#and french fries of course but that’s a given

[mars-ipan]

“americans have no culture” false. the things i do with sauces and condiments are a purely american atrocity

[somewhereincairparavel]

Percy this. Percy that. It was always about Percy Jackson. All the fucking time. 

It was always about the Hero of Olympus, the one who defeated Kronos and led the battle of Manhattan, the one who was offered immortality by the king of the gods himself, the one who restored glory to Rome by returning the golden eagle, the one who became praetor of the Roman camp in 2 weeks with limited training. 

His Roman camp. Jason Grace's Roman camp.

Percy Jackson had pulled off everything in 2 weeks that Jason Grace wasn't able to accomplish despite dedicating his whole life for duty. 11 years of blood, sweat and tears, simply gone down the drain.

Jason had failed his camp. He had failed his home. Turns out, he wasn't as great as the people of Rome had once preached about him. It was obvious considering the less than warm welcome he had gotten from his so-called “home”. 

He received no hugs, no cheers, no “we missed you jason!”, no “I was so worried about you!” or even a single pat on the arm by his “friend” Dakota. Dakota and Gwendolyn hadn't even spared a glance at him.

Nothing. Instead, this new Jackson boy was held up to worship like a god amongst the people who once considered Jason a “hero”.

Jason laughed bitterly. Was it selfish of him to be disappointed with Reyna? With a pang, he got to know that Reyna hadn't sent a single search party out to look for her “best friend”. Not like Annabeth did for Percy, not like Thalia did for Percy.

With a pang, he got to know that the whole camp basically deemed him as ‘dead’ and Reyna hadn't even set up a memorial of remembrance for him. The camp had simply moved on with their new hero. Without a single shred of thought for Jason Grace. 

The forgotten Hero. The lost hero. Jason Grace.

These thoughts of doubt gnawed on Jason's mind, slowly eating him up ever since he'd first seen Percy Jackson in those damned praetor togas that once belonged to him. 

He didn't dislike the boy, of course not, it wasn't Percy's fault that Hera wiped their memories or switched camps.

 But it was hard for Jason to not resent him, or feel even the tiniest amount of envy, knowing that Reyna willingly replaced him with Jackson. Very quickly too, at that. He overheard Octavian blabbing to his lackeys about how Reyna “was head over heels for Percy almost immediately” 

“I guess that's it. Maybe I am someone who is easy to replace.” Jason thought, his eyes pricking as he looked over from the flying ship, at the place he once used to call home. 

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Jason watched remorsefully as Thalia, Grover, Percy and Annabeth were all gathered at the table in camp half blood, cracking jokes about dam french fries or whatever that meant.

Thalia caught Jason's eyes, staring at all of them from a distance. She smiled softly, and gave him a tiny wave. He weaved his lips into something that was meant to look like a wry smile, but it came out as a slight grimace, as he waved back.

Thalia was so close to Jason, yet so far away.

He knew she loved him, but it felt different. And an annoying, nagging part of Jason had known that Thalia would never be as close to him as she was to Annabeth or Percy. 

Ironic isn't it? Jason and Thalia were always connected since they came from the same womb, yet she was closer to Annabeth, a girl she'd found after she had run away from the same woman that had given Jason to the wolves. The same woman who had turned his life upside down by abandoning him. 

Thalia had found Annabeth right after she thought she had lost Jason. In a strangely ironic way, Jason felt like he'd been replaced all over again.

Thalia had replaced Jason as a younger sibling with Annabeth without even realizing it, all of this took place mere months after a baby Jason was considered to be dead. This situation had strangely reminded him of Camp Jupiter, how he was replaced by Percy right after Jason was considered “dead” by Camp Jupiter.

This made Jason reach the possibility that if he were indeed “dead”, he wouldn't be missed. People wouldn't bat an eyelash. Since there was always someone better than him. Someone like Percy Jackson, who could easily fill the void Jason would leave behind.

His eyes watered, as he looked at how much fun his sister had with his friends. Knowing full well, that he'd never be able to do the same.

Jason felt ashamed that he had to ask Percy about Thalia’s likes and dislikes, he was thalia’s brother. He was supposed to know.

Jason watched as Thalia quickly hugged the trio, as she left their table to leave with the hunters, not even realizing that there was one person whom she forgot to hug.

Don't take it personally. Don't take it personally. She just forgot. She doesn't hate you. She just forgot. She doesn't prefer Percy over you. She's in a hurry. That's why she forgot. Jason repeated that like a mantra, the only person he was trying to convince was himself.

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“And he rejected immortality!- oh you should've seen Zeus' face!” Annabeth exclaimed to Hazel excitedly, as Percy was blushing at the compliment fountain being poured at him by Hazel and Annabeth.

Jason had always been fascinated by that story, the almighty Percy Jackson getting offered to become a god, by Zeus.

His father. Jason's father, Zeus. 

Jason felt stupid and guilty for getting envious, it's not the fact that Percy had been offered immortality, no. Jason couldn't care less about being immortal. It was the person who offered Percy invincibility that bothered Jason so much. 

Jason knew that even if he went to the ends of the world to accomplish something, his father wouldn't be able to praise him or even talk to him for a long time. 

Zeus and Jason could never be like Hades and Nico, or Poseidon and Percy. That's just how it is.

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Reyna had come to camp half blood for a fun visit. Jason would've been ecstatic in other circumstances, but in this case, he wanted to be as far away from her as possible. Because currently, Reyna seemed to be looking at everyone, but refused to meet Jason's eyes. She seemed to keep her distance as she laughed at something Percy and Piper were saying. 

She may as well have just stabbed him, it would've hurt a lot less. 

He had truly been naive to believe that he could make amends with Reyna. Now he knew, it would never be possible. There was too much pain mixed with bitterness on both ends. But seeing her get along with Percy reminded him of the old times of friendship he and Reyna had shared. Keyword: had.

Once again, the fates had shown him that Percy Jackson would always be better. 

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As Jason Grace lay on the cold floor, coughing out blood. He realized he was alone, he was dying, but he was alone.

Like always. The sickly voice of Gaia, that had once haunted his nightmares, boomed in his head. Jason knew he was hallucinating as a result of blood loss, Gaia is in deep slumber. But that did not stop the voice in his head that was invented by his insecurities. Even in the end, you've been forgotten, Jason Grace. Because that's what you will always be. The second best. The leftover. The pawn who is discarded, after his purpose has been fulfilled. Percy Jackson would always be better in everyone's eyes. 

To the Romans, you are simply the one who betrayed his lineage. But Percy is the one who restored glory. He did your job for you.

To the Greeks, you are simply a burden, one whom they were forced to welcome.

To your father, you are merely one of his many sons. 

To your sister, you are a stranger.

Jason's resolve to live had weakened, hot tears were streaming down his face as he closed his eyes in defeat, he had come to the painful conclusion that nobody is going to come find his body. Nobody is going to mourn him.

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“Oh I will always be much better than you at this! Bring it on, dude!” Percy laughed as he striked his play sword lightsaber at Jason's. They clashed. 

“You wish, Jackson!” Jason shot back jokingly, as they sparred playfully with toy lightsabers.

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“Jackson, you jerk. You were right after all, you will always be much better than me” Jason laughed bitterly, as he recalled that memory of his sparring session with Percy.

 Suddenly everything went black. The life had successfully ebbed out of him.

Little did Jason know, was that someone had indeed come to look for him. Tempest, his Pegasus had come to retrieve his body, but Jason was long gone. People had indeed mourned him. His friends were, indeed, anguished. His sister was, indeed, heartbroken.

Jason's soul parted this world, with the knowledge that he'd always be The forgotten Hero. 

The lost hero. Jason Grace.

[onceonafullmoon]

French Fries

Itoshi Sae x GN!Reader

Comfort Angst, Reader has depression, bed rotting behaviors, desciptions of food if you're sensitive to that thing, one slightly suggestive comment but it's just banter, Reader and Sae aren't dating atp but they have chemistry

“Jeez, you’re like a human garbage disposal.” Sae remarks. “Do you talk to all your loved ones like that?” “Me talking to you in general is a miracle.”

It’s getting worse again.

You could feel it building up in these past months, that looming sense that something was going to happen, but you elected to ignore it wholly, placing belief that your meds surely wouldn’t fail you this time, right?

Wrong.

Well, you supposed you only had yourself to blame, (although blame was something you were realizing that you were all to familiar with, and if you were a bit more lucid you’d contemplate how your willingness to find fault in yourself so easily was only more of a detriment) for relying on newly prescribed medication solely instead of reaching out for a therapist like you were meaning to do.

But either way, whomever was to blame, either you or your psychiatrist, it didn’t change the fact that your apartment is a cluttered mess and you haven’t gotten out of bed for a considerable amount of time, doing nothing but staring listlessly at the wall.

It’s hard to describe exactly what getting worse feels like, but if you had to take your own stab at it you'd describe it as something like an endothermic reaction.

Something that saps away all your heat, your drive, your determination, and leaves you feeling… cold, like a sudden frost of winter almost.

Of course, cold isn’t really the way to describe it either, the most common words you’ve seen thrown around being “empty, nothingness, hollow” and those fit rather well too, but you preferred to think of it in terms of a chemical reaction.

It was fitting in a sense, because much like a chemical reaction, you weren’t ever the same as you were from the beginning, almost always just a little worse for wear after each period of despair. 

It’s around this time when you’re debating metaphors for your mental illness when you feel your phone vibrate on your bed.

Huh. That’s a first.

Well, you’re curious enough to take a peak, though it’s most likely just some dumb notification from a social media app you’ve neglected to look at even during your period of lengthy doom scrolling (fuck you Snapchat, you’re not an interesting app), but after you look at the time displayed on the screen (1:00 am, nice)  you find yourself pleasantly surprised when you realize it’s a text message.

Pookie: are you ok

Normally the stupid contact name you put him under would be enough to make you crack a smile whenever he texted, but you can’t really bring yourself to do much else but stare at your phone blankly.

Sae was never one to text first, in fact, a quick scroll through your messages would show it was usually you who would pester him with asinine questions about hypothetical scenarios, TikToks or general ramblings about your day, with him giving out one word responses (dry texter) or often ignoring you (which was fair you supposed). 

So, it was strange to see his text expressing concern for you, especially at this time of night.

Of course, Sae knew about your issues, you were never one to shy away from the truth and easily answered him about your meds when he asked about them that time he came over, but you don’t think he had any reason to suspect you of having an episode.

You think for a bit, running through your mind of any possible reasons you could have given him to worry and find that you can’t really place anything other than the fact that you’d been withdrawing a bit from texting and hanging out with him a bit more, which, to his knowledge could be for any sort of reason.

You furrow your brow a bit before turning your attention back to your phone and typing out a quick response of  “tbh, not really, but that’s life lol” before dropping your phone back on your bed and going back to stare at the wall.

He doesn’t respond, but you’re not really too surprised (though if you had the capacity for it you’d be slightly miffed), and you find yourself dozing off into a light sleep.

You probably would have actually fallen asleep if it weren’t for the sound of pounding at your front door, and you feel yourself sigh in annoyance before groggily getting up out of bed.

Damn it all, you couldn’t even sleep to escape the void.

Still you get over yourself and make your way to the door, looking through the peephole tiredly before freezing in place.

You’re not sure if you’re more surprised that Sae is at your front door or if you’re more surprised to see him with a greasy paper bag of fast food in his hands.

Blinking out of your stupor, you regain your senses and unlock the door for him, distantly remarking about how strange it must seem for a celebrity to be at your door with a bag of Mcdonalds in your mind.

You open the door to tell him how ridiculous this scenario seems, only to let out a small noise of surprise as he shoves the bag in your hands.

“You look like shit.” He says, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at his blunt assessment.

“I feel like shit.” You respond, before looking down into the bag, taking in its contents.

“You got fries?” You can’t help the smile that pulls on your lips. “But you hate fries.”

He just looks at you with that same unreadable look he always has, the one that only you seem to be able to understand. “But you don’t.”

“I don’t.” You say, a feeling of happiness blooming within you despite everything, and step aside for him to enter your messy apartment.

You should feel a sense of embarrassment at the idea of letting him see you at your worst, with your undone laundry and your unwashed dishes and your messy countertops, but you’ve never once felt the need to pretend with Sae.

“Make yourself at home wherever you can.” You say, motioning to the couch overcrowded with laundry. “I wasn’t expecting guests, you know.”

“Clearly.” He says, but his voice holds no judgment.

“You're at fault for dropping in uninvited.” You say in a relatively cheerful voice, betraying your happiness despite his seemingly uncouth behavior. 

He doesn’t respond snatches the bag from your hands, dumping its contents onto the small coffee table that currently is the only clear space available in the mess that is your apartment before gently pushing away the laundry that lies on the couch to make room for himself.

“...are you going to scold me or eat?” He eventually asks after settling in.

“There’s no reason I can’t do both.” You say in a joking tone.

You push aside your pile of laundry and sit down next to him, your stomach rumbling when the scent of fried food hits your nose. It wasn’t too surprising, after all, you had forgotten to eat in your rotting phase. 

“Have I ever told you that I love you?” You say, reaching for a wrapped sandwich.

“Only when I do things for you.” Comes his dry response, and you give him a sheepish smile before taking a bite of the sandwich, momentarily praising the salty and savory taste.

It’s like you forgot how hungry you were until you had a bite of food, and with an alarming speed the sandwich quickly disappears into nothing.

“Jeez, you’re like a human garbage disposal.” Sae remarks.

“Do you talk to all your loved ones like that?”

“Me talking to you in general is a miracle.”

You scoff and put your hand over your heart in an overexaggerated manner, feigning an imaginary wound from his callous and barbed words that were clearly much too painful to bear.

“You’re cruel.” You say, before reaching for the carton of fries and holding it up to him. “Care for a fry?”

It’s mostly said in jest, after all, you’ve been on the receiving end of a lecture of how disgustingly fatty and unhealthy those “diabetes on sticks” are, but he surprises you by taking one without a word and popping it into his mouth.

You blink, staring at him as if he’s grown a second head.

“Are you okay?” You ask, echoing his text from before.

He rolls his eyes. “Contrary to popular belief, I don’t hate how fries taste, they’re just awful for your diet.”

“So why are you breaking your sacred oath?” You ask, shoving a few fries in your mouth after you speak.

“Peer pressure.”

You furrow your brows at him, but don’t immediately respond, instead swallowing and shoving another handful of fries into your mouth (you’ve long held the belief that those like Sae who eat one fry at a time are actually sociopaths).

“I think you just like using me as a scapegoat for your bad decisions.” You say after another swallow.

“I think you should slow down so you don’t choke.”

“I can think of a few things I could choke on.” You respond reflexively to which you’re met with a blank stare.

“…sorry, it’s instinct at this point.” You say after a bit, to which he just sighs.

“You’re a moron.” He says, and you would have considered it rude in any other scenario where you didn’t know him as the guy who dropped everything to help you on a whim.

“Yeah, but I make up for it in other ways, such as my amazing personality.” You retort, stuffing another handful of fries in your mouth.

“It’s a shame that your “amazing personality” doesn’t account for basic table manners.”

You glower at him, chewing before swallowing.

“It’s a shame that your face is so pretty but your attitude is so shit.”

You can see a hint of a smile on his face at your snappish comeback, his teal eyes glinting with slight amusement and you blink, feeling slightly startled as your heart stutters in your chest.

Weird. 

You’ll unpack that later, perhaps on a day where you don’t feel like complete ass.

“Anyway, what gave you the idea to invite yourself over? Not that I mind, obviously.” You ask, partly out of curiosity and partly to distract yourself.

Sae shifts a bit in his seat, and you catch yourself admiring the sight of his forearms for a second before you snap yourself out of it.

“...you haven’t been reaching out as much, and I missed the background noise.”

You look at him, really look at him for a second, and fight the urge to either laugh at him or throw a pillow at him.

It was so stupidly cute, how he’d do anything but actually verbally admit that some part of him cared.

“You are such a loser.” You end up saying instead, with a stupidly fond smile on your face that you’d definitely be more embarrassed by if you weren’t already above shame.

“And you’re a mess.” Sae counters easily, sticking another fry into his mouth, and it somehow still takes you by surprise.

“Yeah, I’ll take that.” You say with a surprising amount of grace for someone dressed in pajamas and adorned with the world's worst bed head. “But only for today.”

He says nothing at that and proceeds to follow your lead and stuff the rest of the fries into his mouth, and at this point you wonder if you’ve managed to transfer your mental illness to him somehow through the air.

“You can’t blame that on peer pressure.” You say defensively, crossing your hands over your chest as he swallows his food.

“I’m not blaming it on peer pressure.” 

“Then what’s your excuse this time?”

“I’ll say it’s learned observation.”

“Don’t use my psychology knowledge that I’ve rambled to you about against me, it makes me want to kiss you.” You joke.

You expect him to roll his eyes at you and insult you, but what you don’t expect is for him to raise a brow at you, a half smirk on his face and respond with a smooth and low toned, “Yeah?”

“...yeah.” You say after a bit, trying not to look like you just got hit with a bus before coughing and looking away.

“Anyway, thanks for stopping by… it meant a lot. I’ll probably clean up around here now if you need to go.” You speak up after a moment of silence.

“You’re an idiot.” He responds, and you blink at him, ready to ask what he’s talking about before he speaks up again. “What you’re going to do is go to your bathroom and clean up while I deal with the mess here.”

You pause for a moment, a rush of emotions surging up in you, a dash of self-loathing, a bit of embarrassment, a touch of happiness but mostly a rush of gratitude and adoration when you look back at him.

“...right.” You say, and a small smile pulls at your lips. “Have I ever told you that I love you?”

“Like I said before, only when I do things for you” Comes his blunt response and you laugh as you turn to go to the bathroom.

Yeah, you’re not sure how exactly you lucked out with Sae, but wherever or whatever he might be in the future, he’d always be a special person to you.

[stxneflxwers]

between just you & me.

⋯⁂ summary. this is a birthday fic~

⋯⁂ a/n. as said in summary, this is a birthday fic. well, a belated birthday fic. for me. teehee. my birthday was on the 26th but whatever i can be late to my own birthday :D. btw i refuse to proof-read this. lol rip. this fic feels like an utter mess but whatever. this took forever to coherently come up with anyway. lol, lmao...

⋯⁂ characters. aventurine. gn reader.

⋯⁂ cw. all lowercase. fluffy-ish, teensy bit of hurt/comfort. eating (milkshakes and fries bc YUM). physical affection. reader heavily based on me cuz...it's...my birthday? don't like don't read ig. reader takes unspecified type(s) of medications. aventurine and reader struggling with disordered eating and/or small appetites.

"happy, happy birthday~"

you heard a familiar chirp in your ear as you were still resting in bed. sure, you're sleeping in, but there's nothing wrong with that on your own birthday, right?

it's your boyfriend. he leans over you, all with a huge yet genuine grin on his handsome face. and, of course, holding a bag of your usual meal choice and your favorite milkshake from a delightful little old-fashioned restaurant that you hold in high regard.

you're about to scold him for breaking in again, and then you remember just in time that you had recently given him a spare key to your apartment. you sigh softly, relieved to know he didn't break in.

"...birthday?" you then ask, your bleary eyes and sleepy mind not quite there just yet.

yes, you very much forgot that it's your birthday. but, in your defense, you just woke up.

"yes, darling dearest, it's your birthday. i figured i'd get you a little treat to start off the day just right," aventurine coos as he takes a seat on the edge of your plush bed, right next to you. "want me to feed you~?" he teases.

"oh my god, no–" you fluster, a pout forming on your bottom lip and in your brows.

"heh," the sly gambler chuckles breathily, "alright, alright. you can feed yourself. i trust you're capable?" he laughs heartily when you (very weakly) punch his bicep.

"what a way to start my day – getting sassed by my own darling boyfriend first thing." you playfully roll your eyes, a wry smirk on your lips.

you slowly sit up against the headboard of your bed, letting your limbs stretch far and wide as you yawn. he thinks you look like an adorable kitty like this, and he's quickly overcome with the desire to cover your face in little kisses. but, almost out of instinct, he holds back on his affections. for now.

he hands over your bag of food and over-the-top milkshake, tenderly smiling at how your eyes light up at the sight.

"thank you so much, vasha," you murmur and lean over to press a chaste kiss to his cheek, he nearly blushes, "it really is a great way to start my morning, regardless of your sassing." you smirk, sounding far more confident when you give him a verbal jab to his side.

"no problem. i'm more than happy to indulge your cravings whenever." he hesitates, his hand stuttering mid-air, but he ultimately rubs your head a little.

"hmhm, good boy," you grin when he blushes faintly at the praise, "...do you want some?" you offer, picking out a french fry and holding it out to him.

he hesitates. almost visibly tensing up at the offer.

before he can reject the offer, you comfort him, "i don't mind, really. besides... i can hardly eat all of this myself. not to mention, did you even eat this morning–"

"did you take your meds last night?" he immediately retorts, interjecting. he loves you, but damn, he's concerned too, you know?

he had noticed that you missed your yesterday's evening medications as he passed through the bedroom to deliver your meal. he sighed when he noticed.

"i–" you sputter, "...is that why i'm feeling so weird right now?" you stare down at the crispy fry in your hand, eyes narrowing.

he snorts lightly, "probably." he jumps up to his feet, walking over to your desk to grab the circular medication container that's ordered by each day of the week. how convenient!

once you take your meds, you tentatively munch on your delightful food and milkshake. you wish you could share with him without him getting so evasive, even though you can strongly relate to his...aversions.

when he notices your slow, small bites, he frowns a little, "...you alright, sweetheart?"

you're quiet for a long moment. you two can barely lie to each other's faces. you know each other too well because you both experience similar emotions and thoughts – practically two peas in a pod.

"uhm..." you fluster, "oh, you know me... it's hard eating around others..." you sigh.

"do you want me to leave–"

"no! please, stay," you pout, grabbing his sleeve before he can leave, "you don't have to eat any, but please don't leave me alone too much today...?" you whisper, eyes darting away from his knowing stare.

"i promise i won't leave you today. at all." he quickly sits down next to you, allowing a tender smile that's reserved only for you to form on his face.

"thank you." you sigh in relief.

you two continue to chat, the subjects of conversation varying greatly – bouncing from topic to topic. at some point, he holds out his hand to request a fry, even though the tremble is obvious.

he wants to try as many times as possible, all for you.

and you'll gladly support him each step of the way.

[sunshine-zenith]

So, um, I guess that awkward dinner between the Wellses and the Fairywinkle-Cosmas is more likely to happen now

Angela and Marcus: so, Peri, what is it you do for work?

Peri, who spent the last three nights sleeping on his parents' couch: well I *starts sobbing into the homemade french fries*

In all seriousness I have so many thoughts about this episode and that scene and these two and Imma use this ask to get them out. Spoilers below

So like, we all saw this coming, right? Dev has never treated Peri all that well and Peri became frustrated with him two seconds in. I sincerely hope Peri stays Dev's godparent because they are such a fun duo with so much potential, but wow they were both screwed over when they got assigned each other. A lot of people have pointed this out, but it really isn't fair that Peri got assigned a hard case for his first godchild. He should've been given someone like Hazel or maybe even like Chester from the original series -- a kid that needs someone for emotional support, of course, but is also arguably well adjusted otherwise. Dec, meanwhile, does not need wish fulfillment -- he's rich, wishing for the "perfect cupcake" won't make him happy when he can just as easily have his robot au-pairs doordash him some cupcakes. He needs a therapist, and to be removed from the harmful situation he's in (IE the neglectful, emotionally stunted, and emotionally abusive father)

Part of why Dev wishing Peri away is so sad is because Peri is actually trying. I don't think he dislikes Dev, even if he's out of his depths dealing with him -- he looks overjoyed and relived when he hugs Dev in the Fairy World episode, and once it becomes clear Dev's birthday was a bust, he offers to do what he can to make it better.

The other reason why its so sad is because Dev can't accept that Peri is trying. He's a miserable child who's never had anyone even try to to teach him emotional regulation. He's understandably hurt and pissed off and probably freaked out when he finds his fathers "secret evil lair," and so he lashes out before anyone can explain things to him. He also probably lashes out because he doesn't know how to handle friendship and support (which Hazel and Peri were offering) and even if he did, they aren't the ones he wants it from, Dale is (they're also safer options for him to lash out at that Dale. Hazel has been kind and forgiving, and Peri is magically bound to try and make Dev happy. He knows on some level that they won't hurt him, and so he knows that they won't hurt him back)

And, well, maybe controversial opinion, but Cosmo and Wanda probably contributed a little to things falling apart slightly. Peri had problems with Dev before he knew his parents were around, but his parents definitely add to his frustration -- they treat him like a little kid, undermine his authority, and probably add to the tension he feels, while also being two people he wants to impress. He spent the beginning of O:BT clearly disengaged with things while Cosmo, Wanda, and Hazel greet Dev, before he whisks them away to show off his new digs. He's such a delightful and relatable take on a young adult who's low contact with their parents while also clearly loving them and wanting to make them proud (He turned off his equivalent of Find My iPhone and was terrified of them finding out about him becoming a godparent, but he also specifically calls godparenting "the family business," choosing it over what would've likely been a more lucrative career with the Tooth Fairy)

(Plus like, Dev constantly being around a set of parents who love their kid while his father is more loving to his boots that his own child has gotta suck)

That said, I don't think Cosmo and Wanda are at fault -- they need to learn boundaries and to come to terms with the fact that their baby isn't a baby anymore, but otherwise, they're loving and supportive. They're more experienced that Peri and could probably give him genuine guidance. They just gotta step back and let Peri do his thing, grow his confidence and learn from his mistakes (which he is making and will continue to make -- he's new, to both godparenting and likely to childcare in general. Plus, even though the show hasn't explored it -- yet -- Peri likely has a unique perspective on godparenting given that he was born to a set of active godparents and raised alongside their human godkid as siblings).

Dev and Peri as a duo are a delight because of how messy they are -- the traumatized iPad kid who's honestly an asshole but an asshole for a reason, and the underprepared and underestimated grown up Baby Of The Family, both of who have family issues that almost clash in how different -- but valid -- those issues are

...Returning to the original point, I wanna see both of them interact with Angela and Marcus, if only to see how they interact with a set of reasonable parents who respect their children as individuals and have largely positive relationships with them

(lastly, really quick, I wanna shout myself out for a moment here for making a comic about the Sad Rich Kid Rival of Cosmo and Wanda's godkid being upset about the whole two fairies vs one fairy thing months before ANW aired. I got the kids in question wrong but I was right in guessing someone would think it was unfair)

[lovelytsunoda]

the end of an era (and the start of a new one) (iv) // platonic! mercedes amg

summary: toto gives y/n the final verdict on her future with mercedes amg, and the results are better than she ever could have imagined.

pairing: platonic! mercedes amg petronas x female reader

warnings: this is actually the first installment of the series that doesn’t have any wow look at that-

author's note: here's a quick little chapter checking up on baby merc! this may seem like the end, but i promise it's not. im going to try my hardest to continue baby merc's story <3

the bowling alley was loud, and y/n had already broken a nail twice.

not that she minded, because for all she knew, this could be the last team outing that she was ever invited on. her field placement was coming to a close, and toto had never given her a final answer on where she was going next.

or if she was going anywhere at all. in a perfect world, she'd be staying with these people that she now called family. in the real world, life wasn't that simple.

but she could hope.

"george, you slimy cheating bastard!" she laughed, watching the briton score another strike. "come on, there's no way you're winning with that strong a lead."

"read it and weep, baby merc!" george laughed, taking a dramatic bow.

bowling had been lewis' idea. typically, taking the team bowling was something he did in japan. but with all the people leaving mercedes at the end of this season, he wanted to make sure they all got to be included in the team bonding ritual.

"every day you surprise me more and more." peter bonnington chuckled. "y/n, it's your go!"

"how am i supposed to match up to mr. posh spice over there?" she laughed, pointing at george before walking over to the ball machine. "i sacrificed a wonderful home manicure for this."

she bowled, taking half the pins out in one go, and all but two in the second. bowling had never been her strong suit, and normally she would have complained. but she found that her friendship with the team had grown and fostered so much that they could make even cleaning a bathroom a more enjoyable task.

she'd be really upset if she needed to let them go, that's for sure.

games finished (george had won, of course), the team sat around a big metal table (she felt like a character in a john hughes movie, but without the romantic interest. olli had texted her a few times since the holiday party, but she had continued to shoot him down), baskets of french fries, chicken tenders and a large salad for lewis in front of them.

it was bittersweet, with so many people leaving the team, and toto was the first to say so when he got up to give a speech.

"it's been a long season. the car was shit, but we made it work. we're also losing some valued members of this team. angela. nyck. james. you will forever be remembered, and know that you always have a home at mercedes if you want it."

the table started clapping as toto finished. y/n was going to miss nyck, but he'd still be around. just at a different team. she'd miss angela, but the physiotherapist would always be one phone call away if she needed her.

the three in question sat on one side of the table, teary eyed and grateful for the send-off.

"additionally, we have some new faces joining us for 2023 that i am very excited for you to meet." toto grinned. "i'd like to welcome our new reserve driver, mick schumacher."

next to y/n, mick blushed, trying to hide as the table cheererd for him, a tina turner song playing over the stereo as y/n laughed, pulling him in for a side hug.

"and, this comes as no surprise to any of us, on behalf of the mercedes amg petronas f1 team, i would like to formally offer our new intern, y/n y/l/n a permanent spot on the team for the 2023 and 2024 seasons. if you'll have us."

if the cheers for mick were loud, the cheers for y/n were louder. she was frozen, halfway to tears before she snapped out of it, lewis' hand on her shoulder as he congratulated her.

"we knew you could do it."

"thanks, lew." she beamed, giving the world champion a proper hug. "i love you guys. tahnks for letting me stay."

"don't thank us." nyck laughed. "thank toto. he's the one who made the final decision. but it was a no-brainer. you were going to stay anyways."

getting out of her chair, y/n crossed the table to throw her arms around toto wolff. the man was shocked at first, but eased into it, wrapping the younger girl in his arms.

"thank you, toto."

"welcome to the family, y/n." toto laughed. "we're lucky to have you."

and that's when she knew she found it. the family that she had always been looking for.

and she knew that she was going to be okay. for real, this time.

because true family are the friends that you make along the way.

[just-antithings]

I want to point out the irony of an anti

there’s this new ecchi anime called “plus sized elf” which, as you can guess from the title, is about a plus sized elf

the anime is about an elf girl who traveled to the human world because she was fed up about eating raw ingredients in the elf world and gained too much weight because she couldn’t resist snacking on French fries, which meant she couldn’t go home as she had to be the same weight she was when she entered the human world

now there’s an anti who really has a thing for chubby characters, mainly girls. That in itself isn’t a problem, it’s just that they put themselves on a pedestal and seem to think their art is hot shit and they look down on people with unusual (but harmless) kinks and overall hate the existence of anything made under r34.

this person, of course, drew that elf girl before the anime aired, and only because she’s chubby. But the anime jokes about her weight more than often, right at the beginning her shirt was torn off because of her weight, it focuses on her bottom and boobs (and they are huge), she moans while being given a massage, and while she manages to lose weight, she instantly regains it at the end with the argument “since it’s possible to lose weight, I don’t have to stop eating French fries!”

this anime is probably right up that anti’s alley, except they’re now denying ever having shown interest in the anime/the female characters (who are all plus sized) and of course they don’t have a plus size kink/interest, that’s a thing only dirty “freaks” have

[starrydaycare]

CG Nexus!!! CG Nexus!!! CG Nexus!!! CG Nexus!! Yeah yeah yeah!!

AKJAAN NEXUS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES TO WRITE FORRRR

THIS IS A FUNKY REQUEST/pos

(Also I didn't know if you were just stating something, asking for a moodboard, or asking for headcanons. Soooo I made a moodboard AND headcanons (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠))

🌌Carvegiver!Nexus Headcanons!

🌕Nexus makes for a super fun caregiver! He's good with kids between 5-12, as well as younger teens, but is willing to take care of you regardless of your age range! He's not really okay with changing diapers or potty training, so keep that in mind. He'll try if you push it, but it's reaaally not his thing.

🌌He's more of a protective, fun older brother than anything. He'll get into mischief with you, pulling pranks on Dark Sun and anyone else, teasing others with you, and so on. And when you two get caught? You'll run, and he'll run with you, giggling on the way. If he has to, he'll take the fall for the two of you.

"No, Dark Sun. It was my idea; don't blame them! They're just a kid, it's my fault."

🌕He likes having you nearby, as he doesn't want to risk you getting hurt or anything. With the stuff they deal with on a regular basis? You're staying with him. Sit down, get comfy, here's a cookie 🍪

🌌He really likes playing video games, so if you're younger he'll sit you on his lap while he does so, making sure to watch his language around you. He'll explain everything that's age appropriate to you, showing you his game happily.

🌕If you're older, then he'll play multiplayer games with you! You'd sit in a blanket fort the two of you made together, controllers in both of your hands as you play Fortnite, Minecraft, Mario Kart, whatever. Snacks nearby, of course.

"You got it! Go, go, yes! Yes, Wait–No! Da-aaang it, they got me! You can do it; you've got this!"

🌌While he's working he'll explain to you what he's doing. Regressed, you maaay not understand it all. Or maybe you're a really smart baby/kiddo! Regardless, you like listening to him talk about his latest creation, excitement and happiness in his voice <3

🌕He'll show you all of his inventions, both current and past, if you show interest. He loves talking about his creations, even if it's to his kiddo. If anything, that makes it all the better. He loves sharing this with his kiddo, bonding over it with you!

"Yes! And this is a portal. Orrr... It's supposed to be. I'm not finished with it, yet."

🌌He's always willing to get you whatever you wish for. You're spoiled rotten, given anything and everything! He loves buying you stuff, so please let him. When I say anything and everything, I mean anything and everything. French Fries? Already in your tummy. A new toy? Check your toy box! A kingdom under your name? Alllll yours. Every single dimension? Yours <3

🌕He's pretty affectionate, believe it or not. Always ruffling your hair, carrying you around, giving you bear hugs, calling you names like "Buddy" and "Kiddo", gifting you stuff, making you stuff, ect,. Of course, if any of those things make you uncomfortable, then he'll stop. Making you uncomfortable is the last thing he wants to do.

🌌He's very protective, in fact, you're one of the most protected people to exist if you ask me. No one dares to bully or tease you rudely, push you, or even do so much as glare at you in a way that's not jokingly or affectionately.

🌕Overall, he's a really good caregiver! You're lucky to have him as a CG if you do.

🌌🌕💤

[thezombieprostitute]

Mace? and a kiss...passionately?

🥹

Thank you, so much, for your patience! This ended up being the first installment of Mace x DC's second arc for the Garbage Men AU.

Frayed

Summary: There are so many new things happening in your life that the only two things you can count on are your boyfriend, Mace, and that your life is almost always in danger. 

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used.

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: Implied violence, Talk of guns. Please let me know if I missed any!

Part 2

Series Masterlist

Mace hangs up the phone after Curtis tells him the news. He’d suspected Franco would be doing his own thing. After all, Wilford & Gilliam was crumbling from the lawsuits and they couldn’t afford to keep him paid, let alone under their thumb. At least there was one thing they could easily predict: he was targeting you. 

Even though Franco the Younger’s body had never been found, and never would be, he’d last been seen at your trial and the wrong people knew the Family was protecting you. Franco the Elder couldn’t do anything to the Garbage Men or their Family, but he could hurt you. As much as Jake had tried to hide your new job and address there was only so much he could do. It wasn’t likely Franco would find you, but it was still a possibility. And Mace was careful to do everything he could to help you hide. 

Part of that was dropping you off at work in the morning and picking you up in the evening. It wasn’t a long drive but he felt better keeping you out of the open air. He’d also helped you get some training with guns. You’d wanted a stun gun but you had to go through gun safety certification courses to get one. Mace had argued that practice with both wouldn’t be a bad thing. The giant brick of a stun gun was now safely secured in your purse, along with your license for it.

You and Mace had adopted the same check-in method as Curtis and Teach. It was nice to send and receive cute, loving text messages throughout the day. Especially when work was frustrating, which it often was. A text, heavy with heart emojis, from you has kept Mace from bashing a malfunctioning A/C unit. A pun from Mace made you laugh so hard you forgot what was angering you before reading it. 

By the end of your work day you are exhausted. You’ve been working on the machinery and helping admin with their terminology for grant proposals to get upgraded medical supplies. The work was tiring but at least it was also rewarding. Given the number of people the free clinic helped, you wonder if there should be at least one more in the area. Maybe you’ll bring it up with Mace or Teach. 

Mace’s work truck pulls up to the clinic and you enter the passenger seat. You smile at the bag of your favorite takeout.

“Working late I take it,” you comment.

“Unfortunately,” Mace nods. “But we got some suspicious activity from Franco and I wanted to make sure to relay it to you before going back to work.” You nod as you grab some comfort fries. Mace tells you about how they’ve confirmed Franco is stocking up on small arms munition. The current idea is that he’s going to be supplying a group to distract while he goes after his real target. 

“I know this is a lot,” Mace says. “But I also know you. The more information you have about a situation the better you’re able to process it.” 

You nod your thanks, your mind processing everything with the help of the french fries. “Thank you for that, by the way. You’re not trying to ‘protect’ me by withholding information. I’m really grateful for that.”

“Forewarned is forearmed, right?”

“I don’t know what my arms have to do with it,” you say innocently while giving him a grin.

He chuckles as he pulls the truck up to your apartment building. “If you need me before I get back you call me, okay?”

“Of course,” you say as you lean over the divider and kiss him on the cheek. You give him a wave as you enter the building. 

As soon as you’re out of sight Mace’s smile turns sad. He’s supposed to be making up for lost time but his work is getting in the way. The only solace he has is that work also keeps you safe. 

“I can’t thank you enough, Mr. Mace,” the resident says as Mace finishes up. “I feel kinda bad for calling you up for an emergency.”

“We’re looking at an upcoming heatwave and your A/C unit isn’t working,” Mace sums up. “Sounds like an emergency situation to me.”

“Thank you for seeing it like that,” she replies. “This has to be the best apartment complex I’ve ever lived in. And I’ve lived in a lot of them over the years.”

“I hear that a lot. I’m glad we can be so good for our residents.”

“Just promise me you’re keeping safe, Mr. Mace?”

“Always,” he affirms. 

“I’ve just been hearing such awful rumors from Mrs. Chen, at the corner-store?” Mace nods that he knows who she’s talking about and she continues. “She swears she’s been seeing more people in the area walking around with handguns. Whenever anyone asks they spout some ‘dangerous times’ nonsense. I mean, I know it’s not completely nonsense but still. It just feels like more guns equals more danger, you know?”

“That I do, ma’am.”

As Mace heads back to his truck and gets ready to go home to you, a thought hits him. He texts his idea to Curtis to see if there’s anything there. He’s not expecting an immediate answer so he focuses on getting back to you.

When Mace gets home he smiles at the sight before him. You’re on the couch, watching a show, wearing one of his favorite shirts and a pair of pajama shorts. You smile at him and sit up, holding out your arms, eager to hold him. 

As soon as he’s in reach, he grabs your arms, pulling you up, and gives you a most passionate kiss. It’s intense yet gentle in a way that makes your legs weak. His strong arms keep you pressed tight against his muscular chest and you manage to wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He moans in pleasure as you return his kiss with the same fervor. 

Unfortunately, you need air so you break the kiss, chuckling as his face follows yours, seeking more kissing. 

“What brought that on,” you ask.

“Missed you,” he mumbles. “And you look so damn beautiful.”

“You’re completely whipped, you know that?”

“And?”

“And I missed you, too,” you admit before you kiss again.

Part 2

Series Masterlist

Tagging everyone who had asked to be tagged in Sparks Fly. Please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the list.

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@chibijusstuff

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@jamneuromain

@jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory

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@texmexdarling

[bruhstation]

I'm interested in what the trains in your humanization prefer to eat (What if Henry loves apple charlottes?)

yes!!! eating is one of life’s biggest joys! always love talking and learning about food and watching people cook and eat and express their happiness, so this was a fun one to answer.

thomas a. billington: thomas needs something to chew or suckle on in the break room. think of any candy that your grandma would store on her detailed glass bowl. tootsie rolls, werther’s hard caramel candy, jolly ranchers… you get it. he doesn’t have any particulars when it comes to filling dishes and most of his diet consist of snacks and candies hence his thinner and shorter build.

edward pettigrew: he loves a good hot black tea with a side of rich tea biscuits or scones. he’s the guy who knows too much about tea. stomach ache? ginger tea. sleep aid? chamomile’s the way. for the more filling dishes, edward prefers light savory dishes with feta cheese involved. he’s really fond of fërgesë from his home country, but there’s no place on sodor that could make a mean one, so he settles with making it at his own home.

henry stanier: sliced apples! when he’s in a good mood, he’d shape them into little bunnies. he likes anything savory with a strong taste too, like his mother’s curry. henry loves a full course, hearty meal that tastes and feels good, and growing up, he’s always had a large appetite (fast metabolism). henry doesn’t like anything greasy or deep fried because it’ll make his stomach acid flare up. I had to look up what apple charlottes is, and yeah, I can tell you that henry would love it.

gordon j. gresley: gordon has a sweet tooth but he’s self conscious about it and has an image to uphold so he’ll tell anyone who’s making him coffee to make it black (he adds a packet of cream and sugar when nobody’s seeing) without anything added (his friends see right through him). his favorite dessert is orange float with a big scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. gordon also likes food that is usually eaten together with friends or family (something something lazy susan) like pork roast or kway teow or thick beef stew with mashed potatoes. big portions are necessary!

james a. hughes: sweet margarita is james’ favorite drink to have during outings with his friends. he also loves a good french onion soup, especially paired with croutons (do not make them too hard or he’ll riot!!). speaking of croutons, james loves fondue and he always fights over it with thomas. really, any food that looks good and makes him look well-off would be on his favorites list (please, james, why does most of these dishes involve alcohol in one way or another). he also likes sweet danish pastries.

percival “percy” avonside: he’s a simple man when it comes to food he likes. sandwiches are the way to go! carbohydrates, proteins, the tasty stuff — it’s all there! eggs benedict (he puts another english muffin on top so the sauce won't spill everywhere) is his most favorite since it makes him feel special and fancy. percy also loves good coffee, usually mixed with condensed milk or mocha, since he delivers the night mail train.

tobias “toby” holden: tiramisu is his favorite dessert and he prefers it made with more coffee content. he has helped out henrietta many times with making it to the point he’s has the process memorized. for savory dishes, he loves some good lasagna with extra beef content in the sauce. it’s gotta drench. really, toby loves his layered food huh

montague “duck” collett: he’s not picky when it comes to food given to him, so he just eats what any average joe would eat (eggs on toast for breakfast, sandwich for lunch, sausage with potatoes and peas for dinner). normal person food. duck makes sure he has his meal three times a day and follows the motto; “eat before you’re hungry, stop before you’re full.” also diesel made mango panna cotta once for him as a desperate token of apology and duck fell in love with it.

donald and douglas dunalastair: like thomas, they don’t really have much preference for filling meals. dessert, though? now that’s the stuff. donald loves cranachan so SO much he wishes he could eat it every day. douglas likes candies more instead of softer, silkier desserts, like black licorice or peppermint candy. they also eat only twice a day since they get full super quickly. amazing how so much strength for shoveling snow is stored behind their lanky bodies. they also drink irn bru

oliver t. swindon: oliver loves shepherd's pie because it’s practical. everything he needs is right there, fitting for someone who doesn’t like complicated things. as for the sweet stuff… even after forgetting some of his memories after his rescue, oliver remembers the feeling and taste of halo-halo on his tongue clearly, something he missed dearly.

giovanni vin diesel: diesel loves bruschetta. he puts some pepper flakes on top for that spice kick. he also loves sfincione, specifically the way his family would make it, but, like edward, nobody on sodor knows how to cook a decent one (too much sauce, too thick of a bread, or too soggy) which makes him a bit sad. diesel’s kind of picky when it comes to the meals he can consider “favorite” because he believes he’s the most qualified in the culinary field on sodor due to his upbringing.

mavis hawthorne: a slice of blackforest cake always makes her heart sing. not too heavy on the whipped cream, though, because she doesn’t like her desserts too sweet. she also likes baumkuchen. whenever toby cooks lasagna, he’d make another portion to give to mavis, which quickly became her favorite and something she looks forward to during lunch breaks.

rebecca nassif: rebecca likes snacking a lot. she finds joy in eating! she grew up surrounded by meals. like diesel, because of her upbringing, she’s always been an enthusiast of not only food, but culinary arts as a whole. she loves cold desserts that usually remind her of her old neighborhood like this pistachio kulfi that she would made when she was younger. rebecca also missed having knafeh and mafruka since moving to sodor (it’s been like... a week.)

nia e. wanjala: whenever nia feels like treating herself to something good, she’d make her own version of the gatsby sandwich at her house. she’s especially keen on the french fries and enjoys extra hot sauce with it. it’d take two meal times for her to finish it all. lately, nia’s also been enjoying pastries like chocolate muffins and bombolone (chocolate fillings are her favorite).

lady: as part of her mission to understand humanity and their intrapersonal relationships, lady developed an affinity to eating. she’d eat anything as long as it’s acceptable by human standards even though she doesn’t have to. lady wants to understand that people eat not only to survive but as a way to show their love and culture. isn’t the greatest blessing to be bestowed upon living things the ability to consume to their heart’s content? does her lack of mortal needs indicate her lack of personal desire? anyways her favorite foods are fish and chips with sweet mayonnaise on the side and soft serve vanilla ice cream.

diesel 10: his go-to is black coffee mixed with red bull (added with some other weird concoction if he feels like it). some scrambled eggs with a dash of hot sauce for breakfast. some fried bacon if he has some self respect for the day. some dried sardines if he wants to feel miserable. some baklava with extra syrup and pistachio if he wants to treat himself because the sound of the crunch eases his stress

[haruniki]

Valentine Day

CSM Edition (ft. Power, Kobeni, Asa, Makima, Himeno)

a/n: helllooo!! I apologize for my small hiatus, need a bit of mental break. I was having a bit of mental stress but I’m doing good enough to write now so I hope you enjoy!

CW: none, except for the inclusion of Makima and Himeno (i think they need to have the cw??)

Power

Totally forgot about this holiday

If you mention the holiday, Power will state that she’s above this silly holiday and that someone as great as herself doesn’t need to worry about such a meaningless holiday

Though her tune will change as you mention that you’ll just have to give her gifts to Denji

“Well, I suppose your offerings to the great Power could be accepted. As I am the only one great enough to receive such wonderful gifts.”

She grateful takes the gift and gloats to Denji about the wonderful offerings of your undying love.

Aki reminds her that she needs to give you something that way it’s not one sided. She of course makes a plan, a plan even better than her nobel prize plan

Power plans a dinner that she totally didn’t make Aki make and plans to have you sleepover so she can present you the best present in the world, herself. A gift that keeps on giving.

“I hope the tasty morsel that I most definitely made has been to your liking. I have also prepared a wonderful pillow fort so that you can lay in my arms, as well as hold Meowy.”

Kobeni

Planned months in advance

Every detail and every possible outcome, Koebni has planned. She wants to make this impressive, wants every moment to be wonderful. 

Tells you to get ready and that’ll she’ll pick up, she didn’t buy a new car for nothing.

Gets ready like 3 hours before the time she’s suppose to pick you up

Changes outfits way too much before settling one the first outfit she picked. And not to mention that she’s pretty sure her hair has been fried for overheating it from the curling and straighting iron, decisions were so hard to make sometimes

Kobeni first plan was to take you for dinner at a nice restaurant. Let’s you order whatever you want and makes small conversation. Next on her agenda is to go to the beach.

She’s always wanted to go walk by the water at night with someone. Walking hand in hand with you, listening to the waves, and maybe even making jokes.

Kobeni does have additionally stuff for you, and that of course is gifts!

Almost all the gifts she hands you are made by hand. From the card she gifted you to the choclates and paper flowers.

The last gift your given is a photo collage of different photos that you both have taken together through the months that you’ve been together

“uhhh.. I thought you would like this.. The photo collage of course. Uhhh...I really hope this day is great or well has gone great . I.... uhh.. really enjoyed today.”

Asa

Doesn’t really have anything plan

Asa doesn’t want to mess anything up, especially considering how unlucky she is

Though if you ask about it, she’ll offer to take you to get ice cream or maybe to a movie

She doesn’t really mind if you didn’t get her anything, she mostly enjoys your company.

If you decide you want to go somewhere with her, she’ll definitely get dressed up for it. 

Walks hand and hand with you, laughing lightly at the way you excited walk to a local ice cream shop

Geuinely enjoys being around you and is so happy that you also enjoy being around her.

“I know that it’s not really special, but I really like being around you. And I really hope that you also enjoy being around myself too.”

Makima

Doesn’t forget at all, like also had this planned beforehand

Asked you months ago what your ideal date was, what foods you’d like, drinks, desserts, and gifts.

Surprises you with a table set for two and a lovely dinner made by Makima herself.

Makima dressed in her best attire, with a lovely smell of some french perfume that she wears often on dates and when she knows you’ll be present

Pulls out your chair for you and pours you a glass of wine all while complimenting you.

Sits next to you so she can hold your hand, leaving small kisses against your skin every so often as you talk

After the meal she leads you to a room fully decorated with lights and sweet treats in the shape of hearts. Rose petals also litter the room and light music plays throughout the room.

“I thought I would take a different approach to celebrate this holiday. Get a little closer to each other, I would hate to lose your faith in me after all of our previous rendezvous being so glamorous.”

Himeno

Forgets about it but totally manages to play it off

Gets you a big bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates that she may or may not have stolen a few out of when you weren’t looking

Is excited to finally be able to celebrate this day with

Himeno is slightly more touchy and is excited when she manages to get you to sneak off for a few moments alone if you two have to work the day of

Flirts with you throughout the day

As a treat she buys you whatever you want. Shoes, clothes, meals, cute plushies, whatever you want you can have. 

Also, she doesn’t go drinking or drink anything at home. Himeno wants to be able to remember the day without blackouts.

“Hey, I know I’m not like the best girlfriend in the world, but I hope these gifts ain’t too bad? I thought flowers would be a nice touch, but I understand if you have to throw’em out because allergies.”

[uselessmicrowave]

Gasp! Your requests are open! I’m here to say I’m here…to request a matchup with the RiD2015 Decepticons!

I am a very quiet backseat kid, I would barely ever talk. But once you get to know me, I’m actually a very loud and rowdy gremlin. I am the one who would always start the trouble and slip away after a while to watch it happen and drinking apple juice. I’m about 5’9 in height, and currently everyone I meet is taller than me and that makes me really salty about it. My fragging knees look like they’ve been through years of torture because I’m a clumsy ass and keep slipping on wet puddles of water. I have dark black hair and my eyes are just plain brown, no green or anything. I have a ton of sarcasm, and I’m often really irritable whenever I wake up. I’m from China, and yes, of course I know Chinese, everyone always thinks I’m from the U.S.A or some shit. As you can see, I swear a lot, but it’s often unintentional. My voice sounds quite young and everyone thinks it belongs to a 15 year old, and somehow I actually have an okay singing voice. I long for the day I could play an electric guitar, but never find the time to. Oh wait, I forgot to tell you I’m a female-

I would always wear a t-shirt with a jacket, some black pants, and shoes that match my shirt when I’m always outside, but when I get back home, I’d just throw on my pajamas. I don’t really like going outside, but it’s kind of hard to chill out at your house when all your friends are extroverts and drag you out of the house to go somewhere. My likes are drawing, soft pillows, my bed, very upbeat music, playing online games, random soft plushies I’d find at a crappy store, being home alone, french fries, very cute but worthless figurines, horror movies, and books with vampires and ghosts. I wear a golden necklace around my neck, which was given to me by my mom, and I’m never taking it off ever.

I dislike being the center of attention, being stared at, being made fun of, and just failing in general. I prefer to work alone, but I’d always love if some close friends joined in and helped me.

I’m a daydreamer, so I’m always being distracted by random thoughts I’ve had all day and forget what I’m about to do, maybe this is the reason why I’m so forgetful. My Zodiac Sign is a Taurus, but I barely act like a stereotypical one. I’m classified as a theater kid, since I could be really loud and annoying if I wanted to, but I usually don’t show that side to anyone I don’t know. I’m suffering from ADHD and anxiety, but that ain’t stopping me from doing random shit. I’m a hoarder, I would just store my secret stash of random shit I’ve collected throughout the year and never tell anyone about it.

One of my pet peeves is that I hate it when people talk over me or just interrupt me when I’m talking. Like, imagine if you’re talking about a funny moment you had when you were a child, but one of your friends interrupt you in the middle of your story to tell their story, and now you’re stuck listening to your friend’s story even though you’ve already heard it a thousand times because they’ve already texted you the story and keep reminding you about it. Speaking from personal experience…

I hope I didn’t give you too much to work with. I don’t really care if you put more than one character, go wild if ya wish. STAY STRONG, MICRO!!!!

ah! hello! thank you for being patient with me, this did take longer than i expected to write out. i'll be matching you up with rid15 fracture!

He had been drawn to you from your quiet personality from the beginning, but when you open up to him and actually talk with him, your rambunctious nature slipping, he enjoys it much more than your usual silence. Fracture sees a lot of himself in you.

Poor Fracture, he feels as though he should be taking care of your body whenever you need it. If you do inform him of your ability to, you know, be self sufficient, he will deny it to the fullest. Why would your body be littered with scars if you could bandage them yourself?

He, much like you, also has a little 'crow collection,' full of random rocks and shiny pins that his minicons have brung him over the megacycles.

Fracture will always kind of do a cute little thing, where if there's a pause in a conversation he'll look to you to make sure he's not interrupting anything. He's such a sweetheart.

He'll try to keep you from being the center of the attention. You're his pretty thing, no one else should get to look at you.

[rainstormcolors]

32, 42, 44, and 47 for Mokuba, please!

Hello! Thank you for the ask! I’ll try to answer your second one later on, perhaps tomorrow.

32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh

This is a bit tricky to answer. I think Mokuba puts on a strong front, similar to his brother and yet also a different form, but both of them put on fronts. Yet Mokuba is friendlier and warmer and genuinely more social and flexible. He seems to enjoy being (and I wasn’t sure how else to put this) a smug little shit towards the people he feels have earned it – like busting the duelist who was trying to forcefully take more cards than earned at Battle City and sic’ing his brother on the guy or of course interrogating Diva in DSoD. I think he was enjoying himself.

42. 3 comfort items

We know it’s canon that Mokuba loves chocolate parfait. I’ve had at least one person tell me because of a story I wrote where Mokuba favors the beverage, they associate affogatos with Mokuba now so that seems like a good choice here as well. I feel like I want to say french fries as the last one… something “common” but tasty, and it’s not health food but it’s tasty, and kind of “childish” from a certain point of view but really many adults love french fries.

44. Their happiest memory

Mokuba’s had a lot of hardships. He clings to the photograph he placed within the twin lockets and I imagine he feels it’s a precious memory, although I think in ways his cherishing of that photo has eclipsed the actual reality and memory of when that photograph was taken. Of course Mokuba is still genuinely smiling in that photograph as well so I don’t mean to paint it in black-and-white terms. I think Mokuba was happy in that photograph, whereas Seto may have been putting on a strong front.

I think Mokuba was probably elated, even if exhausted, on the helicopter ride home from Duelist Kingdom. He and Seto were reunited, Seto wanted to save him, Seto listened to him, they were going home together, and I feel Mokuba might’ve been able to be friendly with the others within that helicopter during the ride and maybe that was also good for him. I think of how inside Alcatraz’s tower, Mokuba tells Seto that Yugi and the others kind of treated him like a friend at Duelist Kingdom. I think of how Mokuba must have felt that way during the ride home.

47. Their dream job

This is a somewhat tricky and sticky question. Kaiba Corporation has enmeshed both Seto and Mokuba, and I feel both of them would have severe difficulty letting it go. I feel Seto and Mokuba also communicate their bond through Kaiba Corporation – Seto struggles to know how to bond in other avenues and him trusting Mokuba with power in Kaiba Corporation is a complex and complicated thing. Both of them may fear Kaiba Corporation is their tie to each other given their struggles elsewhere. So at this point in his life, I don’t know if Mokuba could name another dream job. (Certainly Seto couldn’t.) I do think Mokuba may experiment with other things down the line with time.

Thank you again and I hope you have a nice night.

[moomstersnuffer]

Excuse my language and ranting before hand:

I hate every single fucking person who has hated on Taehyung in the past three-four days. I hate them all. He's done nothing but share wholesome moments and memories with ARMY and this is what he gets?! God, bless his heart for always treating ARMY so kindly and giving us his all. I'm ashamed of what this fandom has become. Hateful spiteful people who seem to have nothing better to do except spread this backlash against the very boys who have treated us with the utmost care and love for the past 11 years.

First it's the fucking Jikook shippers calling Taehyung names and accusing him of anything and everything under the sun, and now it's ARMY themselves assuming the worst from a simple photo of french fries?! The fuck is wrong with everyone?! Have you forgotten the person behind the camera? Have you forgotten that beautiful kindhearted soul who has given us so much love, more love than we deserve?

I wish I knew I was talking sense into everyone by saying all this but I know a random ARMY'S post on Tumblr won't do much. Never seems to do anything really. I just wish people would learn to stop and consider if what they're assuming is really logical or if it is or is not fueled by jealousy and greed(talking to the shippers here). Heck, I'm a shipper myself! Not the same ship, of course, but never, in my five years of experience in the fanbase, have I seen such hate from a ship group. It's absolutely insane and it makes me so fucking ashamed to be a part of a fanbase who hates on their idols like nobody’s business!

Can we even call ourselves ARMY anymore? I feel like we are not deserving of a title after all of this. I don't think we deserve a comeback from these boys either. They've given their blood, sweat, and tears to make us happy and we turn on them in an instant. What kind of a fan-idol relationship is that?!

I'm so proud of those who are trying so hard to turn the tables and support Taehyung. Gives me a little bit of hope at least.

Anyways, that's all I wanted to say. Had a lot of stuff to get off my chest before I go cry into my pillow. It really hurts to see the kind of hate, the sheer amount of hate being throw at Taehyung. I wish more people could see as well.

Goodnight, Tumblr.

[chefkevinashton]

Air Fryer Chocolate Cake with Nectarines

Since I was given a Landmann Fryton Barbecue in August 2023, I have been itching to try out the built-in air fryer.  Of course, being me, I couldn’t just air fry some French fries like a normal person, I had to make it more creative.  Once I decided on a chocolate cake, I concluded that I ought to serve it warm with chocolate sauce since I’d be baking it during a barbecue. It did take me 5…

[flamboyant-king]

Favorite foods? Yourself, your OCs; if given the opportunity to choose what to eat, what is being chosen? 🤌🥔

My favorite thing I look for is Teriyaki Chicken/Salmon. Love the sauce and I love Salmon. And I can't go wrong with Sinigang, it's hard for me to get that delicious soup, Dad just doesn't make em anymore. My favorite fruit is watermelon, because if you get the perfect one, its crunchy, sweet, and juicy. Also those ataulfo/champagne/whatever mangoes that you cut and scoop out with a spoon mm. My favorite desserts right now are Choux Vanille, a fancy vanilla bean cream puff, and the Lobster tail pastry, it's a crunchy super cream filled pastry. I love cream filled stuff mmm.

I don't know everyone's favorite food but of course I gotta force my own favorites onto them somehow, but all I got so far is:

Eli loves cheesecake and watermelon. Cammy adores donuts and cream puffs. Harvey misses Bistek and his dessert of choice is leche flan. Charlie craves hot dogs and can eat any white bread plain. Liam fancies shoestring french fries and brownies. Krav can't go wrong with pizza bagels and macarons. Banjo simply goes for a thick ribeye steak and popcorn with truffle salt. Joey hungers for that sopapilla cheesecake and a simple borger.