#celery night fever

[drawtron2000]

these veggies gay! Good for them!

I just wanted to get this thing done ignore the background 😭😭😭😭

[krystal-kade]

10 Years of Celery Night Fever <3

[huntersapprentice]

what's wrong with you?

[rumor-weed]

Obsessed with how when the Veggies dance they do the little hip swirl tbh it's iconic

[cannibaliist]

Pink Matter - Sevika x F!Reader (18+)

One shot | Part 2 soon??

Contains: 18+, sickfic, slight modern!au, smut, explicit content!!, NSFW, mentions of alcohol and weed consumption, established relationship, no use of y/n, nicknames of 'baby girl, sweet girl, etc.' mentioned, dom!sevika, strap ons, oral!s e x reader recieving, rough, vaginal s e x

Word Count: 3.6K

a/n: the Sevika brainrot got too much so here we are lol . hope you enjoy !!

cross posted on AO3

title inspired by Pink Matter by Frank Ocean

Sevika likes you even when you're sick. Because there is no other grown woman or man she'd allow to perspire on her sheets and take up all the space on her mattress on an early Saturday morning when she's finally free from work and Silco's nagging. So yeah, she likes you all right. 

You don't usually get sick often, especially with her watching over you to make sure you're warm during Zaun's freezing weather. 

Your sweat-coated skin soaks through the double layer of navy blue sheets on the bed. It turns the blue almost black and Sevika can only think about how her shit – the one pair of sheets she probably owns – is definitely close to fucked up. God, you are so lucky she doesn't want you to die from whatever you contracted after fucking around all night during the misting rain, laughing and dancing high off your mind from the cheap weed Sevika bought off her coworker. That mixed with what the people called “Shimmer Juice”, you were half out of your mind for the night. 

“Baby get the hell inside,” Sevika had told you last night, but all you did was smile at her. That blinding ass smile full of white teeth and crescent shaped eyes that made her heart start thumping a little faster in her chest. Fuck. She really was in love with you. 

So of course, now you were running a fever and swaddled in whatever blankets she could scrounge up around her room. Sevika likes you like this though, fading in and out of consciousness.

Snoring softly and muttering small words while grasping at whatever body part of Sevika you could reach to keep you warm. You get super clingy when you're sick, one of the only times you are completely super sweet and malleable instead of talking back to Sevika like she won't put you in your place the next moment, but your freak ass is into it so she has to calm herself down another way to not give you exactly what you want. Still, she smiles at your petty actions. Helps to know you really want her in every single form.

She decided to run a few errands while your younger form slept, grabbing soup ingredients – Does my love prefer celery or corn? – bottles of water and a thermometer that she's never bothered to keep in her home before. The things my baby makes me do, she thinks as she puts her things into her grocery basket. 

When she gets back and puts the groceries away she expects for her baby to still be sound asleep but instead you seem a bit off. Hair splayed out everywhere with your chest rising and falling heavily. A flush in your cheeks that's still so visible even with the color of your skin, tinted a steady red even in your sleep. 

Sevika wondered if you were having a nightmare, thrashing and moving in your sleep like you do when your dreams get really bad, fighting more than just sickness.

But instead, your whole body is trembling, your hips unconsciously grinding into the sweat-stained sheets. Sevika walks closer, watching you move your body further into the bed, soft little groans escaping your plush lips. She stills as you mutter a soft cry for her. “Sevika…” She holds her breath, slowly approaching the voice. “Sevi, please.”

Sevika smirks to herself, touching a hand to your warmed skin shaking your awake. “Get up, sweet girl.” She had to take your temperature now before giving you any water. You startle with a groan, whining like you always do. Some nonsense about a “-middle of a good dream. ruin everything.”

“Open your mouth for something other than running it baby.” Even though you're slightly annoyed from being woken up from such a nice dream, you do as instructed, mouth wide and hinting for more than just a thermometer. 

Sevika felt a twinge in her pants. Her desire to slide her strap down your awaiting throat was just too tempting. Instead, she cups your jaw, and sticks the thermometer tip under your tongue. You glare and let out a soft whine of disappointment. “Tease,” you mutter. 

Sevika rolls her eyes at the petulant behavior and pulls out the thermometer at the beep. “101.4, Told your crazy ass to sit down last night and now here we are,” she scoffs. “Sit up and drink some water.”

You groan and turn your head away, letting yourself fall back onto the bed. “Don't want to.”

Sevika sighs, sliding her warm fingers over your sweat-soaked hair, small pieces threatening to curl at the nape of your neck. They feel nice as they start to comb at your scalp. “Listen, you've been playing housewife all week, cleaning and cooking all nice for me, let me take care of you now baby girl.” 

You groan again, weak hands gripping the edge of the blanket, trying to pull it off of you. You sigh into the pillow, words all muddied and unclear. “Speak up baby, I'm not straining to hear you.”

You take a deep, labored breath in, and turn her head towards Sevika, cheeks getting all hot. “Said you want to, so take care of me.”

Her eyes narrow at you, “What do you think I'm doing?” 

“No Sevi, I need you to fuck me. Please.” 

Sevika grips your chin, hard, probably could leave a few bruises if she tried hard enough. You twitch under her touch, ultra-sensitive from the fever. “You're outta your mind right now. You need to rest ”

You bring a hand to Sevika’s thigh as she hovers over you, grasping with more strength than you probably needed to have. “I need it, please. I'll be good.”

Just the thought of your body loose and desperate sends a rush straight to the older woman's crotch. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. Fuck me, Sevika.” Your voice was exhausted, but eager, wide eyes staring endlessly into her own dark grey ones. 

She watches the quickened rise and fall of your chest as she goes to take off her vest and her pants. Of course she's commando. Of course. The thing you're waiting for is less than 5 steps away, tucked in the nightstand drawer. Sevika is quick to grab the strap-on and fasten it around herself. It's a beautiful deep shade of purple and thick and practically gleaming as she steps closer to you. You scramble out of your sleep shorts and t-shirt to feel her presence even closer.

“Gonna slick me up baby? Get me ready for you?” She asks as she sizes you up. Her eyes are dark, hungry, for you. 

You nod dumbly. So ready to suck her off like you've done times before. 

She drags her metal hand along your lower leg, up your shaking thighs, over your awaiting ass in your underwear, and up to your back. You twitch at the cold of the metal, too much sensation from such a small gesture. Simply Sevika’s touch – gentle strokes across the skin – was overwhelming. 

Sevika gently tugs on your jaw, testing how pliable and easy you promised to be. She was met with no resistance as your mouth opened with ease, “doing so good already baby.” 

Sevika stepped closer, hovering over your face, sliding in her strap until she hit the back of your throat with no resistance. You were too tired for a reflex, too tired to choke. Fuck, she could do anything she wanted to you right now and you wouldn't even flinch. Something dark coiled in Sevika's stomach, if she was a better person she would've ignored your pleas and doped you up with enough medicine to tire you out but she wasn't an entirely good person, and you liked her that way. 

Sevika worked your mouth, it's as if she could feel the warm back of your throat every time she bottomed out. But the small quiver of breath on the straps cockhead was a reminder that you needed to breathe.

Tears welled in your eyes, and Sevika had to fight coming right then and there. She wanted to fill your throat, make you keep her strap warm as you swallowed every last bit of her. The only fight you had was an involuntary gasp for air. Sevika held you there for just a second longer, slowly sliding out of your mouth, warm and wet. As Sevika’s strap head passes your lips, you groan, trying to get Sevika to put herself back where she belongs.

Sevika replaces the emptiness with her fingers, laying them on your tongue instead. “Not now baby girl.”  

Sevika hovers over you, staring at your parted lips, watching your eyes flutter as sweat drips down your brow. She lowered her hips, slowly dragging her strap along your entrance. Sevika’s other hand traveled down to the leaking pussy between your thighs, mouth watering at the wetness. She thumbs your clit slowly as she grasps your ass with her metal hand.

You gasp at the soft friction, pushing your hips up to meet Sevika, breath heavy. “Need you Sevi, please.”

“Keep your hands up. Just like that.” You cross your arms above your head as you ache to touch Sevika back. Your skin is hot and flushed and you feel like you'll explode any second that your girlfriend isn't touching you. 

“Hurry, please.” 

“Patience pretty girl,” Sevika warns. Your whines were cut short by Sevika’s mouth meeting your own. The kiss was rough, more teeth meeting lips and gasps than anything else but it was perfect. Just like her. 

Sevika pulls away and watches her baby's head lift off the pillow to chase her, falling back almost immediately with a huff. You let your hands move from where they lay against the pillow crossed to pull Sevika back down into a kiss. Desperate. 

Pulling away again Sevika pins your wrist to the mattress with a growl. You stare up at her, eyes shining with tears but overfilled with lust and want. Fuck. “You don't listen for shit, girl. Keep your hands where I can see ‘em.”

Sevika kisses along your jaw and neck, soft nips and bites that you wanted to feel more of. Wanted them to bruise. To show everyone who you belonged to. But all you can do is whine and mumble out whispers instead of words.  

“Use your words, baby.”

You choke on your words. “M-more. Please.”

Sevika leans back down, crashing her lips into yours. “You want more?”

You groan into her mouth. “Please, anything.”

Sevika pulls away, spitting into your mouth, hungry and aching. “Swallow. Want you to remember that taste.” You swallow greedily, heart pumping as Sevika kisses down the soft skin of your stomach, inching closer to your cunt. 

She smirks at the sight, you already so desperate for more, as she runs her fingers up and down your warm entrance. You moan at the sudden intrusion, rocking back onto Sevika’s hand as she slips a finger in, all the way to the knuckle, groaning at the heat and the way you're clenched so tight around her. 

“Another please, Sevika.”

One finger quickly becomes three, and you can't even flinch at the rushed invasion, just blabbering and moaning as Sevika's thick fingers slam into your pussy. Your hips rock against Sevika’s hand as you can do nothing but wordlessly whimper and beg for something.

Sevika hits that special spot in quick little pumps, bringing your muted cries to loud gasps. 

“Almost there, baby.” Sevika tells you, her ability to hold herself back from jumping your bones entirely is slowly starting to crumble. 

When she deems you prepped enough, she takes her fingers away and slides them into her mouth making you moan. She licks her fingers like it's nectar as she sucks them into her mouth. 

Finally, Sevika settles between your trembling thighs, the color a hue she's always loved from all the time you spent tanning in the sun with no worries in the world.

A gentle groan passes by your lips as Sevika sucks a mark into the flesh of your legs, nipping along the skin turning it into a pinkish red that will soon blossom into a deep purple. She grazes her teeth along your inner thigh, biting down hard. She trails her fingers up the backs of both your legs, settling on your ass and grabbing at the soft flesh, sending a shiver up your spine. 

You mewled, begging. “Need you please.” You could feel Sevika smile into the mark she made on your thigh, turned on beyond relief at your begging. “Just a little longer baby.”

Giving you a pat on the head, she lowers her awaiting mouth to your weeping cunt, though you're already close even from her thick fingers inside of you. You moaned at the contact, gripping the sheets as Sevika licks you up clean. You resist the overwhelming urge to clutch at her hair as she works you out, but you promised not to move your hands. You'd listen this once, just for her. 

She works her tongue over your swelling clit, swirling her tongue, and moving back down. She ate you like a pro, taking you deeper in her mouth, breathing in the smell of her girl and the tickle of your hairs along her face. Whether you had a bush or shaved for some occasions, she was very appreciative of the effort, regardless of how you presented yourself to her. 

She fucks you with her tongue and only adds in a single finger. Pistoning faster as she works at your clit. It's all too much too soon and she pulls off to lick you up again, fingers still angled over your sweet spot, when she hears a loud cry. You've already cum. Making the sheets stain a darker shade of navy blue. 

“W-what the fuck?” You say more to yourself than anyone else. The fever makes you even more sensitive, even the littlest bit of stimulation making you come, it's insanely embarrassing to your already dwindling ego. 

“Think you can do one more?” the older woman chuckles. You just shake your head nervously, tears peaking at the corner of your eyes. “No more.”  

Sevika's eyes harden, grasping your hips and digging her nails in. The clutch of her metal fingers into the flesh of your hip leaves you reeling – knowing it's gonna bruise later. “If I tell you one more, then it's gonna be one more.” 

He slicks up her glistening strap with whatever lube she had on her dresser already half empty, and positions her above you. She lines herself up, pushing slow yet unyielding into you. You can't help but scream as Sevika pulls out and slams her strap into you, purposely missing your sweet spot just to make you beg for it. 

You try and bite your arm to quiet your whimpers, it was embarrassing wanting her so bad, wanting her dick, her strap, inside you so bad. Sevika reaches up, grabbing your face until they drift to your throat. “You can be loud, baby, let me hear you.”

She fucks you slow and deep, wanting to savor every second you're so pliant underneath her. Your mind is quieted by the fever, now, basically delirious. She uses just enough pressure against your throat to let you breathe, already labored and erratic.

It feels like your whole body is on fire. Only filled with thoughts of Sevika Sevika Sevika. Those words chant themselves over and over in your mind like a mantra. 

Sevika places your legs over her shoulders and enters again with no hesitation, fucking into you even faster. “Touch yourself sweet girl. Wanna see you cum again.”

You whimper. “Sevika, I don’t think-”

Sevika puts a finger over your mouth. “You don't get to tell me no princess, you wanted this, remember?” It was mocking, less a question and more a statement. Of course you remember, it's burned into the back of your mind. 

Your weak hand reaches for your clit to give it at least a little bit of stimulation. But there's no strength left in your body to bring yourself to come again, your grip was nothing more than a soft coaxing. Tears fill your eyes from frustration, from pleasure, a sharp mixture of both. 

With a laugh, Sevika slaps your pathetic hand away and brings her hand to your clit herself. Sevika continues to stroke you, angling her hips to hit even deeper into your tight pussy. It's all too much and all you can do is sob. 

Sevika moves her vacant metal hand from your hip to your throat, choking you properly now. Sevika’s pace quickens, folding you in half with your thighs against her sticky chest, thrusting as deep into you as she could. Your eyes began to roll, chest heaving from a sob but no words can escape her lips. 

“Please don't stop, please.”

You barely have time to process what’s happening before Sevika folds you in half again. You love the way the older woman makes you feel when she's caged over you. You're not overly short or tall, but you still feel so small in comparison to Sevika’s more broad-shouldered frame. You feel your body shake as Sevika sheathes herself back inside fully with one single thrust. You barely manage to take it, body tightening around her cock reflexively. It's basically an extension of her at this point. 

She lets her hand slither from around your neck to your boobs, fondling them as she fucks you harder. You scramble against the sheets with sweaty hands and weak fingers, trying to get away from the pistoning dick tearing you apart. Sevika is so big inside of you, he can hardly feel anything else. 

She kisses you and it feels like heaven all over again. 

Feels like you're drowning in pure bliss. She keeps fucking you through it, making you cum over and over again, watching as your body writhes in agony and overstimulation. It almost hurts, so fucking much, but it feels so so good. You love that Sevika isn’t afraid to handle you roughly – isn't afraid to slam her hips forward like she wants to destroy your guts with each thrust – but she isn't afraid to truly make love to you either, all nice and slow. Here, your mind finally has the ability to finally shut off and you can submit yourself fully to the older woman.

When Sevika finally comes it's like you can practically feel the strap swell inside of you. 

Sevika pulls out with a groan, as if it really is her own cock and not a toy. Something about it has your stomach swirling into knots again. 

She licks her lips. “Not done with you yet baby.” 

Sevika grabs you by your waist and flips you over, shoving your face deep into the mattress. 

“Fit around this cock so well baby girl. Bet you're wishing it was real huh?”

You can barely process Sevika’s words, only letting out a jumbled, “only yours Sevi” before your mind is clouded by a thick sheen of tears, sweat, and cum. You can't count how many times you come before you pass out from the fever and from working your body so hard. 

————

When you come to, the first thing you feel is emptiness. The emptiness of your cunt and the bed as Sevika is nowhere to be seen. It triggers something in your chest and he can't help the sob that gets stuck in her throat. You want to call out for her, cry, something, but your throat is wrecked and raw. 

“Sevika?” you push out, voice weak from exertion. 

After a few moments of silence, you hear the floorboards creak near the bedroom door. It's Sevika with a bowl of something in her hand and a bottle of water. She smiles at you, her lopsided smile glistening against the window light and it's all too domestic. 

“You aight Bambi?” The special nickname makes you want to jump her bones all over again. Her voice is soft as if speaking any louder would frighten you. But you're strong, already feeling better from your nap. You just nod, reaching an arm out towards Sevika's approaching figure to motion her to the space on the bed next to you. 

There’s different sheets this time, a creamy grey color and you wonder how long you were out cold so that she was able to replace sheets right under you.  

“I'm right here baby hold on.” He grabs the thermometer from the nightstand, motioning for you to open your mouth again. 

“98.9” she says after the beep. She cracks a wide smile, “fucking miracle my strap is huh?” You can only roll your eyes, “don't get too cocky, Sevi. I was right after all.” 

Sevika wraps you in a hug, breathing in the faint smell of sex, and the smell of your shampoo. “Eat your soup and if you're good I'll let you sleep with it in.” She raises her eyebrows suggestively, grinning larger than life. The little gap between her teeth has your heart melting as you kiss her softly. 

“I love you so much Sevika.” She presses your foreheads together and holds the sides of your face with her hands.

One kiss to your left eyelid, one kiss to your right lid, another to the tip of your nose, and finally another one your lips as she clutches you tighter. “I love you too baby.”

You eat your soup with a hunger you've never had before in your life. You go to sleep very happy that night, stomach full and pussy full as she spoons you as you both fall asleep. 

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[invasive]

LIKE OH MY GAD.......

Do you know how much I think of you

[milkycarnations]

Sneak Peek at my WIP

I mentioned before that I'm working on a Ren Hana x reader short fic. I've been working hard on it and it's already about 10k words. Since I'm nowhere near done yet, I wanted to show a little sneak peek to garner some hype for it and also encourage myself if people end up really liking it. This is only about 1.5k words of it so far and is only part of the exposition. I encourage everyone to share their concrit and tell me what they think! Divider by @cafekitsune

Over the past few days, you’d been feeling feverish. Ren tried to nurse you back to health, feeding you an assortment of medicines and soups in an attempt to make you better, but the flu you’d caught wasn’t letting up. Tonight was your night to cook dinner and you’d already felt bad enough for making Ren cover for you the last two nights. As your fever began to dissipate, you promised Ren you’d get back on track. He had enough chores to do as is and lately, he’d been doing double since you fell ill. Even with your promise, the sickly exhaustion stuck around like a fog. 

You'd dragged yourself around the house all day, mulling around while you worked and cleaned. The laundry needed folding, the floors needed to be mopped, and the bathtubs were long overdue to be scrubbed down. You pushed through it, sniffling and coughing as you went. By the time noon came around, you were miserable. Falling onto the couch, you sighed as you were absorbed into the cushions. A nap couldn't hurt. Before you could think it over, you passed out.

By miracle, you shot awake hours later. You were coated in a thick sheen of sweat, mostly due to the fever, but now partly in fear. Oh god, Strade was going to fucking kill you. It was ten minutes til six. He would never settle for something quick and lazy, so an easy bowl of macaroni and cheese wouldn’t cut it. Panicked, you scoured over the pantry, trying to figure something out. 

Could Ren get him drunk? If he was wasted off of his ass, Strade would look it over and spare you some of the pain, but ten minutes wouldn’t be enough. Tears brimmed in your eyes but you blinked them back, needing to see inside the fridge. It would take a shit ton of alcohol for him to forget it. You were fucked. 

Pulling out miscellaneous veggies and potatoes, you quickly started a broth. It took everything within you to stop yourself from vomiting across the counter. It wasn’t going to work, you knew better. The potatoes wouldn’t cook in time. The stew wouldn’t have any meat - which Strade would hate - but you didn’t have the time to thaw and brown the beef in a skillet. It wasn’t like it would be very flavorful either, given you had ten minutes.  

Strade was expecting salmon tonight, you remembered. You were so stupid. Why did you have to tell him? 

Cranking on the front burner, you turned the heat on high and chopped a carrot with lightning speed. There was no other choice, you’d have to ditch the potatoes, too. Strade would be just as unhappy if he bit into a raw potato. 

You chucked the diced carrot into the broth, which had only just begun to simmer, and began cutting the celery before stopping to toss in a few handfuls of pasta noodles. By chance, you had managed to avoid cutting yourself as you sliced the celery into uneven chunks. You checked the time. Five till. Fuck - how had you wasted five minutes already? The noodles wouldn’t be done. The carrots won’t be tender. 

After nearly mauling your fingers with the knife, you scream out for Ren. The celery plopped into the pot, splashing droplets of hot water against your arms. Then, the sound of footsteps behind you. 

“Ren, please I need-” you pivoted. It was Strade. 

A gasp was forced from your chest. The water in the pot rumbled as it began to roll. Curious, Strade picked up the small paring knife and twisted it in his fingers. A devilish grin was splayed across his face. 

“Almost done?” he asked. 

Glancing behind yourself, you found yourself unable to lie, but also unable to tell the truth. You stood there with nothing else to say. Strade drew in a heavy inhale. 

“Doesn’t smell like salmon at all, Häschen.” Strade stalked his way to you, peering over your shoulder at the stew, “Changed your mind?” 

Again, you were speechless. He chuckled, grabbing your face in his hands. 

“What a shame. I was looking forward to that side dish you make - those garlic chili green beans and mashed potatoes, maybe?” Those eyes peered into you as he squished your cheeks. He was expecting something. 

“I’m sorry, Strade.” you tried not to make eye contact. 

“Sorry about what, buddy?” he tutted. 

Choosing to stay quiet, tears continued to stream down your face. Grinning, Strade answered for you. 

“You’re apologizing for lying and wasting my time?” Tone fluctuating, you sensed that this was a rhetorical question. He gestured towards the pot on the stove, "It looks like you didn't even try."

“I’m really sorry-” you choked out, sobbing. You were unable to hold the flood of emotions back. You had already felt like absolute shit and now Strade was going to hurt you for it. It was likely that he'd drag you down to the basement, and you swore to yourself that you'd never go down there as a victim ever again. Leaning forward, he licked the tears from your cheek, teeth grazing against the skin. He pulled off with a wet kiss. 

“And what about it, Häschen? What should I do with you?” his hum rattled your bones. 

“It was an accident!” you raised your tone but spoke softly in his presence. Screaming at him would only make things worse. 

“An accident?” he pushed you back onto the counter beside the oven. The heat from the gas range made your skin itch, “A dog pissing on the floor is an accident, but that still requires punishment and training. You shock it with a collar or shove its face into its mess until it learns better. But you’re already trained, buddy. You know better. You know what that means, don't you?”

The blade of the knife glimmered in the bright lights of the kitchen as Strade pressed it against your face. The panic was swarming you. 

“Strade, puh-lease!” you begged, but couldn’t get out anything else. You were hyperventilating. It wasn’t fair! You knew better, but the only reason you’d slept in was because you were sick! On a normal day, this would’ve never happened. 

Strade launched into you and brought the struggle to the floor. As you fell, your back scraped against the cabinet. It was too much: the weight of him straddling you, the headache, the fear. In your fragile state, distress swarmed you. A gut-wrenching shriek was ripped from your lungs before you’d even realized it had happened. Strade had reared back, thrusting the blade towards your eye. Splaying your fingers, you reached out and gripped the blade of the knife with both hands. The knife sliced your palms and fingers, but it was the only thing stopping him. His face and neck flamed red, and his smile was drunk with adrenaline. He was practically drooling over you at your resistance. Instead of letting up, he pushed harder, the blade centimeters from your eye. Nothing could be more hilarious to him than your display - he was cackling. 

Fear was a dangerous thing. Unable to control yourself, you screamed and cried relentlessly, hands shaking as Strade pushed the knife down harder. Blood spilled over your face, making it difficult to attempt to hold him back. Everything was slippery and your throat was already run raw. You heard Ren’s footsteps patter into the kitchen. His typical skittish behavior dissipated in an instant at the sight of the two of you. 

Throughout your captivity, there were many instances in which you feared Strade would snap and kill you. Before, there was always a slimmer of hope, knowing that he wanted you around. At the end of the day, he had kept you, after all. This was different. You could see it in his eyes. If you let go, Strade was going to kill you. 

“Strade!” Ren cried out, worry evident. He neared close but didn’t touch. “Strade, please it’s not that serious! It was an accident, come on.” 

You knew better. Ren would be punished too if he intervened, but you couldn’t stop yourself from pleading for your life. Something about the thickness in the air had you worried. He was going to do it for real this time. It was over. 

“Ren, make him stop please!” 

The words came out between sobs. Hyperventilating only made the tip of the blade lurch closer and that made you squeal out like a wounded animal. Beside you, Ren continued to urge Strade to let you go, but it was doomed from the start. Pressing his palm against the bottom of the knife, Strade rammed the metal into your eye. It chipped against your skull - the only thing that saved your brain from the damage. The agony was blinding, and your terror multiplied that tenfold. As you wailed, the room burst into a cacophony of noise. It was so deafening, a ringing noise sounded in your ears as Strade twisted the knife and went to pull.

Something had stopped him. 

[faith-nerd]

OKAY LET'S DO THIS!

So, yesterday, I put out the idea of doing a VeggieTales Villain Song Tournament inspired by @its-to-the-death doing an every other Villain Song tournament. I've gotten enough interest to be hyped about it, so I'm going to give it a go!

I'm not doing a submission period because there are about 17 total anyway, so we're just doing them all ... I think (sorry if I missed a favorite of yours; give propaganda in the replies and I may revamp the bracket)

There is one Round 1 Competition of 3 since there's not an even bracket. The Bracket was made based on release order and the 3-Way Matchup was randomly selected.

Barring any Changes that may be made, Round 1 will be as follows:

On the Left Side:

Oh no, what're we gonna do? (Where's God when I'm Scared: Daniel in the Lion's Den) vs Busy, Busy (Are You My Neighbor: Tale of Flibber-o-loo)

The Bunny Song (Rack Shack and Benny) vs Keep Walking (Josh and the Big Wall)

The Rumor Weed Song (Larry-Boy and the Rumor Weed) vs Salesmanz Rap (Madame Blueberry)

I Love My Duck/I Must Have It (King George and the Ducky) vs Haman's Song (Esther, the Girl Who Became Queen)

Right Side:

What is up with Lyle? (Lyle the Kindly Viking) vs 113 Years Ago (An Easter Carol)

Temptation (Larry-Boy and the Bad Apple) vs You Know Enough (Pistachio: The Little Boy that Woodn't) vs A Treasure to Behold (The Little Drummer Boy)

The Prince of Ham I Am (Robin Good and His Not-So-Merry Men) vs Freeze, Freeze, Freeze (League of Incredible Vegetables)

I'm Gonna Tear it Down (Celery Night Fever) vs Good for the Grabbing (Veggies in Space: The Fennel Frontier)

Official Round 1 Will be Up on Sunday and each round will be a week voting period. Later today I'll post a poll with my honorable mentions that didn't quite make the tournament to give me some practice making polls. EDIT: IT'S UP!

Feel free to submit propaganda for your favorite songs!

EDIT: If anyone wants to listen to all songs competing, plus alternate versions, plus honorable mentions, here's a YouTube playlist of all of them.

[sillyguyz4ever]

Wait...

I wanna hear you yap about your vegetables hypertension??!?!!

Ik we're not moots but idc, TELL ME

Yess OK SO

It was made from a company called big idea entertainment

Which was created by Phil Vischer and Mike Nawrocki and their friends as a college passion project

The first episode was just supposed to be a project not popular

Which is why the animation isn't the best

Over time it got popular

The show is a Christian children's show

It has a similar format to youtubers like smosh

They introduce the episode

Then there's a story sumtimes it's a skit

Then there's segments the most popular is silly songs with larry

The show stars 2 host

Bob the tomato

Whos a Christian version of Mr Roger (HE WAS ACCUTALLY BASED ON MR ROGER) he's the down to earth mature one

Larry the cucumber

Whos a Christian version of spongebob

Hes the child like innocent cheerful energetic silly one

The series started off as a DVD type series

But then the early 2000s rolled in and then big idea made an on TV program called bobs house

The premise was simple

It took place in bob (the main host's) house it wasn't nearly as successful but it was good

Then there was the movie era

Which in my opinion (ik I'll get hate by most veggietales consumers) was the best era

We had jhona

We had penniless princes (ok I think it kinda deserves hate it was kinda boring had it been a little more entertaining then maybe it wouldn't have gotten as much hate)

We had lyle the kindly viking

We even had celery night fever

In the mod 2010s big idea got bankrupt and Netflix bought veggietales

LOOK IK ITS CONTROVERSIAL but

Love the Netflix veggietales it's so good

Sure the designs r not the best plots r kinda silly

But it's a fun watch

In the late 2010s they made veggietales show which was basically where the cast/characters made everything live instead of filming it

If I had to choose a fav character it would be

Larry the cucumber

[callie-bleh]

been a HOT ASS minute, ive been super sick (again) because chronic illnesses go brr BUT i am back with more content... something a lil different than my usual shit and am kinda nervous to post, but have a humanized christian veggie for your viewing pleasure ig. alien posting will resume shortly, i promise 😭💔

(and yes this is based off of the fucking Celery Night Fever movie)

[whatsthebestofveggietales]

What’s the best song in Celery Night Fever?

[huntersapprentice]

biting my hand resisting the urge to add a "tear it down" storyboard to my list of video ideas I still haven't started

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

All the colours look brighter now

Note: The story’s setting happens during the end of Episode 7: After Rain Comes Fair Weather. Thank you once again @flashfictionfridayofficial for this prompt #FFF199 Didn’t Mean it. Also @fluffbruary ‘s April and May prompts Kid and Pillow. Thank you so much for considering. I blabbed so much on this story. Kazuki’s POV, missing scenes, kinda.

Fandom: Buddy Daddies

Pairing: Kurusu Kazuki/Suwa Rei

Words: 971

Rating: Gen up

“I am back!” Silence. Kazuki tried again. “I am home, you guys!?” Still no answer, but Kazuki noticed the chaos.

He was not at all surprised that the loft was not in tiptop condition when he returned that night given how slovenly his little family was. The kid’s toys were scattered on the floor. The discarded pizza boxes decorated the dining table and the carpet. Half-consumed soda in grimy bottles and cans. Cups and glasses were everywhere. And the little girl’s coat and daycare bag were still lying on the now dried floor. Truth to tell, the chaos was an eyesore. It reminded him of the day he got a first glimpse of Rei’s living condition back when they were not roommates yet. It was their fifth mission, and, for a change, Rei invited him to his loft albeit reluctantly.

Where are those two rascals anyway?

The apartment seemed empty except for the detritus of life that was present in front of him.

He searched all the rooms saved for Miri’s sleeping chamber.

When he finally went up to see it, he opened the door slowly and was a bit skeptic. He was still feeling cross, dejected, mind. Instead of boisterous laughter and raucous blabbering coming from an energetic four-year-old girl, there was utter silence. Kazuki raised his left eyebrow.

What’s happening here?

His eyes travelled to the medical prescription and the fever thermometer on top of Miri’s baby-blue nightstand. Next to the thermometer was a bottle of medicine and a half-empty glass.

Miri, with her fuchsia pillow highlighting the moist white rug on her forehead, snored softly, her face peaceful. Her right hand intertwined with Rei’s left.

Shocked and suddenly protective, guilt came up to him. He only left for a day, tired and still emotional, but hopeful. He returned to these two individuals and one of them was sick.

His heart quenched when he saw his friend took up the challenge to be a real parent to Miri. Rei succeeded all right. Affection and pride toward the younger man was brimming over him.

He was meant to be angry finding the state of the apartment, but seeing their sick child he couldn’t afford to be.

Wanting not to disturb the two further, he tiptoed back to the door and closed it gently behind him.

Kazuki did what he could do for now. He tidied the living room, set the vacuum cleaner in a pleasant noise. He took out the chicken breast from the freezer and rummaged for carrots, leek, and celery in the crisper. He also cleared the table off empty pizza boxes and plastic bottles. Preparing chicken soup for Miri was the least he could do.

Half an hour later, there were footsteps coming down from the second floor. Tired ones. The water began to boil, the chicken’s aroma wafted out from the kitchen.

“Hey, Rei,” Kazuki greeted him.

“Kazuki, you are back.” Groggy, the young man looked at him, a wide smile on his face.

“I am back, yes,” Kazuki assured him. Rei stopped before the countertop table. His head bowed. Kazuki was eyeing him waiting for his friend’s next sentence. He saw the prescription, knew that Rei stayed up all night taking care of a sick little girl, helpless.

“Miri is… as you can see, she got a fever,” Rei informed him apologetically. “I had to see Kyutaro-san for help. I called you up several times, but you didn’t answer your phone.”

“I apologise for not being here. I wasn’t ignoring my phone. It was probably ringing when I was on the train going to Saitama. I didn’t mean it. My thoughts were somewhere else.” The soup was now simmering. Whatever spices Kazuki added into it the smell was heavenly. Finally, Rei looked at him, but never said anything.

“You… Saitama? I … I thought you abandoned us, Kazuki,” Rei’s hands are on the table as if hanging on to it. Kazuki noticed his friend’s fingernails turning white.

“I didn’t intend to leave, Rei. It wasn’t my plan. I am sorry if I made you think that way, but I really had enough the other day. I felt doing this alone for Miri. It didn’t seem that there were two fathers in this house but two children. On top of that, it is Yuzu’s death anniversary,” his voice broke. A tear threatened to fall, Kazuki turned around hiding the surge of emotion from his partner as he stirred the soup. Cloud-like smoke rushed out from the pot.

“Oh… I am … I did not know,” Rei said.

“I didn’t tell you. Not your fault,” Kazuki faced him again.

“Tell me what to do so I could make it up to you.”

Huh? Did he hear it correctly? Was this the same Rei he met at Kyu-chan’s coffeehouse from less than two years years ago? Rei making amends?

Smiling, Kazuki boiled another pot for the noodles. He brushed the dust off the Enoki mushrooms under the running water and would blanch them later. Rei waited for the answer. If he could, he’d give everything to Kazuki as long he was able.

“I’d like to try how to make a French toast, maybe you could tell me the ingredients so Miri—god forbid she’s going to be well in the next days or so—and I could buy them at the store the next day,” Rei suggested.

Kazuki chuckled. Of all the things that he wanted to discuss with Rei the latter wanted to try cooking the French toast.

“Of course, she’ll be well. She has an excellent nurse,” Kazuki assured his partner. He touched his shoulder and squeezed it.

Rei, wanting not to break the silent truce, showed one of his rare smiles again. For now, everything was all right between them.

~ fin ~

[pa-goffik-grape]

“how many more people have to suffer before you realize your madness?”

Pa, you’re overreacting. Like you always do. If the VMAs can bring a boy band back, then the Boyz can come back, too! Not my fault our music is a little loud when we rehearse…

“A little loud! Heh, right. Well, ya’d have to get the others on board for a reunion, I guess, but what matters is having fun! That was what they taught in Celery Night Fever. I think. I wasn’t in that one, was I?” He mused, no longer sure of his memory. “What was I talking about? Oh! Why it was a bad idea. Didn’t ya have kinda some fallin’ out or something last time?”

[deepest-nightmare-expert]

Jeff x sick reader ! ___

Requested by my friend .

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Cw EMH mentions of over all being sick and not feeling good.

This is fluff x reader

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You were laying in bed , eyes puffy nose flushed a shade of rosey pink at the tip.

Sinuses absolutely clogged, and hair in slight tangles. Dishleved from you sleeping all day atop of trying to get comfortable.

Your lips were cracking a tad chapped yes but not too horrible , still very uncomfortable twisted in with a small scale growing fever.

And you felt like shit.

Youre bed side night stand was covered in a sizable yet tiny pile of tissue paper because your bin you placed by your bed was no longer enough almost overflown with used tissues.

Which you hated.

But your body was sick and you really don't get a say in its bodily functioning healing process wether or not you liked it played no part in the matter.

You called your boyfriend Jeff who was out grocery shopping once he finished his shift at the hospital.

He was in the middle of grabbing a bag of chips tossing them into the cart , before the vibrations of his phone from his jean pocket lightly brought him into mildly startled awareness.

He stuffs his hand into his pocket, and fishes out his phone eyes narrowing at the screen reading over the caller ID .

Then he registered mentally that it's you calling ! So of course he hit the green button and put the phone up to his ear.

"Hello what's up?"

Jeff's voice picks up from the other end of the call.

You sniffle and begin to speak "Jeff - I caught a cold ...i don't think you wanna come over tonight ."

The second he heard that little sniffle he furrowed his brows in concerned shock and stubbornly shook his head no which you could practically feel through the phone without Even having to see him physically.

He scoffs and that's all you hear before he responds with a stern yet loving "uhm no. I'm coming over, you can stop me or atleast try but you probably won't be able to . And you lay down and rest, when I'm done shopping I'm making you soup. And taking care of you like a good boyfriend love you stay put. And get comfy because your not moving on my watch for a good while less completely necessary."

Before you could even get a single w o r d in he hung up.

Jeff was on a SPREE now searching up and down for the perfect ingredients for a healthy yet well rounded meal to make you feel better and some medicine he even went as far as to get a heating pad and you a new blanket with some tissue boxes and pajamas which were soft in texture having a blue and white plaid pattern.

He settled on some simple chicken stew , with some parsley thyme chives cream rosemary and celery a bit of onions mixed with some salt pepper and garlic and then those thick homemade noodles that everyone's Italian grandma has stored away in her kitchen.

Before you knew it he was home he dressed you in new pajamas got your hair all taken care and washed. cleaned off the side table and emptied out the tissue bin placing the new tissue box on the bedside table for you.

Made you that amazing soup and got you a bottle of water tucking you in with your new blanket which pleasantly to your surprise was your favorite color ! And very soft n fuzzy.

And you even had a brand new heating pad under your blanket helping you stay warm and to break the fever quicker speeding up the process of ending this horrible snot nosed nightmare of a cold.

He set your medicine on the table next to the tissue box and after you were properly fed he got into bed with you despite your protests of "Jeff your gonna get sick!!"

Jeff only replied with a smug yet proud look only he of all people can sport. Painted all along his face.

"no. I'm holding you and hugging you because I'm just gonna and what are you gonna do kick me out of the room? "

You fall silent mentally parsing a response yet the attempt fails and you sigh pulling the blankets up and over you both once he's snuggled in next to you properly and sleepily tuck your head into his shoulder eyes sleepily closing you hear a chuckle and mentally roll your eyes before you feel his slender hands fingers run through your (your hair color) locks you slowly feel all your resistance to this absolute loving yet asshole ish man fade like butter in a microwave on high. And you start to drift off to sleep you feel one of his lanky arms wrap around you and his hand continues to pet your head of now clean and brushed hair thanks to him that is. You hear Jeff start to hum a soft tune aiding you further into a dazed half awake half asleep state the song is "shankill butchers by he decembersists" Jeff loves that song and had always sung it to you when you were having difficulties and now it definitely served its purpose further soon you were asleep.

Jeff watches as you sleep and continues humming and softly singing to you a look of smitten adornment glistening in his tired eyes and soon enough his own exhaustion from working at a hospital all day and shopping makes itself known and he begins to drift off alongside you but before he does and before his heavy eyes shut he kisses your forehead and puts his chin atop your head tucking your head protectively beneathe his own the hand in your hair softly pushing your head closer to the betweenst of his shoulder and chest where it connects and soon you both were interlaced and out like a light. Comfy warm. And happy.

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Sooo that's my first actual fic regarding this opinions are appreciated !

And I do take requests.

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[xoxo-gossipgourd]

That’s a bold claim about Bob and Larry, especially given how many claims I’ve heard about Bob’s annoyance being an act. But with that said, why the act?

Anyone else notice how they tend to throw themselves at the first ladies they have even a smidge of on-screen chemistry with? Especially how hard and fast Larry “fell” for Petunia when she joined the cast?

I’m just saying, I don’t think it’s coincidence that their Celery Night Fever character names were one letter off from the names of the gay couple in Rock of Ages, and having a gay couple as the hosts of a “Christian” kids show would certainly take a bite out of the ratings.

Just something you might consider looking into for some fresh gossip ;)

Why the act? Please, Larry is the clear fan favourite, with maybe only Archibald running as competition. But the show is Bob’s baby. If he wants it to keep being successful, he needs to keep Larry around.

As for throwing themselves at Petunia and Megan - you couldn’t be more wrong. Larry had another love interest before, Vicki, and that didn’t turn out so well. And we’ve all seen the SUV Silly Song, in terms of on screen chemistry, why NOT throw himself at Achmetha? And with the amount of time it took for Larry and Petunia to get together for real, well, I don’t see the point in faking that. And that’s not even touching on whatever was going on between Bob and Esther back in the day.

Celery Nighy Fever was a narrative, much like how Mr Lunt and Archibald weren’t dating, but their characters in Asparagus of La Mancha were. Remember, Larry played fake married to a carrot in Princess and the Pop Star AFTER Petunia was already a regular. It’s called acting.

But also let me be absolutely clear - they’re both bisexual. Just no attraction towards each other.

XOXO

Gossip Gourd 😘