#charlies mushroom corner

[softmeetscreatureplz]

Okay wooowwwwe.

So apparently trump winning and the clusterfuck that was my emotional Rollercoaster from finding that out has pushed my mental health of a cliff. Again. Fuck my life

[lizzisimss]

Gonzales Family Home

CC used (list below) Garden Essence in Willow Creek 40 x 30 8 bed, 3 bath $276,606

This build is part of the Lizzisimss Save File.

Aira – https://www.patreon.com/airacc

Birdie lamp

Frog incense

Froggy cushion

Ghibli clay 2

Ghibli painting

Heart night lamp

Mushroom plant

Tablet PC

Toast light

Vanilla flower candle

Vanilla recipe book

Woodenland bear holder

ATS4 – https://www.patreon.com/aroundthesims

Kitchenrack condiments

Kitchenrack utsensils

Brazenlotus - https://www.patreon.com/BrazenLotus

The trouble with plants

Whatever you want

Steezy Skis

Heavy Metal Shelf

Clean sweep

Laundry Made Essentials

charly pancakes - https://www.patreon.com/charlypancakes

The Lighthouse Collection merged

Diaper days

Dinna merged

Lavish Merged

M & S Constructions part I merged

Miscellanea Merged

Modish Merged

Munch merged

Smol merged

Soak merged

Tarot posters simblreen treat 1 2020

Felixandre – https://www.patreon.com/felixandre

Fayun part 2 and 2

Georgian set

Gothic revival interior

London exterior

Greellamas – https://www.patreon.com/greenllamas

KERV

house of harlix - https://www.houseofharlix.com

Orjanic

Bafroom

Baysic Bafroom Merged

Baysic Merged

Harluxe Merged

Jardane

Livin’Rum Merged

The Kichen

Tiny Twavellers Merged

harrie - https://www.patreon.com/heyharrie

Brownstone collection complete merged

Brownstone collection part 1 & 2 merged

Brutalist bathroom

Country collection

Octave part 1, 3 and 4 merged

Porto

Shop the look

Spoons part 1

Stockholm

Kiwisim - https://www.patreon.com/Kiwisim4

Blockhouse

Piha

KKB – https://www.patreon.com/user?u=15789815

Citrus Room

KARLSTAD kitchen

leaf motif - https://leaf-motif.tumblr.com

2202 Magnolia Bathroom

Aubrey office

Basil chair

Botanic boudoir

Calliope bathroom

Devon kitchen

Floret grove

Heirloom kitchen

Ivy hallway

Keller bedroom

Little ceramics

Old hat

Simblreen 2021

Starlight crystals

Sunbeam study

Sunny corner

Twee tablewar

Winter village

Patron gift 1, 2, 5 and 7

Lilis-palace – https://www.patreon.com/lilis_palace

Folklore set off the grid

Littlecakes – https://litttlecakes.tumblr.com/downloadspage

Record Player

I want to believe poster

Twinkly lights

littledica - https://www.patreon.com/littledica

Deligracy merged cottage living update

Countryside cabin merged

Eco kitchen stuff pack merged

Greasy goods merged

Lava lamp merged

Modern rocking chair

Sleek slumber stuff pack merged

Roman holiday merged

Sweet treats merged

Deligracy delicato stuff pack

MadameRia – https://www.patreon.com/MadameRia

Lucky Man Folded Shirts Override

Madlen – https://www.patreon.com/madlen

Kei first aid

Kei plushie

Brizo soap dispenser

Lorens painting

Numi backpack decor

Marvell –https://marvell-world.tumblr.com/download

KC Salt & Pepper

Upcycle books

max 20 - https://www.patreon.com/Max20

Master bedroom

Child dream kit

Classic kitchen

Garden at Home

Poolside lounge

Mechtasims - https://www.patreon.com/mechtasims

Back to School Calendar

Bathroom set

Cyber girl

Desk planner

Essential Clutter

Groovy baby

Wiccan set

Mlys – https://mlyssimblr.tumblr.com/cc-catalog

Pufferhead

Computer emook

Computer mookbook

Deco deskop globe

Mycupofcc –

Colour talk dining stuff

Colour talk kitchen merged

Colour talk livingrm merged

Maple manor the modernist collection living rm

August 2021

Tiny dreamers merged

myshunosun - https://www.patreon.com/myshunosun

Garden stories

Nora living

Riikka

The art room

Zephyr office

Arrie office

Daria bedroom

Dawn abstract

Dawn living

Gale dining

Lottie décor

Moonwood garden

Simmify instant camera

Herbalist kitchen

Simmify part 2

Vanity nook

Networksims - https://www.thesimsresource.com/members/networksims

Max brick floor

Veronique wallpaper

ONI – https://www.patreon.com/oni28

Artist’s old workroom

Kitchen peg board shelf long

peacemaker - https://peacemaker-ic.tumblr.com/TS4O...

Atwood Living

Cozy knits bedding

Creta kitchen

Elsie bedroom

Essa kitchen

Futura merged

Hamptons retreat merged

Hinterlands bedroom

Hinterlands living

Hudson bathroom

Kitayama dining merged

Kitayama living merged

Mid-century eclectic merged

Mina kitchen merged

Moku seating

Phoebe sofa suite

Roarsome kids bedroom merged

Seasons build mode expanded

Strangeville build mod add on

Vara office

Bowed

pierisim - https://www.patreon.com/pierisim

Calderone bedroom

MCM part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 and part 5 merged

Oakhouse part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 merged

The office mini kit

Tidying up

Auntie vera bathroom merged

Coldbrew coffeeshop

Domaine du clos part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 merged

Living room mini kit

Winter garden part 2

Puffersuffer – https://www.patreon.com/puffersuffer

8 pack holiday penguin

19 pack cute cookies

RVSN – https://ravasheen.com/downloads/

Art attack

Smarts content

simplisticsims - http://simplisticsims4.com

Art van gogh

Chinoiserie round rug

Cottage roman curtain

Crafter shelf

RH bottom bunk

RHshadeB

RHshadeC

RH wall art square DH

Round jute rugs

Rustic rug

Taisho merged all

Vintage country art llb

sixamcc - https://imfromsixam.tumblr.com/

Breeze of Greece

Oak&Concrete Kit merged

Artiu

Artz

Home basics

Home Improvement

Home office

Hotel bedroom

Kids room

Luxbath

Retro vibes

Small Spaces

Teen Room

Soolani –https://www.patreon.com/soolani

Iconic album art

SurelySims – https://www.patreon.com/surelysims

KoT Build Floor Lino V4

Fallout baby

SYB – https://www.patreon.com/Syboubou

Bonbon

Galileo

Julie

Laundry

Nathalie

TaurusDesign – https://www.patreon.com/taurusdesign

Cassandra Bathroom

Dina Dining Room

Eliza Walk In Closet

Elsa Kids Room

Jade Build

Lilith Chilling Areas p1 merged

Clutter Cat - https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thec...

Busy bee 2

Busy bee

Cozy cocina

KawaiiKidz

MellowMini

MellowMoods

PetitsPirates

Xfest22

TUDS -https://www.patreon.com/TudTuds

2nd wave mergedpat

Beam parte2 v01 mergd

Cross merged

Ema dining room v02 merged

Wave merged

Awingedllama – https://www.patreon.com/awingedllama

Apartment therapy inspired stuff v2 merged

Blooming rooms plants merged

Tray files are available on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/lizzisimss

Please consider supporting if you wish :)

[mrfelixfischoeder]

I wish you’d write a fic where the Old people foursome has a double date and doesn’t have to worry about saving the fucking world for once 🥲

(Or Zorya is in a mustached sandwich between Murderface and Eddy)

This turned into waffle, but I kind of like slice of life waffle!!

Wine night was nice when it was just the two of them. Roisin and Magnus had created a regime that worked for them. That kept them safe, and away from the nightmarish world. Her warmth had opened his eyes to his wrongs, and the wrongs he could have done. Now? His haven is her lap, his home is his face within her hands. His lifeblood is the feeling of her lips on his.

Then their two turned back into a three, and it was welcomed. Though there might have been teething issues between Magnus and Charles – created by each other against each other, fabricated in fear of things not being the same – but they were quick to come to their senses. It was like being in college all over again, except they’ve all learned lessons now. They’re not worrying about reports or dissertations. Not even about lights out and sneaking in weed to their rooms.

And now there’s four.

It’s a good number – means no one is left out. Means their lives are forever changing, and that’s a good thing. A reminder that their lives move on, and on, and on. Sometimes it’s scary. Sometimes it’s a comfort.

“I can’t believe you’d say that – Nick Pizzazz is the best wrestler of his generation!” you’d never have thought Cal is the newest member, refilling Roisin’s wine glass to the brim as she argues (light-heartedly, they assume) with Magnus. He sneers, but the corners of his lips are lifted just enough to make it less threatening.

“He’s all about show – there’s no skill!”

“I was his protégé!” Cal sounds aghast, lifting her own glass, and she huffs as Magnus actually lets out a bit of a laugh.

“I know.”

Roisin laughs because Magnus laughs, and she finds the sound inviting. Charles chuckles, because he does find it funny, and he can see that Cal finds it funny too: the way her eyes aren’t going that certain way, or the way she isn’t tensing up or gripping her glass. Magnus watches her, not knowing these little facets of her yet, smirking, and Cal smirks back behind her glass, taking a long drink. “You’re lucky I’ve already had a glass, sug’, or I’d show you the kinda things he taught me.”

“Some other time, hm?” Magnus gets up, walking over to the aga, stirring the veg in the pan, “When was the last time you made dinner for yourself, huh, Charlie? Can’t believe the rich boy shit you get up to now.”

“He’s busy doing other things.” Roisin teases and defends in one breath – Calypso always admires that about her. She only ever finds that flawless two-faced kindness in Texas, and yet from Roisin it is delightful – it doesn’t make Calypso put her guard up.

“I cook,” Charles’ quiet rebuttal goes over their heads, except Cal steps towards him nonchalantly and puts her hand across his shoulder. He leans his head back, the nape of his neck against her arm. “Since when can you cook anything edible?”

“Hmph,” Magnus refuses to answer, adding more spices to the mix. Roisin sips her wine. Something is on the tip of Magnus’ tongue, she can tell, but he holds back, and lets it fall away. But Charles can’t help it – he’s watching precious mushroom fall from the wok.

“You’re too rough.” He gets up, gently moving past Cal – his hand grazing her thighs in the last moment of touch before walking over. Magnus rolls his head back, eyes going with, but does step aside without a battle, giving him a mocking bow and drinking more of his beer. Cal stays standing, not sure what to do until she feels a hand guide her down to Charles’ seat. Roisin wraps her arm around Cal’s, not even bringing attention to it as Charles and Magnus ‘discuss’ the best way to present the whole thing. Cal’s fingers circle the rim of her glass, smiling as she watches Charles in his true element. No demands, no stress, tie even gone and shirt unbuttoned (just the one though, don’t want to go crazy). And she fits. The one thing Cal had been panicked about the most – for surely if she never fit with Roisin and Magnus, then she’d be out the door. It had never been about impressing Charles himself (she knows she does), but the people he considers his confidants in dark days.

Roisin squeezes her arm, and Cal is brought back out of her wondering. Because her thoughts and her worries don’t matter, not now. It’s all she needs.

[the-darkmess]

Channeling Stella hard right now

SYBIL KILLED PEARLANNE! The tea she gave could have killed her in her sleep.

Sybil is connected to most of the things happening!

She is giving Tabitha tea to suppress whatever is in that locked door in the basement

She knows what Wayne is, enough that it's said that he visits her for help. He has mushrooms coming out of his wrist and she has mushroom tea.

She is giving Joan Kelly the Ricin to keep Reese from changing

Her bloodline has been in the Holler for as long as the Scarlets and is most likely the witch that Kaneeka becomes from the Resonant.

The witch sends Charlie to seek a stone seal, just as Sybil is send you to find them

A witch healed Enoch's younger brother's legs but he was pronounced dead instead, per the corners reports in the clinic

Y/N's mom went to Sybil for help when she was pregnant, likely for some fear for the Scarlett bloodline doing something to you.

Miles admits his mother is a witch and thinks it's cool. I believe she is teaching him the family secrets because Kaneeka railed so hard against magic existing. This could be why she gives Miles so much more freedom. (Could he have been sent into the mines with the seal on purpose?)

I think Sybil gave Tabitha tea to give to Pearlanne, knowing you would come back to the Holler for the funeral. Your blood is somehow unlocking those stone seals! She's causing all of this, and using whatever bullshit the Scarlet ancestors got up to for her own gain.

This woman has everyone in her pocket.

DONT DRINK THE TEA! @blacktabbygames

[magpigment]

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR GENLOSS: THE SPIRIT

i’ve recorded my general opinions and thoughts throughout the course of the generation loss episode the spirit. this is not really my analysis or anything, just my reactions to things as they happened. it will probably not make sense to anybody else but it might be funny, so here!

LMAO THE FACT RANBOO IS LIKE AS TALL AS ALL THE DOORS IN THE CABIN LMAO

ok the editing on this is pretty dope actually ngl

ALSO the thing on the back of their mask has the show fall media logo on it i think? like against the back of his head. that’s really really cool and also the mask looks dope

lmao the hauntometer in the corner 

oop bye bye urn

the fact that the show fall media guys name is squiggles, that’s pretty funny 

also genuinely what is up w the mask ranboo is wearing. as soon as it glowed red they were able to actually speak? and it happened as soon as he touched the ashes from the broken urn?? probably unrelated to the urn but strange nonetheless 

also the hauntometer is gone rip

weird painting??? in reference to the fourth wall or are they able to like. somewhat SEE the audience in some capacity? 

i like the interactive interface style it’s for going on, very point and click video game esque which is probably the point lmao

‘knowledge can be painful’ ???? foreshadowing perchance? 

why is he just picking up the ashes from the urn 😂 

THE GUY THE GUY THE GUY I MISS YOU ALREAYD WHERE IS HE ooooo the spirit i’m so excited 

dr jekyll and mr hyde is an interesting choice of book to have been brought up hmmm. very interesting and a neat way to subtly set the tone if it ends up being at all relevant 

ranboo keeps mentioning their head hurting which might just be a callback to the books falling on them but who knows!!

oooooooh that’s a cool setting for the door to take them to

why did he just shove sand in their pocket 😭 

‘pocket sand is useful in almost any situation’ shut your fucking mouth squiggles no one asked. i see past your little tricks you goddamn WEASEL. GET OUT OF MY SIGHT

why is there a musical instrument recorder there. what is this, a middle school

and also bats

i like how he’s just gutting a bat lmao

‘BOO BITCH’ YES YES YES MY BOY IS HERE!!!

‘oh my gosh is that slimecicle’ based, squiggles

slimecicle has been here for like two seconds and he’s already doing mouth to mouth on a bat. on brand 

‘RICHARD NOOOO’ agreed squiggles

it is so funny how ranboo is just absolutely TOWERING over the spirit. this is fantastic lmao

noooo not christian hell XD

i fucking love the voice charlie chose for the spirit, this is great. i am genuinely having a blast right now

it’s so funny that the spirit keeps getting stuck to himself 

the pinky promises lmao

RUMBISH 😂 

‘A NICE CHAIR, I WILL THOROUGHLY SOIL IT’ charlie please

‘how do i feel about this contestant? the same way i feel about everything- WET.’ CHARLIE PLEASE

‘goo goobie!’ you have redeemed yourself, slimecicle. for now

why does slimecicle want ranboo to degrade his fucking sandwich 

spagwebbi :3

the audience interactive element that keeps being brought up is actually pretty cool, can’t wait for it to bring me ceaseless agony later ^u^

the random unscripted person in the cupboard was fantastic

NOT THE MUSHROOM NOOO

i like the way squiggles capitalizes the word Loss, that’s pretty cool

i adore slimecicles little catchphrases he is so silly

that sure was a ritual yep

what the hell is charlie even saying 😂 

why’d he just throw an apple at ranboo 😂 😂 

WHYS HE THROWINF MORE APPLES AT RANBOO 😂 

why are there only five blueberries in that container 

ok jesus christ those are some massive fucking pickles that is absolutely ratchet 

is that medicinal mint jelly???? is regular mint jelly an actual thing????? 

‘*spits out cereal* no way’ mood squiggles

i like the different names slimecicle is coming up for ranboo 

watching charlie trying not to laugh at his own jokes is so funny 

i admire charlie’s dedication to the bit and also his role because my god i would have broken character a lot

also please PLEASE tell me charlie isn’t actually going to eat that slime

oh god

i’m pretty sure none of that actually made it into his mouth but jesus christ

THE FUCKING REMNANTS OF SLIME ON THE FLOOR FROM WHEN CHARLIE GOT STUCK 😂 

the symbol on the back of the mask is the show fall symbol!

also what the hell is up w hacker dude or whatever 

he was in a basement?? 

well we found the basement XD

also did showfall wipe his memory?? 

lmao idiot shone himself in the eye w a flashlight get rekt /j

we stan. teeth? 

WHY DID HE SHINE HIMSELF IN THE EYES W A FLASHLIGHT /AGAIN/????

sneegsnag ????

why is my man’s in a cage 

does ranboo not know how to unlock a lock??? 

‘LEAVE FRANK ALONE!’ lmao

i like how slimecicle just put sneeg in a cage

has charlie been in that box that entire time 😭 

ew grody

that slime was wildly unnecessary 

CHARLIE WAS HIDING IN A SHOWFALL MEDIA MERCH BOX 😂 

‘SEETHE?? COPE??’ charlie is so funny

’oh my gosh stab each otherrrr’ 

all the jello in slimecicles bedroom 😂 

is charlie under the bed??? that’d be literally so funny

also why is there a portrait of charlie

i wonder if the chat was actually the ones participating in the polls or not cuz if so that’d be so funny

LMAO CHARLIE IS IN THE WALL 

this is so funny 

sneegs fucking side eye 😂 

jesus fucking christ why are they throwing it back XD

welp. bye sneeg

charlie laughing in the background 😂 

i think it would’ve been really funny if the pocket sand had given charlie more hp because it ‘added even more weird shit to his outer shell’ 

‘you magnum BITCH!!’ charlie is so funny

i like the inane combat system. the meta they’ve developed is so funny lmao

ok genuinely what the hell is charlie even throwing here. what is that. 

‘what’s going on..?’ what IS going on???

why’d the rats dose him up lmao

[dayfalwastaken]

Two friends and an all too suspicious employee.

“I’ll do it.” He spoke up without hesitation. “But it’s only between us, otherwise I tell my father.” Virginia eyed him skeptically but shrugged a second later.

“Ha! If it makes you feel better, I’ll have you know I’m no amateur. I don’t cheat my clients like that. There’s a reason I made you the offer, but- aren’t you gonna discuss it with-” the man nodded to Evan, who was looking between the two of them disoriented. “- you know who?”

“No.” His curt response made the employee snort obnoxiously.

“If you wanna be that guy… I can’t stop you, kid. In two weeks then. Be ready with your tickets, hm?”

“Alright.” Mari would be thrilled to get rid of this asshole, later though. Matthew wasn’t about to wreck his friend’s morning when said friend had a whole day full of gift-giving ahead of it.

With nothing more to say, Matt gestured for Evan to follow him, the boy complying shortly thereafter. They walked to the arcades in silence, but not before Matthew picked up a chair for his younger friend. Ev fiddled with his sleeve for a little while, and against all wishes, asked what that had been about.

“Well, uh… you know how some people try to get you to do bad stuff? This was the same. I accepted to do it just so he’d leave me alone, but I’m not actually going to do it. He’ll think I will, but I won’t. Is that weird or…?” He was lying out of his ass, but somehow in Evan’s mind it made sense. Boy, was Matthew glad for that. “-And please, don’t ask what it was. I’d be in hot water with Henry if you did.”

“O- Okay, I won’t.” The unsure expression on Evan’s face made Matt want to kick himself over the head.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Let’s use this time to have some fun at the games before it gets crowded. Where do you want your seat?”

“At that one.” The boy pointed to the Donkey Kong arcade. Neat. Nodding, Matthew set the chair down at the indicated machine and helped him up. “Thank you, but… you haven’t ordered pizza!” He said, visibly concerned.

“I ate way too much of that yesterday. I think I’ll skip it for now. I’m sure Charlie’s gonna be kind enough to share, if she doesn’t order mushrooms again.” Too bad the boy couldn’t see Matt wink, but he still laughed at the joke as he got ready to start his game. “Need any help?”

“Nah, I’ll figure it out. It can’t be too hard.” More and more was he surprised by the young Afton. He kept forgetting this wasn’t just a pixelated character on a screen but a real boy that could grow out of his shell. In this case, not having his expectations be met was a hell of a thing.

Matthew was glad they were friends.

“Suit yourself then.” Taking the arcade next to Evan, he didn’t fight the grin that quirked the corners of his lips upwards. He supposed some classics couldn’t be far from one another. Putting in one token, the screen lit up, and soon after, he was met with a blue maze full of dots.

It's coming. Real soon~

[brookston]

Holidays 4.16

Holidays

Anemone Day (French Republic)

Battle of Culloden Day (UK)

Charlie Chaplin Day

Day of the Badger (Wisconsin)

Dronningens Fodelsdag (Denmark)

Emancipation Day (DC)

Flat Stomach Appreciation Day

Foursquare Day

Frühjahrsbierfest begins (modern festival) [thru 5.8]

Good Deeds Day

International 4p-/Wolf-Hirschhorn Syndrome Awareness Day

Jimmy Buffet Day (Florida)

Jim Thorpe Day

Jose de Diego Day (Puerto Rico)

Lawyers’ Day (Bulgaria)

Liberating the Rainbow Lost in White Light Festival

Memorial Day for the Victims of the Holocaust (Hungary)

Militiamen Day (Cuba)

National Advance Care Planning Day (Canada)

National Angel Day

National Auctioneers Day

National Bean Counters’ Day

National Cash Day

National Clean Out Your Medicine Cabinet Day

National CPA's Goof-Off Day [Day after Tax Day]

National Healthcare Decisions Day

National Horny Day

National Joseph Day

National Librarian Day

National OK Day

National Orchid Day

National Reveal the Genius Within Day

National Selena Day

National Slip-On Shoes Day

National Stress Awareness Day

National Wear Your Pajamas To Work Day

Orkney Day

Police Day (Armenia)

Queen Margrethe II Day (Denmark)

Remembrance of the Chemical Attack on Balisan and Sheikh Was (Iraqi Kurdistan)

Royalty Day

Save the Elephant Day

Teach Your Daughter to Volunteer Day

Totoro Day

Vadai Day (India)

World Day of Entrepreneurship

World Entrepreneurship Day

World Semicolon Day

World Shoes by Flora Day (Nigeria)

World Voice Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Brown Sugar Day

Dagwood Sandwich Day

Day of Mushroom Encouragement (a.k.a. Day of the Mushroom)

Eggs Benedict Day

Mushroom Day

National Baked Ham with Pineapple Day

National Eggs Benedict Day

Raw-Milk Cheese Appreciation Day

3rd Tuesday in April

Transportation Tuesday [3rd Tuesday]

Weekly Holidays beginning April 16 (3rd Week)

National Oral, Head, and Neck Cancer Awareness Week [thru 4.22]

Independence & Related Days

Cyrillic Federal Republic (Declared; 2022) [unrecognized]

Festivals Beginning April 16, 2024

Cartagena Film Festival (Cartagena, Colombia) [thru 4.21]

Charlotte Wine and Food Week (Charlotte, North Carolina) [thru 4.21]

Cheese Expo (Madison, Wisconsin) [thru 4.18]

Food + Beverage Environmental Conference (Miramar, Florida) [thru 4.19]

Grifton Shad Festival (Grafton, North Carolina) [thru 4.20]

South Bohemian International Beer Festival (Zlatá Pivni Pečet; České Budějovice, Czech Republic) [thru 4.20]

Feast Days

All Hookers’ Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Anatole France (Writerism)

Baby Natasha (Muppetism)

Benedict Joseph Labre (Christian; Saint)

Bernadette Soubirous of Lourdes (Christian; Saint)

Bundling Day (Celtic Book of Days)

Contardo (Christian; Saint)

Days of Mushroom Encouragement (Shamanism)

Dimon (Christian; Saint)

Drogo (Christian; Saint)

Élisabeth-Louise Vigée-Le Brun (Artology)

Encratis (Christian; Martyr & Virgin)

Feast of the Divine Mercy

Ford Madox Brown (Artology)

Fructuosus of Braga (Christian; Saint)

Hiketeria (Festival to Apollo; Ancient Greece; Everyday Wicca)

Holiday of Ra (Ancient Egypt)

Iduna’s Blot (Pagan)

Isabella Gilmore (Church of England)

Joachim of Sienna (Christian; Saint)

Joseph Labre (Christian; Saint)

Kingsley Amis (Writerism)

Magnus of Orkney (Christian; Saint)

Martyrs of Zaragoza (a.k.a. 18 Martyrs of Saragossa; Christian)

Messalina Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Miss Corner (Muppetism)

Molly Brant (Konwatsijayenni) (Anglican Church of Canada, Episcopal Church)

Offering to Demeter Khloe (Goddess of Green Shoots; Ancient Greece)

Optatos and Companions (Christian; Martyrs)

Padarn (Christian; Saint)

Paternus (Christian; Saint)

Ridvan begins (Baha’i)

Sapho, by Charles Gounod (Opera; 1851)

Sea Monkey Soup Day (Pastafarian)

Spring Cleaning Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Turibius of Astorga (Christian; Saint)

Varro (Positivist; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [15 of 53]

Tycho Brahe Unlucky Day (Scandinavia) [16 of 37]

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [21 of 60]

Premieres

Antboy (Film; 2014)

Benny & Joon (Film; 1993)

The Best and the Brightest, by David Halberstam (Book; 1973)

Book of the Month Club (Bookselling Subscription; 1926)

Brown Sugar, by The Rolling Stones (Song; 1971)

Bug Carnival (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1937)

Bulletproof Monk (Film; 2003)

Daddy Duck (Disney Cartoon; 1948)

Death at a Funeral (Film; 2010)

Detective Conan: The Scarlet Bullet (Anime Film; 2021)

Everybody Loves Somebody, recorded by Dean Martin (Song; 1964)

Everything Is Illuminated, by Jonathan Safron Foer (Novel; 2002)

Fibber McGee and Molly (Radio Series; 1935)

The Foolish Bunny (Color Rhapsody; 1938)

The Ginger Bread Boy (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1934)

Goopy Geer (WB MM Cartoon; 1932)

Hair Today Gone Tomorrow (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1959)

The Hole Idea (WB LT Cartoon; 1955)

Horrible Histories (TV Series; 2009)

Hospitaliky (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1937)

The House That Jack Built (Color Rhapsody; 1939)

It Don’t Come Easy, by Ringo Starr (Song; 1971)

James Paul McCartney, by Paul McCartney (TV Special; 1973)

Kill Bill: Vol. 2 (Film; 2004)

Kiss-Ass (Film; 2010)

Le Prophète, by Giacomo Meyerbeer (Opera; 1849)

Life During Wartime (Film; 1998)

Love & Basketball (Film; 2000)

A Mighty Wind (Film; 2003)

Mother Goose Melodies (Silly Symphony Cartoon; 1931)

The Music Box (Short Film; 1932)

My Neighbor Totoro (Studio Ghibli Animated Film; 1988)

The Organization Man, by William H. Whyte Jr. (Book; 1957)

Porky’s Five & Ten (WB LT Cartoon; 1938)

Poultry Pirates (MGM Cartoon; 1938)

The Punisher (Film; 2004)

The Rolling Stones, by The Rolling Stones (Album; 1964)

Romeo and Juliet (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1933)

The Sound of the Mountain, by Yasunari Kawabata (Novel; 1954)

The Spy Who Loved Me, by Ian Fleming (Novel; 1959) [James Bond #10]

Spy x Family (Anime TV Series; 2022)

The Sunlight Dialogues, by John Gardner (Novel; 1973)

Temple of the Dog, by Temple of the Dog (Album; 1991)

This Land is Your Land, recorded by Woody Guthrie (Song; 1944)

The White Princess (TV Series; 2017)

Wide Sargasso Sea (Film; 1993)

Zooey, by J.D. Salinger (Novella; 1957) [Collected in Franny & Zooey in 1961]

Today’s Name Days

Bernadette, Magnus (Austria)

Velichka, Velichko, Velin, Velina (Bulgaria)

Bernardica, Leonida (Croatia)

Irena (Czech Republic)

Mariane (Denmark)

Olivia, Olve, Olvi (Estonia)

Jalo, Patrik (Finland)

Benoît-Joseph, Rameaux (France)

Bernadette, Joachim, Magnus (Germany)

Anastasios, Calis, Galini, Galinos, Hionia, Lambros, Niki, Paschalis (Greece)

Csongor (Hungary)

Bernadette, Giuditta, Grazia, Lamberto, Maria (Italy)

Alfs, Mindaugs, Mintauts (Latvia)

Algedė, Gražvydas, Kalikstas (Lithuania)

Magnus, Mons (Norway)

Benedykt, Bernadetta, Cecyl, Cecylian, Charyzjusz, Erwin, Erwina, Julia, Ksenia, Lambert, Lamberta, Nikita, Nosisław, Patrycy, Urban (Poland)

Agapi, Hionia, Irina (Romania)

Dana, Danica (Slovakia)

Engracia, Fructuoso, Toribio (Spain)

Patricia, Patrik (Sweden)

Irene, Oryna, Orysia (Ukraine)

Kareem, Magnus, Malvin, Malvina, Melva, Melvin, Melvina (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 107 of 2024; 259 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 16 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Saille (Willow) [Day 3 of 28]

Chinese: Month 3 (Wu-Chen), Day 8 (Getg-Xu)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 7 Nisan 5784

Islamic: 7 Shawwal 1445

J Cal: 17 Cyan; Threesday [17 of 30]

Julian: 3 April 2024

Moon: 58%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 23 Archimedes (4th Month) [Columella]

Runic Half Month: Man (Human Being) [Day 7 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 29 of 92)

Week: 3rd Week of April

Zodiac: Aries (Day 27 of 31)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 4.16

Holidays

Anemone Day (French Republic)

Battle of Culloden Day (UK)

Charlie Chaplin Day

Day of the Badger (Wisconsin)

Dronningens Fodelsdag (Denmark)

Emancipation Day (DC)

Flat Stomach Appreciation Day

Foursquare Day

Frühjahrsbierfest begins (modern festival) [thru 5.8]

Good Deeds Day

International 4p-/Wolf-Hirschhorn Syndrome Awareness Day

Jimmy Buffet Day (Florida)

Jim Thorpe Day

Jose de Diego Day (Puerto Rico)

Lawyers’ Day (Bulgaria)

Liberating the Rainbow Lost in White Light Festival

Memorial Day for the Victims of the Holocaust (Hungary)

Militiamen Day (Cuba)

National Advance Care Planning Day (Canada)

National Angel Day

National Auctioneers Day

National Bean Counters’ Day

National Cash Day

National Clean Out Your Medicine Cabinet Day

National CPA's Goof-Off Day [Day after Tax Day]

National Healthcare Decisions Day

National Horny Day

National Joseph Day

National Librarian Day

National OK Day

National Orchid Day

National Reveal the Genius Within Day

National Selena Day

National Slip-On Shoes Day

National Stress Awareness Day

National Wear Your Pajamas To Work Day

Orkney Day

Police Day (Armenia)

Queen Margrethe II Day (Denmark)

Remembrance of the Chemical Attack on Balisan and Sheikh Was (Iraqi Kurdistan)

Royalty Day

Save the Elephant Day

Teach Your Daughter to Volunteer Day

Totoro Day

Vadai Day (India)

World Day of Entrepreneurship

World Entrepreneurship Day

World Semicolon Day

World Shoes by Flora Day (Nigeria)

World Voice Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Brown Sugar Day

Dagwood Sandwich Day

Day of Mushroom Encouragement (a.k.a. Day of the Mushroom)

Eggs Benedict Day

Mushroom Day

National Baked Ham with Pineapple Day

National Eggs Benedict Day

Raw-Milk Cheese Appreciation Day

3rd Tuesday in April

Transportation Tuesday [3rd Tuesday]

Weekly Holidays beginning April 16 (3rd Week)

National Oral, Head, and Neck Cancer Awareness Week [thru 4.22]

Independence & Related Days

Cyrillic Federal Republic (Declared; 2022) [unrecognized]

Festivals Beginning April 16, 2024

Cartagena Film Festival (Cartagena, Colombia) [thru 4.21]

Charlotte Wine and Food Week (Charlotte, North Carolina) [thru 4.21]

Cheese Expo (Madison, Wisconsin) [thru 4.18]

Food + Beverage Environmental Conference (Miramar, Florida) [thru 4.19]

Grifton Shad Festival (Grafton, North Carolina) [thru 4.20]

South Bohemian International Beer Festival (Zlatá Pivni Pečet; České Budějovice, Czech Republic) [thru 4.20]

Feast Days

All Hookers’ Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Anatole France (Writerism)

Baby Natasha (Muppetism)

Benedict Joseph Labre (Christian; Saint)

Bernadette Soubirous of Lourdes (Christian; Saint)

Bundling Day (Celtic Book of Days)

Contardo (Christian; Saint)

Days of Mushroom Encouragement (Shamanism)

Dimon (Christian; Saint)

Drogo (Christian; Saint)

Élisabeth-Louise Vigée-Le Brun (Artology)

Encratis (Christian; Martyr & Virgin)

Feast of the Divine Mercy

Ford Madox Brown (Artology)

Fructuosus of Braga (Christian; Saint)

Hiketeria (Festival to Apollo; Ancient Greece; Everyday Wicca)

Holiday of Ra (Ancient Egypt)

Iduna’s Blot (Pagan)

Isabella Gilmore (Church of England)

Joachim of Sienna (Christian; Saint)

Joseph Labre (Christian; Saint)

Kingsley Amis (Writerism)

Magnus of Orkney (Christian; Saint)

Martyrs of Zaragoza (a.k.a. 18 Martyrs of Saragossa; Christian)

Messalina Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Miss Corner (Muppetism)

Molly Brant (Konwatsijayenni) (Anglican Church of Canada, Episcopal Church)

Offering to Demeter Khloe (Goddess of Green Shoots; Ancient Greece)

Optatos and Companions (Christian; Martyrs)

Padarn (Christian; Saint)

Paternus (Christian; Saint)

Ridvan begins (Baha’i)

Sapho, by Charles Gounod (Opera; 1851)

Sea Monkey Soup Day (Pastafarian)

Spring Cleaning Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Turibius of Astorga (Christian; Saint)

Varro (Positivist; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [15 of 53]

Tycho Brahe Unlucky Day (Scandinavia) [16 of 37]

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [21 of 60]

Premieres

Antboy (Film; 2014)

Benny & Joon (Film; 1993)

The Best and the Brightest, by David Halberstam (Book; 1973)

Book of the Month Club (Bookselling Subscription; 1926)

Brown Sugar, by The Rolling Stones (Song; 1971)

Bug Carnival (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1937)

Bulletproof Monk (Film; 2003)

Daddy Duck (Disney Cartoon; 1948)

Death at a Funeral (Film; 2010)

Detective Conan: The Scarlet Bullet (Anime Film; 2021)

Everybody Loves Somebody, recorded by Dean Martin (Song; 1964)

Everything Is Illuminated, by Jonathan Safron Foer (Novel; 2002)

Fibber McGee and Molly (Radio Series; 1935)

The Foolish Bunny (Color Rhapsody; 1938)

The Ginger Bread Boy (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1934)

Goopy Geer (WB MM Cartoon; 1932)

Hair Today Gone Tomorrow (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1959)

The Hole Idea (WB LT Cartoon; 1955)

Horrible Histories (TV Series; 2009)

Hospitaliky (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1937)

The House That Jack Built (Color Rhapsody; 1939)

It Don’t Come Easy, by Ringo Starr (Song; 1971)

James Paul McCartney, by Paul McCartney (TV Special; 1973)

Kill Bill: Vol. 2 (Film; 2004)

Kiss-Ass (Film; 2010)

Le Prophète, by Giacomo Meyerbeer (Opera; 1849)

Life During Wartime (Film; 1998)

Love & Basketball (Film; 2000)

A Mighty Wind (Film; 2003)

Mother Goose Melodies (Silly Symphony Cartoon; 1931)

The Music Box (Short Film; 1932)

My Neighbor Totoro (Studio Ghibli Animated Film; 1988)

The Organization Man, by William H. Whyte Jr. (Book; 1957)

Porky’s Five & Ten (WB LT Cartoon; 1938)

Poultry Pirates (MGM Cartoon; 1938)

The Punisher (Film; 2004)

The Rolling Stones, by The Rolling Stones (Album; 1964)

Romeo and Juliet (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1933)

The Sound of the Mountain, by Yasunari Kawabata (Novel; 1954)

The Spy Who Loved Me, by Ian Fleming (Novel; 1959) [James Bond #10]

Spy x Family (Anime TV Series; 2022)

The Sunlight Dialogues, by John Gardner (Novel; 1973)

Temple of the Dog, by Temple of the Dog (Album; 1991)

This Land is Your Land, recorded by Woody Guthrie (Song; 1944)

The White Princess (TV Series; 2017)

Wide Sargasso Sea (Film; 1993)

Zooey, by J.D. Salinger (Novella; 1957) [Collected in Franny & Zooey in 1961]

Today’s Name Days

Bernadette, Magnus (Austria)

Velichka, Velichko, Velin, Velina (Bulgaria)

Bernardica, Leonida (Croatia)

Irena (Czech Republic)

Mariane (Denmark)

Olivia, Olve, Olvi (Estonia)

Jalo, Patrik (Finland)

Benoît-Joseph, Rameaux (France)

Bernadette, Joachim, Magnus (Germany)

Anastasios, Calis, Galini, Galinos, Hionia, Lambros, Niki, Paschalis (Greece)

Csongor (Hungary)

Bernadette, Giuditta, Grazia, Lamberto, Maria (Italy)

Alfs, Mindaugs, Mintauts (Latvia)

Algedė, Gražvydas, Kalikstas (Lithuania)

Magnus, Mons (Norway)

Benedykt, Bernadetta, Cecyl, Cecylian, Charyzjusz, Erwin, Erwina, Julia, Ksenia, Lambert, Lamberta, Nikita, Nosisław, Patrycy, Urban (Poland)

Agapi, Hionia, Irina (Romania)

Dana, Danica (Slovakia)

Engracia, Fructuoso, Toribio (Spain)

Patricia, Patrik (Sweden)

Irene, Oryna, Orysia (Ukraine)

Kareem, Magnus, Malvin, Malvina, Melva, Melvin, Melvina (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 107 of 2024; 259 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 16 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Saille (Willow) [Day 3 of 28]

Chinese: Month 3 (Wu-Chen), Day 8 (Getg-Xu)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 7 Nisan 5784

Islamic: 7 Shawwal 1445

J Cal: 17 Cyan; Threesday [17 of 30]

Julian: 3 April 2024

Moon: 58%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 23 Archimedes (4th Month) [Columella]

Runic Half Month: Man (Human Being) [Day 7 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 29 of 92)

Week: 3rd Week of April

Zodiac: Aries (Day 27 of 31)

[yombleflobber-mobile-emporium]

Did Ray Bradbury Hate Mushrooms or Something?

Back in 1989, there aired an episode of Ray Bradbury Theater based, as they all were, on a short story by Ray Bradbury, called: "Boys! Raise Giant Mushrooms in your Cellar!" and it was a hoot. I'm not watching it again right now, so I'm just going off my memory from like three years ago. The plot follows a boy growing giant mushrooms...in his cellar. Mostly, his skeptical dad is uncomfortable with his son's increasingly creepy, often erratic behavior, and I dunno — the ending is very Ray Bradbury.

My point in all this is that there is a weirdness applied to the hobby of mycology, and it casts it in a light of, "Perhaps these mushrooms are a mind-controlling organism!" Now that I think of it, probably Ray Bradbury was not particularly unfond of mushrooms, or mushroom growing, and was in fact just weirded out by the fanatical fervor sometimes displayed by new hobbyists. The "cage-stage" of settling into a hobby, if you will.

I think that's something a lot of us can relate to; people with different interests to us tend to exhibit traits and behaviors we can't quantify or qualify, and sometimes that can be jarring. It's in seemingly every kids' show, probably in a lot of adult shows, too, and we always wind up rolling our eyes once we've seen enough episodes with the exact same plotline of, "Main character happy. New character different. Main character scared. New character cool. Main character happy."

I'm sure it's a very valuable lesson, but it reminds me uncomfortably of Mandatory Work Training. When I was in orientation at Wabash National, they had a video called Remember Charlie to instill a great sense of responsibility and safety into us all. The guy teaching the orientation curriculum made sure to let us know we would be fired on the spot if anyone started nodding off in the dim-lit room while we watched the hour-long video. He even hung out in the front and shone a flashlight on our faces to check if anyone was sleeping.

The thing I've learned about safety in the workplace, is that it isn't about the millions businesses pay every year on crappy safety videos for insurance purposes. It isn't about the amount of times your supervisor tries to let you know he's on your side — he couldn't care less if you used a noose around your neck as a harness when you're up on the ladder — and then boredly recites company policy. It all comes down to the fact that when they say it's your responsibility to be safe, they mean they have washed their hands of the whole affair; they showed you the video on how to do it right, and even if they never taught you to do it in a practical sense, they can blame you if they can prove you didn't follow the guidelines.

And then they'll put out a memo letting everyone know that donut breaks are effectively gone forever because someone almost stepped on a sprinkle and sprained their ankle. No, seriously. Someone at my workplace was walking, and saw a forklift, and was startled, so they wrote up a memo with new company policy stating that you aren't allowed to park Powered Industrial Vehicles at that corner anymore.

We have a memo up right now that we aren't supposed to have coffee makers or any other electric device in the room I work in all night. I used to have a coffee maker I would use from time to time because I didn't want to inconvenience my coworkers. My job requires someone be in this room at all times, so if I need to heat something up in the microwave, I have to make sure someone else is in here before leaving.

Now I can hear you saying that it probably could cause a short, or maybe I could start a fire accidentally, or it's just some kind of safety issue, but look me in the eye:

There is absolutely no reason for this memo. There is nothing to suggest that an electrical device (such as a coffee machine) set up in the laziest fashion, with hardly any safety precautions taken at all (except putting it upright, with enough water in the tank to do its job) would be any kind of issue. You would have to be a literal saboteur to create a safety concern of this sort.

LAPTOPS. Laptops are banned in here, based on the same memo. I know that's a security concern, but you know what kind of concern it isn't? Safety. You know what kind of a concern a coffee pot isn't? Security.

Anyway. That's pretty much all I have to say about that today. Toodles.

[softmeetscreatureplz]

Hate when my mom asks if I want her to leave us (me nd my little brother) bcs internally my instant thought is "Yes fuck please" but outlook i have to say no because I have no fucking idea what she'd do if I said that and I'm fucking terrified of finding out. Anyways anyone else currently in thr Mental Health Pits Of Hell??

[jonboudposts]

Cafe Life

#2: Charlie’s Bar; Margate Seafront

Cup of Tea - £1.60

The Margate Coffee Shed has a new chef.  They no longer do mushrooms on toast and today they are out of porridge.  It is overpriced and literally the only food on the menu I like is toast; which is £3. So we fuck it off and go next door to Charlie’s Bar, which is more a cafe than a bar but they do have a large array of alcohol on the A3 laminated menu at the tables; plastic affairs made to look like marble table tops. In the far corner there is a fireplace – on a TV.  It looks lovely ‘burning’ away.

When our party finally settles, we are told one of the three tables we occupy is needed back at 12pm.  Everyone places their orders from the make-your-own breakfast option.  Seeing as there are five of us and everyone is having something different, I can see this ending badly in regards getting what I want, I just just order tea and toast.  It does not matter because despite needing to be on a train by 5.30pm, I am getting a wrap from Alexandria, the Egyptian place around the corner from here, no matter what.  

The light on this Sunday morning is quite beautiful as it shines from the sea into the big double windows in front of us.  There are Mods lining the roads and a few punks left over from the We Shall Overcome gig last night, which was pretty good fun as ever. I hate seaside towns.  The overwhelming feeling of people trapped may be what gives so many in these towns such an attitude problem; that hatred of those whose money and presence your area relies on.  The places are extremely conservative, although all the areas I know of have strong alternative culture too, naturally. These are places that use to be considered grand, desirable, exciting; now left to rot like so much of the country by the rich scum that have dominated our politics for so long.  This use to be ‘somewhere’, now just a cow town totally reliant on the untrustworthy tourist pound. Full of the human rot of resentment and jealously.  Wherever you go, a hateful feeling still lingers.

My first cup of tea was stewed so I order another,  The toast was OK. Scored nicely for DVDs in the CEX shop. I long for the reliable embrace of depression over the insecurity of anxiety.  We must keep fighting, because genuinely, we can win this.

[crystalcow]

𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4

Masterlist // child reader ML //

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos

➳➳➳➳➳┄┄※┄┄➳➳➳➳➳

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??

Quackity was telling you all of his plans

He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap

It sounded great

He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building

But then he left

Just like everyone else

But that was fine! You were just with sapnap

Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library

He had a library?

“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”

You looked at him weirdly

Who the fuck was [redacted]

“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”

He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books

“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”

You had found his time travel books

Woops

That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands

“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”

You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough

So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut

But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better

So you stuck around

Maybe you needed this, this new start

Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long

Karl started forgetting

At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names

But eventually he was going away longer and longer

He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you

One day he didn’t call you by your name at all

You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George

Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug

It’s been two months since you’ve seen him

You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure

He loved it

But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him

Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”

But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug

“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”

You were ready to cry

“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”

So you left and ran into the library

Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them

The same 8 books you shrugged away

You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals

You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy

The more you read the worse it got

What were you gonna tell Sapnap?

Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?

And why couldn’t he stop

It’s no use anymore

You were simply just forgotten

𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got

Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass

But somehow you always end up here

You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep

The inside looked great to say the least

“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”

“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”

“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”

You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks

“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”

You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down

It was like a ticking time bomb

The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge

He just stared at you

That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room

So you had to look into his face

Lets just say he looks good in Orange

“Barrier up or down?” “Down”

He backed up into the corner as you stepped in

Smiling

Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown

“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?

“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”

He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips

“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”

Yeah he just laughed

“I’ve missed you Hot shot”

“You ruined our damn life!”

Someone went quiet

“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”

You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.

Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur

“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “

You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava

“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”

You might have felt a little bad after leaving him

The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there

“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”

What were you doing here

What were you planning on saying?

“So, what do you do in prison”

“I have a clock.”

You got up to go look at the pretty clock

Then threw it at his face

“Ow” “deal with it bitch”

The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got

so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye

“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”

He wanted his best friends

But he just got the annoying teenager

Oh but that wouldn’t be the last

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬

You got a letter in the mail one day

Who the hell uses letters??

You were shocked to see the address and the small post card

“Come around some time”-Quackity

Ans on the back it had the cords

Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl

and well Karl didn’t even know you

So you set off

It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area

The large sign blaring in the red text

You gotta admit the place looked beautiful

There was a giant dick and different shops

You were shocked to see this random un human like guy

“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”

Yeah totally not slime

“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing

“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”

Maybe when you had hand sanitizer

“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”

You were skeptical but followed anyways

Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy

“Furry?” “Fire shit?”

You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur

“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”

You were confused then just let him be

You walked to the entry way of the place

A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch

“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”

Going to?

You shrugged it off following inside

You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him

Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment

So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug

You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance

That beanie stayed the same tho

Thank god

“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”

The casino looked great to say the least

Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side

Slot machines were going off every minute

“Have a chip, something to remember this by”

He handed you a red poker chip

It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile

Creepy and dopey.. sick!

So you put it around a spare silver chain

“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”

You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop

“No��� “why not” “keep walking”

On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing

“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”

You and revivebur just stared at one another

“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“

You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur

Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head

You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago

Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders

“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”

“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”

You back away holding your hands up

“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”

You obviously muttered the last part

Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??

When did Tommy even die??

Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder

𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could

So he brought you over to his office

“So kid, how’s your dad..”

Ah you expected this question

“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”

He looked at you with wide eyes

“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”

You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation

“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”

You thought about it for a second

You have two options

1. Live in shroom town with bubbles

2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity

You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind

I mean would he even care?

He hasn’t for the past couple months!

“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”

You thought about it for a sec

“Alright hand me a contract”

So you signed

Making deals with the devil huh

Little did you know it would cost you your life

Devils little soul

➳➳➳➳➳┄┄※┄┄➳➳➳➳➳

and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!

As always request and ask anything! And ask if you want to be on a taglist (child reader or general)

For those on the taglist I don’t know if you wanted to be tagged for all child reader shit or just dreams child.. so please tell me :)

@creatorofstars @georgenctfound @samistheidiot @smolbox-png @ghostlysenses @stellarinstigator @bobaducky

[ayybtch]

Bread

Wanda Maximoff x f!Reader, Baker!AU + Friends to Lovers

Chapter 5 of Made With Love

Word Count: 3,292

Chapter Warnings: Our two favorite idiots are so blind it’s not even funny, lots of yearning, some brief mentions of alcohol consumption towards the end

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for being patient with me on getting this posted. School and work have been crazy, but I’m almost done for the semester so hopefully it won't be as long for the next update. Shout out to my Grandma for sending me her paprikash recipe so I would actually know what I was talking about for this chapter. We literally never speak but she did me a real solid on this one and I will be adding paprikash into my regular cooking schedule once fall hits. Full disclosure though, I literally Googled “What wine pairs with chicken paprikash” and the wines mentioned are what it gave me. Please let me know what you think! I love reading your guys’s comments, it really makes my day.

Hey, so everyone is going to be out on a mission tomorrow night except for me. Any chance I can cash in on that raincheck? There’s a Bewitched marathon happening.

You smiled at Wanda’s message, quickly typing out your response. Definitely! Would you like to join me for bread day tomorrow?

She responded almost immediately. YES!

You couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. She had been wanting to make bread ever since the two of you made snickerdoodles. She brought it up almost constantly, mostly as a joke to get back at you for all of the times you teased her about it.

Up to this point, Wanda refused to accept any of your attempts to say thank you for helping you out through the cupcake debacle, saying that this was the sort of thing that friends were for. It only felt right that this should be the next thing to bake as your own special way of saying thank you.

As excited as you were to spend time with her and teach her how to do this, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly nervous at the same time. Why had Wanda decided to share her sexuality with you after all this time?

Okay, scratch that. You understood why she shared it with you when she did. The real question is what to do with the information now that you had it.

Was it just a general knowledge sort of a deal? Or was this her way of trying to say she was interested?

You groaned and put your head in your hands. This is why you hadn’t dated someone since your last relationship ended. You needed big flashing lights that screamed “I want to date you!” before you’d catch on, and even that didn’t work sometimes. If someone tried to be subtle, you were an absolute lost cause. You did your best to recall every interaction you had with Wanda that could even remotely be considered as her flirting or expressing interest.

She did smile at you a lot, even more than she smiled at Sam and Bucky who she clearly adored. She also certainly didn’t shy away from physical contact and had even initiated it several times. She had also remembered your coffee and bagel order from the one random time it came up weeks ago...

Suddenly, everything started to add up. All of those glances that had left your heart racing, all of those little touches...maybe Wanda was interested in you?

Your heart felt ready to burst out of your chest with joy.

Wanda didn’t arrive at the bakery until almost noon. The majority of the bread had been baked already; the only bread left to make was hers.

The two of you said your hello’s and caught up a bit as she stepped in to put on her apron and began washing her hands. Once the conversation slowed, you started your rundown for today’s bake.

“Bread is actually a lot easier than it looks but there are a couple of points we’re going to need to be careful at. I’ll remind you about them as we go about but I figured it would be good to have them all in your head now.

“We’re going to be very conscientious about temperatures this entire bake in a way we haven’t really needed to before. When we’re dealing with the yeast, we need the milk around 110 to 115o so the yeast activates properly. We also want things to be warm during the rise times, which shouldn’t be too much of an issue given the ovens have been on most of the day. Once it’s in the oven, we aren’t going to mess with it at all until the last couple minutes and that’s only if we need it to brown further.”

Wanda nodded along as you spoke. “I don’t know how much of an actual problem this is because you’re here, but I always hear a lot about overworking or underworking the dough. How do I know if it’s been kneaded enough?”

“Ah, good question! If the dough keeps getting really flat and not holding its shape, it’s underworked. If the dough is overworked, it gets kind of hard and not easy to work with. The good news is that we’re kneading by hand since it’s your first time and it’s a lot less likely to happen that way than in a mixer.”

She looked unconvinced but nodded. “Okay, so where do we begin?”

The first fifteen minutes of the bake flew by quickly. The yeast mixture had been prepared and was almost ready for the rest of the ingredients to be mixed in. Wanda was completely in awe at how the mixture looked.

To be fair to her though, the yeast mixture does look very weird if you’re not used to seeing it.

Once the flour, salt, and eggs were mixed in, the true fun began. Everything was mixed just enough to be combined into a rough, sticky ball of dough before being taken out of the mixer and onto the floured counter. Wanda followed along as you sprinkled some flour on your dough and began to knead, doing her best to mirror your motions.

You watched her out of the corner of your eye as you worked the dough, waiting to see what she would do. It was hard to hold back your giggles as you watched her. She was practically just squeezing the dough in different directions. You gave her a few minutes to see if she would work things out, but eventually, you set your dough down and moved closer to her.

“Here, let me help,” you said. Your hands moved so they were on top of hers, you tried guiding her through the motions, only for things to fail miserably.

“Okay, can I try something that might be a little weird? It’s just that I’m not used to kneading at an angle like that so it’s throwing off my muscle memory.”

She nodded and you adjusted yourself so you were now standing behind her. Your arms slid around either side of her waist and your hands rested on top of hers. This time, your hands knew what they were doing and you were able to help guide her through the motion. Even after she got it, you remained standing behind her, your chin resting against her shoulder.

The feelings that washed over you as you stood there with her were hard to describe. There was nothing necessarily comfortable about the position you were in, but your whole body felt more relaxed than it had all day. At the same time though, everything felt electrifying. You hoped she couldn’t feel the way your heart was thumping against your chest.

It wasn’t until you realized Wanda had paused and turned back slightly to face you slightly that you stepped back. An apology rose up in your throat only to die as you noticed the small smile on her face. You shot a smile back at her before moving back to your spot, turning your attention back to the job at hand.

The rest of the bake went smoothly, despite Wanda’s fretting about if the bread was rising enough. It didn’t take long before you had two perfectly round loaves of bread sitting next to each other on the cooling rack. Wanda had not stopped smiling since they came out of the oven. Even though that was her usual response, this time felt different.

For the second time that day, you were left trying to describe impossible feelings. Was it her eyes that felt different? They were lit beautifully, radiating so much joy it was impossible to not feel just as excited. But how was that any different from usual? Her eyes always captivated you and left you breathless. Maybe it was the new shade of pink lipstick she had on. It was perfectly accentuating the shape of her lips, to the point you couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like to feel them pressed against yours.

You may not be able to pinpoint what the look was, all you knew is that you were grateful to be a part of why her smile was so big.

After she finished taking pictures of the loaves, she turned to you. “That was incredible! I had no idea bread could be that simple.”

You nodded along, unable to hold back a smile. “I told you it wasn’t too bad, there are just a couple spots you have to be sure to navigate well. And clearly -” you gestured towards the loaves, “- you did. Maybe I should start worrying about you stealing my job.”

Her laughter filled the kitchen at your teasing.

As her laugher began to die out, her focus turned back on to you. “Okay, so what time were you thinking of coming over? I’m making us dinner and want to try and have it finishing up right around the time you get there.”

You glanced over at the clock and then back to the to-do list written out on the whiteboard above your desk before answering, “I think it’ll probably be close to five if I had to guess. I still have to finish cleaning some stuff here and I promised to go help Charlie work out some menu options for that picnic thing that’s coming up.”

Wanda nodded along, “Are you going to that?”

“I’m working it, so I, unfortunately, don’t have much of a choice.”

She nodded again. “Same here, actually. All of the Avengers are required to be unless there’s some sort of alien invasion again or something…” She trailed off a moment before continuing. “I was planning on making paprikash. Is that okay with you? I don’t know if there’s anything you can’t or don’t like to eat.”

“I’ve actually never had that before so that would be wonderful! I’m pretty easy when it comes to food. The only things I don’t like are mushrooms and zucchini, but I’ll still eat them if I have to.”

Wanda gasped, “You don’t like mushrooms? How do you not like mushrooms?”

You just shrugged, “Okay, I’m actually pretty neutral on mushrooms. I’ll still eat them. I just don’t go out of my way to make them for myself. Zucchini is a firm no, though.”

She gave you a side-eye but relented. “Well, there are no mushrooms or zucchini in this, but just know I’m going to have to keep an eye on you from now on. I don’t know how we’ve made it this far into our friendship without me knowing you’re an anti-mushroom heathen.”

The two of you joked around for a few minutes longer before she left to start preparing for dinner.

Planning the menu with Charlie didn’t take very long, which you were grateful for. He already had a decent idea of what he wanted to do, so the main thing left was to figure out how much food to order to prepare it. The two of you also agreed upon what you needed to make. Most of your responsibilities centered around desserts, specifically pies, though you agreed to make some fresh rolls and soft pretzels as well.

You were thankful for the meeting to end though because it meant the remaining time you had left could be spent getting ready to go see Wanda.

‘Getting ready’ was perhaps a bit dramatic. You were just changing out of your usual work clothes into something a little cuter. It was nothing particularly fancy, but it was an outfit you felt both confident and comfortable in. You had also made sure to pack some toiletries that morning, allowing you to freshen up your deodorant and brush your teeth as well.

As you stepped into the elevator and pressed the button, you couldn’t help but feel a bit jittery. The past few times you’ve made your way to that part of the building you’ve been nervous about the other Avengers not wanting you there. This time though, all of your nerves could be attributed entirely to Wanda. You weren’t sure what to expect of tonight, but you were determined to have a fun night filled with food and good company.

The warm smell of paprika filled the air and made your stomach grumble as soon as you stepped out of the elevator. Once you were inside, you found Wanda in the kitchen, stirring in some additional seasonings.

“This smells incredible,” you said, setting the two loaves of bread down on the counter.

Wanda beamed. “Thanks! This is my great grandmother’s recipe and is one of my favorite things to make.” As she set the spoon down, she walked towards the fridge. “I bought some wine to go along with dinner if you would like some.”

“Yes please, wine sounds amazing right now.”

“I have a chardonnay and a Barolo, which would you prefer?” she asked, turning back towards you.

You shrugged, “Whichever one you want.”

She nodded and pulled out the Barolo. It didn’t take long for the bottle to be opened and to have a glass of wine in your hand.

It wasn’t until you took your first sip that you realized Wanda had also changed. Your breathing hitched as you looked her up and down. Gone were her jeans and old T-shirts, replaced by a pair of cut-off shorts and a stylishly oversized T-shirt. If it weren’t for the fuzzy wool socks on her feet, you’d assume she was camera-ready. Hell, even with the funny socks she was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.

You realized you were staring and abruptly began looking around the kitchen, trying to find something to do that would take your mind off of how hot Wanda looked. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

Wanda shook her head no. “There’s not really anything to be done, this just needs to simmer for about another five minutes and we’ll be good to go. Why don’t you go have a seat at the table and I’ll be over in just a moment with some bread slices and butter. Once this is ready I’ll bring it in as well.”

You nodded and made your way out of the kitchen and towards the table.

It wasn’t until you were seated that you realized how well the table was set. Both seats had beautiful flatware laid out, with silverware organized neatly to the side. Underneath was a crisp, pure white table cloth. What caught your attention the most though were the two lit candles sitting between your chair and hers. It wasn’t until you noticed the candles that you also noticed the music playing softly in the background.

Everything about the setup screamed ‘fancy first date’.

Before you had much of a chance to dwell on the thought, Wanda arrived with several slices of bread and a small dish of butter. You thanked her before she walked back towards the kitchen. She returned soon after with the pot of paprikash, setting it on the hot pad in the center of the table. She walked around to her seat and soon both of you had your plates filled and began to eat.

It was impossible to hold back a satisfied sigh as you took your first bite. It tasted just as delicious, if not better than it smelled. The chicken was cooked perfectly and all but melted in your mouth. The paprika added a nice rich flavor and added extra depth to the creaminess of the sauce.

“Wanda this is incredible.”

She smiled at you brightly, “If you think it’s good by itself, try dipping the bread with some butter in it.”

You did as she said and this time instead of a satisfied sigh, you let out a satisfied moan. “You are going to have to give me this recipe. This is so good I don’t even know what to say, all I want to do is keep eating.”

Wanda laughed at your enthusiasm. “Tell you what, I’ll teach you how to make it sometime. It’s about time I taught you something in the kitchen.”

Dinner was a blast. The two of you spent more of it laughing and talking than eating. The bottle of Barolo was finished before dinner was done. It didn’t take long before it was replaced by the chardonnay.

Once dinner was over, you fought Wanda to let you help clean up the kitchen. Her argument that guests shouldn’t help was shot down as you pointed out she’s technically a guest in the bakery, yet she always helps clean up after she’s been in there. She grumbled about it but quickly conceded. It didn’t take long for the kitchen to be cleaned up and even less time after that for her to drag you over to the couch.

The first-ever episode of “Bewitched” was halfway finished by the time the two of you had settled into your spots on the couch. Currently, Samantha and Darrin were at his ex-girlfriend's house for a dinner party and the girlfriend was doing everything she could to make Samantha feel inferior. Samantha, of course, wasn’t having it and was willing to fudge her promises of not using magic to level the playing field.

Wanda laughed along perfectly in time with the sitcom track. The more she laughed, the more your attention turned from being on the TV to be on her. This was the most relaxed and happy you had ever seen her. She had a small, almost imperceivable smile that grew as she became more and more emerged into the episode. Each time she laughed, you noticed how her nose would scrunch up in the cutest way and it took everything you had to not lean over and kiss her.

What you wouldn’t give to make her as happy as this show.

It wasn’t until the end credits were about to roll that you forced yourself to look back at the screen, unsure of how she’d respond if she caught you staring.

As the next episode cued up, she reached out and grabbed her glass of wine before turning to face you.“So, what do you think? Could I have been a Samantha in another life?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Definitely, though I can’t see you being willing to hide your powers just because a man wants you to.”

Wanda nearly choked on the sip of wine she had taken. “You got me there.”

She finished the glass and set it back on the table before letting out a loud yawn. “Sorry, I probably should’ve warned you beforehand that wine makes me a little sleepy.” She paused for a moment before she continued, “It also makes me incredibly cuddly…”

A rush of emotions washed over you as you processed her words. Was she asking to come cuddle with you?

The hopeful look in her eye suggested she was.

Pure, unadulterated joy swept over your body and you had to fight the urge to jump up and down from excitement. You did your best to collect yourself before you replied, hoping that the answer was indeed what you were looking for.

“Is that your way of asking if you can come snuggle?”

She smiled at you sheepishly, which made you laugh. You moved over on the couch, moving around some of the throw pillows so you could lay down.

“Well, what are you waiting for then?”

Wanda didn’t hesitate for a moment and soon was laying on top of you, her head resting on your chest. One of your arms wrapped loosely around her back after she settled in.

A comfortable silence fell over you as you laid there together, watching Bewitched until you fell asleep.

[jokertrap-ran]

(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Event! 沐野拾趣: Charlie’s BDAY 2021 Event! Pickings in the Wilderness Translation (Chapter 1)

“This is my first time.”

*Light and Night Master-list | Charlie’s Personal Master-list *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Image used with permission from 蓝咕咕 ☆ *Join my Light & Night Discord (＾▽＾)~ ♪ *Event story tag will be #For Light and Memories

That night, we checked into the Farmhouse.

The lady boss enthusiastically gave us a tour of the entire house and told us that we were free to use anything in it.

Passing the kitchen cabinets, a bag of something light-brown caught my eye.

MC: Are these…

I looked at the freshness of that light-brown colour, a lightbulb flashing in my head.

❖☆———————————★❖

The 2nd day, daybreak.

Accompanied by the misty light, I made my way into the kitchen and searched through the bag, picking up the long and thin stem— Mushrooms that sprung up after the rain. It was a local speciality here. Add oil and stir-fry it to make it taste mouthwatering! Especially suited for making noodle soup!

MC: I've decided! You're gonna be today's breakfast!

Not wasting time, I quickly started soaking them in saltwater, rubbing them thoroughly to remove any dirt and impurities. Then, I oiled the pan and stir-fried them while I tweaked the seasonings. The sesame oil was tinged with the delectable fragrance of mushrooms, the mushroom oil created from the mix wafting with a unique fragrance.

Holding onto a small bowl of said oil, I was just about to cook some thin noodles for myself as a treat when a soft rustle came from outside the door.

MC: Who's there!?

The door was suddenly pulled open with a clatter.

❖☆———————————★❖

Charlie stepped into the light of the rising sun, his inherently ubiquitous presence spreading throughout the space of the kitchen.

He picked up an apron, the sunlight that filtered in illuminating his hair with a faintly golden hue.

Charlie: Sorry to keep you waiting, my fiancée.

His confident smile and the little chick emblazoned on his chest struck a wild contrast with each other. It was almost as if this apron was an haute couture especially tailored for him.

Charlie: You're just making me some longevity noodles, what's there to be so sneaky about?

Charlie took the ladle from my hand with a knowing smile.

Charlie: I'm touched by your affections, my fiancée. You can just leave the rest to me.

❖☆———————————★❖

MC: Cook longevity noodles for you? What? I was just…

Wait a second- I suddenly froze in place, realizing that something was a little off here…

MC: Longevity noodles? Is it your… birthday today?

Charlie: You can drop the act, my dear fiancée.

Charlie: You've already known that it was my birthday a long time ago, no? Actions speak louder than words.

Charlie: You've been in the kitchen ever since daybreak, bustling like a busy bee. I can't think why you'd do so, other than preparing for my birthday.

Charlie reached out to smoothen out the thinly-pressed corners of my mouth.

Charlie: Jackpot? I knew it. That surprised look on your face won’t fool anyone.

Seeing him brim with such enthusiasm, I suddenly couldn't find it in me to interrupt him… I didn't know about his birthday in the first place, so maybe I'll just admit my mistake, suck it up, and make it up to him.

I snatched the ladle back from his hand and came before the pot, blocking his access.

MC: Let me do it! The well-wishes wouldn’t be complete if you chip in to help!

Charlie’s eyes gleamed, almost as if he’d just received clarification.

Charlie: It’s just as I thought.

Charlie: My dear fiancée, it seems like you’re finally starting to care about me.

I could feel eyes burning into my back as I cooked the noodles.

MC: Charlie, I’m getting really nervous from your constant staring.

Charlie: I’m only admiring you.

MC: W-What’s there about me to admire!?

My face flushed red, and I hurriedly turned away to conceal my embarrassment. However, my reaction was too big, for I had accidentally knocked over the tray on the table and sent the condiment bottles tumbling over the edge.

MC: Crap!

Charlie rushed over, bending over to catch the two condiment bottles before they hit the ground. The crisis was averted by a mere hair's breadth.

Charlie: Focus.

Lowering my head, I saw two shadows reflected on the metal tray. They were huddled together, as if embracing each other. It felt very unreal.

Charlie: This is my first time.

MC: HUH??

Charlie: ...Having someone make longevity noodles for me.

MC: ...Can you finish your sentences next time?

MC: Have you never eaten them before?

Charlie: I’ve tried all the top-tier longevity noodles that this country has to offer.

Charlie: But, all of them ask for a fee in exchange.

Charlie: You are the first to make me noodles out of love.

MC: Can’t live up to that record, no.

The noodles are done. I took the most luxurious looking porcelain bowl in the kitchen with golden inlays of lotuses and leaves around the edges.

The oil in the noodle soup gleamed delectably. A mouthwatering fragrance wafted from the noodles; one as ambrosial as meat, yet also as refreshingly fragrant as fresh vegetables.

MC: Here, try it while it’s hot.

Charlie: Thank you, my dear fiancée.

He followed through with the act, elegantly picking up as many noodles as he could grasp with his chopsticks and hurriedly putting them into his mouth.

MC: How does it taste?

Charlie: Your noodles are really… sweet.

MC: Huh? But why…

MC: Yikes! I must have mistaken sugar for salt after knocking them both over!

Charlie: It’s so sweet that my throat’s sore now.

MC: Sorry…

MC: But, didn’t you love sweet things best? How can it make you have a sore throat if that’s the case?

Charlie: I don’t care. It’s just too sweet.

He placed his hands on the table and leaned down, whispering a soft threat.

Charlie: What are you going to do? This is but my first time. How will you reimburse me?

MC: I… I can wish you a happy birthday if you like?

Charlie: No can’t do. The reimbursement also includes the fee for the shock you’ve dealt to my spirit, the cost of my time that’s been wasted and-

MC: Then, how about I make you another bowl?

Charlie: I don’t need another this year. Let’s see… How many bowls of noodles would you owe me if we were to add the costs of the damage you’ve inflicted upon my spirit and multiply it with the time...

I lifted the lid of the pot to try the soup to see how sweet it really was while he was doing his mental calculations.

Charlie: Adding interest to the formula, you’ll have to make me a total of… Hey! Wait a minute!

I shoved the noodles into my mouth and chewed on them. It wasn’t overwhelmingly sweet at all; rather, it was perfectly salty and savoury as it should be.

MC: It doesn’t taste like I mistook sugar for salt…? Did Charlie…

MC: Hey, Charlie! Why did you lie to me!?

However, the perpetrator had long since disappeared. And along with him, gone was the bowl of “longevity noodles” I’d made.

MC: Wait a minute—

Looks like I still owe him a "Happy Birthday"...

❖☆————— ⊹ For Light & Memories⊹ —————★❖

Previous Part: (Prelude) | Next Part: (Chapter 2)

[oddaodd]

hiiii! I am currently OBSESSED with your works. Too damn good😫😫 And can I please req a teeth rotting fluff where Tommy’s s/o is babying him after he killed someone. Particularly when he killed one of the Italian in his kitchen. I just feel like Tommy deserves some babying from time to time lololol.Thank you so much! Hope ur safe and well:>>

· The Flames Singing ·

Warnings: Season 4 SPOILERS (sort of), Mentions of death, blood, alcohol and smut (nothing too graphic though).

Author’s note: Thank you so much, it means a lot! ❤️ And thank you for requesting this, I loved writing it! I got a bit carried away and altered some of the events of the show, John didn't die in this and Michael didn't get shot.  Still, I hope you enjoy it and have the loveliest of days. 🥰

· 

“She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and peeped over the edge of the mushroom, and her eyes immediately met those of a large blue caterpillar…”

“Mrs. Shelby” Interrupted Frances politely, earning the attention of both Y/n and Charlie.

“Yes, Frances?” answered Y/n, who upon seeing the terrified look on Frances face asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Mr. Shelby wants to see you, he’s in your room” blurted Frances, her hands shaking slightly. Deciding not to inquire any further Y/n rose from the sofa and handed Charlie to Frances. “We were on page 37” she informed her so she could continue reading Lewis Carrol’s work to the toddler.

“Very well” muttered Frances before going to fetch the book Y/n had left on the sofa.

“Y/n!” Blabbered Charlie, his tiny arm reaching out to her.

Y/n turned around and went to grab his tiny hand in hers. “I’ll be back I promise. Frances will read to you meanwhile”

Charlie smiled and once again Y/n walked towards the door. The boys voice didn’t ask her to stay this time. Y/n hurried through the cold corridors finally arriving at Hers and Tommy’s room, she entered and called his name, but no response came. 

Inside was a panicked Tommy, rummaging through drawers, taking out some gowns for her and trousers and shirts for him, shoving them into a suit case.

“What’s going on?” She asked worried, scanning over the room and panicking slightly at the bloodied shirt and towel laying on one corner. “Is that your blood??”

Tommy ceased his movements and closed the suitcase, Finally looking at her “We have to leave”

“And go where?”

“Back to small Heath”

“What’s going on?” She asked worried.

“I just killed an Italian in our fucking kitchen, we’ve been delivered a black hand. No one is safe, we have to go back to small Heath now!” He demanded in urgency.

Y/n nodded in understanding “I’ll go get some of Charlie’s clothes”

The ride to small Heath was silent. Y/n’s glance switched from the sleeping Charlie in the back seat, cradling Grace’s picture to Tommy, who she could tell, was on edge . No matter how hard he tried to deny it, killing people got to him, knowing that Pol and his brothers hated him got to him, and the prospect of the vendetta got to him. She placed a hand on his leg to break him out of his destructive thoughts. A simple action, to remember him she was there.

Tommy glanced at her for a second, the saddest of smiles concealed behind his frantic eyes, before holding her hand in his. She started rubbing the back of his hand as he drove with the other.

When they arrived in small Heath Tommy called a meeting in the betting shop to negotiate for peace among the family. The meeting though tense was fruitful and it was adjourned as quickly as it started. Everyone left immediately afterwards, not quite ready to be on Tommy’s presence.

After closing the shop Y/n Tommy and Charlie made their way to Tommy’s old house. It was late so y/n went upstairs to put Charlie to bed in Finn’s old bedroom. Once she made sure Charlie was asleep she made her way to Tommy’s old room, but found it empty. Not wanting to call out his name and risk waking Charlie up she walked downstairs as quietly as she could in search for her husband.

She found him sitting down in front of a fire in the parlor a whisky glass in his hand, just staring into the flames.

She sat down next to him and rested her head on his shoulder intertwining her fingers with the ones from his other hand.

“Where are you?” She whispered, also staring into the flames.

“Here” he replied downing his glass and placing it next to him. What a lie.

“Well, your body may be, but you aren’t” she softly retorted.

He gave a sigh “I’m just reminiscing of every single decision I’ve made that’s lead me, us, to this moment”

“Do you regret any of them” she inquired sadly. Looking at him already knowing the answer.

“Many” he confessed still intently staring into the flames. “Everybody hates me now”

“I don’t hate you” she offered with a tiny smile.

He sighed and brought her hand to his lips, kissing it softly, prompting her to scoot even closer to him. “Do you think they will ever forgive me?” He asked finally looking at her.

“I know they will, they just need some time” she reassured.

He pondered on it for a few moments. Not satisfied with his thoughts he let go of her hand and brought his to her face, his thumb gently tracing her cheekbone before joining his lips with hers in search of a welcoming place. She corresponded the kiss and started running her fingers through his dark locks before pulling him to lay down with her on the carpet. They settled into a comfortable position and he pulled away after a few moments.

“Tell me something nice” his voice interrupted the sound of the flames in a soft plea. His eyes uncharacteristically vulnerable.

She smiled at him and brought her hand to his face, intently looking into his eyes “Remember that night we slept under the stars last spring?” She asked lovingly.

Tommy nodded and she continued “Everything was perfect. The day had been perfect and all was just right”

A weak smile decorated Tommy’s face in recollection to the memory. “Things will be like that again, there will be perfect days in our future” she promised.

He didn’t believe her words, but they brought comfort to him, they always did.

“And if things aren’t alright, know that I’ll always be with you”

She could swear she saw tears brimming his eyes for a second before he kissed her again with the same need as moments before.

She indulged in his need and let him drown in her. Sex with him was always very intimate, but that night she felt his soul touch hers. Their naked skin pressed together and the sound of their agitated breathings trying to settle into regular breathings after climaxing formed a melody with the cracking of the fire which made them both succumb to ignoring the world outside of the old small Heath house.  

“Do you want to go to bed?” She asked breathlessly after a while.

“Yeah, let’s go” he breathed getting up and helping her up, her feet a bit wiggly consequence of Tommy’s touch.

Once they were in his old room, they refreshed themselves and laid in his small bed together. He let her hold him that night. Her arm draped over his naked waist, his fingers intertwined with hers, her pressing soft kisses to his neck and back, making him believe that everything she said was true. They were going to be alright.

@nyotamalfoy

@peakyxtommy

@captivatedbycillianmurphy

[simplyshelbs16xoxo]

'Madder Than a Hatter' Chapter 6: You're Gonna Lose Your Soul

A/N: I know it's been so long since I've updated, but my mental health took such a dive. I'm trying to get back into writing again, slowly but surely.

FFN | Ao3 | Buy Me a Coffee?

.

.

“I can’t believe it,” Hatter mused, looking around them. They had only been following Charlie for twenty minutes, and he managed to lead them to an abandoned mushroom village. Every cottage was rounded with a mushroom top roof. Alice couldn’t tell if they had been hollowed out to transform into a cottage or if they were entirely hand-built. The forest trees surrounded the area and ten-foot tall tree-like mushrooms provided cover from the rain.

Charlie held his head up with pride. “The Oracle never steers us wrong, Harbinger. Trust in that.” With a sweeping gesture, he held his arms out toward one of the homes, allowing them to go ahead.

Taking her hand, Hatter led Alice up the stone stairs leading up to the closest cottage. It was dark and cold inside, a feeling of emptiness settled in the three of them. When their eyes adjusted, for it was much darker than it was outside, they went searching for a source of light. They took it slow, careful not bump into any furniture.

“Hey,” Alice called out to them, “I think I found an oil lamp. It still has some juice in it. We just need to find some matches.”

Hatter made his way over to her right away, digging through his pockets. He pulled out a matchbox with only a couple left inside. “Doesn’t hurt to be prepared,” he said, striking the match and lighting the wick.

The small room was enveloped in a warm glow, surprising them by what was revealed to them. For an abandoned land, the little cottage appeared preserved as if no time had passed. If it hadn’t been lived in for hundreds of years, there was no indication of it. The room was round, the sitting room and kitchen separated only by a wooden counter where the oil lamp had been found. There was a sofa set a few feet back from the fireplace, which could definitely help warm the place up. The wood in the basket was still fresh somehow and hadn’t rotted away.

Looking up, there was a stairway that led up to the mushroom cap of the cottage, which most likely contained a bedroom or two at most. Charlie got to work on the fire whilst Hatter searched for anything that could be of use to them. Aiding in the search, Alice’s head felt heavy as if it were made of something much thicker than skin and bone. It must have been hunger or an after effect of the drugged water. Hell, it could have been both.

“Alice…”

Quickly, she turned back, frantically scanning the room corner to corner with her eyes. The voice sounded brittle, too close in her ear for comfort. A chorus of nearly inaudible whispers filled the room, but she appeared to be the only one who could hear them. A hand gripped her shoulder. Alice jumped with a shout and then Hatter was there, his voice full of concern. “Hey, Alice, look at me. You’re okay; I’m here. Tell me what happened.”

“I…,” she began, “I’m not sure. There was a voice and then there were several. Something grabbed me.”

He looked around, noting there was nothing out of the ordinary around them. But in his experience, that didn’t mean something wasn’t there. All in all, he felt it best they all turn in for the night. The fire began crackling and Charlie had already taken it upon himself to sleep on the sofa. He held out his hand. “C’mon, luv, you need your rest.”

Hatter’s brows furrowed as he looked at her. “What’s the matter?”

Holding onto the ladder for dear life, Alice replied, “I’ve got a thing about heights.” She noticed him take a look down below, a short nervous laugh bubbling up. “Why couldn’t you guys build the city on the ground?”

Turning back to her, acknowledging her consuming fear, Hatter told her to look at him. “Alice.” Her shining blue eyes met his. He held his hand out for her to take, and reluctantly, she let go of the ladder, putting her hand in his. “Try not to look down…okay?”

Slowly, step by step, he led her through, his eyes never leaving hers. Despite his sketchy con-man persona, Alice had placed her safety in his hands, trusting him for the first time.

A small smile appeared on her face. “You helped me,” she spoke quietly.

“Alice? You okay?”

“Yes,” she assured him. “I’m starting to remember a little. You led me around the ledges of the tallest city in Wonderland when I was frozen with fear.”

Hatter smiled. “That’s right, I did.” A moment passed between them—a sort of silent fondness. “Shall we see what’s upstairs?”

With a nod, Alice followed his lead once more, a little less scared than she had been before.

.

.

Duchess was beyond worried. How could the Queen of Souls still live? Her death was a major turning point in Wonderland’s history. Another night had passed with no sign of the trio. Taking matters into her own hands, she stormed into her husband’s office.

“Darling, what is it?” he asked, an alertness in his voice.

She seated herself upon the sofa opposite his desk. “How can she still live, Jack? She’s dead. I’m not leaving until I get an answer.”

Jack sighed. He hadn’t wanted to worry her further, but it appeared as if his silence on the subject had the opposite effect. “She’s not technically alive, but a spirit, I wager. There’s an old urban legend that states if she were to steal three souls, she could come back as flesh and blood.”

“Alice, Hatter, and Charlie,” Duchess realised. “And someone—presumably the so-called ‘doctor’ of Alice’s—set this up in order to do just that.”

He nodded. “Whoever it may be, if they think the Queen of Souls would help them to take over the throne instead of stealing it for herself, they’re mad as can be.”

“How do we help them?” she asked.

“I’m working on it,” he assured her. “Though, I’m not sure if anyone but themselves can get them out of there.”

She stood, regal in the way she always held herself. “Then we need to track down whoever killed that group of tea addicts. Surely that’s who’s responsible.”

Jack smiled with the knowledge that he did, indeed, make the right woman the Queen of Hearts. And he loved her with all of his.

.

.

Lurking in the shadows, she searched for her prey, for the different colored glow of their souls. Blue, green, and white. She had almost had the blue girl in her grasp, but that damned Bandersnatch was onto her. Why it was choosing to protect them, she hadn’t a clue. She was nothing but a shadow, a ghoul. Under a constant full moon, she sought to steal three souls, and become whole once more. Wonderland would fall beneath her rule, starting with that wretched Catherine Thorpe.