#anyway reblog so everyone can have this recipe

[omjitskailay]

I've never felt more like a college student then just now, when I ate cold pasta in my car using pencils as chopsticks because it was too far to walk to the building that has forks and microwaves

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Walk The Line.

Carmen gets a little jealous. You don’t mind in the slightest.

roommate!carmen berzatto x female reader

warnings - smut. cursing. semi public antics.

word count - 2.5k

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He’s a little out of his depth, admittedly.

The invitation had been slid under your front door, pretty handwriting on creamy paper.

“A… party?”

“Does it say party, Carmen?”

“No, it says ‘mixer.’ What the fuck is a mixer?”

You laugh, scrubbing a mark off the final dish in the sink before placing it down in the drying rack. Carmy is sat on the counter across the kitchen, reading the invite over and over.

“Seriously, babe. The fuck does mixer mean? So it isn’t a party?”

You dry your hands and make your way over to take the paper from him, eyes scanning over it carefully.

“A mixer is like… a get to know each other thing. It’s sort of like a party, I guess, but not really. Just a casual gathering type situation.”

“Sounds fucking stupid,” he grumbles.

You smack his shoulder, rolling your eyes.

“Lighten up, asshole. It could be fun.”

“Fun? You think having a mixer with all the neighbours from our building on a Friday night is gonna be fun?”

“I think it sounds like an incredible time. My ideal evening. I can’t wait.”

You can’t even pretend not to laugh, grabbing onto his thigh to keep yourself balanced. He puts his hands on your shoulders, trying to look serious, but the grin fighting its way up his cheeks gives him away.

“You really wanna go?”

“Carm, if it’s terrible, we’ll just lie and say we’ve got plans elsewhere. We’ll run away screaming if we need to. It might be good for us though, to meet our neighbours properly. It’s good to get to know them, just in case we ever need anything.”

“What, like a cup of sugar? What is this, the thirties?”

“When you’re testing recipes and fucking them all up, you might be grateful to be able to nip next door and borrow a cup of sugar.”

“I don’t fuck recipes up.”

“No? Then why were you yelling at a lavender and oat crème brûlée last week?”

“It was mocking me,” he grumbles under his breath, hanging his head.

You can’t help but laugh, moving closer to stand between his manspread legs where he still sits on the counter. You brush a piece of hair back from his forehead, tracing your index finger in a featherlight touch down the bridge of his nose. He looks down at you, eyes glued to yours.

“I know for a fact you don’t have anything else planned on Friday,” you whisper.

He rolls his eyes but leans into your touch anyway, where you’re still tracing along the features of his face.

“You promise we can leave if it’s terrible?”

“We literally live in this building. We can just walk up the stairs and be home.”

He huffs, but relents.

“Fine. But please don’t leave me alone with all of the middle aged moms. They love me.”

“Oh, I’m sure they do,” you giggle, leaning in to rest your head on his chest. His arms encircle you, pulling you as close as he can.

Is this scene too intimate for roommates? Without a doubt.

Do either of you care? Not in the slightest.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

It’s not as bad as he thought it’d be.

The middle aged moms have pulled through, actually. The lobby is decorated with fairy lights, tables covered in alcohol set up against the walls. Everyone has a drink in their hand, chatting and mingling amongst themselves.

You and Carmen walk downstairs a little late. He’d finished his shift and run home to shower and make himself look semi presentable before facing the neighbours.

“We need a signal,” he says suddenly, right as you reach the staircase. “In case of emergencies.”

“Pat your head.”

“Real subtle.”

“It doesn’t need to be subtle, it needs to be noticeable for me.”

“Fine,” he mutters, bumping his shoulder into yours. “Don’t leave me alone with that Erica lady. She scares me.”

“Yes sir,” you mock salute, slipping your hand into his momentarily. “You’ll be fine, Carmen. Like I said, we’ll just leave if it’s awful.”

It’s not awful, actually. It’s quite fun.

It’s nice to get to know the people in your building, seeing as you have lived there for a couple of years now. Carmen has been there even longer.

“Excuse me, sweetheart?”

You turn around to be met with an old lady, leaning carefully on her cane.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“I’m Dorothy. I live in 2B, and I just had to tell you that you look beautiful in your dress.”

You smile, pulling out a chair for her, which she takes gladly. You sit down next to her, spotting Carmy chatting with a couple of guys across the room.

“Thank you so much!”

You introduce yourself, telling her your name and apartment number.

“Ah yes,” she hums in recognition. “You live with your boyfriend who has all the tattoos.”

You almost choke on your drink.

“We’re just roommates,” you say eventually. “But yes, that’s him.”

“Oh, my apologies. I just assumed.”

You’re curious, suddenly. You know you shouldn’t be, but you can’t help yourself.

“Can I ask? Why you… thought we were dating?”

She chuckles knowingly before placing a hand on your knee.

“Honey, he’s got a hand on you at all times. He looks at you like you are the sun. Every time you walk past my window, you’re both laughing. Sounds like love to me.”

Her bluntness is refreshing, if not a little intimidating. No one will say it how it is more than a little old lady who can’t mind her business.

“We, uh… we’re close. He’s a good roommate. A good friend.”

She doesn’t look convinced in the slightest, chuckling as she pats your leg.

“Uh huh. That’s what I said about my husband - real good friend. We’ve been married 58 years.”

You smile, shaking your head.

“Is he here with you?”

“He’s upstairs. He can’t really leave the apartment, these days.”

“You know, if you ever need anything, me and Carmen would be happy to help.”

“No, sweetheart, I couldn’t ask you to-”

“-you’re not asking me, I’m offering. Carmen is an award winning chef at one of the best restaurants in this city. He’d be more than happy to make a meal or two when needed. And I can pick you guys up stuff from the grocery store when I go, too.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, grabbing your hand in her frail one. “You’re good kids, you two.”

You grin at her, squeezing her hand gently.

“You know where I am, if you need me.”

She nods, standing up carefully.

“I’m going to go see if that handsome Jeremy will come and fix my shower for me. He did promise.”

You laugh, watching as she makes a beeline for one of the dads stood in a huddle. You catch eyes with Carmy, who’s still chatting away with a few of the younger guys. He winks at you, all cheeky and carefree, and you can’t help but flush, heat prickling across your skin. You shake your head, smiling, winking back.

Suddenly, there’s a hand on your bicep. You spin sideways, to be met with the sight of a very handsome man. Dark hair, big brown eyes, tall - he looks slightly like a movie star you can’t quite remember the name of. You crane your neck to meet his gaze, smiling softly.

He holds out his hand to introduce himself.

“Hi, I’m Daniel.”

You tell him your name, trying to ignore how his hand engulfs yours.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

You laugh, shaking your head.

“Have you lived here long? Think I’d remember a face like yours.”

Now he shakes his head.

“A month, maybe. I live in 6C. I’ve been working a lot, so haven’t had any time for introductions.”

“Ah. What do you do?”

“I’m a model.”

Of course he is.

“What do you do?”

As you start to tell him, his eyes fix on yours, not leaving for a moment. He listens carefully, both of you blocking out the noise and focusing on each other.

Turns out, Daniel is good company. The two of you find a spot in the corner, away from the noise and the wine drunk moms. The two of you laugh, joke, and talk about Chicago as if you’re old friends. Time slips away from you easily, conversation flowing with minimal effort.

“I don’t want to leave, trust me… but I have a super early call time tomorrow. If you wanted, we could grab a drink sometime, somewhere that’s not our buildings lobby?”

You laugh, nodding.

“Yeah, I’d like that. It was nice to meet you, Daniel.”

“You too. Here,” he says, handing you a small business card with his number on, “text me.”

“I might do just that,” you tease as he walks away grinning.

You’re on your way to grab another drink when a hand slinks around your wrist.

“Hi, Carmen.”

You don’t even have to turn to know who it is, recognising the feeling of his calloused hand against your soft skin.

“Where’s your friend gone?” he all but grumbles.

“He’s gone home, got to be up early for work.”

“Haven’t we all.”

“Ooo, okay Mr Attitude. You’re not having a good night? You didn’t give me the signal.”

“Would you have noticed if I did?”

You spin around to face him properly now.

“Yes, I would have. Because we’re in a tiny fucking lobby and not a football stadium, Carmen.”

He huffs.

“Didn’t think you’d notice if the building fell down, the way you were lost in his eyes.”

“I know it’s a foreign concept to you, Carmen, but eye contact is actually a very important part of conversation. Try it some time.”

Carmy rolls his eyes, grip on your wrist tightening.

“Come on,” he mumbles. “Wanna show you something.”

He practically drags you up the stairs, and up some more, and up some more. Eventually, you reach the roof.

The sun is just setting, casting the city in a warm orange glow. Everything is so calm, so peaceful, so serene. It’s beautiful.

You’re admiring the view when suddenly your feet are no longer on the ground. Carmy has you over his shoulder, carrying you across the rooftop to the brick wall.

“The fuck are you doing?” you cry as he finally puts you down.

He smashes his lips to yours, choosing to shut you up rather than answer you. You kiss back eagerly, confused but not disappointed at the turn in events. Slipping your hands into his hair, you tug him into you, groaning as he grabs at your ass.

“Carmen,” you breathe, “why don’t we just go home?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he mumbles against your neck, pressing kisses wherever he can reach. When he bites down, you smack his shoulder.

“No marks, asshole. The fuck is up with you?”

Again, he says nothing, just slips his hand under your dress to run his fingers over your underwear. You part your legs instantly, leaning back into the wall to steady yourself.

“Carmen, someone’s gonna see if they come up here.”

“Well then you better come quickly.”

He slips your panties to the side, running his fingers through your wet heat. You keen, knees buckling already.

“Oh baby,” he chuckles. “This all for Daniel?”

It all clicks for you suddenly.

“That’s what-” you choke as he slides a finger into you. “That’s what - fuck - has you so riled up? Daniel?”

“Don’t say his name when I’m knuckle deep, baby. It’s rude.”

You attempt to scoff, but it comes out as more of a moan when he presses his thumb to your clit, circling carefully.

“Am I not giving you what you need, honey? Is that it? Greedy girl just wants more, so she looks elsewhere to get it?”

“No,” you justify quickly. “You know that’s not true.”

“If you can still form sentences, I’m clearly doing something wrong.”

He slips a second finger in, curling them exactly the way he knows you like.

“Carm.”

“He couldn’t make you feel like this, babe. You and I both know it.”

You’re nodding, fingers gripping his shirt tightly as if you’re scared he’s going to walk away. His lips press into your neck again, nipping along the expanse of skin.

“Say it.”

“Hmm?”

You’re dazed, mind hazy with Carmen Carmen Carmen Carmen Carmen.

“Say. It.”

He punctuates his words by curling his fingers harshly. You’re seeing stars, legs giving out.

“He - he… fuck, Carmen, please.”

“So close, honey. Try again.”

You know he won’t relent. He never does, when he’s in a mood. You have to just give him what he wants.

“He couldn’t make me feel this good, Carm. It’s all for you, only you.”

“Good girl. Knew you could do it.”

With that, he speeds up his fingers, his other arm snaking around your back to keep you standing upright.

“Give it to me, baby. Know you want to. That’s it, atta girl.”

“Come for me, there we go. Can feel you.”

“Good girl, good fuckin’ girl. So pretty like this.”

You fall over the edge, clenching like a vice around his fingers as you throw your head back. There’s a sheen of sweat coating your skin, chest heaving with every breath you take. Your vision goes white for a second, gripping onto Carmy’s biceps for dear life.

You rest your forehead against his chest, panting as you try to recover.

“Jealous Carmen is kinda mean,” you mumble into his shirt.

He laughs, wrapping his arms around you.

“You know I didn’t mean it, right? You’re free to date whoever you want. You could do a lot worse than Daniel the hot supermodel.”

You pull back, looking at him carefully.

“I know. I just… I don’t know if I’ll go. Seems a bit unfair to date him when my mind is on someone else.”

You both know exactly who you mean. You both also know that tipsy on a rooftop is not the place to have that conversation.

“Did you ever master the lavender crème brûlée?”

He chuckles, not expecting the sudden change in subject.

“Yes, I did.”

“Do we have any left?”

“We don’t. But I did make chocolate soufflé this afternoon, if that’ll satisfy your sweet tooth.”

“Fuck, yes,” you grin, leaning in to kiss him tenderly.

“I’ll make you a crème brûlée in work tomorrow. Promise.”

“Will you make two extras?”

He quirks a brow in confusion, so you continue.

“We’ve got two elderly neighbours. They’re not very mobile, so I said we’d drop stuff off every now and again.”

He smiles at you, all soft and melted.

“Of course. That heart of yours is too big for your chest, you know.”

You take hold of his hand, placing it there.

“Only sometimes.”

He kisses you again before throwing an arm over your shoulders.

“Let’s go eat chocolate soufflés and drink the rest of that wine you bought.”

“You’re a mind reader,” you laugh, making your way downstairs.

Maybe he is, you think later. You don’t mind in the slightest.

[airbendertendou]

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the darkened sky greets you as you clock out, jacket slung over your shoulders and drink for the day half-empty in your hand. you blink, letting out a yawn as you venture to the car waiting for you. the backdoor opens, "[name]."

"hi, honey," you crawl into the car beside rindou, planting a kiss on his cheek. tired eyes look to the front, soft smile still painting your lips. "hi, boys. good day?"

ran turns in the drivers seat to grin your way. "all good with us, future-in-law!"

shion sniffles in the passenger seat, rubbing under his nose. he pouts your way helplessly, "gettin' sick, [name]! need your tea."

"hmph," rindou puts an arm over your shoulder, bringing you as close as the seatbelt would allow. he narrows his eyes, "you'll survive without it."

ran sneaks a glance at his brother with a teasing grin as he starts the car. the plan is simple - mucho is making dinner and, as rindou's partner, you've been invited. the tenjiku crew had always been nice to you anyways — you never minded spending time with them.

you stretch as you exit the car, your stuff still occupying your seat. the work shirt [technically your uniform] has been taken off, leaving you in regular clothes. you let out a small groan as your arms pop. rindou holds his hand out to you, "good?"

"tired," you send him a smile, lacing your fingers in his. you plant another kiss on his cheek, leaning into the responding one he leaves on your head. "a little hungry. ready to see everyone, too."

rindou hums against your temple, "think they like you more than me."

you grin, "maybe!"

kakucho answers the door, allowing the four of you in stiffly. he waves your way before leaving to the kitchen, mumbling a recipe to himself. mochi waves at you as he samples a piece of food, leaning away from mucho as he swats at him.

you feel eyes bleeding into you one second and then the leader is in front of you the next.

“bad day?” izana leans forward at the waist, wisteria eyes planted on you. they widen a bit, venegeful malice coloring them. “want me to have a talk with anyone?”

“no,” you grin at the threat. with a small, delicate hold to his hand, you squeeze it before dropping it. “i appreciate the thought, though.”

izana watches you for a second more before nodding. he lifts his nose into the air, "just say the word."

"i'll keep that in mind!" your grin doesn't fade as you spot the newest addition, kokonoi, keeping to himself. you wander up to him with your boyfriend in tow. "hi, koko. doing okay?"

the boy nods, face controlled and centered into a dull expression. "doing well." his gaze flickers to rindou before coming back to you. "that looked scary though. boss threaten you or something?"

"never," you snort. you lean in to stage whisper — the right side of rindou's mouth quirks up at the comical view. "he likes me too much. they all do."

kokonoi only smiles for a brief second, but you see that as a win.

——♡——

you plop onto the couch beside rindou as you're finally back home. your stomach is full and sore from the amount of laughter you shared with your friends. you let out a sigh and pat your stomach as rindou sits next to you. he tugs at your knees, pulling your legs up so that they're slung over his own.

you flex your ankle, wiggling your foot from side to side. you tilt your head, “think my compression socks are sexy?”

“super hot, babe,” rindou plants a kiss to your head. he taps your knee a few times before sighing. "don't wanna get up now."

nodding slowly, you purse your lips, "same."

rindou clicks his tongue a few times before speaking. "shower time — you wash my hair and i'll rub your back?"

"…deal."

——♡——

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[finleyforevermore]

Dear Nex,

You're never going to see this. I know. I felt the need to write this for you anyway.

Maybe my input isn't needed because I'm cis, but I hope you and everyone else who sees this knows in spite of my gender identity and the privilege I have as a cis male that I'm aware that I have, I mean every word that I say. I never wanted to be privileged. I don't want to be privileged. I'm so incredibly sorry that I'm privileged. I know it's not right. I know it's not fair. If my input isn't needed, so be it. But I'm going to share it anyway.

My sorrow and rage and pain has not at all subsided since February 20, when I learned of your death. You've been in the back of my mind ever since. The grief and anger hasn't gone away. What your friends said about you and your family as well, shows that you were such a wonderful person. I wonder if you had social media. I would've loved to be your friend if you had Tumblr.

I find myself enjoying sunny weather and thinking "Nex would've liked this". I look at my friends' pet cats and think about Zeus. When listening to rock I wonder if you liked the song I listen to.

You were mistreated by your peers in life, because of your laugh, which I'm sure was wonderful, and the way you dressed. Being yourself cost you your life. And now even in death people refuse to respect you. Transphobes running rampant, calling you your deadname, someone here on Tumblr celebrating your death, labeled as filth. And now? Now your cause of death has been labeled as suicide. Even though absolutely none of it makes sense, and nothing adds up. It just doesn't make sense. And even if somehow you did commit suicide, the day before you did you were physically assaulted by your peers for getting fed up with being mocked. You were bullied before that too. Bullied relentlessly and mercilessly just for being you. The blood is still on their hands.

I'm utterly disgusted by the medical examiner, the state of Oklahoma, the transphobes, even myself sometimes for being so privileged because of my gender identity. I shouldn't be privileged for being cis. We should all be accepted and treated fairly and with care and love and respect. If only things were that ideal..

I'm crying now even as I write this. I so desperately wish that everything was different. That you weren't killed. That you could continue to hang out with your friends and be a kid. Making new recipes. Playing with Zeus. Playing your favorite songs. Making music, if you liked doing that.

Recently my faith and belief in God has been tested. But if there's an afterlife, a Heaven up there, I hope you're having fun and enjoying yourself up there. When I die and reach Heaven, I'll be sure to visit you.

On the other hand, if there's not a Heaven, I hope you're enjoying your eternal rest. Whatever being dead is like without an afterlife, I hope you're ok.

But until then I'm going to try my damndest to ensure your memory stays alive. Posting about you on social media and reblogging posts about you like wildfire so people never forget. I'm not going to let anyone forget you, Nex. I promise you. Me and all of the other people grieving here on Tumblr will continue to say your name, whether our shouts fall on deaf ears or not. We're never going to be silenced.

I raise my cup to you, Nex. You will be avenged. Justice will be served.

I didn't know you and I never will. You never knew me and you never will. But all the same, even if we're eternally strangers, I love you, Nex Benedict. I'm sorry the school failed you, I'm sorry the ambulance failed you, I'm sorry Oklahoma failed you, I'm sorry the world failed you. And perhaps I failed you somehow. And I'm so unbelievably sorry if I did. But I hope keeping your memory alive, and saying your name, and seeking justice can make up for it.

Until we're angels in Heaven once more.

Love, truly,

Finley

[t-nd-rfoot]

♡ + morning routines!

GOOD MORNING aka Morning Routine with Jake Headcanons

A recipe for a guaranteed good morning with Jake.

Pairing Jake Seresin x reader

Theme Fluff

Word Count 277

Note Ahh this took a bit 'cause I got so busy with work 😭 dedicated to the always lovely @hangmanbrainrot for requesting! 💗

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You had many things in common with Jake, but mornings were not one of them

As much as he loves staying in bed with you, he feels most energetic in the morning, choosing to go on run or work out at the crack of dawn to let it out

You’re almost always still asleep by the time he gets back anyway, which gives him enough time to either shower and get back in bed with you for morning snuggles, or prepare for you your favorite breakfast

You, on the other hand, are most definitely a night owl for any number of reasons

You can’t go to bed until you know your house is clean; your job requires some overtime; you just generally feel more productive at night, etc.

So come morning, you two found an easy compromise

Music plays in the kitchen while he cooks

(He has to keep his senses stimulated in the morning or else he gets tired before he can even really start his day)

But don’t worry, he’ll choose an acoustic playlist or keep the volume low in case you’re really knocked out

And if you're awake early, he'll dance with you while you both cook

After you get ready for the day, you make your way to him in the kitchen

But you only greet each other with a smile at first

You refuse to have any conversation before your third sip of coffee (or your preferred morning drink) or else you’re just grumpy

Once you have some food and drink in your system, you walk over to Jake and give him a peck on the cheek

“Good morning, Mr. Seresin”

“Good morning to you too, Mrs. Seresin”

And it was a good morning, indeed

Some mornings also start out like this:

I don't think I'll need to expound any further 🫢

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[itzynabi]

that’s so evie episode 16

posted: 7 july 2023

word count: 3.5k

warnings: mention of food

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eve’s masterlist // that’s so evie

“Hello everyone and welcome to another episode of That’s So Evie,” Eve greeted, from inside the kitchen. “Today’s guests are very old people that I’ve known for a very long time. Please come in!”

[Nuneo fairy with unrivalled acting skills. Junho!]

[Whether it’s romance or melodrama, she can do it. Yoona!]

[Meeting in hot K-Drama King The Land every Saturday and Sunday at 22:30]

Yoona and Junho moonwalked into the frame on either side of Eve as the staff cheered. They bowed to Eve, who blinked in confusion.

“What’s going on?” She asked no one in particular.

“We wanted to have a cool entrance,” Junho said.

“Was that cool?”

Yoona nodded. “You wouldn’t know. You have to be cool to know what’s cool.” She nudged Eve gently. “Continue on with the show.”

“You have to introduce yourselves.”

“Oh, right!” Junho chuckled nervously. “Hello, I’m Lee Junho.”

“I’m Im Yoona,” she introduced herself.

“Thank you for coming on the show,” Eve said, bowing her head in both of their directions.

“What are we doing?” Junho asked.

“Today, we’re making chocolate puffs,” Eve told them. “Since King The Land is a romance drama, I searched up romantic desserts and chocolate puffs was the first one that showed up, so we’re making that.”

Yoona scoffed. “You didn’t even p–”

“The first step is to preheat the oven!” Eve loudly interrupted the older woman. “I don’t know how to use an oven so… can someone do that?”

“You don’t know how to use an oven?” Junho asked as he preheated all of their ovens. “Why not?”

Eve shrugged. “Just.”

“What do you mean ‘just’? You have a baking show,” he teased.

“It hasn’t been a hindrance so far,” she said. “Anyways, we’re each going to make ten because I know you’ll want more after we’re done.”

“Shouldn’t we wear aprons?” Yoona asked.

“You two should also tie your hair back, right?” Junho asked, crossing his hands over his chest.

“Are there any emergency staff on site?”

The two continued to fire off more questions, Eve looking more and more exasperated.

[Sigh]

“I’m gonna kick you off of my show,” Eve whined, causing them to laugh. “Stop being inquisitive!”

“Okay, okay, we’re done.”

“Now, as you can see, we all have a baking tray, a roll of puff pastry, chocolate spread, mini marshmallows and chocolate chips.” She pointed at all of the objects on the table in front of them. “We’re going to take one puff pastry and place it on the counter.”

They copied her. “We’re going to add a teaspoonful of chocolate spread to the centre of the pastry and then spread it evenly.”

“I can’t find my centre,” Junho complained.

“Yah, how can’t you find your centre?” Yoona chortled, smoothing out her chocolate spread.

“Junho-yah, this is a simple recipe,” Eve jokingly scolded, fighting a smile when Junho dropped his spoon on the table and put his hands behind his back, hanging his head. “Why are you already struggling?”

“I’m sorry,” he apologised in a deep voice. “I’ll try better, ma’am.”

[Sudden skit]

“This is a renowned establishment. We can’t expect anything less than perfection.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I might have to fire you.”

Yoona gasped. “You’re acting like one of the characters in King The Land.”

Eve’s face broke into a smile. “Is she nice?”

“No.”

“Oh.” Her smile dropped. “Moving on, we’re going to add mini marshmallows on top of the spread.”

“Wait, I still need to put my spread on,” Junho reminded her as he focused on putting the chocolate spread on his puff pastry.

Yoona cleared her throat loudly. “How much longer are you going to take?”

“About five minutes.” He slowed his hand down as he observed his work. Squinting his eyes, he nodded and put his spoon down. “Okay, I’m done.”

[Constant skits]

“Now, we’re going to add mini marshmallows and chocolate chips,” Eve told them. “You can use one or the other or both.”

“I’m going to use marshmallows,” Junho said.

“I’ll use choco chips,” Yoona said.

“I’m using both,” Eve said.

Yoona flinched. “Isn’t that going to be very sweet? Will your teeth be able to handle them?”

“My teeth are very strong.”

“Let me see.”

Eve showed Yoona her teeth, also turning to show Junho. The three then ended up showing each other their teeth.

“You’re like a dentist’s dream,” one of the cameramen commented, causing everyone to laugh.

“Let’s continue, let’s continue,” Yoona urged as she laughed.

“Okay,” Eve chuckled. She cleared her throat, suddenly turning serious. “After putting our toppings on, we’re going to fold over each corner until it makes a perfect square. And then, we’re going to put them on the baking pan and make the other pastries.”

“Is that all?” Junho asked, shocked at how short the recipe was.

Eve nodded. “Yeah, it’s only four steps.”

“This is going to be over so quickly,” Yoona whined. “We only started.”

[It’s been fifteen minutes since they started baking]

“We still have to bake it, though,” Eve reminded her.

“Oh, right! We’ll be here for a while.”

They worked on the rest of their pastries, before putting them in their respective ovens.

“They’re going to bake for twenty-five minutes,” Eve told them.

“It’s going to be over soon, though,” Junho said, wiping the counter with his pointer finger.

Eve chuckled. “Why do I feel like getting them out of here is going to be a challenge?”

“Are you sick of us?” Yoona asked, her voice ticking up at the end.

“I never said that,” Eve whined. “Why are you twisting my words?”

“This is why you’re not her favourite Yoona-yah,” Junho chided softly, waving his arm in her direction.

Yoona’s mouth dropped open. “Yah! I’m her favourite!” She argued, not noticing how Eve had taken a step back so she could observe the two argue.

“You’ve made her sigh so many times today. But I’ve only made her laugh.”

Yoona scoffed. “Don’t make me laugh.” She turned to Eve. “When did you get back there?” She pointed at the younger girl, seeing how she was standing against the ovens.

“When you started shouting in my kitchen,” Eve answered, resting her elbows on the counter.

“Anyways, we need you to settle this for us. Who is your favourite?”

“Key.”

The two guests stared at her in confusion.

“No, no, no,” Junho said, shaking his head. “Out of us two, who is your favourite?”

“Ah… I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.”

“Think about it now, please.”

Eve sighed. “Okay.”

“You see? You’re also making her sigh!” Yoona pointed out, pointing at Eve. “I’m not the only one.”

“That was one time,” Junho argued. “You’ve made her sigh eighteen times now.”

Yoona laughed. “That’s not true.”

Eve frowned cutely as she thought, not paying attention to the guests having a petty argument in front of her. She scratched her chin, making eye contact with one of the camera directors. They stared at each other before Eve nodded.

[Silent communication is easy when you work together]

“We’ll sort out who my favourite is,” Eve interrupted Junho, “by who can flatter me the most.”

“Flatter you?” Junho asked, leaning forward to make sure he heard Eve properly.

“Yes.” Eve nodded.

“Princess-nim,” Yoona said in a cute tone without missing a beat.

“Princess-nim, do you want water?” Junho asked, copying Yoona. “Princess-nim, are you tired of standing? Do you want me to carry you?”

Everyone in the kitchen burst out laughing at how committed Junho was to winning.

“How am I supposed to compete against that?” Yoona complained through her laughter. “Nabi, I can’t carry you,” she said, causing everyone to laugh harder. Eve dropped to her knees as she laughed.

“Junho wins this round,” Eve announced. Though, because she was laughing so hard, her words came out as wheezes.

“What?”

Eve cleared her throat, trying to calm herself down. “Junho wins this round,” she repeated in a clearer voice.

Junho fist pumped, ecstatic about his win. “Thank you, thank you.”

[Junho: 1 / Yoona: 0]

Yoona sighed, looking around the room in defeat. “But I’m your ahjumma,” she argued.

Eve nodded. “That’s true.”

“But I… have cats,” Junho appealed to Eve.

“That’s also true.”

Yoona scoffed. “Has he ever let you play with his cats?”

“Point to Yoona.”

“Yes!” She exclaimed victoriously.

[Junho: 1 / Yoona: 1]

Junho looked past the cameras to his staff. “Do I have time to go home and bring my cats?”

“Suddenly?” His manager asked.

“I want to be her favourite.” He pointed at Eve.

“There’s no time.”

“Really?” He sucked his teeth as he thought. “When next are you going to the company building?” He asked Eve.

“I don’t know.”

“You should text me, and I’ll bring my cats,” he vowed. “I’ll bring all of them.”

Eve broke into a big smile. “Really.”

Junho nodded cockily. “Of course. Just give me a day and a time and I’ll see if I’m free.”

“Junho, point!”

[Junho: 2 / Yoona: 1]

“Nabi, don’t forget that Chaeryeong-ssi is a SONE and she’d be very upset if you didn’t let me win,” Yoona said.

[Suddenly bringing up Chaeryeong]

“She’d be very upset,” Eve agreed. “Yoona, point!”

[Junho: 2 / Yoona: 2]

“But,” Junho started,” when 2PM made our comeback, you were there to MC. But when Girls’ Generation made theirs, you weren’t.”

“Right, why weren’t you there?” Yoona asked, suddenly getting serious. “We were in our group chat talking about how we were going to annoy you when you had to interview us, but you weren’t there.”

“I was at KCON in LA,” Eve said. “I had other schedules, but I was really upset that I couldn’t be there. I’ve been waiting for the comeback, but when you had it, I wasn’t even in the country.”

Junho hummed as he nodded. “But she was free to interview us when we had our comeback,” he mentioned, sounding like a child bragging to his friends.

“She couldn’t control her schedule, so this one shouldn’t count,” Yoona argued.

“That’s true,” Eve agreed. “So I’ll instead ask you a question worth ten points. It’s our tie breaker.”

“Already?” Yoona expressed her shock. “We just started this competition.”

“Is there any way you can save this question for later and let us have two more rounds of appealing ourselves?” Junho bargained.

Eve chuckled. “Okay. You may continue.”

“Hmmm. Oh!” Yoona exclaimed before chuckling deviously. “Your favourite colour is pink and Girls’ Generations’ official colour is pink.”

“It’s not pink, it’s pastel rose,” Eve corrected. “But point to you, nonetheless.”

[Junho: 2 / Yoona: 3]

“What else can I say?” Junho muttered to himself, resting his hand on the counter in front of him. He turned to face Eve again when he thought of something. “We’re in the same company,” he said. “We have a loyalty to each other.”

“True.”

[Junho: 3 / Yoona: 3]

“Didn’t I give you advice for your monthly evaluations?” Yoona asked. “I did, didn’t I?”

“You spent more time joking around then actually giving advice, but it made me laugh so I’ll give you a point.”

[Junho: 3 / Yoona: 4]

“This is my last one,” Junho said, “then you can ask your ten point question.”

“Okay!”

He held his hand out in front of him. “Lia-ssi sang the OST for The Red Sleeve. And because of that, I will do the challenge for the next ITZY comeback.”

[Amazing offer!!!!]

Eve exclaimed. “You promise?”

“I promise.” He held out his pinky finger so they could make the promise official.

“You can’t go back on your word,” she warned him as Yoona groaned. “I’ll make sure to hunt you down before we finish promotions.”

Junho laughed, thinking Eve was joking until he saw her facial expression. “Are you serious?”

“This one’s like a psycho,” Yoona said. “She once used Find My iPhone on me because I took too long to answer her text. I was so shocked when she showed up,” she told everyone.

“We had business we had to do,” Eve argued.

[The business was that Eve was bored and wanted to hang out with someone]

“Besides, you told me I can bother you when I feel like it. Anyways, point to Junho!”

[Junho: 4 / Yoona: 4]

Yoona nodded. “I’m so glad you don’t ask me to do challenges,” she admitted with a laugh. “Your dances are so hard. You should’ve asked me to do the challenge for glassy. That one’s nice and easy.”

“Immediately after I made that promise, I saw a vision in my head of WANNABE,” Junho said, much to everyone’s amusement. “The shoulder dance.” He groaned. “What have I gotten myself into?”

“It’ll be fine,” Eve said, waving Junho off. “Don’t worry. You’re a pro. Anyways, now it’s time for the ten point question.”

“Ah, majda. I forgot,” Yoona said.

“It’s a very easy question,” Eve said. “You should get it right.”

“What is it?” Junho asked.

“Junho has to tell me what my favourite 2PM song is and Yoona has to tell me what my favourite Girls’ Generation song is.”

[...]

A silence took over the kitchen as both of the actors thought about the question. The only sound was the slight hum of the ovens.

“Do you guys not know?” Eve asked, shocked at their reactions.

“It’s not that, we’re just thinking it over,” Yoona explained. “We have many songs.”

“I only have one favourite from those songs, though.”

“I think I know it!” Junho said, raising his hand. “Again & Again?”

“Correct!”

[Junho: 14 / Yoona: 4]

“I win!” He yelled victoriously, pumping both of his fists above his head.

Yoona sighed, sad that she didn’t win. “Is there even a point to me answering the question?”

“Yes,” Eve said. “I want to know if you know.”

“The Boys.”

[...]

“You really don’t know me.”

Yoona’s eyes widened. “That’s not your favourite?”

“Of course not. Refreshing concept,” Eve whined.

“Gee?”

“Is Gee refreshing?”

“Ah, it must be Holiday,” she guessed again.

“That’s closer, but you’re still wrong. It’s Lion Heart.”

Yoona groaned, biting her lip. “Lion Heart.”

“I thought it was Genie,” Junho said. “Or Mr.Mr.”

“I should’ve guessed those ones.”

“Yoona-yah, it’s okay,” Eve comforted. “You just don’t know anything at all. But in the end, as it stands, Junho wins!”

“Yes, thank you.” He bowed. “It’s an honour. To be chosen as Nabi’s favourite is something I’ve dreamed of since I debuted. It’s truly meaningful to win the title of Nabi’s favourite. I’ll continue to work to be a person Nabi can be proud to call her favourite.”

Eve nodded. “Honestly, we were supposed to use this time to talk about King The Land, but you guys suddenly started arguing,” she told them. “In the script, after we put the chocolate puffs in the oven, we talk about King The Land.”

“We were having so much fun that we forgot we were here to work,” Junho said. “But Yoona can introduce it to the viewers.”

Yoona exclaimed, “What? Um, okay. Our show King The Land is about Gu Won, played by Junho-yah, and Cheon Sarang, played by me. Gu Won is in an inheritance battle with his noona over the family hotel conglomerate, The King Group. Sarang works as a hotelier in the hotel, which has been her dream since childhood. The two characters meet and have to work together despite having bad first impressions of each other.”

“It sounds fun,” Eve said.

“We had a lot of fun when we were filming,” Junho said. “Acting opposite Yoona was really fun and she’s an amazing actress.”

“Junho can be very comical and our chemistry made it easy to film together,” Yoona added.

“That’s nice. You’re both really good actors,” Eve complimented.

“You too. I watched The Little Mermaid and you did the dub for the speaking part also,” Yoona commented.

“I wasn’t supposed to,” Eve revealed. “When I auditioned, I thought it was just for singing. When I got to the audition site, I was handed the sheet music and asked to sing and I did. Then, I was suddenly asked to read the script for the scene where Ariel is explaining why she helped Eric, so I did. Then a few days later, I was told that I was going to do the singing and the voice acting.”

“That’s how good you are,” Junho concluded. “You were offered that part because they could see your talent.”

“You even have Ariel’s hair,” Yoona pointed out.

“I had to do this for Kill My Doubt. It wasn’t for the movie,” Eve said, playing with the ends of her hair.

“Let’s just say it was for the movie.”

“But your voice sounds very similar to the original actress, Halle Bailey,” Junho said. “I was so shocked.”

“The casting staff told me that, but I don’t hear it.” Eve shook her head. “I don’t think we sound alike. Maybe I’m crazy.”

“You must not have good hearing,” Yoona mused.

Eve pouted before noticing the camera director calling for her attention. “Ah, it’s been twenty-five minutes, so let’s check on the chocolate puffs.”

The three idols opened their respective ovens, taking their baking trays out. They checked over the colour of the pastry, deciding that it was good enough.

“Please switch off my oven, Junho,” Eve asked.

“Why don’t you know how to use an oven?” Junho asked as he switched off everyone’s oven. He stood up, standing on Eve’s right again.

“I don’t want to,” Eve answered. “Because when I was younger, I would ask Key oppa to help me with everything, but now that I’m older, I depend on him less and less. He doesn’t say anything, but I can tell he’s upset. So there are certain things I refuse to learn how to do.”

Yoona nodded. “That’s very thoughtful.”

“Yeah. Anyways, we need to let them cool down a little bit before we eat them otherwise they’ll be too hot.”

They talked more about King The Land as they waited for their pastries to cool down. Junho brushed Eve’s hair when it got in her face, Yoona making sure the younger girl didn’t accidentally touch the baking tray as it was still hot.

“I think it’s cooled now,” Yoona said.

“You’re right,” Eve agreed. “Please taste them.”

The two guests picked up one chocolate pocket each and took a bite. They both stopped moving when they tasted the food.

“This is really good,” Junho said, his voice dropping octaves.

Yoona groaned. “This is really nice! Wait a second.” She took another bite. “What is this?”

“I must make this at home,” Junho said. “This is crazy.”

Eve smirked as they freaked out over the dessert. “It’s what I do on Friday’s at four o’clock.” She shrugged. “It’s part of the job.”

“I’m so glad we made multiple.”

“But I think I’m going to need more,” Yoona said.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” Eve began, “but we need to wrap up now.”

“No,” Junho whined.

“We don’t want to go,” Yoona added, also whining.

“But you have to,” Eve said. “Please say your ending comments.”

“This was very fun. I hope the next time I’m here, the filming time is longer,” Junho said. “Nabi is a very good ho– Wait, are we supposed to be calling you Eve?” He asked her.

Eve shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Nabi is my name, Eve is a name. Just whatever you feel like.”

“Okay! She’s a very good host,” Junho continued. “And very funny so we had a lot of fun. Please remember to tune into King The Land on JTBC every Saturday and Sunday at ten thirty.”

“We’ve been filming a lot of promotional videos lately,” Yoona started, “so we’re a little tired, but being on That’s So Evie gave us newfound energy. I don’t know if it’s because we were baking or if it’s because we were baking with Nabi, but it was very energising. I hope the viewers continue to show That’s So Evie a lot of love and please also watch King The Land. Thank you.”

Eve clapped. “Thank you for coming to That’s So Evie amongst your busy schedules,” she thanked the two guests before facing the front camera. “I hope you enjoyed today’s video and please remember to watch King The Land.” She waved at the camera. “Bye! I love you!”

[Bonus footage

The story of how Junho and Yoona didn’t want to leave]

“No, but this was very fun,” Yoona said.

Eve hummed in agreement. “Now let’s all go.”

“I don’t want to, though.”

“Me too,” Junho agreed. “Let’s just stay.”

“We only booked this studio for an hour and we have fifteen minutes left,” Eve said, sounding exhausted. “We need to pack up all of our stuff and wash the dishes we used. We have to get going.”

“Are you tired?” Yoona asked.

“Go.”

“Are you kicking us out?” Junho asked. “I’m hurt.”

“I’m also hurt,” Eve whined. “Go.”

“Okay, okay.” Junho picked up his baking tray. “If you want us to leave that bad.” He and Yoona walked out of the frame.

“I love you!” Eve called out to them.

“We love you too!” Yoona replied over her shoulder.

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[not-quite-there-myself]

༉‧₊˚ "Happy Birthday, Master Attendant!"

Synopsis: It's been a tough, long year and your birthday rolls around before you know it. To your surprise, your Food Souls all teamed up to host a surprise party for you! But who exactly started the idea to throw you a party? Huh? B... Brownie? Notes: 2k+ words; can be seen as platonic or romantic; gender neutral Master Attendant; painfully self indulgent

REBLOGS & COMMENTS APPRECIATED!

"The restaurant's closed?"

You turn to Milk, confused. After gathering a few new recipes and ingredients with Milk, the two of you returned home for the day. To your surprise, the restaurant front was vacant and the window's curtains had been closed from the inside; it looks like the lights are off, too. There was also a "closed" sign on the restaurant's door just in case anyone didn't get the memo.

She nods, casually replying, "Yes, that's right." Strange, you think. On any regular day, the restaurant would be open and running—thanks to the help of your Food Souls, managing the restaurant was never too much trouble. The sun was still sitting in the sky, and the normal closing time was still hours away. You wondered if you managed to miss a scheduled off-day or something.

Both of you began walking to the side of the restaurant with the intent of entering the back door when Milk stops. "Ah, Master Attendant," she says. "I forgot to mention: Rice wanted to talk to you." Milk walks in front of you, heading to the restaurant area and gesturing for you to follow. "She's in the restaurant waiting for you."

You tilt your head. "Waiting for me?" But the lights in the restaurant are closed, you say internally. If Rice was still in there, wouldn't the lights be on?

Though it was a bit odd, you decided not to dwell on it and followed Milk into the restaurant from the back. Milk steps aside to let you enter first. Before you enter, Milk catches herself letting out a giggle. "Milk?" You turn to her, hand on the doorknob. "What's so funny?" Milk shakes her head, smiling apologetically. "Nothing, Master Attendant. Let's head inside."

You hesitate. "Alright..."

You furrow your brows as you open the door. It's dark, as you expected. What you don't expect is the lights turning on as soon as you enter.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MASTER ATTENDANT!"

The restaurant, filled with full of bright and familiar Food Souls, greet your surprised figure. You freeze in place, very clearly and effectively stunned.

"Oh, wow... I-I don't know what to say..." You look back at everyone, letting out a little laugh after seeing their expectant expressions. "Thank you guys so much! This is really sweet of you, you didn't have to do anything for my birthday." To be honest, you hadn't actually expected everyone to remember. Maybe they hadn't. But then, you wonder, who had?

There was a table nearby with a cluster of presents in all sorts of shapes, sizes, and wrapped in various kinds of coloured paper. Some of the Food Souls insisted you open the presents they got for you. You didn't open all of them right then and there though—there were just too many of them that you feared you wouldn't be able to use your arms the next morning. A good handful of the presents were handmade, and of course there were those who bought things you might like. You appreciated and treasured them all, even if sometimes some of them were a little questionable...

You didn't exactly get a cake. What you did get were several cakes in many flavours, shapes, sizes, and decorated with designs both intricate and simplistic. It honestly baffled you that there was so much variety of cake you weren't likely to eat all by yourself. But what fun would it be to eat a cake by yourself anyway? Not only was there a lot of cake though. Food was also way too much. Looking at it all made you worry just how many left overs you'll end up trying to cram in the fridge. Hopefully some Food Souls were big eaters...

The party is filled with music and laughter, a loud, cheerful atmosphere you'd usually expect from a party filled the room. Food Souls laughed and joked, sang, drank and danced; some of the younger Food Souls ran energetically around the room. Some others just sat and chatted the evening away. Everyone, even those who weren't always the most cheerful, seemed to enjoy themselves just fine. You couldn't help but smile at how nice it was to have everyone present on your birthday.

The sun had nearly set over the horizon and the party was slowly dying down. You decided that after clean up, you would get to the bottom of who was behind this pleasant surprise and thank them for their hard work. You spot Milk and Black Tea finishing up clearing tables and walk over to them.

"Hey guys," you say. Black Tea bows her head to you. "Greetings, Master Attendant." Milk smiles. "Good evening, Master Attendant. Did you have fun?" "Of course I did." You grin. "Say, I didn't think everyone would actually do anything like this for my birthday. Surely there must've been at least one or two Food Souls who planned this party in the first place... Could either of you tell me who it was?"

Black Tea's lips pressed into a thin line. "I must apologize, Master Attendant. The original organizer of your party specifically instructed us not to say anything."

You frown slightly, turning to Milk. But Milk just shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Master Attendant. I promised I wouldn't tell, either."

You sigh, defeated. "Could you at least give me a hint?"

The two hesitate before taking a moment to think.

"Ah, I know," Black Tea eventually says. "He's been with you for a very long time. Around the time you were new at being an attendant."

You frown. "When I was new? That could be anybody!" And it's been so long, I couldn't possibly remember who's been with me the longest. Milk and Black Tea give each other a look, and Milk adds, "He's also very polite and kind, and he tries his best for you everyday." Black Tea nods in agreement. "He's a certain... butler, of sorts." Your eyes widen at the realization. Hearing Black Tea and Milk talk so fondly of this person makes you feel bad for not figuring out who they were talking about right away.

"It's-!" You start, but a sudden voice cuts you off.

"Master Attendant?"

You turn around. Brownie is standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Speak of the devil, Black Tea thinks, smiling to herself. Milk picks up on Black Tea's reaction and giggles with a hand over her mouth.

Black Tea smirks, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Well, I think Milk and I shall retire for the night." The two ladies collect their remaining cleaning supplies, and they sneak a knowing look at you before swiftly exiting the room. Your face warms in slight annoyance for them suddenly leaving you alone with your birthday party's secret organizer.

The whole time, Brownie stood still at the door, remaining ignorant to the situation you were just in. He watches as Black Tea and Milk leave the two of you alone, then turns back to you with an eyebrow raised. The defeated look on your face prompts him not to ask you about it. Instead he says, "Did you enjoy yourself at the party?"

An amused smile appears on your lips. "It was as enjoyable as it could be, thanks to you as the planner."

"Ah." Brownie smiles bashfully. "You found me out."

You nod. "Did you really prepare this all for me?"

Brownie raises his brows, eyes widening slightly. "Oh, n-no no! Err, I mean yes, I... I may have done some planning. But it was Rice who told me when your birthday was." Brownie's eyes struggle to meet yours as he explains. "You never did tell me when your birthday was. Not exactly."

Last month, Brownie had asked about your date of birth out of curiosity. Somehow the topic came up in a conversation and you casually mentioned how your birthday was actually in the coming month. Because you didn't elaborate, Brownie decided not to ask you further. But, now knowing about your upcoming birthday, Brownie felt that he couldn't just sit around and do nothing.

"As your butler, I can do all manner of things," he says. "And..."

Brownie clears his throat.

"And... I wanted to make sure you were happy on your special day-"

You hug Brownie before he could finish. Brownie, who'd frozen in shock, slowly returns the hug.

"Thank you."

No words were needed to make your day a good one, never mind a whole party. Somehow Brownie already understood this, almost as if he could read your mind. Even so, the butler still felt a little guilty. You feel him shake his head, as you let go of him for a brief moment.

"Truth be told, Master Attendant, I haven't given you anything as a gift."

You gaped. "What are you talking about? Don't be modest, you organized a whole party for me!"

He shakes his head again. "That's different. The party was a group effort."

"But-" You start to protest, but Brownie knows you too well. Knowing you would protest, he sits you down on a nearby couch. Taking a seat alongside you, he effectively quiets you by taking your hands and squeezes them gently.

"I might not have anything prepared for you at this very moment, but whatever you wish is my command. It has always been my duty to serve and satisfy your every need. Today is no exception. So I ask you, Master Attendant, what would you like from me?"

The way he spoke so confidently all of a sudden caught you off-guard. If you were being honest, it flustered you a little. You paused to think about what you could possibly want right now, but nothing specific came to mind. A moment of silence goes by; Brownie sits still, waiting for your response. Finally, you say, "Okay, there might be something you can do for me."

Brownie, naturally eager to comply, gives you his full attention. "Yes?"

"Could you smile for me?"

Brownie, who is always prepared to fulfill your every wish, practically freezes. He blinks, stopping as if to thoroughly process what you'd just asked of him. He looks at you, blatant disbelief in his eyes.

"You... want me to smile?"

You nod.

"Well, if this is your command, then I'll just…"

Brownie takes a quick breath as if to prepare himself for an upcoming mission. Looking into your eyes, he musters up a close-mouthed yet endearing smile.

"You see, is this okay?"

You stare.

"Master Attendant?"

When you don't reply right away, Brownie's expression falters slightly and his eyes look off to the side, embarrassed by your intense gaze. His hands are still holding yours, so you're able to catch his fingers fidget. Vaguely aware of the smoothness of his gloves, it's only then do you register the warmth in his hands.

"...Master Attendant?" Brownie repeats, snapping you out of your daze. You blink. "Oh, s-sorry, Brownie. I didn't mean to stare, haha." Brownie shakes his head. "It's alright. I'm just, ah, not used to doing anything like that."

Brownie was always so proper, even stern at times. As much as others tried to tell him to relax a little, he never truly acted on it. So seeing him acting more laid back like this is sort of...

"You should smile more," you tell him. Brownie sat still, wide-eyed and flustered and at a loss for words. Eventually, he stutters out a reply, "I... I will try."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After the two of you made sure that the restaurant was nice and tidy for tomorrow, Brownie escorts you to your room. He waits for you to change into clothes more suited for sleeping and enters when you finish to tuck you into bed. You stifle a yawn. "Tired?" Brownie asks. You nod in response. "That surprise party took a lot out of me, hehe. I know I already said it before, but I can't help but thank you for doing this for me." The butler shakes his head.

Brownie had sat on the bed next to you, his posture upright and his gaze out the window. "I know you've had a difficult year," he says. "And I know how much pressure you put on yourself every day. You think you don't deserve things like this, and yet you continue to persist even when giving up sounds far more ideal. I can't help but feel conflicted when you say you aren't hardworking. I can see your strengths, and I know the other Food Souls do, too. It's... disheartening when you put yourself down." You can see him frown slightly as he talks. "You work so hard, I thought to make today feel like a reward for you. A day to really relax, destress and enjoy yourself." Brownie can feel your attention fixate on him; he continues with unexpected resolve, "You are more resilient than you realize, Master Attendant, and I wanted to make sure you didn't have to push yourself so much, at least for today." He pauses, taking some time to carefully think of what he wanted to say next.

"Now that you're turning a year older, I'm sure that that would take its toll on you, too, in one way or another." Brownie's gaze shifts to you. He takes your hands in his, just as he did in the restaurant, and slightly rubs his thumbs on the back of your hands. It felt... nice. Your face warms.

"I wanted to make sure that you truly were content on your special day. That you really, truly felt cared for and appreciated."

Brownie wasn't normally this talkative. At least, you didn't think so. You knew how much he tried to fulfill his duties as your butler, but you couldn't help but wonder if words of affirmation were included in his job description.

Was he always capable of giving you such strong praise?

You feel tears well up in your eyes. Brownie notices and wipes the tears away before you could. He gives you a soft smile, comforting you with a gentle embrace since he knows you enjoy hugs. He rubs your back, and you awkwardly laugh in his arms. He really did know you better than anyone else.

Brownie catches you staring a little too hard at his face again and closes his eyes, visibly embarrassed. "M... Master Attendant, you're staring again..."

You laugh as you cover your face into his chest. You couldn't help it. You rarely see him smile like that.

"Thank you, Brownie. I couldn't have asked for a better birthday."

[currantlee]

A Few Words on Unsolicited Criticism

Came across this and yeah... I wanna talk about it. (I know not reblogging is kinda rude, but I don't want any harrassment directed towards this person, and the best way to contribute to that is by not disclosing their identity. It doesn't matter for the point I'm gonna make anyway)

The mindset I can see in the post screenshotted above is, in my opinion, an extremely damaging one - both for the people receiving unsolicited criticism from people like this, as well as for these self-proclaimed critics themselves. How do I know? Well, because I used to be one of these kinds of people, and I'm so glad I got over that, both for the people I have hurt with this kind of behavior (if any of you are reading this, I'm still sorry) and those I would potentially have hurt if I kept going like this, as well as for my own wellbeing.

You see, this "criticism is always valid"-attitude stems from one mindset in my opinion (and that is if I'm being nice and disregard the entitlement-option): the mentality that everyone is (and should be) always trying to improve - which is not a great mentality to have, both for the people you are criticizing and your own work (if you engage in creative endeavours), as it can lead to perfectionism, which can, in turn, damage your ability to create.

The truth is, whether people are actively trying to improve or not is situational. You do not know what another person is going through or why they are even creating. They could be trying to improve their skills, but they could also be creating to vent. Or, you know, purely to have fun, see their ideas come to life or to distract themselves from the stress that is everyday life - which also constantly pushes us to get better. There are lots of reasons to create, and not everyone is trying to get better at all times - and that is completely valid! It doesn't make one any less of an artist, a writer, a videograph, ... if they're not actively trying to improve!

Also, for all you creatives out there: I don't actually think you should take criticism from anyone. First of all, not everyone is actually qualified to give constructive criticism which is a skillset of its own (though I do want to point out that pretty much everyone can point out things and / or make suggestions regarding your work, which can also be extremely helpful), and secondly, there is no ultimate recipe for helpful criticism. It varies from person to person. Some are better off taking criticism from people they're close with (for example folks with trust issues), while others fare better taking criticism from people they barely know (for example folks who persue a creative career and are working with / for people they barely know). Some are better off with criticism that includes a lot of jokes (for example folks who love to have fun while editing and can laugh about themselves without feeling bad), while others fare better with kindly worded criticism (for example folks who are currently working on self-esteem-issues).

Last but not least, I wanna talk about "don't like (it), don't read (it)" (and its variations such as "don't like, don't watch") a bit.

Fanwork is free entertainment, meaning no one wastes any money on it. Yes, there are some people who are actively trying to improve their skills, but a lot of us are just trying to have fun. Unless a fanwork (usually a fanfic or ongoing AUs) is held up like the second coming of Jesus by (parts of) a fandom (and therefore has a big impact) and / or taken very serious by its creator and / or the criticism is tied into the discussion of a bigger topic, for example pretty much every -ism-issue (including in fandom itself), queerphobia or misogny, meaning that the discussion revolves more around these issues than the actual work itself, unsolicited criticism is not only unwanted, but unnecessary. "Dont like (it), don't read (it)" also ties into audience entitlement, meaning the attitude that everything must be made for everyone (think: Penjamin Shapiebro reacting to the Barbie Movie) which is especially common in people that are privileged and don't acknowledge it, when the reality is that you can never please everyone. Therefore not every creative work can or must be made for everyone. If you don't like a work, more often than not it's not because that work is actually bad, but because it's just not for you. That's what "don't like it, don't read it" means: it's okay to dislike something and move on from it, even if it's for no obvious reason. It's a statement that's both empowering to creators and to audiences if you take like this.

In other words: the only thing in this conversation that's "idiotic" in my opinion is unsolicited criticism because it usually helps absolutely no one.

[aliasrocket]

WIPS / REQUESTS. ౨౿ ⋆ ｡ ˚ this was long due and I originally didn’t want to do this but since I’ll be away for a while, I was thinking I should let you guys know I visit these all the time. They’re called wips / requests bc some of these are actually already in the making.

DISCLAIMER : I will be excluding the more disturbing requests for everyone’s sake. here’s if you’re curious about what I mean. (it involves … rocket and cosmo.)

request status : closed.

if you end up using any of these, please tag me so I can reblog and the anons might be able to see their request get fulfilled <33

fluff.

rocket has dreams of his s/o / reader meeting in different situations and being happy; dreams of them in college and coffee shops. — anon

reader tries to get closer to rocket by sharing his interests with him, like watching him make gizmos even though you can’t understand his technobabble but you encourage him anyway. — anon

reader knows only a bit about rocket’s backstory but he wakes up from a bad nightmare one night and he tells her what happened in full, and she comforts him and lets him know that she loves him and doesn’t think he’s any of the bad things he says about himself. — anon

rocket and reader take care of the baby raccoons together. — anon

angst.

reader and rocket get into a fight and stop talking for months, and when they meet again, reader is pregnant with someone else’s baby. — anon (2 anons requested this.)

rocket gets infatuated with reader after a night of drunken sex that ended with rocket crying to her about his past. he wants to have a relationship with you and you turn him down, which turns him into an even bigger asshole. one of the guardians asks reader to reach a resolution with him, and reader obliges because she don’t hate him and she even finds him attractive but she’s not ready to open herself up to him. reader offer him physical intimacy (pity sex) and of course it doesn’t end well for both of them. —anon on ao3

nsfw.

‘full fic’ of the drabble where rocket was introduced to bdsm, ‘full smut’ of reader being tied up and stopped from cumming. (I’m assuming anon meant cum control?) — anon

rocket builds sex toys to use on reader. — anon

rocket x reader smut where reader is helping to rebuild knowhere and rocket distracts her. — anon

rocket acting ravenous while giving reader cunnilingus. — @ajthefurry

rocket giving reader head, teasing, overstimulating her, holding her thighs/hips down, making her cum, etc. Bonus: hickeys on her thighs. — @caesarhamato22 <3

rocket and reader 69ing for 69 followers celebration. (this was so long ago I am so sorry) — anon

five times rocket and reader were almost caught and the one time they actually were. — anon

five times rocket and reader almost get spicy and one time they do. rocket and reader are finally getting comfortable with being physically intimate with each other (been making eyes at each other and such) but keep getting interrupted/being under attack/are on a mission and “it’s definitely not the right time.” — anon on ao3

general.

reader is quill’s older sister, smart, good at fighting and rocket and reader know each other when rocket captures quill in vol 1. — anon

reader is a fox humanoid who is an ex-ravager who betrays yondu alongside quill who is their good friend. She’s also a looter, and they both have bounties on their head. Takes place in vol 1. — anon

posessive (almost back go classic yanderish) cute rocket x reader. — anon (whoever requested this, thank you anon, I will try to take care of myself between writing and drawing. <3)

rocket x male reader — anon

rocket x male reader where rocket died in the thanos snap and reader helps bring him back after 5 years. smut ensues. — @ero-manga-sensei

reader gets badly hurt during a mission, and they’re mistakes have happened before but it wasn’t this bad. everyone is worried but rocket worries the most. — anon on ao3

reader pines for rocket but knows he has his own issues and doesn’t think her feelings are reciprocated. she’s rather close with the guardians and one night they play ‘truth or dare’ or ‘never have I ever’ and maybe drinks can be involved. it turns out rocket pines for reader too. — @alylee-s on ao3 <3

mutual pining between reader and rocket; reader is well-liked in knowhere but thinks he’s out of her league because he’s one of the guardians and he’s the captain and very talented and she’s just a normal person. rocket feels the same way for reader, but thinks he’s out of her league because he’s just some psychopath’s experiment who’s also kind of a dick. Shenanigans and misunderstandings ensues, along with smut. — Glynnavyre on ao3.

headcanons.

general headcanons of rocket — @love-for-faeries-go-burrrr <3

rocket with a plus sized reader. — anon

[superconductivebean]

Hey, I only saw now that you reblog the otp asks! So 2,3 and 29 for my fav ot3? 😁

Have a nice day!

!!!!! lesbians [link to the game]

2. Big Spoon / Little Spoon

Imelda likes to cuddle both of them, so I guess she's the big one. Julia is perpetually sandwiched. Poppy does both but envies Julia a tad bit.

She understands she will be late for work if she gets to be in the middle. She doesn't care.

3. Hogs the cover / Loves to cuddle

Julia steals covers and Imelda steals clothes. They have three blankets. Julia makes a dakimakura shape out of the two but at least the third is for everyone. They have a fourth one though.

Poppy clings to her garments but essentially, as the gurls are all physically affectionate towards each other, she sacrifices them to Imelda anyway.

29. Who is the better cook?

In terms of simple+fast, Imelda.

fast+tasty, Julia.

simple+tasty, Poppy.

It isn't to say Imelda doesn't know how to cook, it's that her food is a utility to get through the day. If she has more time, she can put together a small fiesta but that might spawn the rest of the Reyes family the moment Imelda sends an owl asking for recipe help.

[fiyaerrigan]

Ooh, fun options! 7, 8 and 25 please!

re: this FUUUUUUUUCK. SHIT. I swear I had opinions on these when I reblogged this post, lmao. Time to dredge up the remnants of them with my horrible memory. Oh! Also I'm answering this re: Shadowhunters? I felt the need to specify that, lol. Anyways, if you're reading this and disagree with me please be kind and choose to respond in a way that facilitates dialogue instead of discourse? pleasepleasepleeeeease I am so weak i am begging you

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7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

IIRC, I started reading SH fic before I watched the actual show, for some reason? (i think I wanted to, like, not get absorbed in the source material and have a Brand New Fandom to deal with. That totally worked out for me, lmao) Anyways, fic!Maryse and fic!Clary are two completely different characters when it comes to canon versus fandom treatment of them (IMO at least) which is valid! Everyone has their own interpretations of stuff! But I definitely got whiplash when it came to watching the show and getting pure ~vibes~ from fic alone.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

THAT ALEC IS BAD AT COOKING BECAUSE OF THE STEW SCENE. ALEC FOLLOWS DIRECTIONS. HE FOLLOWS THE RECIPE. I REFUSE TO BELIEVE HE FUCKED UP ON THAT PART. ALEC IS STUBBORN. HE WILL DO SHIT UNTIL HE IS GOOD AT IT (see: archery training etc). HE KEEPS WORKING AT IT AND HE IMPROVES, MAGNUS SAYS SO! HE IS NOT INHERENTLY A KITCHEN NIGHTMARE LIKE IZZY (MY QUEEN, WHO I HC as maybe getting a little too ~experimental~ in her culinary endeavors but she's passionate! And stubborn! And that's what counts, damn it!) BUT IF HE'S FOLLOWING THE RECIPE OF SOMETHING AND THE RECIPE SUCKS, HE'S GONNA GET SUCKY FOOD!!!

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

POINT THE FIRST That Magnus was in the wrong for breaking up with Alec over the Soul Sword Disaster! Guys, he had valid reasons and the stakes were HIGH!!!! To me it definitely came across as a "I don't want to do this but I *have* to do this" type situation, especially with how he acted after the breakup was said and done. Like, Alec and Magnus each had their own reasons for doing what they did, but Magnus' reasoning of "oh shit we're at war and this could mean the death of my people" isn't somehow less valid because the initial decision to break up was perhaps a bit in-the-moment.

POINT THE SECOND Fandom getting pissy over show!Alec having hazel eyes, to the point where they insist that show!'verse (fic) Alec must have blue eyes. Like, I get that in the books there's a *whole thing* about Alec having blue eyes, but that's not the same universe!

Eyes are just eyes and no one can control the eye color they get at birth, but (by creating characters that have a certain eye color and then going out of the way to refer to these characters as attractive or draw attention to their eyes specifically) media creates this sort of forced importance of something that's literally completely up to chance IRL, which then IMO bleeds out into fandom via an insistence to, like, reinforce the importance of that feature via literally changing the canon so that it represents one bodily feature over another.

(also recently learned that tumblr, being tumblr, apparently has a thing about "if you have blue eyes then you're [insert negative trait here] and no! that is not what I am saying! my whole thing I'm trying to convey is about letting body features be body features and not a signifier of something else!!!!!!)

[feelingnom]

KABOCHA MOCHI LOAF!!!!! with sesame coconut topping.

this was originally going to be pumpkin mochi loaf with black sesame swirl which i saw someone on tumblr reblog the recipe for and i was like i need that in my mouth immediately—and because one of my friends is gluten free i’ve been looking for more gf recipes—but plans changed. Namely because in japan they do not really have pumpkin anywhere! definitely not canned pumpkin, but that was OK because i got to roast this kabocha and gut it and toast the seeds (which did not taste very good but maybe that was user error and not gourd variation).

kabocha is kinda like pumpkin in that it’s a gourd and also when i went to the grocery store and saw it with a sign that said happy halloween next to it i assumed it was pumpkin. technically kobocha is any kind of winter squash (so it can be a western pumpkin!) but this was definitely a little different than what i was expecting.

side note: i love the words gourd and squash! like what do you mean gourd and squash? you’re making squash bread? are you gonna squash it? gorge on some gourd, why don’t you?

i didn’t want to acquire black sesame when i had regular sesame at home and they taste the same so i just used what i had! also could not properly grind up the sesame (though i tried in the blender and with a rolling pin (neither worked)) so we improvised and it was yum sooooo

anyways, this was made for tokyo film nightttt! which we left way too early after but was fun. we watched “the thing” which i still need to think about some more. some crazy parts and some insane special effects.

showed up with half of this loaf gone though because i maybe had a piece or two before everyone else… and because i gave a slice to liz who was feeling sick! but worry not because everyone got goodies and treats and there was enough of this warm seasonal gourdy squashed bread to go around.

[screechthemighty]

Did I really finish this fic this fast? Me @ me WHO ARE YOU

Anyways thank you guys for all the support with this fic!! I'm so glad everyone has enjoyed it. I've got more God of War coming (including one that touches on events in this fic) so there's that to look forward to! Until then, here's the final chapter of "the balance of life is in the ripe and ruin"! If you missed the first two parts, you can check the tag “fic: the balance of life is in the ripe and ruin” on my blog OR you can check out the AO3 link in a reblog!

the balance of life is in the ripe and ruin: part 3/3

content warnings: discussions of OCD; grief due to family loss; major spoilers for ragnarok. also, this fic contains a few references to an older fic of mine, "bittersweet", but you can understand this fic without having read that one.

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Spring returned. To say that everyone was relieved would be an understatement. Half a dozen parties were thrown just to celebrate the flowers blooming. Sindri was sure the mid-spring celebrations were going to be massive. He hadn’t decided if he’d be attending, but it was probably a good sign that he was considering it.

It was definitely a good sign that he was strong enough to go through Brok’s things. He wasn’t sure if he’d find what he was looking for, but it was strangely liberating to try. The grief was still there, but it was livable. It wouldn’t stay livable forever, but Sindri intended to take advantage for as long as he could.

Someone knocked on the front door before opening it. Sindri glanced up. “Oh, hey, Kratos,” he said. “Nothing broken today, I hope?”

“Nothing of mine.” Kratos stepped inside. “Are you well?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m okay, just…” Sindri glanced down at the objects he’d already unearthed. “...it’s a long shot, but I was going to see if Brok had written down the recipe for that, uh, ‘brew’ of his. He’d probably want me to keep inflicting it on the world, you know?”

“Hmm.” Kratos was quiet for a moment. It was the kind of quiet that usually preceded him saying something shockingly profound, but today…

“Atreus is back.”

Those three words felt like ice water being dumped down his shirt. “He…he’s okay?”

Krtatos nodded. “He asked about you. I told him you were well, but I did not make any promises.” His voice stayed neutral, but Sindri still got the feeling he was wary. “Do you wish to speak to him?”

Sindri did and he didn’t. He wanted the rift mended, but he didn’t want to see the pain in Atreus’s eyes and remember that he’d caused it. Or worse, he didn’t want the anger he’d felt that day to come back. Maybe It hadn’t really gone away. Maybe it had just been hiding. What if…

No. No more what ifs. You won’t know until you talk to him.

He’d been doing a lot of things he that scared him lately. What was one more?

“Yeah,” Sindri said. “Yeah, I do.”

That wound couldn’t stay open forever.

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Sindri could still remember the moment he found out Faye had died. He remembered the way Atreus’s features became suddenly, painfully familiar when he said Faye was his mother. He looked so much like her, especially in the eyes. It was almost like seeing her ghost sometimes.

Does it hurt? That he looks so much like her?

He couldn’t remember when he’d had that conversation with Kratos. It was during one of the less productive days as they sat outside. He remembered feeling guilty for asking, but desperately needing to know. He was stuck in the memories of that day again. He kept fixating on how everything had hurt so much more when it was coming from the almost-ghost of someone he’d…

Yes, Kratos, I guess I was a little in love with your wife.

Faye never would have hurt him like that. He’d just assumed that Atreus never would. Then Brok died. Then every mishap and mistake between him and Atreus had become kindling on the fire. In hindsight, it felt like he’d lost two people that way. His brother for the second, more permanent time. Faye for a second time, in spirit, because he could no longer view Atreus as an extension of her.

But how did that work, when he still had her eyes?

Kratos had shaken his head. Only when he uses her words to win an argument. He’d actually smiled then, a sight that had not grown less strange even as it became more common. He is like her, yes, but…he is my son. That is all he has to be.

The conversation kept running through Sindri’s head as he stood in front of the gateway to the Wildwoods.

Brok’s death had cleared a lot of the glamor away from their friendship. Sindri was still afraid of the pain, the anger, the grief coming back, but more than that, he was scared of the unknown. What was left, now that those ties to Faye had been burned away? Am I going to recognize who I see out there?

Sindri took a deep breath and stepped through.

It was quiet, except for the soft crunching of footsteps. A figure paced back and forth in front of the house. There was a split second where Sindri didn’t recognize him, but when he did…

“...did you grow more?”

Atreus froze.

He had grown more, though it was hard to tell how much without Kratos for a point of comparison. He was wearing different clothes, too, with unfamiliar embroidery–probably something he picked up during his travels, and now the only thing he had left that fit. Sindri could still see elements of his old clothes, though. Same furs, same red and gold cloth around his waist. His hair was still mostly shaved, but had gotten longer in the middle. And his eyes…

They weren’t Faye’s eyes anymore.

When they lit up with excitement, Sindri saw someone else entirely: the young boy who’d come racing to the shop with an armful of scavenged materials and a thousand stories tumbling out of him. Who’d vanished for months (Kratos’s idea, as it turned out) before showing back up, tripping over his now longer legs, excitedly yelling, Sin, you’ve gotta see this - !

Maybe the year had finally let Atreus fully grow into his own skin. Maybe Sindri’s heart was finally letting go of old ghosts. Maybe it was both things. It didn’t matter.

All he saw was Atreus.

“...hi,” Atreus said, his excitement starting to fade into fear.

“Hi,” Sindri said.

Atreus’s eyes darted around, as if searching Sindri’s face for danger. “Do you, uh…” He gestured clumsily behind him. Someone had set up a bench outside. “Sit…?”

“Sure. Yeah.” It probably wouldn’t make this easier, but standing didn’t feel right, either.

Sindri took the bench; Atreus sat on the ground a safe distance away, cross-legged and tense. “I’m sorry I missed the funeral,” he said.

“Don’t be,” Sindri said immediately. “It’s…you know, with how things were…”

“You wouldn’t have wanted me there.”

Cutting right to the chase, then. He really could be like his father sometimes. “Probably not,” Sindri admitted. “But I do want you here now. I mean it. What happened wasn’t your fault. I know what I said, but…I was angry, and I was wrong. I’m sorry.”

The yard fell silent. Atreus stared down at his shaking hands. “It wasn’t your fault either, you know,” he said quietly.

…fuck.

Sindri hadn’t even realized he was holding back tears until then. He wasn’t full on ugly sobbing, at least. “Yeah,” he managed, the word coming out in a strained croak. “I…almost believe that.” He wiped the tears away. “I’m getting there.”

Atreus moved a little closer, but still kept some distance. “You weren’t entirely wrong,” he said. “I wasn’t always a good friend. But…I promise I never meant to hurt you or take advantage of anything.” He met Sindri’s eyes. His voice didn’t tremble, even though his hands still did. “I’m sorry for what I did. And I promise I’ll be better. I swear.”

He looked so much more mature, but…he was still the same kid who’d come barreling into Sindri’s life four years ago.

He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed that kid.

“I forgive you,” Sindri said, less because it had to be said and more because it had to be heard. “And I promise I’ll do better, too.”

He didn’t hesitate to get off the bench and hold his arms out, which said a lot about where his head was at. Atreus looked surprised, but he didn’t hesitate very long. He’d gotten so tall that he basically engulfed Sindri without trying to. For once, Sindri didn’t mind. “I forgive you,” Atreus said, his voice thick with tears. And it was so good to hear. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Tre.”

Atreus laughed. “That still sounds weird.”

“You’re right, it does.” Something finally fit as they pulled away from the hug; not just the wound starting to heal, but a realization of what was missing. The last piece he needed to finish the floors.

“Hey, I know you just got back, but there is…one thing you can maybe help me with?”

Atreus nodded. “Yeah. Of course. Name it.”

“It’s kind of a weird one.”

“So’s dragging you around Midgard looking for hidden prophecies.”

“Good point.” It still felt weird to say aloud, but he pushed through. He was getting good at that. “I’ve been…doing some remodeling…”

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In the end, it was him, Kratos, and Atreus.

He could have invited Lúnda, but after how things went at Ragnarök, it seemed better that it was just the three of them.

The work went quickly with three sets of hands. Soon, the floor was finished–almost too soon. It felt like the task should have been more monumental. Harder.

But he guessed the pain wasn’t entirely absent.

Kratos had taken off the Draupnir spear ring. He turned it over and over in his hands. “Brok followed me into Helheim,” he said quietly, “when Atreus was ill. I would not have been able to leave without his help. And when I asked him to bless this…” He held the ring tightly in one hand. “May this weapon strike true. May it be wielded with wisdom. May it be put down when its job is done.” Kratos nodded, his voice growing softer. “A blessing worth having.”

Sindri hadn’t heard about that, but in a strange way, that sounded exactly like his brother.

“...he named his pack beast Fucking Gratitude,” Atreus said suddenly. “He…” His voice broke. It was hard to tell if he was laughing or crying. “He called her Fucking Gratitude and he ate her later.”

Yeah, that sounded like Brok, too.

Sindri cracked too, first one disbelieving snort, then actual laughter as Atreus started laughing. Sindri soon wasn’t sure if he was laughing or crying, either, but the feeling wasn’t…painful. Not as painful as he’d expected.

At some point, they calmed down. Atreus had to lean against his father; the redness in his eyes said he’d definitely been crying, but he was smiling, too. Sindri figured he probably looked the same. The pain and blessing of memory.

Something else slid into place. Another right time realization.

“Hey, uhm.” Sindri wiped the tears from his eyes. “Kratos knows about some of this, but…I went to the Lake of Souls after Brok died. And I…I saw Faye.”

Atreus’s head shot up. Kratos straightened up, which was a pretty extreme reaction coming from him. “You’re certain?” Kratos said.

“Yeah.” I’d know her anywhere, he thought, but that felt like a weird thing to say to her husband, so Sindri pressed on. “She wanted me to tell you that she loves you and she’s proud of you. She’s so proud of you both.”

It was quiet again. Sindri expected more tears, but strangely, there weren’t. Atreus tucked his knees up to his chest, looking both more vulnerable and soothed. Kratos smiled, and for once it didn’t look so strange.

For a second, SIndri could’ve sworn there were five people in the room. Those left behind, and the two they carried with them.

Never far away, just like Faye had said.

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He moved back into the house full time a few weeks later.

He kept Brok’s hammer in its place and sat with the memories. The pain that came with them was only an ache now. Livable. The culmination of love.

One day, he crossed where the spot used to be and didn’t think twice about it.

One day, he knew he’d never think about it again.

[pkmnnursecass]

Ciao!

Hey there Rotomblr! I saw some of my coworkers talking about this app, so I decided to try it out! Name’s Cassidy, but you can call me Cass! I’m a big fan of She/Her pronouns, so use those for me if you'd please! I’m an aide down at that new Pokémon Center in Freezington, Galar. Nice to meet everyone!

Here’s my Trainer Card and a pic of me! Hope you can see them- I still have no idea how this site works lmao

Anyway, I'm from Castelia City in Unova! I spent a few years studying abroad in Kalos, and now I'm working in the Crown Tundra at the new Center they set up! I loooove astrology, cooking (especially curry), reading, movies and cardgames!!! I still don’t know a lot about Pokémon, but I’m good at taking care of them! I hope so, anyway. Lemme talk a little bit about my own!

Valentine - Ribombee: my first partner! I caught her when my family was vacationing in Alola way back. She's soooo adorable, and helps me out at the Center a ton!!

Chime - Chingling: my second Pokémon! I found him while studying in Kalos. He's more like emotional support for me, honestly. He's just as cute as Val!

Chansey: I got her from my employer (which I guess is the region???? Idk). She's very cool, and I think we work well together!

Lumi - Metang: Lumi was given to me by a friend in Kalos! They don't understand Galarian very well...and I'm no good at Kalosian...but I think they like it up here!! And they help out a lot!!!

Cheri - Spritzee: My newest team member!!! I caught her in Hammerlocke during my vacation (it keeps happening lol) She's super sweet!!!

That’s all for now! I can share my dreams and aspirations later, lol. Feel free to talk to me about anything- Pokémon, life, good recipes, movie recs, card games…like I said, anything!!!! It’s real lonely up here in the tundra, so any interaction is welcome!

Ciao! 🩷

(OOC stuff under the cut \/)

Update 1/7/24: Decided to update this, to offer more information and just generally be less cluttered! Also got rid of Cass' middle name, because that was lame and I forgot about it

Howdy! This is a Pokemon IRL Blog run by @skrelpson. As such, there's a major unreality warning for all of it! This blog runs off of mainly game/anime canon, with a sprinkle of headcanons throughout! Maybe I'll talk more about that later. idk!

Rules .｡.:*☆:

No NSFW! If you send any asks in that nature, you'll be blocked.

Magic Anons are off! They'll probably stay off, too. Just not comfy with that...yknow yknow

Pelipper Mail is on...ish! You can send things in, but please nothing like surprise gift Pokemon. Cass isn't equipped to deal with that right now! I will just ignore any mail that doesn't really jive with what's going on.

This is a low stakes blog! Cass might get into minor events, but for the most part it's just chill vibes in the tundra.

Speaking of, if you'd ever want to include me in some sort of RP (again, mainly low-stakes!), feel free to DM me! Just like specify what's going on. My writing RP skills are kinda rusty, but I can make it work! :]

Sapient Pokemon and the like can interact!

Basic DNI critera- Transphobes, racists, anti-seminists...etcetera...

In general, I'm not a very outgoing person. I gotta work up a lotta courage to try and talk to people! Especially people I don't know! And it might take me time to respond to a reblog, message, etc...it doesn't mean I don't want to interact! I'm just terrified of being online :p

Any ask game I reblog will be permanently open!!! Feel free to send in asks for any of them. Since that sounds a little daunting, here's a list of all the ones I've reblogged! Just PLEASE please please please include the question and not just the emoji...PLEASE

(I'll update this like...once every other month or something)

Find Out the Little Things!

Press A to Interact (This one doesn't really have a name? Ack sorry)

Roto Leak!

Pokéblr Ask Game

Curry Ingredient Ask Game

Assign a Pokémon Ability

Favorite Pokémon for Each Type

Sharing Story Aspects You're Excited For (I would label this one Pen(ny) for your thoughts if I wasn't a coward)

The ID was made using Pokecharm’s legacy Trainer Card Maker

The Picrew can be found here: [Link]

PREVIOUS ARCS (+Tags!)

The Lime Water Saga - a joke arc about Cass putting too many lime slices in her water bottle. Can be found under #lime water saga

Vocational Vacation - Cass tours Galar! She visits landmarks, takes pictures of ponies, and doesn't see the northern lights. Found under #vocational vacation arc

[kawaiikenna]

I posted 808 times in 2022

That's 808 more posts than 2021!

32 posts created (4%)

776 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@stealingyourbones

@rainybyday

@tourettesdog

@ashoutinthedarkness

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2

I tagged 324 of my posts in 2022

#danny phantom - 261 posts

#dp x dc - 215 posts

#danny fenton - 198 posts

#dc - 139 posts

#prev tags - 118 posts

#dc x dp - 118 posts

#batman - 110 posts

#dp - 108 posts

#dc comics - 96 posts

#jason todd - 86 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#this fic doesnt just live in my head rent free its rattling the contents of my head around like a maraca and will not let me rest until i m

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

A thought I cannot get out of my head.

Since the Fenton parents use guns a lot and the kiddos use them plus the Thermoses, they have pretty damn high marksmanship. Danny even more so with the use of his ectoblasts. So anyways, I really just want all the moments where Team Phantom is cornered as a civilian and they whip out guns. Fully under self defense but they just amaze people around them. They can hit all of the non vital spots, are able to make the shots to knock the weapons out of the assailants’ hands, those kinds of things.

Like I just want them to show off their marksmanship. All four of them, Sam, Danny, Jazz, and Tucker, all have concealed carry permits. I just want them to whip out guns and the batfam are not entirely sure what to think about them.

Idk. This sounded way cooler in my head. -_-;;;;

1,804 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

#4

Dick seeing Tim on his phone waiting outside of a store and tries talking to him. Gets ignored but continues talking anyway.

Tim walking up to Dick: Hey I didn’t realize you were coming here too.

Dick stops talking and stares at the other teen. Then looks back to the one he had been talking too.

Dick, in all his vintage meme knowledge: Wait a minute, who are you?

Gothic girl walks out of the store and the teen in question walks away, hand in hand, with her.

Tim: Did you just mistake a random stranger as me? Again Dick?

Dick: I’ve been bamboozled again. You know what? It’s been a long day and I probably haven’t slept in as long as you.

Tim, grinning: I doubt that but ok.

In the distance;

Sam: Did you just get mistaken for a Wayne by one of the Wayne kids? Again? It’s been only a week since we came to Gotham.

Danny: You know what? I stopped questioning it after two failed kidnappings, five reporters trying to talk to me, and at least another dozen people trying to get my autograph. At least there aren’t any ghost attacks here.

Sam: Amen to that.

~~~

A continuation of this post. Thanx for the support everyone!! X3

2,037 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

#3

Me in the shower: imagine if Danny just went and offered Jason a ecto friendly snack and was like;

Danny: You’re not you when you’re hungry.

With Jason just being wtf? Where did this child spawn from???

Danny: Please just eat the snack. You’re making me hungry just from looking at you.

Jason: *accepts the snack but is very concerned and confused.*

Based on that one head cannon/post about how pit rage is caused by hunger.

2,256 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

#2

Adding to this post.

Danny now has several different recipes that he regularly cooks for Jason. He also stops by at least once a week to drop off food and snacks. And at this point the eldritch teen king has kinda just adopted the vigilante. There are times where Jason ends up forgetting to eat so he sends a text to Danny basically ordering food/snacks.

Batfam chilling on a roof. Jason on his phone texting Danny.

Jason: I forgot to eat again, could you bring me some of those pastry puffs?

Danny: Yeah sure, be there soon.

One of the batfam: Who you texting?

Jason, not looking up from his phone: Ordering Grubhub. Should be here soon.

-portal suddenly rips open next to Jason. Danny pokes his head through and hands Jay a paper bag-

Danny: Here’s the puffs, I also packed some normal foods cause I know you didn’t bring anything with you.

Jason, pulling out a puff and eating it whole, eyes glow a bit from the ectoplasm intake: Thanx.

-Danny goes back into the portal and it closes. Batfam is extremely confused at the exchange and is completely baffled at what just happened. Jason just shrugs and continues to eat his ecto-infused pastry puffs-

2,432 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Bat kids all going to the mall and agree to meet back up later.

Dick gets to their meeting spot and sees Tim on his phone: *chatters on about random things he saw in the stores*

Other bat kids joining. Casual civilian conversations start up. They’re just waiting on Steph.

Steph walks up with a black haired blue eyed teen: Hey guys sorry we’re late. Timmers here just had to go into the pawn shop to look at the antique cameras.

Everyone staring at Tim and then looking back to the other kid, who’s still on his phone. Then looking back at Tim. Before anyone can say anything;

Sam yelling from the other side of the food court: Danny!

Danny looks up and pulls his headphones out: Yeah?! *notices the group surrounding him* Uhh, hi?

Much confusion but Danny still just gets up and walks away.

Tucker: Dude! Why were you hanging out with the Wayne’s?

Danny, continuing to walk away: How the hell am I supposed to know?

Batfam: *confused noises*

3,206 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

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[houjichaya]

YOU REBLOGGED IT SO I'M TAKING THAT AS OPEN INVITATION

51 + 99 you know the pairing

You would, wouldn't you?

Tbh, I had a sneaking suspicion that you'd see it on your dash at some point, but I didn't expect it to happen quite so soon. (My mental preparation wasn't enough, it seems.)

Anyway, 51 (Accidentally Married) + 99 (Magical Accidents). It's too late to pretend that I have no idea what pairing it is, huh?

"I now pronounce you wife and wife," the priest says, smiling as he looks upon the almost-newlyweds with a kind look in his eyes. Unfortunately for him and everyone else involved in the ceremony, he only makes it partway through his next line before disaster strikes.

He manages three words -- "you may now" -- before promptly disappearing in a rush of ominous black smoke that fills the cathedral almost as quickly as the screams of the almost-newlyweds as well as their guests.

A loud explosion and two identical yelps courtesy of Rise and Aya later, black smoke begins to fill the first floor of their headquarters at an alarming rate. The four occupants of the main hall cough to clear their lungs. Ryuunosuke and Aya rush to open the windows. Rise, likely having the same thought, attempts to do the same, but only manages to trip over something and fall flat on her face.

Aya doesn't fair much better. It's hard to say what happens, exactly, but she walks into something hard and sturdy -- the wall maybe? -- and squeaks when she feels something grab her shoulders. In her surprise, she takes a step back, which is clearly the wrong move, because somehow it ends up with her falling.

"--kiss the bride," the priest finishes as the smoke finally clears, and Rise and Gaku turn towards him in surprise. But before either of them can say anything like ask him who he is and how he got inside their guild's HQ, something else catches their attention: their two friends are sprawled on the ground, locked at the lips.

"Aya-tan!" Rise exclaims, scrambling to run over to them, but Gaku quickly reaches out to stop her. At the same time, Ryuunosuke jumps away, blushing furiously up to the tips of his ears, apologizing over and over, while Aya just waves her hands in an attempt to reassure him. Her cheeks are roughly ten times redder. Both of them, for whatever reason, seem to be emitting a faint golden aura.

"Oh, it looks like the two of you are married now," the priest says, in the same tone that one might use to talk about the weather.

Naoya chooses this exact moment to poke her head into the room, her glasses slightly askew. "Oh, good. I seem to have caused a bit of a mess while attempting a new recipe for beef stew, but everyone looks fine." She pauses, tilting her head to the side. "You didn't mention to expect a guest."