#and other delicious biscuits

[johaerys-writes]

In disasters AU, who do you think is the first one to start gaining additional weight in their middle age years(if they do)? And their/the other's reactions?

Thank you, and have a nice day🥰🥰

Oh my gosh I love that question so much thank you 😭😭🙏 Honestly I always love thinking of Achilles gaining weight as he grows older in any AU, whether that is a canon divergence AU where he gets to live and return to Phthia, or some other kind of AU where he doesn’t need to look or "be" a certain way anymore. Disasters is a little bit different because neither Achilles nor Patroclus need to have a specific physique, but I do like thinking of Achilles who feels more and more comfortable in his body and takes care of himself enough to have at least three meals of proper food every day and his diet doesn't consist of peanut butter, cereal, and cheese toasties anymore 🤣 So he might get a little squishy around his tummy and his thighs and his cheeks are a little fuller, and he's the happiest and healthiest he's ever been 💕

Patroclus is obsessed with those extra pounds and he just can’t stop touching and squeezing him LOL he loves his husband no matter what, but he's even more cuddle-able now and he just can’t resist him 🥰

[autobahnmp3]

pretty good day i gotta say

[expressionless-fr]

nah a lil treat

[calandrinon]

one of my bands respects my harmony vocals but is not yet sold on the idea that maybe we might look to the percussionist for keeping time and not the bandleader guitarist care vibrează tot la fel și în 3/4 indiferent de ce

the community group respects a well-laid-down beat but when it comes to letting me sing they are evenly split between "start packing up" and "start singing an entirely different song in russian"

(and neither of them would play the music i like)

i mean i know there's only one place in the world i will ever have anything higher than c-rank status, and i am lucky to have that, and i have made peace with it. really i have. it's just. it takes a while to cure, you know? and it will never cure if i keep picking at it. dar știi, dar știi

[babyleostuff]

gummy bears

𝜗𝜚 THEME: fluff, established relationship 𝜗𝜚 PAIRING: idol!seungcheol x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT: 603

SYNOPSIS: sometimes you find it concerning how well seungcheol knows you

natalia's note: just know that whenever cheol says "baby" it sounds like this "baby" (i died)

“here you go, baby.” 

seungcheol walked around the couch you were happily occupying, and set the bowl on the table in front of you. 

“you sure you don’t want more ramen?” he sat down next to you with a soft grunt, and immediately put an arm around you. “i can heat up some,” he said, as his other hand travelled to the scar on his leg.  

“i told you,” you sighed, and put your head on cheol’s shoulder, looking up at his big, brown eyes, “if i eat anything else, i’ll literally explode. you give me way too much food, choi seungcheol,” you smiled at him, and put your hand over his, covering his knee with your intertwined fingers. 

“one, don’t call me that. and two, if anything, i give you too little,” he bent his head a little to place a peck on your forehead, “need you to be strong and healthy.” 

you shook your head, and made yourself comfortable on the sofa, now with cheol by your side. it was one of those rare nights when your boyfriend didn’t have to be at work, so you made sure to use your time together to the fullest. first you went grocery shopping, which was always a fun chore when you were together, and decided to make ramen. so not only did you get to fool around in the kitchen but also eat something delicious. 

and now came the time for your favourite (more like cheol’s) part - cuddles. 

if you’d have to describe how your perfect day would look like, you’d describe it just like that. 

reaching for the remote, you noticed the bowl he placed on the table just a minute ago. “what’s that by the way?” you asked.

“your gummies,” he said, not tearing his eyes from the tv. your boyfriend took his job of finding a fitting movie for the night very seriously. 

“gummies?” 

“yeah, the gummy bears. i picked out the, um,” he said, squinting his eyes at the tv, “the yellow, and red ones. you like them the most so i figured i’d just pick them out for you,” he said as a matter of fact, as if your heart didn’t just skip three beats. 

you had this little habit of always picking up a snack after dinner. sometimes it was chocolate, another day it was your favourite biscuits, and sometimes it was gummy bears. you knew seungcheol was aware of your post-dinner routine, usually it was him who took it upon himself to restock your snack drawer whenever it got a tad empty (of course you never asked him to do that, and one day when you said you could do it on your own he just scoffed, and gave you a very unamused look). 

“thank you,” you muttered, suddenly too shy to say anything else. 

no matter how many times he did little thighs like that (and he did them very often), that just showed how well he knew you, how much he cared about you to notice which gummy bears you like the most - it never failed to make your heart beat a little faster, never failed to make you feel loved, feel seen. 

“of course,” he said like it was nothing, and pecked your forehead again. because it truly was nothing to him. it wasn't a chore, or something he felt like he was obligated to do as your boyfriend - his acts of service were as natural as breathing for coups. 

“you want one?” you picked up a red bear, ready to share with your boyfriend. 

“no, but thank you baby. they’re all yours.”

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[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙biscuits | CS55˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: carlos sainz x baker!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, new relationship

warnings: nothing rly, jus lots of fun interactions with drivers & some fluff w carlos tehe

summary: in which your baked goods are a hit with the grid (and so is your blossoming relationship)

a/n: hiii i loveee making fics where y/n is bffs with the whole grid lolz & by whole grid it's like 4 other drivers coz i dnt have the time & space to be writing in a thousand diff relationship dynamics nd these ppl r the ones i feel most comfy writing !

request!!!: For your inspiration maybe smau with Carlos and baker reader who gets along with everyone and bakes for everyone . And maybe make it funny like the "meme" you made with Lando *(HERE for reference)*

fc: various brunette girls from pinterest

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user2 omgg her first new year with carlos?? 🤭

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user3 OMG

carlossainz55 pretty girl

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user4 MY BABIES

user5 i love them

charles_leclerc it's 10pm on january 2nd

landonorris leave her alone charles she was hungover

charles_leclerc for 2 days?

yourusername dont shame me. we all saw you on carlos' birthday

charles_leclerc 🤐

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 a winter break update

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user6 THE SELFIE

user7 i luv her

landonorris ?? those biscuits better be for me

carlossainz55 no go away

yourusername not these ones landie lou :p

landonorris boooooo

user8 not landie lou

user9 y/n is so pretty

yourusername why post that pic of us, u made me look crazy

carlossainz55 you did that all on your own my love

charles_leclerc lol 😂

yourusername you want biscuits or not charles leloser

charles_leclerc im sorry y/n

user10 the nicknames😭

user11 lol the grid is so whipped for y/n

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landonorris MY BISCUITS??

charles_leclerc FOR ME!??

danielricciardo aw we miss y/n

carlossainz55 she said she's rustling up something delicious for you & heidi 💘

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user13 😮 the poison biscuits?!?!??

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landonorris daniel she hates me

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charles_leclerc why are you always so mean to me y/n

yourusername im so sowwy charlie. will u ever forgive me??!!

charles_leclerc maybe. for some biscuits

yourusername ok deal i'll make u some biscuits

landonorris this is NOT fair

charles_leclerc suck it up little lando

user18 y/n in her biscuit era

user19 fr & the flowers are soo cute

carlossainz55 you literally love when he hangs out with us

yourusername 🤫 .

charles_leclerc ???

user20 LOL

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yourusername not you too

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc winter break + biscuits 🍒

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carlossainz55 lando is going to be so triggered

yourusername i told him to keep it HUSH.

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user22 we all gonna ignore charles hands in that pic 👀

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oscarpiastri justice for lando norris

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scuderiaferrari can't wait to have our favourite girl back in the paddock!

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user26 the pic of them baking together is too cute

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user29 the nailssss

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charles_leclerc are you kidnapping her

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landonorris aww look at you two

yourusername 😘 got some biscuits in the oven for you

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[peachyforthis]

Genshin men when YOU try to make their signature dish (pt 1)

+ when they make yours

Featuring: Kaveh, Neuvillette, Alhaitham

Kaveh

Would accidentally snort in laughter when seeing you struggle to put those biscuit crusts in place.

But would refrain from laughing more in seeing your dedication to make this dish for him, a sincere smile on his lips and heart swelling with love.

Might actually start telling you the mathematically calculated way to position the crusts while you get tired eventually and remind him that these biscuits have to be broken down to eat anyways, for which he would dramatically gasp and pout while saying, “It’s all about the art and presentation!”

Would definitely add a touch of his architect designs on your favourite food that you’ll be in awe of his skills, while simultaneously thinking if you really wanna break and eat this masterpiece.

“You are truely a genius. Now i feel guilty for eating your art.”

“Nonsense!, I can make these new structures a thousand times for you. Only if you’d want that.”

How could you say no to seeing what new designs he comes up with every time.

Would feed the food to you himself, since you felt bad breaking his structure.

He wouldn’t mind. Honestly, he would be secretly so proud since you loved his passion so much too.

Neuvillette

Would have to request his Melusine assistant for his favourite, chilliest water stash to make this.

Honestly, when you sample some to check, it’s not that different from the normal consomme you make except it’s more… refreshing with his imported water (why are you even surprised anyways).

But you’d make it anyday for your beloved Dragon as you see him devour it (in his proper manners of course), while telling you how delicious it was after you finally settle down on his lap, with him lovingly kissing your cheek.

“Exquisite flavours, my beloved.”

You lean up and kiss him.

“I did use your water stash though. Never knew it would be this hard to convince Sedene that i won’t waste it. She definitely guards it like mora,” to which he chuckles.

On a rare free day, you would catch him suffering trying to learn to make your favourite food, even if the said food is fried or dried like those Mondstat hash browns or Charcoal baked Ajilenakh cakes.

“I often have wished to make some of these hash browns for you, ahem… although these oil fumes do make me feel like I’m losing my Hydro constitution.”

And honestly, to you this is more than enough proof of his eternal love.

Alhaitham

You wanna make his signature food as a surprise for him since he’s a bit stressed these days. So you make up your mind to cook it on your free day while Alhaitham is away at the Academiya.

At first, spends too much time thinking if you really wanna write the word “contemplation” on the finished dish.

Eventually, you’d add it since you wanna make this just like Alhaitham likes, even if you don’t understand the aesthetic. But if that’s how Alhaitham likes? You’ll do it willingly. Like how love is a feeling which sometimes cannot be understood fully, yet you both have it for each other.

Fishes out his special patterned frying pan and measures the spices he likes to add to the dish.

When Alhaitham comes home in the evening he immediately recognizes the smell and goes to the kitchen first to see you fully focused on making his dish, marking out the symbols albeit a bit clumsily, not noticing Alhaitham watching you with a warm, tender gaze.

Later, tries to be nonchalant when you serve him lovingly, but you know better when he kisses your head and blushes a bit after while you have that grin on your face. Smiles seeing your clumsy handwriting of “contemplation” word on his dish.

He is a methodical person. Would search up your favourite dish and measure out the exact ingredients, time and procedure. Wouldn’t mind redoing it since he wants your favourite to taste precisely how you like.

“You know I wouldn’t mind if it doesn’t taste the exact same. Whatever you make, I’ll eat it heartily,” you giggle.

“Only the best for you. Plus, don’t worry about the wastage of the previous failed attempts. I have enough mora and I know Kaveh wouldn’t mind gobbling anything since he’s always starved.”

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[lqveharrington]

Bugs and Creatures | C.S.

summary: although you lived in district 12 your entire life, you were deathly terrified of bugs

pairing: peacekeeper!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

includes: fluff, entomophobia, coryo being slightly possessive

a/n: i actually have never written for buzzcut/peacekeeper coryo

You met Coriolanus Snow through the one and only Lucy Gray Baird. You had just gotten off stage after performing with Maude Ivory when she approached you with a peacekeeper in tow. At first, you were puzzled and a little uncomfortable by his presence before you realized that he was the one who helped Lucy Gray win the Hunger Games.

After realizing this — and a couple of shots — the both of you found yourselves a little too cozy in the small garage the Covey would spend their time in between sets. This then became a new thing between you two before you officially began seeing each other.

To you, Coriolanus was the sweetest and most overprotective person. To others, he was just a peacekeeper or someone who could hurt them with a talk with his general. You never did care about what they thought. You only cared about him. Well, that and him being able to fend off any insects coming your way.

“You do know that I know where we’re going right?” You laugh when Coriolanus covered your eyes. He asked you to tell him where the trail was toward the lake before covering your eyes, although poorly as you could still see the light passing through his fingers.

“I do,” He elongated the word and carefully guided you over the twigs and branches that scattered the floor. He lifted you up and over a fallen log, trusting you closed your eyes. “But, there’s a surprise waiting for you down there.”

You pursed your lips in amusement, “And you forgot the way over there already?”

“To be fair, Maude Ivory lead me there this morning.”

You let a laugh spill from your lips at the thought of him coming up to the house just to find the way to the lake house. He gently nudged you forward and continued the long trek.

Coriolanus kept you entertained with stories from the Capitol and surprise kisses anywhere he could. By the time you made it to the lake house, the sun was beginning its descent down. You could feel the sun’s rays hitting your skin before Coriolanus removed his hands to reveal the small picnic he set up earlier.

“All this for little ol’ me?” You put your hands on your hips and smile up at him.

Truly, the set up was gorgeous. There was a plaid blanket underneath a willow tree with small pillows and quilted blankets. On a small tray was so many different fruits that you didn’t expect to find in District 12, along with biscuits you never knew could look so delicious.

Coriolanus pulled you in by the curve of your waist and tilted your chin up with his thumb and pointer. “Little ol’ you deserves the world.”

He kissed your lips softly before pulling away and nudging you gently toward the picnic, guiding you toward the food and blankets.

You had a marvelous time. You and Coriolanus took more time to get to know one another, getting to know each and every secret and crevice unknown. He told you how peacekeeping was going and you told him how the Covey was doing, although you truly only played whenever Maude Ivory and Tam got on stage.

“Oh, come on, you have such a beautiful voice.” Coriolanus tucked a piece of strand hair behind your ear and played with its end. “And an even more beautiful face.”

You stuck your tongue out at him before bursting out laughing when he tackled you with tickles. His fingers were feathery across your stomach and only when you began gasping from breaths did he stop.

“Not fair.” You giggle softly as your chest rises and falls from slight exhaustion.

He sent you a cheeky smile before squinting his eyes. Coriolanus’ amusement slowly tampered down and he carefully sat up, keeping his eyes trained on the top of your head.

You sent him a quizzical look, “What?”

He pursed his lips and moved his hand over your head and flicking. Your eyes widened and realization and quickly scrambled out of your spot and behind Coriolanus.

“Did you get it off me?” You clung onto his shoulders in fright as you messed with your hair.

Coriolanus whipped his head around and grabbed your wrists tightly, making you look into his eyes. He slowly breathed and watched you match his breathing before letting go of you, resting his forehead on yours. He listened to your breathing for a second before speaking softly.

“You’re okay.” He murmured and ran his hands up and down your arms. “I didn’t let it touch you.”

Would Coriolanus ever admit that a spider was about to land on your head? No. Would he ever admit that it was a spider and not just a random insect? Absolutely not. You were terrified just from his motion, imagine the mention of any type of bug.

You nodded and sent him a sheepish smile, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to freak out over such a small thing.”

He shrugged, “At least it wasn’t like last time.”

You felt your face warm up at the thought of last time. How you quite literally climbed on Coriolanus back and held a frying pan out toward a centipede on the counter of the Covey’s home. It was a mess by the time the rest of the Covey came home.

“Don’t worry.” He kissed your temple. “I’ll be here for a long time. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Yeah?” You pull away slightly and scrunch your nose.

“And you’re never allowed to ever leave me either.” Coriolanus spoke, almost demanding but you never noted that. “Promise?”

You kiss his lips, “As long as you kill every bug in existence that comes into my vicinity.”

He hummed and maneuvered you over his lap, grabbing your chin. “I think I can manage that.”

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[devilsandwings]

Quiet Scenes- A Paul mescal fic

Synopsis: This will be an ongoing story. About Paul Mescal and a singer/actress with Sabrina Carpenters discography. That’s all I’ll reveal for now, read to find out. Love yall 💕

1k words ~ CW: none

This indicates a flashback ✨

March 12, 2023

I’m sitting at the Academy Awards, sipping on my champagne and gossiping with my best friend, Florence Pugh. She’s presenting an award with Andrew Garfield later tonight, you’re her guest. “…so anyway after all of that they ended up getting back together.” Florence finished her story about one of her friends.

“Wow yea that is ridiculous why would she take him back after that.” I responded in bewilderment of her story. She just shrugs her shoulders and the lights dim. Jimmy Kimmel comes back out onto the stage.

~

The night has been going great, you and Florence are having an amazing time. She killed it presenting, the host is funny, you’re running into friends and icons. You’re having a wonderful time at the Oscars. The announcers voice booms over the audience, “Please welcome academy award winners Jessica Chastain and Halle berry”

The two women walk onto the stage in their beautiful gowns. They smile at the assuring crowd as they walk to the microphone. “When an actor or actress first approaches a role we use every tool at our disposal to help us create the world of the character” Jessica says, reading the teleprompter. They continue about how actors create their characters.

“Here are the nominees for best performance from an actor in a leading role” Halle says

“Austin Butler, Elvis.” The announcer exclaims. The screen above the stage changes to a camera of Austin at his seat, he smiles and looks at his costar. The crowd erupts with applause. The announcer continues to read off names and the crowd cheers.

“Would now be a bad time to tell you I’ve never seen Elvis?” Florence whispers to you

I turn my head and gasp at her, “YOU WHAT” I whisper yell at her, but it doesn’t really matter nobody else can hear us over the cheering for Colin Farrell. “Ma’am you have to see it, I’m showing it to you next time you come over, I own it.” She laughs at my demand and nods her head, she cheers for Brendan Fraser.

I turn my head back to the screen as the announcer says, “Paul Mescal, Aftersun.” My brain screeched to a hault at the mention of his name. Then he was on the screen, wearing a white suit. He looked good, really good. “Bill Nighy…” the announcer continues. Just like that he was gone again. Florence cheered and smiled at me with an exaggerated smile, yay see you worked with him and his next role got an Oscar nomination, she’s probably saying in her head.

She doesn’t know what happened, I didn’t tell her. How could I have told her? She loved Mike, she would have been so mad at me. I’ve never seen her mad before, upset and frustrated sure, but mad? No, and I do not want to see it.

“Do you mind if I sit with ya? My trailers a Sauna.” Paul asks, sticking his head into my trailer. “Well we’re in Australia, so it’s hot in my trailer too but sure.” I retorted. “You’re probably just looking to escape your own mess.” He closes the trailer door and puts his hand over his chest, “You wound me, I thought we were friends.” He “stumbles” down onto a chair. I roll my eyes at him and throw a pretzel out of my bowl at him, “friends don’t steal from each other.” “Don’t bake delicious biscuits and expect me not to eat some” he says to you smiling, looking at you with those blue eyes. You look back into them, you could look into them forever. Your eyes meet, and the moment hangs there, magical, electric. Then breaking the spell he clears his throat and looks away from me.

The announcer finished the names and all the nominees are shown on the screen but you can’t help but look at Paul. “And the Oscar goes to,..” Jessica begins, “The Whale”. You audibly groan and Flo gives you a strange look and laughs.

“God I know you worked with him but I didn’t know you wanted him to win that much.” She chuckled as she claps. “Did you even see his movie?”

“Of course I did” I reply, “it was amazing. He was very good.” I drastically lowered my volume halfway through because Brendan began his speech. His face, you can’t get it out of your mind. It was only a slight falter when The Whale was called but it was noticeable.

~

You’re standing at the bar of the Vanity Fair Oscars Afterparty, waiting for Florence to come back. You grab your drink off the bar and turn around to look at the crowd, you scan the room hoping to find a familiar face when you see Paul. Standing halfway across the room laughing with a couple people. Then as if sensing her gaze, he looks up. Their eyes meet.

He excuses himself from the group and walks over to you. There’s a beat of silence as you take each other in. He looks a little rougher, more grown, but his eyes are just as sharp. His blue eyes that I wanted to swim in.

“You look…” he breaks the silence, “incredible”.

“Thank you” she blushes, “you don’t look too bad yourself. White looks good on you.”

He chuckles at her compliment, “thanks.”

There’s an awkward silence. He takes a sip of his drink. “Congratulations on your nomination” I say to him, holding up my drink, “I was hoping you’d win. I saw your movie it was amazing Paul.”

“Thank you. That really means a lot, coming from you.” He says, “It’s good to see you. Really good”

I take a sip of my champagne, studying him. I’m about to say something to him when Pedro Pascal walks over to us.

“Paul hey, could I talk to you for a minute?” Pedro asks, then he turns to me “I’m so sorry could I steal him for just a moment?”

I laugh, “Go right ahead.” I pause for a moment and look at Paul, “It was nice talking to you, I’ll see you later.”

Paul nods, “See you later” His gaze lingers on you until Pedro grabs his shoulder and they turn away. You sit alone at the bar, finishing your drink.

Authors note: Hey this is my first time writing in like a long time so be nice. Lmk what yall think & if you want a part 2. Also feel free to request anything! ~rose

[dez78]

Astarion's Surprise

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Fandom: Baldur's gate 3

Pairings: Astarion x You

Warnings: None

Summary: Astarion wants to impress you, but the universe has other plans.

Post Cazador Act 3

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Instead of staying at the Elfsong permanently, you bought a medium sized house in Baldur's Gate with the money you had saved up this last year of traveling. It was spacious, but not freakishly big.

You were also considerate of Astarion's vampirism and picked a house with hardly any windows.

Today, you awoke to the beautiful golden sun peering into your room, you were worried cause Astarion wasn't with you. You sat up quickly and threw your legs over the side of the bed. You grabbed your robe off the headboard and slipped it on.

You smelt a peculiar smell when you got to the door of the room, then as you opened it, you heard Astarion's voice.

"Oh blasted!" He cried, then the sound clanking resounded.

"By all the seven hells! Why must this be so difficult!" He whimpered.

"Babe?" You said softly, Astarion turned.

"Oh, you're awake! If I woke you, I'm terribly sorry." He apologized. You smiled,

"I woke up to the sun on my face." You replied,

"Oh, I opened the curtains before the sun rose." Astarion admitted shyly.

"I know how much you enjoy that warm feeling." He added. Your heart thrummed faster; he was so sweet.

You then looked around the kitchen and saw the awful mess he had made.

"What's all this?" You questioned with playfulness. Astarion looked defeated.

"I wanted to make you breakfast, but I burned the damn berry tart, so I tried making butter buns and biscuits, but I burned those blasted things as well! So, I tried making a fruit porridge and I somehow messed that damn thing up too!" He cried. He was completely drained with defeat; you felt bad for him.

He looked so disappointed as he refused eye contact with you. You approached him,

"I'm sorry, I wanted to do something nice for you and the universe made me a horrible cook." Astarion snorted, you gave him a chaste kiss on the lips.

"Nonsense my love." You said lovingly, Astarion looked at you, his eyes glittering with hope.

"Anything you make is good." You lied, you buttered him up. He cracked a smile. You knew he'd get better if he was confident.

You approached the counter and grabbed your food, Astarion tried stopping you.

"Oh, let me try again, I'm sure that's rubbish!" He cried after you. You smiled and took a healthy spoonful of the sloppy fruit porridge, you hummed.

"It's delicious my love." You said, then you took a bite of the black biscuit, then the crunchy butter bread.

"Mhm, that's divine." You said with enthusiasm. Astarion smiled, he knew you were bullshitting him but seeing you eat it anyway made his heart flutter.

He sat down with you and the two of you enjoyed your morning together.

[eatmangoesnekkid]

REVISED A cervical orgasm happens when your body profoundly softens, the inner seals unlock, and the light of the divine showers your organs with clean chi that washes away old stuck trauma. Your heart fully opens in that moment. Some women (and non-binary female bodied people) were born with an easier access to their cervical orgasm but their trauma is locked up in other areas. For most of us, our trauma is trapped into our hips, belly, pelvis, womb, cervix, and heart/breasts like a maze and we have to learn to let go in order to unwind and experience the full floodgates of a cervical mystery gush our entire body into alignment. A cervical orgasm can feel like you are about to die and to be honest, parts of you do, every time. The soil of our body is holding onto many false layers that limit our potential and cervical orgasms and their accompany cleansing tears can wipe away. For most women, the work is to de-amour, re-sensitize your body and develop trust and safety in yourself and if you have a lover, in your lover so that you can feel the depths of a benevolent thrust but your body doesn't tighten up and register it as a kind of harm or trauma. When we tense up during lovemaking, it is an unconscious response to trauma and other calcifications. The female body must open wide and wider but often what happens is that when the sex feels really delicious, she tightens up unconsciously and shut off the energy flow. Some of the closing up is due to the "good girl" programming inherited. When you consciously use your breath, make real unusual grown woman sounds and relax your face, tongue, lips, and jaw, an energetic circuit reveals the cosmos through your matter. She doesn’t try to sound pretty or cute. She growls, gasps, wails, and moans to the heavens. Her interdimensional waters reign down on earth. Permitting your body to make big sound and experience big emotion outside the bedroom helps. You may need to approve of yourself moaning in real ways, breathing sensually, or making loud sounds and vocal tones outside of sex in order to feel comfortable erupting big sound during sex. Permitting your body to animate real excitement because your homemade biscuits taste delicious is the healthy-nervous-system path. Sound helps to move and circulate higher wattages of energy throughout your female body so that you naturally begin to experience higher levels of heart-opening intimacy, quality of orgasms and purification. But every time you hold back your real voice, tears and emotions of love from flowing, you prevent your body from opening from the depths. Throat/oracle vocal work, belly breathing, singing lessons, deep throat self-massage, outside of the bedroom, is essential. -India Ame'ye, Author

[kurishiri]

03 . . . don’t look at anyone but me ˗ˏˋ🪽´ˎ˗

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or may contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost or claim these as your own!

— cw: darius being darius, aha.

The leader of the organization directly under the command of the German emperor, Vogel. That was Darius Vogel.

He very much resembled that of an angel that had descended on a whim when he had called for me all of a sudden——

Darius: Why, hello there, miss fairytale keeper?

When I opened the door, there sitting on the sofa was Darius, a charming smile on his lips as he greeted me with a sweet voice.

Kate: Hello, Darius. Uhm, what was it that you needed...?

They were guests who had arrived in England as a goodwill ambassador.

(So I need to make sure to retain my manners. That said... Harrison did say that they were ‘lying about something’...)

They had appeared before Crown so abruptly, so there was still a mountain of things I didn’t know about their identity.

(And because I don’t know much about them, it’s better to play it safe than be sorry later.)

Darius: Why don’t we have a chat?

Kate: ...Eh?

Darius: You see, I was thinking of deepening our relationship with everyone,

D: but it would appear that all the members of Crown are busy today. So, that’s why you are here now.

D: Ah, or do you happen to be busy as well? If so——

Kate: Oh, no, it’s alright! I have a day off today.

Darius: Is that so? I’m glad to hear. Then, care to come here, little miss robin?

Kate: I’ll do that. Thank you for having me.

No sooner did I sit on the sofa did Darius bring out a can of what appeared to be biscuits that could fetch a fortune.

Darius: Here, have some. I ended up receiving so many biscuits from the higher ups here in the castle, and I am unable to finish them.

Kate: Umm, so, is it alright for me to take all of this?

Darius: It would delight me if you could accept these, before eating all of these biscuits on my own makes my throat dry.

D: And Nica had also said, ‘You were the recipient of all these, Dari, so take some responsibility and eat it all.’ Now isn’t that just cruel?

D: Besides——I would imagine eating snacks while chatting like this would help us get along better.

D: Since we are staying here for a while anyway, I figured it would be good for us to break down some ice between us.

Just when I thought he might have been pouting, he tilted his head slightly to the side, letting a carefree smile play on his lips.

(Darius kind of reminds me... of an innocent child.)

His amiability ended up chipping away my already dwindling sense of caution.

(When he said that he wanted to ‘get along better’... it might not have been a lie.)

Kate: Well then, I will partake.

When I opened the can, the sweet aroma of the high-quality wafted through the air.

Excitement coursing through me, I grabbed a single biscuit and took a bite.

Kate: Mm, it’s really good!

Darius: ...Ho-oh?

D: Hehe, is it? I’m glad to see you like it.

With his elbow on the armrest and resting his chin lightly on the palm of his hand, he watched me stuff my cheeks with a bright smile on his face.

Kate: You’re not going to eat any, Darius?

Darius: I...

D: ...am full right now.

(Oh, I see. He did mention before that he couldn’t eat it all.)

(And he must be treated with warm hospitality by others in the castle as well.)

Kate: What kind of foods do you like?

Darius: Let’s see now... jaeger schnitzels, mille feuille glacé...

Kate: Jaeger schnit-what-now...? W-wait, could you repeat that please?

In a panic, I took out a notepad from my pocket, hoping to write it down.

Darius: Hehe, to put it simply, I enjoy foods that seem hard to make, and just as hard to obtain.

(So, foods that take a long time to make and require a lot of skill are delicious to him?)

Kate: Oh, so that’s what you meant! Thank you for telling me.

K: If I find anything that may suit your tastes, I will bring it to you.

Within his words that sounded more like an enchantment, I noted down the parts I could understand.

(I can ask Victor for the names of the foods later.)

Darius: .........

Kate: Ah, and what do you like to do?

Darius: Do you mean my hobbies? Hmm... milk puzzles, perhaps.

Kate: Milk puzzles?

Darius: It refers to a puzzle with purely white pieces.

Kate: Eh—? So, there’s no picture or anything drawn on the puzzle?

K: I would imagine without such clues, it would be difficult to piece together such a puzzle...

Darius: I would beg to differ? Although the shapes of the pieces appear similar, they are all different from one another in actuality.

D: I do very much enjoy finding the correct pieces one at a time.

D: Why don’t we do one together next time?

Kate: Of course! I will try my best to not become a burden then.

Darius: Hehe, you truly are an earnest little robin, aren’t you. Ah, also...

As though having just remembered something, he stood up and faced the door.

Darius: I imagine your throat must be dry from having eaten all those biscuits? I will bring some tea.

Kate: Ah, then I...

Darius: Oh, I insist. You can sit down?

When I stood up in a panic, Darius turned around before the door, his lips graced with a smile.

(...Since he is being kind like this, maybe I should simply do as he says?)

Kate: Thank you.

Having thought it over again, I sat back down on the sofa.

I clearly heard the doorknob turn, but——

Darius: Oh?

D: ...The door won’t open. It seems we are locked in here.

Kate: Eh!?

K: Did someone maybe lock the door by mistake... what should we do?

In a panic, I, too, stood up and made a dash for the door.

Kate: Ah, that’s right, I can call for hel——

Darius: It seems we ended up locked in here together, yes?

Kate: ——Eh?

When Darius turned around, our eyes met.

Through his platinum blond bangs, I was taken by those honey-colored eyes——

Darius: It is just me and you, together. In this room.

(Wait, wha...?)

This entire time, we had been chatting whilst making eye contact, and yet,

right now, I was hit with a sensation that directly touched a place deep in my chest for the first time.

His eyes seemed to resemble those that scrutinized my heart as it laid on the palm of his hand——

Darius: Ah, it opened.

The moment the door opened, I was freed from that strange sensation,

and I put a hand over my chest in relief.

Kate: ...Thank goodness.

Darius: You say ‘thank goodness,’ but for what, exactly?

D: The fact that the door opened? Or——

Kate: ? Of course, I meant thank goodness the door opened.

K: Since you have come all the way to England,

K: I hope, as much as possible, you don’t feel inconvenienced.

K: If you have a comfortable stay here, I take it you will look forward to your next visit here?

Darius: .........

Kate: I will bring some tea. Ah, and I will request the door be inspected while I am at it.

(Truly, thank goodness that it hadn’t become any big incident. ...That said.)

I wonder why, at that time, I felt as though I were being tested?

Not knowing why I felt that smoldering feeling in my chest, the day passed by.

Nica: Dari, you talked one on one with the Spatzi [1]. So, how was it?

Ring: Rotkehlchen... you’re talking about that girl?

With a smile on his face, Darius looked out the window, which showed the hazy scenery of London beneath the hazy night.

Darius: ——If ‘Crown’ resides in the world of darkness,

D: under normal circumstances, one would be very cautious of them... and they would live every minute doubting others, no?

D: On top of that, this is the ‘fairytale keeper’ we are talking about, whose job is to record their sins? Would it not apply especially to her? ——And yet.

D: The little miss human accepted the snacks I gave her and ate them without a single shadow of doubt.

D: And not only that? When I said that the door wouldn’t open, she held no shred of doubt toward me then as well.

D: Hehe, just remembering it makes me laugh. ——That said, though,

D: it must be because ‘Crown’ holds that human veeryy dear, no?

Ring: ...

Nica: .........And so?

Turning back toward the two, Darius’ cherubic smile widened.

Such a gaze...

...possessed the air of a heavenly being, looking down at the humans from a place far up high...

Darius: ——And so it had caught my interest, ever so slightly.

Fin.

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NOTES:

[1] the apparent pronunciation of this word here in Japanese is [ロビン] (robin), quite literally the “Japanese English” pronunciation of the word “robin.” but in Nika’s story in the same event, when Kate asks what [ロビン] is, he says it’s German for the word “robin”, or [駒鳥] (komadori). Apparently the closest word of endearment related to birds in German would be Spatzi (which actually means sparrow).

[shoku-and-awe]

The other night, I broke out a recipe I hadn't used since maybe 2021: Surprisingly Easy Basic Baked Cheesecake! I used to make these all the time for park hangs. They're portable, super simple, and pretty quick, and everyone always loves them, even if I overbake them or misjudge the ratio of crust to cheesecake.

This time was a bit experimental because I used cream cheese that had been frozen and Came Back Wrong with a very clumpy, crumbly texture, but they still turned out smooth and creamy and delicious. Also, I've also made it without the crust (thought I had biscuits but I was wrong!) and that honestly might have been even better. Jury's still out.

You can also make a fruity topping if you have the time and inclination. I usually do a quick saucepan sauce with frozen blueberries, bourbon if I have it, a pinch each of sugar and salt, lemon juice, and a slurry of katakuriko (potato starch) if it needs thickening.

Anyway, click through for English recipe and tips on doing mini cupcakes instead. I'm not sure I've ever done one big cake, actually.

INGREDIENTS (makes a single 18-cm cake or 10~12 mini cheesecakes) 200 g cream cheese (room temp) 90 g sugar 2 eggs 200 cc fresh cream 30 g cake flour 1 tbsp lemon juice 100 g biscuits 40 g unsalted butter (room temp) INSTRUCTIONS 1. Crush biscuits (in a bag with a rolling pin, or using a food processor) and mix with room-temp butter by hand until well combined. Grease a cake pan and use plastic wrap to shape into a crust inside it. (For mini cheesecakes in a muffin tin, just grease it and spread a thin layer on the bottom of each one.) 2. In a bowl, mix or blend the cream cheese until it forms a cream. Add sugar and then eggs, mixing thoroughly. 3. Gradually stir in the cream. Sift the flour and stir it in. Add the lemon juice. 4. Pour batter into cake pan and bake at 170C for 40-45 min., or until a toothpick comes out clean (or an internal temperature of 65C). Let cool and refrigerate 2~3 hours. NOTES

For a smoother texture, you can remove the bubbles by lifting your pan to height of ~3cm and dropping it a few times. I can't really do this with a soft silicone muffin tin, but I do stretch and shake it a bit, and use a fork to puncture any visible bubbles.

After about 30 minutes, I cover them with tinfoil to stop the tops from burning. Also, about the cooking time: 45 minutes seems short for a big cake because that's what the tiny cupcakes take, but that may be the fault of my oven, which is electric and weak and also so tiny that it still manages to burn things because everything so close to the heating element.

Cooling: if you're short on a time, you can put them directly into the fridge uncovered and it will be fine.

[smallgodseries]

Words mean things. This is unquestionable, incontrovertible, uncontroversial. Words mean things, or what’s the point in having words? They may mean different things in different languages, but when people are speaking the same language, they should be able to comfortably assume they’re understanding one another. That the words they use, identical and clear, should mean the same things.

Enter Geoff.

Geoff, who will be happy to offer you a delicious treat, still steaming and warm from the oven, soft as a promise, enchanting as a sigh…if you’re only willing to call it by the proper name. Thank Geoff for the biscuit, get showered in sugary joy. Thank Geoff for the cookie, find yourself unfed and uncontented. Because some gods are very regional in their delights. Some gods exist within the lee of a single meaning.

Some gods hold no truck with blue fuzzy monsters, and don’t understand why anyone would choose to do so. “Biscuit is a satisfying word,” says Geoff.  “It has snap and crunch. It feels delicious in the mouth. What is ‘cookie’? ‘Cookie’ is mush, it’s mostly vowels, the consonants it has are all doing the same job, it’s a lazy word. Leave it be, and come and have a biscuit with someone who knows what they’re talking about.”

Geoff is always glad to offer you a biscuit. Just not a hot, fluffy, buttermilk one. Those are for other gods and other hands, and less complicated culinary linguistic climes.

[angelofsmalldeaath]

'cause my baby's sweet as can be, she give me toothaches just from kissin' me — a.h.b.

cw: fem!reader, mentions of food, mentions of diets, kinda suggestive, fluff (literally at this point what else do i write other than sickly sweet, domestic fluff)

for two weeks now he’s been on a diet so strict it’ll put a hollywood starlet to shame. 

it’s necessary, he’s aware—he needs to be fit to perform on stage every night for hours, keep up his energy. he needs to entertain. he’s indulged enough in the last few months anyway. 

which is why when the smell of chocolate and vanilla wafts out of the kitchen, his head turns. his eyes flutter shut of their own accord, his mouth floods with saliva. 

fuck. 

it really is a divine smell. 

he imagines the silly little animals in cartoons, imagines their anthropomorphic feet lifting off the ground, the noses trailing the translucent vapours, leading them to the source of it. a giant batch of warm, homemade biscuits in this case. 

he won’t fall for it though, he knows it’s not for him—it’s for the neighbour’s boy of all people, for his 10th birthday, apparently. still he can’t resist taking a peak. 

when he stops at the threshold of their kitchen, he finds exactly what he predicted. 

the kitchen is bathed in rainbows, sunlight filtering through all the sunlight stickers on the windows. the music isn’t deafeningly loud, but it’s loud enough that she barely hears him when he walks in. she’s too engrossed to even hear him snickering at her off-key singing. 

“hello, you,” he smiles, hugging her from behind. she jumps a little at first but melts the moment his arms wrap around her. “this smells delicious.”

“so have one,” she shrugs. the tiny movement intensifies the sweet smell clinging to her—sugar and vanilla and chocolate. something that matches her so perfectly that he can’t resist sliding her hair aside to place a little kiss on her shoulder.

“you know i can’t, you cruel woman.” another kiss, longer than the last one. “i’ll have one, and one more, and one more, and, well…there might not be any left for the birthday party.”

she sighs deeply, pretending to be engrossed in thought, giggling when his kisses turn more frequent, lips moving from her shoulder to her back, to the nape of her neck. 

“on second thought,” he breathes onto her skin, enjoying the way she shivers in response, “i could eat you, you're the sweetest thing in the world.”

“you called me cruel two seconds ago!”

“mmm yes, it is cruel how perfect you are now that you say it.”

“what’s gotten into you, huh?” she laughs, a touch too breathy to be teasing. he could decipher her laughs in his sleep—this one particularly. she’s enjoying it, she just won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing it. 

“pretty baby,” he nips at her earlobe, “i like watching you bake. you have this look on your face of utter concentration…tongue poking out and all.”

“do i? didn’t know you had such domestic fantasies about me.”

“oh i have a variety of fantasies about you.”

he knows she’s biting her lip without even looking at her. it’s in vain though—she’s never been able to stifle a smile, not around him. he prides himself on it too much. 

“keep a few biscuits for us, will you?”

she turns partially, furrowing her brows. “thought you didn’t want any.”

he takes the opportunity, turns her around by the waist until she’s pressed flush against his chest, trapped between him and the kitchen island. he sees the small smudge of flour on her cheek then, even the smudge of chocolate on the corner of her lip from when she no doubt snuck a piece. or two. 

“‘s not for me,” he clicks his tongue, bends till his nose is pressed to her cheek. “‘s so you could eat them, and kiss me after. it’ll make them sweeter that way.” 

even with his eyes closed he feels her cheeks flushing, feels the thud of her heart when he kisses the chocolate smudge away, flicking his tongue over her lip in the process—something he simply can’t resist. then he brushes the flour away with his knuckles and tilts her chin up until she has no choice but to look at him. 

“stop flirting with me,” she frowns deeply, trying to look all serious and jabs a finger in his chest. “i have a kitchen to clean.” and even that lacks any conviction. she’s enjoying far too much to put up any facade. 

“unless—” he’s not even surprised by the perfect puppy eyes at this point “—you wanna clean it for me? you do love me, don’t you?”

and that’s definitely a trap he’s walked right in. 

he laughs, rests his forehead on hers for a moment. “go sit down, i’ll take care of this.”

she pumps her fist in the air, not even trying to be the least bit subtle. and just like always, he’s fallen for it (for her really) hook, line and sinker.

[cheesus-doodles]

Yakuza Boss Izana + Pudding

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took the previous week off to rest, am back at it again! happy belated valentine's day! the izzy in this is in my head is the shaggy hair future izzy <3

"Hey!" But you could only pout as you watched Izana dig into your half-eaten pudding. "That's mine!"

"Serves you right," the white-haired man huffed, spooning a generous heap of pudding straight into his mouth as he swiftly dodged your attempts to grab the cup back. You really were adorable, he mused as he watched you from the corner of his eye, to think that you could match his speed and reflexes. "You ate my share."

It was a rather cold winter afternoon down by the banks of the river, the overcast sky blocking out any sign of the usual sunlight, and the breeze that swept down the waterway only lowering the temperature even more. Well bundled up in your thick coat, you still shivered slightly, snuggling into your finance's side - and for all his pointed words, Izana was more than happy to let you, pulling you closer to him.

You shot a few more longing glances at your rapidly diminishing sweet treat, lightly brushing a strand of hair aside from his cheek before it could touch the pudding. "But what makes you think its yours Izzy?"

"You know what day it is!" His rebuttal came immediately. Though, the yakuza boss did note that you seemed more amused than distraught at his antics as he grumpily polished off the last of the dessert, before haphazardly tossing the now empty container back into your paper bag without a second glance and plopping down to lay his head on your lap. That was delicious, and you should be ashamed.

Twelve years the two of you have been together, and you have never failed even once to make - hand make - a treat for him on Valentine’s Day, be it chocolates, biscuits or any number of other sweets. Yet today, of all days, he was the one that had to hunt you down, only to find you by the bank of your favorite river, enjoying a treat in the form of a pudding by yourself. His pudding.

"I can't believe you," he grumbled. It was an unusual look for the well feared mafia boss who laid sprawled across your lap, sulking like a rebuffed child, violet gaze refusing to meet yours. "Eating all by yourself. Today!"

You didn't answer him, but the slightest ruffle of the paper bag caught Izana's attention even as you continued to run one hand through his mob of hair. And blank eyes turned just in time to catch you pulling out a second cup of pudding from your paper bag.

"Guess this one is mine then," you chirped playfully, popping open the top to reveal a pristine soft surface off which light bounced, the pudding glinting even in the dim sunlight. "Don't mind if I -"

The pudding cup was gone from your hand before you could finish your sentence. And your jaw-dropped expression were reflected in that familiar empty gaze as you followed the sound of slurping to find said stolen cup in the tanned hands of your finance. "HEY!"

Izana only started chewing faster.