#but mostly I want gumbo

[milfzatannaz]

I just saw a Korean food influencer make an entire soul food spread for her parents to try for the first time and I was SO awed and flattered. she specifically used recipes from black chefs and her food looked gooooood. I love cross cultural exchange man

[direwombat]

The season of spooky just beamed the concept of sybille "on the run because I killed my daddy. Brutally" la roux and jacob "archetypal 'cabin in the woods'-slasher type serial killer" seed and as much as i'd like it to be a full blown horror where syb unwittingly uses jacob's cabin as a safehouse, thinking it was abandoned, and he torments her there...

...but i also know in my heart syb deserves a santa clarita diet style dark comedy au about her and jacob both evading the law and they end up fake married in rural montana and also jacob is still killing people

[the-xolotl]

Sweet, Soft Shadow Man

Alastor x gn!Reader & Al’s Shadow

♡ Itty bitty snip

♡ a/n: i feel like i’ve only been writing smut recently so here’s something soft

summary: Alastor’s shadow adores you, because Alastor adores you, but he’s a lot more reserved with his feelings. His shadow on the other hand has little qualms about showing affection or responding to yours, and maybe Al feels a little jealous.

♡ TAGS: sfw, domestic fluff, slight jealousy, some banter, no use of y/n, latine coded reader lowkey.

One thing to get use to as you and Al had begun dating was his shadow constantly hovering around you anywhere you went where Alastor himself wasn’t. At first it had felt smothering, like he didn’t trust you alone or like you couldn’t defend yourself, when you in fact very much can. You’d roll your eyes every time you caught the shadowy figure out if the corner of your eye or even tried to get it to go back to Alastor but of course it only listened to its master and would stare at your blankly with the holes that are supposed to be his eyes.

However, as you got to know it and Alastor you realized it wasn’t that that your lover thought you couldn’t look after yourself. No, what you came to realize (and kept to yourself because it’s much too precious) is that Alastor is a proud man ok not that, you knew that very well but that he has his peculiar way of showing affection, one way was to keep his shadow with you when he himself couldn’t. His pride got in the way of him being outwardly affectionate towards you even after courting, properly asking you be his partner and all the time spent together, he still kept to himself a lot simply reciprocating what you initiated. But having the one thing that’s an extension of himself guard you and keep you company was one of the first tokens of care he’d given you.

Thereafter this discovery you didn’t mind it as much, in fact, you even gave it a name; Sombra. You grew very fond of the curious creature that mostly kept itself to surfaces or even in the silhouette of your shadow. It made you giggle every time Sombra did, because you could feel an odd, ghostly weight on your person when it did despite being in its intangible form. Sombra,you also found, is very animated with you. It showed a lot of emotion: joy, sadness, excitement etc. And it didn’t always smile like Alastor did, it could frown, or have a neutral expression. The more you got to know it, the more you became attached to it and it to you. Where to even without Alastor sending it to you, Sombra came to you out of its own accord or even when you called it.

While not entirely against it, Alastor found it a little irritating that literal part of him spent more time with you than he did sometimes. After all he’s an Overlord and the manager of the Hazbin Hotel with the Princess of Hell, he’s a busy man. And the fact you named it, like a pet. His shadow was wrapped around your finger the same way Alastor was, but at least Alastor didn’t show it so forwardly. This fact made Alastor a little bashful the first time you had revealed this to him, all of the little things his shadow did for you.

For example it would bring you little gifts, either from Alastor… Or its own. Small trinkets, flowers (not even store bought just wild flowers off the streets) or even limbs. You didn’t question the limbs even if they put you off at times. Sombra became very cuddly and liked to follow you around even when you only did mundane things. Like today, you’re in the kitchen making a dinner you had made Alastor promise to be there for. He’d been unusually busy recently and as much as you love Sombra, you miss your significant other. You had been prepping the ingredients for a special dish you wanted Alastor to try, that while not entirely southern food, it’s very similar to something like gumbo, when out of the corner of your eye you saw a flash of a black figure. It disappeared as soon as you turned to look in that direction, so you shifted your focus back to the food.

A few times more this happened before a menacing shadow loomed right over you as you threw chopped vegetables into the pot of already boiling water with salt and other seasonings on it. It made half the kitchen dim and it seemed to swallow up its surroundings. You smiled wide giggling looking up at the ceiling, “Sombra~” you sing-song, greeting the ghostly silhouette, “Want a taste?” you offered one of the still uncooked pieces of red meat. It shrunk down to its usual size on the wall taking the offered food. Chuckling at how the meat hovered in the air before it disappeared as Sombra put it in its mouth. The shadow smiled wide giving you a thumbs up as it watched you add herbs into the cooking pot.

“That’s not a pet, you know that right darling?” Alastor’s unfiltered voice came from the door frame as he entered unannounced. While his voice had its usual uppity lilt his tone came a little annoyed. You had reach to hug and pet Sombra like you always do to welcome it, you thought Alastor wouldn’t come for another while longer so you indulged the little servant before its master arrived but you got caught right in the act. It retracted to Alastor’s side like it always did as he threw it a sideways glance.

“Of course he’s not. But its cute, in its own way,” you smile. “Welcome home, my love,” smiling at the radio demon you gingerly made your way to him wrapping your arms around him with a tight hug. He did the same, planting a soft kiss on your forehead, your smile widen. “I missed you,” you whispered looking up at him with big doe eyes. Because you did. You really, really did. You didn’t want to say it outloud but you almost thought he wouldn’t show or he’d be late. So it made you exceedingly happy he had already arrived. “It’s almost ready, why don’t you go sit at the table.”

From his seat, he watched you prepare the side dishes as the pot on the stove simmered, however his eyes more than fixating on you, they followed the movement of his shadow standing next to you at all times. Handing you things, making you laugh and giggle with little actions. And of course it’s his shadow he could feel how giddy your attention made it. Every time you said thank you, every time you gave it a compliment or whenever you pet it. He felt it’s eye twitch seeing Sombra lay his transparent head on the shadow of your shoulder and you didn’t bat an eye. Part of it is guilt, guilt that he had been so absent and distant for weeks, because he’d been too preoccupied with other responsibilities, and jealousy. The jealousy is what bothered him the most. That damn shadow had been hoarding all your attention even as he’d been sitting in the same room with you.

Alastor wouldn’t admit it’s his fault, of course. So instead he gets up from the table again coming up to stand behind you, long arms wrapping around your middle. It surprised you a little, making your stutter the rhythm of your stirring. Alastor rested his chin on the same shoulder Sombra had, making direct eye contact with the sentient being and intimidating it into moving away from you. If it could hiss, it would have. But it moved away without you noticing. Alastor’s arms tighten around you for a second before speaking softly, “I apologize for neglecting you, or if you’ve felt lonely in my absence, darling,” his words were sincere. Alastor didn’t like being away from you very long, didn’t like having to go places filled with people he couldn’t care less about and having to deal with others he disliked. But duties are duties and work is work, he’s a man of principle.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t long to be with his beloved, and he know he’s godawful at telling you. Part of the reason he’d kept his shadow with you, in hopes to keep you solace, and company when he couldn’t. But seeing you grow closer to the creature and pouring all the affection you couldn’t give him made his chest tighten, a feeling that crawled under his skin and bothered him in ways that shouldn’t matter to him. You were his. Yet, here he is, acting childish even if you are probably mostly unaware. Or he hopes you are. Because this is embarrassing, it makes him feel embarrassed deep down. His ears twitched in annoyance as the thoughts swirled around his mind trying to push them away but failing.

“I know you’ve been busy. I wouldn’t call it neglect really,” you answer back, relaxing into the embrace and tilting your head so that you can press a soft kiss to his cheek then nuzzling him, “But you are gone too often, I had meant to talk to you about it but I didn’t really know how to. I guess I also felt a little bad asking you to give me more than you already do,” you chuckle unhumorously. Alastor did give you everything, hardly ever did he tell you no and did what he could to make you happy. Your relationship had been very rocky at the start. Both of you had to learn to make your relationship work and meet in the middle on a lot of different things. Alastor had to re-learn what it’s like to love someone, you had to adjust to his own way of loving and take baby steps, slower ones than you were used to. Both of you accepted the flaws that came with the other, you were in hell, he wasn’t the worst out there and you weren’t perfect.

“And you don’t have to be jealous of your own shadow, Al,” you quipped, a grin tugging the edges of your lips. You had to press your lips into a thin line to keep yourself from giggling at the flare of radio static around you after saying that. But he didn’t really refute it.

“Very funny, darling,”

© 2024 the-xolotl — all rights reserved. do NOT alter, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my consent, do not claim my content as yours.

[kcrossvine-art]

Heya folks n friends! Today on our LotR cooking series, we're going to be making something inspired by Mrs. Maggot, wife of Farmer Maggot. Originally we were going to do a cream of mushroom soup, but the idea of adding meat as a cheeky lil joke on their last names was too good to pass up. In my mind meat goes better with thin soups than creamy ones.

And thus Mrs. Maggots Meat 'N Mush Stew was born.

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to Mrs. Maggots Meat 'N Mush Stew?” YOU MIGHT ASKFor the stew portion itself we're going to be using a hearty base, aiming for a layering of flavors. If you feel comfortable making a roux, feel free to do so, but I did not due to energy levels and thus the flour in this recipe is only used for searing the meat before its added to the pot.

Cubed beef

Flour

Peanut oil

Beef stock

Dried porcini mushrooms

Carrots, chopped

Onion, diced

Garlic, crushed

Scallion, chopped

Bay leaf

Salt and pepper

Ground red pepper

Cumin

Zatarins gumbo file

For the other mushrooms, were going to cook them separate and throw them in at the end (but they'll have friends to keep them company!!).

Cremini mushrooms, sliced

Half an onion

Carrots

Garlic

Salt and pepper

Thyme

Olive oil

This took about 4 hours in total. If you have a slow cooker itd probably be easier to use that, but as is isn't too bad either. I mostly worked on commission stuff in the kitchen in-between stirring. "The best food is the one you don't have to make, the second best food is the one you don't have to think while making."

AND, “what does Mrs. Maggots Meat 'N Mush Stew taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

HOT HOT HOT

Tastes like walking from the cold into the cramped but cozy bar your friend works at

Meat was so tender and juicy, melts in your mouth. Makes you cry

It wanst actually carmelization but the onions had a hint of tasting caramelized

Mushrooms- a strong umami flavor with a bit of smokeyness

Once you get that Perfect level of gumbo file, it just makes every other element stick out more

Like an energy booster for the ingredients

A spotlight on the bay leaf, and oils, and spices

. If you don't want to use beef, feel free to use vegetable stock instead and replace the cubes with strips of king oyster mushrooms. Exclude the flour but still cook them in the pan. . this isnt officially part of the recipe since im not sure itd be 'on theme', but feel free to start your rice cooker around the 3 hour mark so you can have some hot rice ready for serving as filler.

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When I was looking through food and food mentions in LotR, Mrs.Maggot just stook out to me. 'Queen amongst farmers wives' is both really sweet and a fuckin killer description. What a legend. I wanted to do something based on her and our two options were either beer, bacon or raw mushrooms. Beer while very appealing is also not something you can whip up in a day, while raw mushrooms have a chance of killing my beloved readers. I don't want to talk about me and bacons sordid past.

And so as praise to this funky farmer women, may you add this stew to your collection of potpie, lasagna, and roast recipes.

Did i mention i started my first grease fire when making this? Yeah. Don't cover any empty greased pan even if your intent is to keep water from splashing into it.

Anyway, this recipe is a solid 10/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) The partner has already made me pledge to cook it again hehehe

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Ingredients:

2 lbs cubed beef

A little bit of flour to 'tumble' the meat in, in a bowl

Peanut oil to sear the beef, as needed

3 kilograms beef stock

28g dried porcini mushrooms

4 carrots, chopped

1 white onion, diced

4 cloves garlic, crushed

1 scallion branch, chopped

Salt and pepper to taste

Ground red pepper to taste

Cumin to taste

3 bay leafs

A pinch of Zatarins gumbo file

Ingredients… . . TWO:

1 lb cremini mushrooms

Half of a white onion, diced

1 carrot, chopped

2 cloves garlic, crushed

Salt, pepper, and thyme to taste

Olive oil as needed to pan-fry

Method:

Put the porcini mushrooms into a bowl, add enough warm water to cover. Give them roughly 20 minutes, or until softened and the waters turned color.

Cut the carrots, onion, and garlic.

Get a large pot with a lid, pour in your stock (or water and bouillon cubes). Pour in the porcinis and the mushroom water. Turn the burner to medium-high.

Add your bay leaves, carrots, onion, and garlic to the pot. Add extra salt if you'd like.

Tenderize and cut your beef into roughly 1 inch cubes.

In a small bowl, pour a handful of flour along with pepper, cumin, and ground red pepper. Mix until combined.

Lightly toss each cube of beef in the mixture, get a little coverage on each side.

Heat a frying pan to medium heat and add peanut oil. If using an electric stovetop it will take time to heat up.

Add some of your beef cubes to the pan, don't overcrowd it. Flip to check sides are a light brown with dark brown edges, its good for some pink/red to poke through.

Add beef cubes to the pot when done, careful of splashing.

Keep doing this in batches until all beef cubes are added. 

 Once the pot has reached a simmer, turn the heat down a few notches and cover.

Set a timer for 4 hours. Taste test every so often. Aim to stir the pot every 10-15 minutes.

(You can do steps 14-21 immediately or optionally wait a bit)

 Rinse and dry your cremini mushrooms.

Slice them vertically. Cut the carrots, onion, and garlic.

In a frying pan on medium-low heat, add olive oil, carrots, and onion. Keep the vegetables moving! When they start to change texture, add your cremini mushrooms.

Bring the pan up to medium heat. 

Once your mushrooms have cooked off the liquid inside, theyll start turning a deeper brown. Add the garlic. Keep! the! vegetables! Moving!

If the pan gets overcrowded, take some out and set it aside in a bowl. Smaller batches.

This process took roughly 15 minutes, but youll know its done once everything has a nice sear on it and the garlic is brown but not burnt. Add salt, pepper, and thyme to taste.

Set everything aside in a bowl.

Once the 4 hours are up the meat should be cooked all the way through and tender enough to pull apart. Strain the bay leaves out. Cut and add scallions. Add the bowl with cremini mushrooms.

Add a pinch of gumbo file to start, stir and taste test.

[cod-dump]

141 + friends - best to worst spice tolerance, GO!

It goes worst to best

(Annie is the name I gave Laswell's wife)

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Roach has the worst spice tolerance out of them all. Dies when there's too much pepper on the food he had stolen. Does that stop him from stealing people's food? No. Does he ever learn not to steal certain people's food because of previous run ins with spice? No. But he does know if there's a container that says 'gumbo' on it that it would certainly kill him. If it's in Spanish he steers clear (he was almost sent to the hospital after grabbing one of Alejandro's lunches).

Alex is a little better at handling spice than Roach but not by that much. He is getting better, or trying to, for the sake of wanting to be able to eat good food without dying. He insists on trying whatever Farah brings to eat even after she tells him he won't like it. He's sipping on a milkshake afterwards, tears in his eyes. He will keep trying until he can eat whatever Farah has without throwing up. Rudy's cooking scares him.

Graves likes certain levels of heat. He's not the king of spice but he's not afraid of a pepper or by the name of the food on the menu. He will try just about anything and regret it later. He carries around a tiny bottle of Tabasco, the first time he pulled it out in front of Soap caused the man to burst out into laughter.

Ghost actually has a good tolerance, mostly due to his habit of eating anything and everything available. He is not a picky eater so if he's hungry and the only thing available has 'hot' in the name he's not afraid. He desperately wants to be able to eat Annie's gumbo without his tongue going numb (she's offered to make him a not as potent batch and he was insulted). Always wants to try whatever Rudy is cooking despite the man telling him it would probably kill him.

Soap loves food and refuses to let spice be the reason he can't enjoy something. He loves eating food from different cultures, learning to cook those foods. Man is a foodie and he refuses to let spice get between him and a delicious meal. Has begged Annie for her gumbo recipe. Literally has gotten on his knees and begged. She still hasn't given it to him. He literally cried when Annie gave the recipe to Rudy (he's never felt so betrayed and jealous in his life).

Price has years of eating whatever is given to him to thank for his tolerance towards spice. Just loves Annie's gumbo and she makes it hot. He likes to joke she never makes it spicy enough for him (which leads to her next batch almost killing him and he gladly accepts death by gumbo). Price will eat whatever Rudy gives him but he definitely has to prepare himself just in case the man gave him something to his own liking.

Farah loves spicy foods. Her favorite dish growing up was her mother's matbucha and she swears that she could never recreate it, even if she sold her soul. Price has taken to try to help make a batch of matbucha that compares to her mother's recipe but it never works out, Farah still appreciates him for trying. Farah loves Rudy's cooking, literally will fight anyone who tries take take a bite off of her plate. She once sobbed because Annie and Rudy made a meal together (Soap has pictures for proof).

Alejandro prides himself in his ability to out eat Soap in spice. He gets joy out of watching the man give up. There's something about putting his cocky friend in his place that makes his day. Despite eating Rudy's cooking longer than anyone else, Gaz and Laswell seem to handle his husband's more intense dishes better than him. He loves Annie's cooking but he swears that woman is trying to kill him sometimes.

Gaz adores food with spice. He also loves Annie's gumbo but he knows better than to tease her about the spice level. Gaz loves going to different restaurants and doing spicy challenges with Alejandro until they're both too sick from the spice to move. They're always miserable the next day but that never stops them from going out the next week to do it again. Pouts whenever Laswell gets to taste whatever Rudy is cooking before him.

Laswell is pretty damn good at handling spice. Her wife's gumbo is one of her comfort meals. When she is unable to eat her wife's cooking, she turns to Rudy for his food. They have bonded over food and Laswell is now the first person to get a taste whenever Rudy needs a taste tester.

Rudy not only is the king of spice (dubbed that by pretty much everyone who's seen the things he can eat), he makes a killer chiles en nogada. Has a salsa recipe that literally brings tears to Farah's eyes when she smells it. Price thinks about his life's choices before he takes a bite. Rudy isn't cruel, he makes very mild foods for his friends who can't handle the spice well. Laswell is his favorite to give samples to (she always has the best compliments and advice to how to make it perfect). He has Annie's number on speed dial. They have made a ragout that even Laswell had to pace herself on.

[devourable]

I have a few questions about Abraham.

1. What genre of music does he listen to?

2. Does he like to read?

3. What's his favourite food?

4. Is he in uni/collage? If so what is he studying? If not what is he doing?

5. Would he ever be okay and not feel the need to victimise himself so that he can receive affection?

6. And lastly what are his general thoughts around marriage, before and/or after meeting his darling.

Sorry these were some thoughts that were stuck in my head. I hope they are okay.

1. mostly gospel and choir stuff lmfao. he mostly listens to church radio! but i feel like when introduced to other genres he'd be partial to shit like twentyone pilots lmfao

2. he loves to read! it's one of his few escapes from his religion (though he'd never ever express that lmfao). he mostly only has access to what he's been given but he's slowly branching out. he likes fantasy and science fiction!

3. his darling i think he'd get super hooked on food that has a lot of spices, like cajun food or maybe indian/SEA food? boy has NOT known flavor for most of his life 😭 i think he'd like a good curry or gumbo but it's smth he'd only be able to have like once a month else he'd get overwhelmed

4. iii am not too sure tbh? i think he'd be piled with the expectation of working for his church the moment he's done w high school so he's not totally sure what he wants in life. if darling goes to a nearby college then he'd probably look into attending though!

5. maybe in the future, esp if he has a darling who actively wants to help him get over that; he's been essentially brainwashed into thinking any form of enjoyment outside of partaking in his religion is bad so he sort of has to compartmentalize those feelings as "if the feelings are being pushed onto me rather than me seeking it out, i didn't do anything wrong". don't get me wrong, though! he absolutely loves affection no matter what he has to do to accept it. he doesn't care, at the end of the day he genuinely wants it and that's what matters.

6. before meeting his darling, he just saw it as another facet of his faith; something he knew was part of his future but nothing he particularly cared much for. after meeting his darling, though? it definitely became something to look forward to. the idea of his darling becoming his physically, legally, and spiritually? and vice versa? he can't think about it too much without getting overwhelmed but it's definitely something he fantasizes about.

these were fine! i like knowing ppl wanna learn ab my goobers 🫶

[bomberqueen17]

Big Easy

I am on vacation this week in New Orleans. There are many reasons for this but mostly they're not about me. I'm just here for the ride. Hilariously the one thing I found on on my own that I was like "oh i gotta do that while we're here" is also the thing that has been recommended to me by literally everyone i've spoken to including the Lyft driver from the airport, which is the WWII Museum, and conversely the more people recommend it the more I'm like :/ I might not enjoy this that much. WWII history was a childhood hyperfixation of mine but I've found the shit I was into about it is not the stuff other people like about it. This museum features a movie narrated by Tom Hanks so I feel like it's going to mm emphasize the bits I don't care about a lot. BUT I am going to go and I am probably going to devote a whole day. The upside of this is that probably Dude will not be deadly bored by it. He does tend to have the issue of not being into what I'm into sometimes... but this will probably be fine.

My hip is doing okay, the one I've been physically therapizing for ages? But what's popped up is that as the bad hip heals, the "good" hip starts giving me trouble-- I have prettty bad sciatic nerve problems on that side, and I didn't notice them so much because the cartilage tear on the bad side hurt enough to distract me. But lately it's like-- a little electric current of Badness inside the back of my right knee. No fun. But I've been doing physical therapy exercises for about fifteen weeks now (I just counted), three times a week, so I'd damn well better have seen some improvement LOL.

But mostly I can walk around, and I have a better idea earlier on whether walking is going to be good for me or not, so idk it's progress.

So far I have had a few bites of a shrimp po'boy (in the Atlanta airport, where we ordered something else and the waitress didn't hear us and just brought better food, no regrets on our part), some amazing gumbo, a bit of really good crawfish etouffe, and a really good Hurricane cocktail, and have seen the steamboat Natchez going up the MIssissippi with a brass band playing on it. Oh yeah there was a live band at the baggage claim? Apparently there were Many Doings in the French Quarter last night because of Cinco de Mayo, our Lyft driver was explaining they'd barricaded a bunch of the streets and she was delighted they'd moved one barricade because otherwise she could not have dropped us at our hotel. But by the later evening when we were out and about it wasn't quite so crowded but there were police cars and sirens and apparently some kind of disturbance a couple blocks away from our hotel. We kept walking because whatever it was was Not Our Business.

I'm mostly here for the food. I brought mostly me-made clothes. I was wearing a nice button-up shirt to fly in, and i sat at the gate during our layover and hand-bound two of the last three buttonholes on it (I'd cut and overcasted them at home but ran out of time). Relaxing and chill, honestly.

There are a couple of fabric stores I want to visit but apart from that I have zero agenda. Maybe Dude came up with something. I think he's mostly been researching restaurants.

I did not expect this, though: I know the names of so many of the places here from the news coverage of Katrina, and when I saw the Superdome in person i started crying, and had to explain to the driver that I'd been an airport bartender during that time and so had been stuck in front of huge TVs with 24h live coverage, and I'd had a bunch of online friends living there and I didn't realize until this moment how much it scarred me, so I could only imagine for the people here, and she talked about how she'd been a cleaner in an apartment complex at the time (I'd sussed that she was my age or older so I figured she'd remember it as well as I do, because to my shock that was 20 years ago now) and how many people had just left and never come back, had abandoned their possessions and just never came back for them because the power didn't come back on for two or three months.

She said "Now I know, when they tell you to evacuate, you get the hell out."

She also complained that nobody knows how to act, because it's all tourists. Which, fair.

... Anyway, anyone with recs for New Orleans feel free to tell them to me, I'm just here for the food and the vibes.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

🍷The Heir of Evil🐉 AU fans have decided, and...

🍷The Heir of Evil🐉 AU Reader will be an IceWing!!

I have a few headcanons for them, and a a bit of backstory and lore planned, too😊 Let's dive in:

• ❄IceWing!🍷Heir of Evil!🐉 Reader is the grandchild or great-grandchild to the wicked IceWing queen, specifically the one who put the tribe into multiple wars and skirmishes and tried to take over the dragon world. Reader isn't like her (they're not an irredeemable monster who hurts others for fun)

• Heir! Reader wears jewelry that is mostly silver or black, but loves any sort of colorful gemstones or charms...

• Heir! Reader only wears the pieces of jewelry that are necessary; they don't want to waste the tribe's treasure on frivolous items, and if the jewelry appeals to other tribes, then it might make Reader and the IceWings seem more appealing, like they're dragons, too...

• Heir! Reader is good with algebra, dragon biology, and creative writing...

• Heir! Reader is torn between what the two sides of their kingdom wants: to stay unscheming and try to foster peace, hoping other tribes will leave them alone and not hurt them further... or to amass enough power and treasure that they can wage a war against the other tribes, or at least the IceWing hybrids who some view as traitors...

• Heir! Reader's necklace they were told to never take off is enchanted, but they don't know that. The necklace hides something about them, which is why their vanished/dead parent gave it to them...

• Heir! Reader has had to stop a coup for their throne/title at age four (about 12 year old in WoF dragon years), which led to them earning the respect of the remaining advisors and generals of their late parent/late family, as well as the respect of the few nobles left and the different IceWing villages...

• Heir! Reader's hatching day is a mystery, as no one ever saw their egg, nor them, when they were first hatched, save for their deceased parent and a late ally of their's...

• Heir! Reader has an army of pet foxes, all of which are (diet) platonic yandere for them (they're all so cute and cuddly and fluffy-!)

• Heir! Reader, unlike most IceWings, enjoys trying cooked meats and exotic dishes from other tribes and kingdoms...

• Heir! Reader prefers to sleep with a fur blanket, not because they're cold (they're an IceWing), but because they like the soft fur and fuzzy texture...

• Heir! Reader is an aromantic-asexual...

• Heir! Reader enjoys traditonal IceWing foods such as fresh salmon with lemon juice, thinly-sliced caribou strips, puffin and moss salad, kalimari (squid), bear jerkey, ox ribs seasoned lightly with moss, seal meat marinated in ginger/lemon/honey, as well as ice cream, frozen berry slush, and lemon-flavored shaved ice...

• Heir! Reader likes traditional dishes from other kingdoms such as: MudWing's Diamond Delta Gumbo, SandWing's Cinnamon Milk and Roasted Lizard Kebabs, SkyWing's Charred+Barbecued Eagle Wings, SeaWing's Thousand Scales Thousand Fish Sushi, RainWing's Mango-Orange Juice, NightWing's Smoked Boarchops, HiveWing's Honey-roasted Shrimp, SilkWing's Loaded Baked and Sweet Potatoes, and LeafWing's Planter's Pie...

• Heir! Reader sometimes wears a small, spiked tailband on the end of their tail, nestled above where their spikes are...

• Heir! Reader enjoys sunrises, and writes new poems and hymns for their tribe to sing at their Gifts of the Ice Dragon Festival...

• Heir! Reader enjoys old literature, especially comedies...

(I will make another post about Heir! Reader facts, but dealing with IceWing culture)

(I wonder what their name could/should/would be?)

[proboblynotstriaght]

Day 4 of Loa-tober and I get to write about my fav and project all my gender issues on him <3

I've really enjoyed doing these and I hope to be able to keep up for at least most of the October month, although expect lowered quality work on Sundays because holy shit do I have a lot to do this Sunday.

Day 4 : Fave (Kremy) vague spoilers for Guys night

Kremy never really cared about his body when he was a child, back when he was called something different, something no one remembered anymore.

His father had wanted a perfect little daughter who would be obedient and wear new dresses and would one day be the perfect house wife to man that would be hand picked by the man of the house.

And then he left and never looked back.

|||||||||| blinked confusedly at her Memaw “is that why papa left?” She asked “Because I don’t like wearing dresses?”

His Memaw laughed, even as young she was she could tell that Memaw was bitter about it “Your Pappy left us because we were poor” She spit “He was poor and he couldn’t handle that, the coward” The old woman gently pet the soft scales on |||||||||| head “his leaving ain’t have nothin' to do with you cher”

||||||||||'s Mama wasn't home all that often. too busy holding down two jobs in order to make ends meet to raise her kids proper. But when she was home she loved dressing |||||||||| up in cute dresses. Kremy remembered excitedly dressing up in a pink, frilly dress, with glitter and everything. |||||||||| loved playing dress-up in these pretty clothes.

"Don't you think you look pretty ||||||||||?" Her Mother asked. |||||||||| nodded and beamed at the reflection in the cracked old mirror. "Your Pappy bought this dress for you y'know" |||||||||| shifted. The older woman's tone had changed, it was almost-bitter and mostly-wistful. |||||||||| didn't like it. She started trying to wriggle out of the dress.

"Let's talk a walk outside ||||||||||, show off your fancy pink dress" All of a sudden, |||||||||| panicked. He could feel every stitch and seam of the dress rubbing uncomfortably against his scales chafing them. His Mom grabbed his arm as he squirmed, trying to get out.

"What's wrong ||||||||||, are you ready to go outside?" It wasn't really a question as |||||||||| was suddenly being dragged towards the door.

"NO!" She cried. "I don' I don' wanna go out- outside" For |||||||||| it was just dress-up just a game. Not something to actually go outside in. In a pink dress that wasn't made for lizardfolk that had a connection to his father that left. "I don' like the dress, I don't- I don't wanna-" He cried as his mother continued to drag him towards the door.

"Oh shut up!" his Mama yelled "You liked the dress a minute ago! Why don't you like it now!" She shot |||||||||| a withering gaze "God your just like your father" |||||||||| was confused, she thought her mom still loved her dad, that's why |||||||||| was dressed in the clothes that he bought so long ago. "Maybe if you just wore your dress like a good little girl your father would still be here!"

Memaw always smelled of what she was cooking. She loved to cook big hearty stews and stir frys, and of course her amazing gumbo. |||||||||| dryed her tears in his Memaw's apron and took in all the smells.

"I don' wanna be like my father" |||||||||| whispered into fabric.

"You, ain't nothing like your father" His Memaw pulled |||||||||| into her lap

"But, but Mama said that he left- he left because I wasn' girly enough"

His Memaw got a faraway look in her eye, "Your Mama is still caught in the past, she doesn't want to blame herself so she blames you" His Memaw looked back down at ||||||||||. "Would you like to hear a story cher?"

|||||||||| perked up, tears now forgotten. Memaw always told the best stories "Yes!" he squealed "Yes please Memaw!"

"Alright, alright, settle down, and let me tell you the story of a little boy in a town called Agwe, except the town wasn't called Agwe yet, and that little boy didn't want to be a boy at all..."

And ||||||||||'s Memaw told her story of how she was born in the wrong body, "I made a deal with the Good Baron cher, and no one knows who I once was"

|||||||||| was silent for a little while. "Memaw..." |||||||||| hesitated, "I don't think I want to be a girl"

"An' you don't hafta be a one hun, when your older you can make a deal just like I did and you can give yourself a name that's actually yours, not one that your good-for-nothin' father gave you"

-------

Kremy twirled around in his red dress "Whaddado fellas!" He stumbled a little bit, he drunk a lot of alcohol. "How do I look?" He grined

"You look like a woman you just got murdered!" Gid laughed, "Ya got fake blood all over ya!"

Kremy laughed a twirled around in the mirror a bit more, and readjusted the silicone breast that was, to Gid’s credit, covered in incredibly tacky fake blood. Even now wearing a dress was just a game to him, but now it went by a different name, Drag.

Kremy made a deal with the Good Baron just like his Memaw before him, and while his life was messy and hard he was living as himself, in a name he really picked for himself.

Kremy was a man who was free.

[thrcughthewccds]

Titus Rogers

Tunji Kasim, gay, cis male + he/him → isn’t that Titus Rogers? i hear that they're Tiana from Princess and the Frog. i hear they’re 30. they seem to be independent & focused, but also stubborn & defensive. their aesthetics include the sweat dripping as you bake and cook for the people you love, standing up for your principles, the dazzling debauchery of Mardi Gras.

Basic Information

NAME: Titus Rogers

NICKNAMES: T

GENDER: cis male

PRONOUNS: he/him

BIRTHDAY: February 14th

AGE: 30

ORIENTATION: gay

OCCUPATION: restaurant owner, head chef

TALE: Tiana from Princess and the Frog

Family

PARENTS: James and Eudora Rogers

PARTNERS: Prince Naveen

Appearance

FACE CLAIM: Tunji Kasim

HEIGHT: 6'

EYES: deep dark brown

HAIR: black 4C

BUILD: broad shoulders, chiseled muscles, thick thighs

RACE/ETHNICITY: black

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: old burn marks from the oven on hands

Personality & Behavior

SKILLS & HOBBIES: cooking, baking, business management, dancing

LIKES: fresh gumbo, beignets, fireflies, boat rides

DISLIKES: snotty entitled white people

POSITIVE TRAITS: independent,focused, determined

NEGATIVE TRAITS: stubborn, defensive

QUIRKS: can sense any bugs in a room and can swat them on the first try

CLOTHING STYLE: 1920's dapper business gentleman, prefers the color green

MAGIC: shifter; frog

NSFW

MUSCLES: chiseled, bulging muscles

DICK: 8" fat head, thick shaft

ASS: fat, thick, globes

POSITION: bottom

KINKS: body worship (his and others), public sex, out in nature

EXPERIENCE: mostly quick hook ups between shifts, been known to do his job with cum dripping down his leg from his ass. Gets more experimental and adventurous when Naveen enters the picture.

Biography

Titus Rogers grew up learning that he'd have to work hard to get what he wanted. His father instilled that in him, along with his love of family and his community. Even after James dies, Titus carries those lessons in his heart to keep his memory alive and strong.

Then, he gets mixed up with a prince turned into a frog and a dark magic wielder. Even as a frog, Titus leads the charge to solving the problems and saving himself, Naveen, and his home.

Now, back in their human bodies (with some shifter abilities they still need to learn to control), Titus and Naveen consummate their love every way they can, then work together to realize Titus' dream: Titus Palace. A grand restaurant that serves everyone from royalty to working class. Mixing high-end food with homemade touches and recipes, Titus' Palace is the jewel of the realm.

Every night, Titus and Naveen dance and make love under the stars, celebrating life, love, and their accomplishments.

[faggotryandtransjesterism]

i've been thinking about people who write hannibal fics, and how incorporating will's louisiana upbringing could be so hard if you didn't grow up there, and it just so happens that i did grow up there! so i'm making a little list of things about louisiana that people might not know. go forth and write cajun will graham!

food: first off, there's a lot of things that are very specific to poor people in louisiana. i didn't realize until relatively recently that these weren't things everyone ate. molasses and milk (poor man's chocolate milk. honey and milk also is a thing, but molasses is more common bc of all the cane fields.) actually, let me just get a whole category out of the way: put everything in milk. cornbread and milk (with honey or sugar dumped in to sweeten it, this is a whole meal, we used to eat this for dinner), oats and milk (raw oats. with sugar.), crackers and milk (saltines. i'm not joking.), literally put any carb in milk and that's a cajun dish. dinner foods you see a lot of are things like jambalaya, gumbo (pro tip, gumbo is always better on the second and third day, and you eat it with potato salad), etouffee (if you look this up, you'll see a lot of fancy shit, this is not fancy. it's the slimiest gravy pot full of meat and veggies.) everything has rice, you can't eat dinner without rice. sweet potatoes are big, a lot more common than regular ones. okra is also very very common.

environment: we all know louisiana has a lot of bayous, but a lot of people have never seen one i guess? and have no idea what that looks like. it's not like shrek swamp kind of deal. the water's not that filthy most of the time, at least not to look at. you've got a lot of foliage on top of the water mostly. cypress trees are the big thing that makes a bayou look like a bayou. cypress trees with spanish moss all over them. the line between a bayou and a lake isn't big, and a lot of them are connected. also. (about to tell you something that will blow your mind.) swamps are full of nutria rats. (but percy, what are nutria rats? (pronounced noo-tra rats)) they look like small capybaras with long thick tails, and by small i mean they gut up to 20 pounds. 3 feet. they're actually adorable though. alligators are common, they're not aggressive, you just have to keep an eye on them. there's usually saw palmettos around the edges of the water. outside of swamps, though, something you'll notice is there are sugar cane fields everywhere. there's also live oak trees, which if you've never seen, are beautiful. they do exist in other places, but they grow differently in louisiana bc of all the water. they have enormous, sweeping branches that dip down onto the ground sometimes, and they're (once again) full of spanish moss.

culture: in louisiana, some people speak cajun french. this is not the same as parisian french, and it's not always mutually intelligible. also, there's really very few people left who speak it, and it's mostly older folks. for example, my grandpa learned french before he learned english, but he didn't pass it on to his kids, and now he has very few people to speak it with. cajun music is a pretty unique thing, you've usually got an accordion, a fiddle, a bass, that kind of thing. some songs off the top of my head are jolie blonde, opelousas sostan, the boscoe stomp; there's also a lot of instrumental music, because it's all actually dancing music! cajun dancing is a whole thing that, once again, is dying out and mostly older folks know how to do it (my grandparents took me dancing all the time, so that, at least, i know). you might be able to look it up, but keep in mind, if you see something that looks more like square dancing, that's not what i'm talking about. (if you want a demo send me an ask lol, i can explain. in the meantime, i used to dance at randol's in lafayette, and the best band was donny broussard, so look those up on youtube if you want to hear cajun music.) zydeco is a whole other genre, and honestly not one i know much about, but it is an integral part of cajun culture.

that's all i can think of for now, but if i think of anything else, i'll add on. if you have any questions, my ask box is open!

[deathsbestgirl]

okay guess i gotta do it! tagged by @randomfoggytiger @calimanc @ellivia @sagan-starstuff !! thank you guys <3

favorite painter: SIGHS i don't have an answer. i just really like art and i know nothing about it. but i e really loved francine van hove's paintings

favorite writer: again, i don't have an answer lol there aren't many writers where i've read all of their works. a lot of poets, so maybe mary oliver. i definitely haven't read all of her work, but i can always recognize it

favorite band: paramore! always

favorite meal: no. nope. i love food. recently leena told me she would never trust me to be a food critic and she's right. idk anything, all i care about is if it tastes good & it fills me up. but i always love a good soup. and my girlfriend's gumbo for sure

favorite drink: water lol maybe coffee unfortunately. and this lemonade from a pizza place near me, it's just so good!

favorite outfit aesthetic: ehh don't have one. for me personally, i just like being comfortable. but if i go by what i wear most...leggings, t shirt, some kind of hoodie or flannel ahahahah so basically. gay

favorite singer: ummmm joni mitchell maybe?

favorite item: this is so vague HELP.

favorite possession: i think the sunflower box renata made me, and my wolf light, and my ufo light. and all my dvds lollll and my ~one year video~ i need to get something to connect my dvd/vhs player to new tvs :(

perfume: i don't have one i wear regularly, and i usually go body spray over perfumes. but. i love taylor swift's wonderstruck (lol) my mom got some for free at one of her jobs and it stuck. also love ariana grande's and britney spears' perfumes. but mostly i love this brazilian line my wife got. very beachy.

as you can see, i'm not very good at "favorites" but you probably already knew that

tagging @bakedbakermom @agent-troi @pennyserenade @scullysflannel @scullyphile anyone who wants to join in please!! tag me so i can read it <3

[abarbaricyalp]

WIP Game

Thanks for the tag @funsized-loser !!!! Please, everyone who wants to add on to this post, feel free! I love reading people's WIPs! This is from the next (hopefully) fic I'm posting! I'm so close to finishing it, I can almost taste it. It's called Tell It To The Bees (and the birds)

There was a bulletin board in the lobby of the building, across from the bank of mailboxes. It was supposed to be for building wide notices–fire inspections, water outages, that kind of thing. Mostly it was full of passive-aggressive notes about the cleanliness of the dog park and the fact that trash bags weren’t supposed to be left in the hallway for any length of time.

Bucky thought about leaving a note inquiring towards the bird coop, but he 1) didn’t want to get someone else in trouble and 2) more importantly, didn’t want to get himself in trouble. He reread a note about someone on the third floor who apparently habitually burned things in the oven as someone stood at the mailboxes.

“Hey, 203,” they called over.

Bucky startled slightly and turned around. His bland, friendly smile fell away as he realized who was there. “Wilson,” he greeted through his teeth. “I thought you worked Thursdays.”

Sam Wilson was in 205, the unit that shared a bedroom wall with Bucky’s bedroom. It wasn’t that Wilson was having rough, hot sex and reminding Bucky that he wasn’t. It was just that Wilson made a million other noises all through the night and then had the audacity to leave notes on Bucky’s door about singing in the shower.

Well. And there was the time Bucky accidentally kind of ruined their shared pipes by washing hair product down the sink. But that was an accident!

“It is definitely Friday,” Sam snorted. He continued to dig in his mailbox, freeing a large envelope that had been rolled and folded to fit into the small metal tray. “Hey, I’ve had gumbo stewing all day, if you wanna come over for dinner,” he added.

That was another thing he had the audacity with. He was always inviting Bucky over like he was some orphan to feed. Bucky didn’t even remember what off-handed, one-time remark he’d made about something smelling good before Wilson was all over him with invitations. It was so underhanded when they already clearly had a rivalry. Bucky could cook. He kept himself fed. Just because everything Sam made really did smell so damn good didn’t mean Bucky was always looking for food.

“Uh, no, thanks,” he said. “I’m actually on my way out to a ther–” Bucky cut himself off. He knew Sam worked at the VA as some kind of counselor, but that didn’t mean he wanted his nemesis to know just how deep his issues ran. Not that therapy was a bad thing. For, like, anyone else. Bucky was different. And Sam would know that. Sam would know exactly what kind of fucked up Bucky was. “I’m going out with friends.”

Sam raised an eyebrow and made a show of checking the watch he always wore. “At four in the afternoon? I can leave it on the stove a while longer. Come over when you get back.”

“Not really the kind of night where I’m planning on coming back,��� Bucky lied.

Judging by the way Sam’s eyebrow rose even higher, he also clocked it as a lie. “Alright, man. Don’t gotta brag. Have fun or whatever.”

Bucky nodded, tripped over his feet when he couldn’t decide if he should be going to the building door or back to his apartment. Sam did an admirable job of hiding his snort.

“Later, 203,” he called over his shoulder as he ducked into the stairwell.

Bucky banged his head against the bulletin board and cursed his whole damn existence.

[morbidsmenagerie]

Hello, I am hoping for some advice on choosing a scorpion. I want an arid american species for sure, but I don't know if Centruroides sculpturatus, Hadrurus arizonensis, Paravaejovis spinigerus, a different species, or if I just shouldn't be looking into scorpions at all.

I have a 10 gallon set up with two blue death feigning beetles, Chowder and Gumbo, as well as an Orthoporus ornatus, Morb. I mostly just want more desert friends and a lot of resources suggested BDFBs and certain species of desert scorpions do well together. Morb can move to his own tank if need be as I couldn't find any confirmation one way or another if they can cohabitate.

There's 6 inches of substrate and the tank is heated. I prefer smaller species, and have no preference regarding arboreal vs terrestrial. I would love something that can be captive bred but it's not a big deal. Not looking to ever handle the beastie and I have no preference for activity level. I just love desert friends.

Personally paravaejovis spinigerus are one of my favorite species of all time, so I'd pretty much always recommend that. Centruroides sculpturatus are medically significant, so although they could also work in that set up I wouldn't get them unless you're experienced with scorpions. I don't really recommend Hadrurus, they're the only US native scorpion I'm not planning on getting. Similarly to bdfb and orthoporus, we haven't really gotten their care requirements down yet and they're almost impossible to breed in captivity. They need a deep, clay based substrate that they can dig permanent burrows into and are really sensitive to water and wet substrate. These requirements do overlap with bdfb and orthoporus tho so they can be cohabed. I'm honestly not sure if orthoporus can be cohabed with a scorpion? I believe they have some chemical defenses so the scorpion wont see them as food, and bdfb are too armored to really be appetizing to a scorpion which is why they dont get eaten. If you get a scorpion tho, make sure you get an adult, as a molting scorpion is an easy target for the bdfb.

There are other Arizona native scorpions that could probably work, but I think the three species you listed are your best bets. Most other species are a lot smaller and more at a risk of being eating by the beetles, I will say if you are comfortable with getting a c sculp being arboreal would keep it away from the other tank mates more which might make things less risky.

[off-color-darkrai]

Tom Sawyer Island should Not be turned into a cars ride...

So this is basically a continuation of a previous post about Splash Mountain's rethemeing so if you want to see that first, check it out here

Anyway here's the rest.

The 'Splash Mountain' debacle is still an ongoing conversation topic in my friend group, and it was brought to my attention that D23 still stinks and they're doing more stupid, planning on redesigning Tom Sawyer Island for Cars...

Cars? CARS?! IN Frontier land?!?!

Have you lost what little thought you had in your skulls?!?

No, just, no.

I do agree Tom Sawyer Island needs work, but not cars. No, not after you just spent millions of dollars draining, patching, refurbishing, and refilling the 'rivers of the America's'. No.

They should retheme the island to be Tiana themed... Let me explain...

What people want from a princess and the frog locale isn't a ride, it's a restaurant! A jazzy Cajun restaurant that looks like the movie. So build Tiana's Palace (I learned recently it was palace, not place) on one side of Tom Sawyer Island, near the water, so at night you can light it up and people can hear the jazz music. If you position it right you can even make sure it's in the sightline from Fantasy land, keeping immersion up.

Now, this'll make some people upset, but make the restaurant basically reservation only. Tom Sawyer Island is sizeable, but not built for massive lines like that. It also means they can monitor safety better. The check in kiosk would be on the mainland, and you would be taken over to the restaurant on one of the rafts. This would also be how you leave the restaurant, or you can exit to the rest of the island.

That's right, I mentioned the rest of the island!

Tom Sawyer Island in it's current iteration is mostly used by parents for the parents to take a break from the rest of the park, while the kids can run around and explore in a contained, relatively safe environment. And honestly, fair.

So right outside Tiana's Palace they should build a small New Orleans style street, with false overhead balconies for shade, and a lot of chairs and tables. There should be a vendor for some of the easier/smaller/snackier food items found in the actual restaurant, like bennies or fried gator bits(sorry lewis) or small cups of gumbo. None of the buildings would be actual shops, mostly there for Disney's various storage or maintenance purposes, but there should be some kiosks like at the bazaar in adventure land and some that sell items specific to the island (the kiosks would also cut down on rambunctious kids running through stores willy nilly) Access to the rest of the Island besides the restaurant would come from the other raft, and (if they can manage it) the building of a dock for the Liberty Belle, which would also make the Liberty Belle more popular, and give better wheelchair access, as well as another evacuation point in case of emergency.

What about the kids? Well, with the rest of the island pretty much leave it as is, with a couple minor rethemes, but replace the fort with Mama Oddies Boat(make the cliff it's on look like the tree) and fix up the playground. They can even make it slightly interactive if they want. Sneak a few light changing things and voice lines in there!

Finally, if they do all this, keep the island open until a little after dark, so people can really appreciate the lights and the music.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk... But seriously, I might post a thing about how a brother bear ride would play out later, and update this with some sketches, who's to say.

[spotsupstuff]

Saw a couple food posts on here and obviously had to brainstorm headcanons for our local iterators. That is if they were humans/ancients/could actually consume food. I'm kinda just putting this in your askbox since I like yelling at you about the canon goofs. We'll start off with our best boy.

FP- He's got an iron stomach and mostly just uses it to drink a concerning amount of caffeine. I really can't decide if he's a coffee person or an energy drink person. I can see him chugging red bulls though. He likes spicy stuff and has a surprisingly high tolerance. Also likes anything sour and will stare a person in the eye while eating an entire lemon out of spite. Favorite drink is actually pink lemonade, but it's a secret (no it's not).

If we want to imagine an FP who takes care of himself, he'd probably like Malaysian or Vietnamese stuff.

NSH- Living trash compactor and would eat literal dirt if he thought it tasted good. If he does have preferences though, I'm leaning towards Kazakh cuisine. Foods like beshbarmak or pilaf.

Suns- They've got a weak stomach and would probably die to a pack of crackers. Lives off old rice in the rice cooker. I don't really have much for Suns since I really only think about fighting them in a mall parking lot with a rubber chicken and a lot of glitter.

Moon- I cannot decide if Moon likes traditional Japanese sweets or Danish ones so I declare both! I also like to imagine human Moon as Cajun/Creole as and you can pry this out of my cold dead hands. She would be able to cook wonderful dishes like gumbo, jambalaya, etc.

She carries snacks because God knows Pebbles doesn't eat enough. Also has to keep NSH out of them.

UI- Our girl inherits the Peepaw genes. Specifically for spicy food. Woman will chomp on literal ghost peppers. She had a spice contest with Pebbles and he lost miserably. Obviously, she'll never let him live it down either.

If this is all too much, just delete the ask. It won't bother me any.

feckin dang it with you food-knowledgable people, c'mon, all i know is veggies with sausages, half of these things i have no idea what are

But considering those Suns, NSH (first half) and UI takes i can understand without an issue and are probably the most correct things i'll see today i am inclined to fully believe everythin. Peepaw genes..................

i feel like Pebs would try to be coffee-only person just because coffee has Class unlike energy drinks but he's Such a workaholic that he'd steal Innocence's energy drinks straight from her room while she's still in there while staring her down. sibling culture for the win, she yells at him and chases him down to his room but he manages to lock it before she can do anything about it

Suns would also like fish,,,, heartcanon actually, they'd Adore a well cooked fish. however offer them sushi and they will be found dead in a dumpster two streets over