON A SEPERATE REBLOG CUS THIS IS HUGE

[girlscience]

I hate finding a fandom that likes to take a slightly emotional character and makes them cry and have panic attacks constantly in every fic. Least favorite fandom trope ever

[factorialsfandoms]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Food Fantasy (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Liúshuǐ Sùmiàn | Nagashi Somen & Shuǐ Xìnxuán Bǐng | Raindrop Cake (Food Fantasy) Characters: Liúshuǐ Sùmiàn | Nagashi Somen (Food Fantasy), Shuǐ Xìnxuán Bǐng | Raindrop Cake (Food Fantasy), Bonito Rice's Cats Additional Tags: can be pre-slash if you want it to be, acquired disability, brief appearances by bonito rice and sakuramochi, mentions of some of the others in their group, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Reunions Summary:

With all the years that have passed, the village looks worse, now. It is too early in the year for the trees to be blossoming yet, their skeletal shadows looming over the ruins. Very little remains standing, though some of it bears the scars of an attempted repair. The graves for the people lay beside their homes, and it is all Nagashi Somen can do to shudder.

He walks deeper in to the ruined village, stepping carefully over the evidence of rot and decay. Long ago he knew these route, and he knows them still; it is not far to his former Master’s home.

The door is barred, the windows too. Some of the wood has been smashed through, and when Nagashi Somen peers through the window he can see that nothing of value remains. Not even the remains of an umbrella.

He never should have come here.

[sixteen-stars]

Me, writing: Here we go, time to get to the smut- No! These characters have had alcohol! They need to drink some water and go to sleep! Then have a cute morning where they make breakfast together, then they can have sex

And this is how a oneshot turns into a three chapter fic

[easily-overlooked]

I think I wrote one sentence yesterday, it was a craptastic day due to a lack of wifi and hormones. Today, I feel like I've done barely any writing but I'm just under 12.4 k so yeah! And I cooked! I made korean vegetable pancake, dandelion salad, smashed cucumber salad, gochujang beef and mixed vegetables and breakfast foods! :D