#cherry cola chaos

[ablizmal]

do y’all ever think. about how L. might not even consider himself to be a person at times?

like he usually interacts with people digitally, whether it’s through call or text. he doesn’t care for his appearance— he most likely takes care of his hygiene for maintenance sakes. he doesn’t care how all the sugar he’s eating is bad for him, i’ve never seen him drink water, only coffee or tea…

just… if someone isn’t interacting with anyone, they can start to feel less real. they’re just an idea.

L, when asked to visualize himself, may first think of his insignia on a bleary, blue-light emanating screen. you know?

[ablizmal]

YESSSSSSSSSSS, THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME IN THIS POST, KRILL, THIS POST WAS MADE FOR ME!!! (╯✧▽✧)╯

I think Self Shippers need to kick it up a notch and have Fictional Enemies, make a self insert whose life goal is to beat the shit out of a canon character

[st4rrmii]

Lipgloss Ben started as a joke but I don't think it's a joke anymore y'all,,, I am genuinely obsessed with the idea of him wearing lipgloss,,,

Look how pretty he is w a lil colour to his lips like,,,

[velvetcloxds]

LINGER | E.M.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: nothing really, just an idea I thought might be cute, induced by working from 8 to 8 for weeks now- mutual pining

summary: you've got a little crush on the new guy your dad hired to work with you in the office at his motel, how lucky are you that he's got a little crush on you too

part two: fleeting

You’d been staring at the booking list for far too long, and the room numbers were all starting to look the same which made your job so much harder- every time you allocated a guest to a seemingly open room, you’d find there to already be someone there, it was a grand mess and your Dad was so caught up in freaking out about the multiple double bookings that you and Eddie had been tasked with fixing it all on your own.

“I swear,” he sighed, clipboard in one hand and a bunch of keys in the other. “We’ve put out so many fires this week, they might as well give us fire suits as our uniforms,” he sat down next to you, shoulder against your own, just a little too close in comparison to how he sits next to the rest of the staff members. He smelt of cigarettes, cherry cola and too much deodorant spray, he was sure the smell of smoke would bother you, you weren’t all that sure why it didn’t. “No,” he mumbled, a little bump against your arm as he emptied his hands to be able to cover the list of rooms with his fingers. “You’ve got that look on your face again.”

“What look?” you scoffed, and had you been any less exhausted you would’ve absolutely melted when you turned to see him smiling at you, you’d found he had a way of smiling even without noticing, whatever the two of you were doing or saying, he’d be halfway through ranting and the simplest reply from you would have him grinning from ear to ear, in his own little world.

“That one that says the world is ending,” he shook his head, and reached over your arm to hang the keys on the keys board, allowing himself a chance to linger when he had to get even closer to you, pleased when you were looking right into his eyes. “I hate that look; it gives me a headache when I can’t make it go away.”

“You have a headache?” you didn’t notice how your voice dipped, he did, it made him smile again, eyes trying to take in every little reaction on your face, just like he always does, he always finds something else to make him fall a little harder. He nodded, shrugged, and looked down to your list to see if he could help move someone around. “Is that why you’ve been so snappy with me all day?” you teased, being the one to bump his shoulder this time.

“I’ve not been snappy.”

“Please, you’ve been speaking to me with perfect punctuation every time we have to check another room,” you had something for his headache, you had to drink some for your own a few minutes ago, so you didn’t even think about handing him two pills, ever delighted when your fingers touched as he took them, and it didn’t bother you half as much as it should’ve when he motioned to steal a sip from your bottle. “You’re tired, Eddie, you need to take a break, go to your room for a bit, everyone else has,” you yawned, it made your nose scrunch up a little and made Eddie’s heart do a little backflip, how you’d managed to make something so mundane seem so cute he didn't understand. “I’ll be fine, promise.”

“You’re tired too,” he noted and he wasn’t sure if he was crossing a boundary but he reached out to squeeze your hand lightly, dropped it back to the table to make a note of a room he’d found empty, blushed horribly when you looked away to try and fail to hide a tired little smile, he had no idea how giddy it made you feel. “I’d rather be tired with you than have you try and fix this mess. Besides, I only work for your dad, you have to go home with him.”

 Eddie wasn’t one to pretend he didn’t notice the passive-aggressive comments aimed at you when you were doing your best, or the unprofessional remarks when you made a mistake, or how despite your best efforts to calm the chaos it only made it possible for you to get rid of more chaos the next day. He didn’t treat your dad any differently than he would if he didn’t have a major crush on you, but he also couldn’t care much for the man, he considered how a critical man, in general, decided to be even more so with someone who’d yet to give him reason to doubt her.

“You’re right,” you sighed and when you folded your legs and leaned back in the wheeled office chair you appreciated the sight of him, he’d been running about all day, the mess of curls that was usually in the way when he was working was now tucked into a skew knot on his head, the cutest thing, you thought, the perfect view to bring some color into the lifeless office you were in. “Pity me, won’t you, and help me write out those new tags for the lost keys.”

“Only if you don’t insist on sorting them by color this time, it takes so much longer, and you know the guest won’t even notice,” you were sweetening the deal, smiling up at him as you opened your rainbow lunchbox to show off the cinnamon bun that you’d saved at lunch for the two of you to share.

“Yeah, but I notice, and it looks pretty,” he wouldn’t dream of fighting you on that, not really, but he’d fight off sleep for weeks more if it meant he’d get some extra time with you, you were sweeter when you were tired, he wasn’t sure how that was possible, but you didn’t try as hard to hide your crush on him, and he didn’t have to try so hard to hide his.

“Hmm, well you are the expert on pretty,” he noted, and he was ever smooth with it as he made sure to take a little extra time to take his half of the bun from your hands, always one to linger, to make you swoon so easily.

“I see that headache is gone,” he’d tell you it’s because you weren’t frowning anymore, point out that as soon as you smiled at him he completely forgot he had a headache to begin with, instead he just shrugged, used a stray napkin to wipe the icing from your cheek and took it all in as you hummed, happy despite the mess the two of you had to solve. Your father hired him to help you with the things you couldn’t keep up with, as your mood shifted and your knee brushed against his thigh, he considered that he was very good at his job.

[delicatebarness]

cry baby | chapter three . five

Summary: Returning to the bar after Steve is free, you find yourself in an embarrassing situation which leads to subtle moments of connection with Bucky.

Warning: Mild Sexual Tension.. I mean, both Bucky and CB are in this one so of course there is. Public Embarrassment. Protective Bucky.

Word Count: 936

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A/N: This chapter is sort of a rewrite of THIS one shot. - Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as mine. - B

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You tried to blend into the chaos while standing at the crowded bar, waiting for Howlett to hand you a cherry cola. James Howlett, known around the city for his rugged demeanor, was the owner of the bar– a man who didn’t speak much unless it was toward the Avengers, but he didn’t need to. 

An imposing figure, standing around 6’2”, with a muscular frame. His beard was scruffy, thick, and his hair unkempt which added to his intimidating presence. Wearing a worn-out flannel shirt and faded jeans, he looked like someone who had lived a dozen lives and fought in every one of them. 

The bar was expectedly packed with bikers chatting loudly, and the scent of smoke and leather hung heavily in the air. Leaning against the bar, Bucky stayed near you, his eyes surveying the room, always alert.

Suddenly, staggering into you, out of nowhere, a random drunk guy spills his beer over you. Cold liquid soaked through the fabric of your thin t-shirt and down to the thin cardigan in your arms, causing it to cling to your skin and turn somewhat transparent. Embarrassment began to settle in, heat rushing to your face as you instinctively crossed your arms over your chest, in an attempt to cover yourself. 

Before you could take another step, Bucky moved faster than anyone else in the room. Within an instant, he removed his leather jacket and draped it over your shoulders. His expression turned deadly, glaring at the men who noticed the mishap as he tried to shield you from their stares. 

“Stop fucking looking at her, and mind your business,” he growled, his voice sharp, cutting through the noise of the bar. With immediate effect, conversations were halted, and the lingering glances were averted. No one dared to challenge Bucky as they mumbled apologies.

Concern etched in his face as he turned back to you, his demeanor softening. “You okay, sweetheart?” he gently asked, contrasting his earlier tone towards the bar. 

You nodded, trying to pull the jacket tighter around your body. “Yeah, I’m fine– Thanks,” your voice came out quieter than you intended as the familiar scent of his cologne instantly calmed your nerves. 

As if ensuring you were alright, Bucky gave you another quick once-over, his own gaze lingering a little longer. “Anything for you,” he muttered, a slight hint of a smirk playing on his lips. 

Feeling self-conscious, you excused yourself to the restroom, clutching onto his jacket like a lifeline. You locked the door once inside, peeling the soaked fabric off your body. For a moment, you stared at yourself in the mirror, standing in your bra. You hesitated before pulling Bucky’s jacket over your body. 

The oversized fit made you feel more secure with sleeves too long, covering your hands, and wrapping you in warmth. Zipping it up, you made your way back into the bustling crowd, your wet shirt in hand.

As you approached, Bucky’s blue eyes locked onto yours immediately. Drawing closer to him, you saw a flicker of surprise cross his features– he’d realized you were barely clothed under his jacket. Gripping his beer bottle a little tighter, he gave you a small, reassuring smile, before recomposing himself. A fresh wave of heat crept up your cheeks, noting how his gaze lingered a second longer than usual. 

Reaching the booth, you tried to act casual as you slipped into your usual seat, ignoring the looks of your friends and brother. Bucky’s lips twitched into a half-smile, noticing the way your cheeks betrayed how flustered you felt, and the tears causing a shiny gloss over your eyes. He leaned forward over the booth. 

“Better?” he asked, keeping his voice low only for you. 

Still holding the soaked shirt, you nodded. “Yeah– thanks again, Buck,” you replied, barely looking up at him. 

At that moment, Howlett set a cherry cola down in front of you with a soft grunt. “On the house, kid,” he said, gravely voice cutting through the noise of the bar without effort. Meeting his gaze, you nodded in gratitude though he barely gave you a second glance before shifting his attention, understandably, back to the bar. Considering how intimidating of a man Howlett was, his actions were always more telling than his words. 

Taking a sip of the cherry cola, the sweetness calmed your nerves slightly as you settled into your seat, discarding your shirt onto the grimy, sticky floor. Across the booth, Natasha and Sam had noticed the change in atmosphere, sharing a knowing look, but decided not to comment on the mishap. However, Sam’s playful smirk gave away his amusement. 

Bucky’s broad shoulders filled the seat directly across from you in the booth, and as sharp and alert as always, his eyes scanned the room. His leg brushed against yours under the table, and for a brief moment, the accidental touch sent a jolt through your system. 

The warmth spread from where your legs were connected, and you tried to ignore it. But yet, once again that evening, your body betrayed you, the heat reaching your cheeks. He didn’t seem to notice– at least, not at first. He had been glaring toward the bikers who had been staring at you previously, still on high alert. But then, you noticed his gaze flicker back to you, and the realization of the subtle contact between your legs. 

His expression didn’t change as his posture shifted slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting into a subtle smirk, aware of the closeness. He said nothing instead opting to let the silence between you speak volumes.

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[apollyonsdarksecrets]

It’s almost here

Hahahaha, I am FINALLY in the editing phase of the last two chapters (yes I said two double posting when it’s ready). I pretty much feel like Squidward trying to get this done between Christmas chaos, sick little baby, me and my husband being sick, and everything else that can be thrown on top.

Thank you EVERYONE for your amazing support, I can not wait to finally have it all completed but at the same time I am a little sad to see it end.

Much love

Apollyon

XOXO

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[vthetease]

my favorite things

it's me birthday

so just incase anyone wanted to know some stuff about V

heres some random info about my life as well as some of my favorite things

i am a libra sun, aquarius moon, capricorn rising

i like dark chocolate more than any other; i have since i first got my period. i like gummy candy and starbursts but my favorite are the little cola bottle candies. i like tea and coffee sweet, but flavorful. i like energy drinks and slushees and wanted my first tattoo to be a cola-mtn dew slushee but it wasnt. i like waffles more than pancakes but would prefer a toaster strudel or muffin. i like apples and lemons and cinnamon and garlic and truffle and black cherries but not maraschino. i dont like onions or cilantro or swiss cheese. i dont like chili because something about the consistency of wet, tomato-ee hamburger makes me ill. i also can't drink hard liquor.

i like smells like thick cologne that lingers and juniper and spearmint and old houses and honeysuckle and the smells of the earth when it stops raining in the summer. i like the smell of other peoples laundry soap and coffee more than my own. i like eucalyptus and aloe and teakwood and dragons blood incense.

i like classic rock from my dad and 80s pop ballads from my mom and afi and lincoln park from my older sibling and 4*TOWN for my younger sibling. one of my earliest loves in music was Paramore, and hayley is an inspiration of mine. i like pop punk and the band ive seen the most is sleeping with sirens, 4 times now. i like hip hop and rnb and acapella and piano. i like music that makes me feel alive. anything from violin to screaming, i just like passion. i'm a very passionate person and always have been despite myself.

i sing and like singing in the car, while i shower, and cook. i am very loud but sometimes can do cool things. i like how singing makes me happy and helps me relate to other people and also my predecessors. i like how i feel connected to those before me through my voice. my first time singing in public was my 4th grade talent show. I sang The Only Exception by Paramore because my parents thought Almost Lover was too dramatic and adult for a 12 year old

i like old movies and i used to fall asleep to them at my grandparents and wake up to them at weekends at my dads apartment. i like musicals like ride the cyclone and drama like the fault in our stars and action like john wick and will always be down for a horror movie. i like get out and candyman and hereditary and black swan and blair witch and creep. i like the twilight zone and rod serling has a special place in my heart. i also like alex trebek from jeopardy, matthew grey gubler, penn badgely, andrew scott, evan peters, and my biggest current celeb crush is matt rife.

i like being alone in busy places. i like to talk to people but i also like to disappear to the other room during the party. im the girl you find sitting outside sometimes smoking, or on the balcony. i enjoy walking back into a concert midsong and seeing all the happy little people being happy. i like stepping away from chaos to appreciate it. i like driving on highways at night when its empty and im high. i like watching airplanes land. i like sleep and i sleep in a tank top and underwear but never socks. my dreams always take me back to this very similiar place every single night doing different tasks with different people. i might start calling it the twilight zone. i like to paint my emotions in my makeup and artwork. i have always felt very deeply and openly.

i like the moon and the stars and it is so fascinating to learn about the same beautiful big rock my ancestors saw. i feel drawn to white butterflies and birds and bumblebees and skinks ( they r tiny lizards). i like history and culture, but im really bad at math.

thats all i can come up with for now. if you have any questions let me know

thanks for reading about me, lmk if youre in love yet

valentine, 22 today <3

[the-era-of-shadow]

Whispers in The Dark

Written by Ash Rose

Summary:

Even a few days after the battle in Starlight City, Whisper can’t keep her mind off of its events and how they might continue to affect her long afterwards. So she decided to leave the Sky Patrol for a bit and get some fresh air back in Spiral Hill. This plan seems to be going well for her in terms of alleviating her stress - that is, until she’s confronted by a familiar, yet unknown person, who seems to know what Whisper’s been through. Whether or not the person liked the outcome of Whisper’s version of events, however, is a beast onto its own.

THIS STORY CONTAINS: Swearing, mentions of childhood trauma, mentions of death, victim blaming

Author's Note: So I??? Wrote a whole fic in a single day??? Like it's 2020 all over again??? And like yeah it was basically In A Day because last night as I was going to bed was when the idea for this story came to me - then it immediately begged me to write it this morning, and then I was already planning to have our beta reader over so yeah. I'm honestly as shocked as you probably are.

It had been a couple of days since the fight that had occurred in Starlight City, right in front of the now destroyed Doctor Clysdale’s Wisp Care Clinic. Despite that, however, Whisper’s mind felt like it had been frozen in time, still standing in front of that awful clinic, ready to fight to get her wisps back.

But she never did.

The other Freedom Trainees and the Freedom Fighters that had been there with her that morning were able to verify through witness that her wisps had fortunately not been crushed when the clinic was destroyed. But they were still in the hands of those alien scum. 

From the information given to them by Knuckles and Amy, Whisper gleaned some sort of understanding as to just how dangerous the person she had briefly known as “Doctor Ezrieal Clysdale” really was, and with it, she had come to an understanding that she would have no success in trying to retrieve her wisps on her own. The Freedom Fighters were trying their best to track down the Black Arms, but wherever it was that they were hiding now, it was quite hard to find. 

On this particular October morning, it had all just become too much for Whisper. She wanted so badly to step away from it all and have a day where she didn’t have to be constantly thinking about these things.

“Being here on the Sky Patrol probably doesn’t help things much.” Lux figured.

“Yeah. I mean, I feel so honored to be waking up each morning in this place with all the people I admire, but I get how the same couldn’t really be said for you.” Tangle added. Jewel gave Tangle a bit of a stink eye for the way that she worded her point, which Whisper noticed.

“I get it, I really do… You dreamed of this for so long… And I wanna have that mindset too… It’s just… The wisps…” Whisper replied, lying down on the bed of the room the Freedom Trainees had congregated in - maybe it was Jewel’s? Or maybe it was Amy’s? Whisper honestly couldn’t remember, with everything else going on in her head and all.

“Well yeah, of course, but what we went through back there was rather traumatic, especially for you.” Jewel pointed out, to which the others agreed to.

“And that shit sticks to you like a wad of gum on the bottom side of your shoe.” Amy remarked.

“Trust me, I’ve done this song and dance before… Well, not exactly one to one, but you get what I mean…” Whisper assured. 

“Well if that’s the case, what do ya usually do when life hits ya like a semi truck?” Lux inquired in between sips of a can of wild cherry Chaos Cola.

“Something that you don’t need the wisps with you to do.” Jewel added softly.

“Well… I usually go out for a walk and listen to the songs I have on my MP3 player…” Whisper answered, sitting back upwards.

“No way! That’s what I do when life gets me down too!” Tangle exclaimed loudly.

“I know you do, you’ve told me so quite a few times over the two years we’ve known each other…” Whisper remarked with a soft loving smile.

“I’d say that’s a pretty good idea, actually! You’d be able to step out of the Sky Patrol, which could be symbolic of you stepping out of the situation, and you could just be alone with your music instead of having to overhear us constantly remind you of what happened as we try to find the Black Arms!” Amy said, getting up from the chair she had been sitting in. “I’ll ask Sally to drop you off somewhere for a bit and when you’re ready to come back you can give one of us a call!” She continued as she made her way to the door.

“Can it be Spiral Hill? I’m the most familiar with being there…” Whisper interjected just as Amy was about to leave.

“Oh, of course!” Amy replied.

Whisper could immediately feel a bit of relief as she stepped off of the Sky Patrol and stepped into the streets of Spiral Hill. It felt nice to be back home, even for a little bit. It felt like a proper conclusion to the conflict in a sense. But she knew how she could make herself feel even better.

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There was a time before she had her wisps that she had gone through an event of turmoil. In fact, Whisper’s life had always had something negative going on in it, like she had been cursed from birth. But things used to not be so grand.

The first time Whisper ever went through something upsetting was rather trivial in fact, especially compared to what the future had in store for her. Back before the Robotnik Empire had nearly the amount of power that it came to have, back when Whisper was still in public school, she had been a victim of bullying. She was singled out as a mobian in a school mostly populated by humans. It made her feel isolated and alone, and made her not want to go to school anymore. So of course, she told her parents, since this was also while her parents were still around.

Specifically, she had told her dad when he had picked her up from school one day. Of course, her dad was saddened to hear that his merely six year old daughter was being made fun of so badly. 

“You know, I heard this song recently on the radio and thought it was pretty good, so I found it online and downloaded it. I think it might speak to you.”

He had said to her as he connected his MP3 player to the car’s radio, he was good at technology like that. At first Whisper thought it’d be silly to think that a song could be the answer to her problems, but as the song played on as he drove them home, it inspired her. From that moment onward she no longer cared about what other people had to say about her, only worrying about doing her best at life. Of course, it’s hard to do her best when only a few weeks after that moment, her parents had been captured by the Robotnik Empire during an ambush, leaving her orphaned, and then a few years later being recruited into a vigilante group similar to the Freedom Fighters then imploded when one of its members sold them out to the Empire, once again leaving her the sole survivor, and then of course losing her wisps a few days ago. But she tried her best to at least keep the mindset, and listening to that very same song that her dad had played on the ride home ten years ago helped remind her of that. 

But the song was relatively short, only two minutes and forty-five seconds long, so soon enough, she had to move on to another song. 

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“Seriously? This song?” Whisper wondered to herself.

It wasn’t like she disliked this song. No, she loved it. She loved Three Days Grace, and nu metal in general. She even remembered Tangle playfully teasing her for it when Whisper first brought it up. 

“Wow! You really are as much of an angsty teenager as you look!” She had said. Whisper knew even back then that she had meant no harm from it - that’s just how Tangle is. She says things in not the most tactful of ways, but she always means well by it.

But with this song playing right after the last one was just. Such an odd coincidence. It was like her shuffle was trying to paint the story of her life thus far. Because of course, this song reminded her of the time she had spent with her first team of vigilante heroes, the Diamond Cutters. Not all of them, of course. Most of them were great people. It specifically reminded her of one person in particular - the one who had sold the rest out just so he could “guarantee” that he’d be the victorious one in the end.

Mimic.

It was true, she really did hate everything about him. Honestly, even back then she kinda did. Whisper never really trusted Mimic all too much, always having a bad feeling about him. But she was only around ten years old at the time, while everyone else was a late teenager or young adult, or even more or less just a regular adult with Mimic himself being twenty five back then, so no one took her suspicions seriously. Honestly, looking back, it was kinda insane how she ended up in a team like that. 

But the important part was that Mimic was playing double agent at that time, secretly being an employee of the Robotnik Empire. He had led the rest of the team to certain death - all except for Whisper, and the wisps that the Diamond Cutters had used as the source of their abilities. That’s when her hatred of him had truly been cemented. That’s when she wondered why she had ever even loved him in the first place - why she used to look up to him.

… Dammit, now she’s thinking about the wisps again.

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After the Diamond Cutters had been dissolved, so to speak, Whisper lived out on the streets with the wisps. It wasn’t comfortable, it wasn’t much of anything really. But even though her life seemed pretty miserable at that point, at least Mimic was out of it - though he certainly tried to track her down and kill her many times. 

She grew to distrust most people, to just rely on herself and the wisps - she knew that she could at least trust that. She also put a lot of trust into the Freedom Fighters, who only grew stronger by the day, fighting off the very Empire that had ruined her life. She never really liked to admit it, but she did very much admire them, even to the level that Tangle did. They were saviors in her eyes.

Sometimes she’d wonder if she would one day come across one of the Freedom Fighters and they would take her in, kind of like how the Diamond Cutters did, but better. It was honestly a fantasy of hers - one that she never imagined would actually happen to her - she was just too unlucky for that.

And yet, she got taken in by them, eventually. Even if she did lose the wisps in the process.

There’s always a catch, isn’t there?

But before that ever happened, she did manage to find somewhere to call home. She had met Tangle and Jewel.

Whisper looked down at the shirt she was wearing, a dark blue graphic t-shirt that read “H.I.T - Heroes in Training 2009”. 

“Guess my playlist isn’t the only coincidence going on today…” She remarked in her head.

It was the shirt she had gotten the same day she had met the two of them, from a yearly competition that was held by the Freedom Fighters. Whisper had entered the competition every year since the one in 2005 - her prowess with the wisp’s abilities and the wispon she had kept with her always secured at least a top five placement for her - which made it a good way to get some money to sustain herself with, since the competition came with cash rewards. She usually didn’t talk much to the other competitors, given her distrust of people. But that year was different.

Tangle had been another one of the competitors that year, and she instantly began to faun over Whisper, fascinated by her wisps and wispon from the very first time that Whisper was on stage that year. At first it made Whisper uncomfortable with just how excitable and in her face Tangle was, hell, she had become paranoid that Tangle was just Mimic in disguise trying to get Whisper into a vulnerable position. But relatively early on into the competition, Whisper let Tangle know about her concerns - to an extent, and to her surprise, Tangle apologized for her behavior and gave Whisper the space that she had asked for. As the competition went on, she opened herself up more to Tangle and her friend Jewel, taken aback by Tangle’s kindness.

When the competition ended, and Tangle and Whisper were the gold and silver winners, Tangle gave Whisper her prize money, saying that Whisper needed it far more than she did, which moved Whisper to tears that night, and just before Jewel’s parents were going to take Jewel and Tangle back home, Whisper found them and asked if she could crash at their place - feeling that she didn’t want to lose the first real people she had come to trust in so long.

And then Whisper never left their place. She had found a new home and family in Tangle and Jewel.

At least she still had them. That was a relief.

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But she still wished that she had the wisps still with her. She still felt ashamed that she lost them in the first place. After so long of not trusting anybody thanks to the damage that Mimic had done to her, she had learned to trust again thanks to Jewel and Tangle. She didn’t blame them, she really tried not to, but she still felt angry that she had let her trust be taken advantage of again. It’s not like it was their fault, though. Their trust was taken advantage of just as much as hers was.

“It’s a shame, isn’t it?” Whisper heard a voice say despite the music she had on. 

Whisper looked around for where the voice could have come from, but she didn’t see anyone around, so she just chalked it up to her imagination and kept walking.

“I know how it feels to lose someone like that, I really do.” The voice spoke again.

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“Hello…?” Whisper called out, pausing her music to be able to hear the voice more clearly.

“Hi! You’re Whisper, right?” The voice greeted her, the source of it being revealed to be a jade green fox-like cat mobian that looked to be around the same age as Whisper. She had pastel pink eyes that partially hid behind silver-rimmed glasses, and wore an off the shoulders sweater and a skirt that were various shades of purple-ish pink, the sweater having a graphic of a gear on the chest and sleeves. She had in her hands a hot pink rhythm wispon, likely corresponding to the magenta rhythm wisp by her side.

“Uhm… yeah.” It took her a minute to realize it, but Whisper had seen this girl before. During her walk to the Clysdale Clinic a few days ago, back before the fight, she had seen the girl among a group of friends that all had wisps with them. She remembered how she had been weirdly reminded of the Diamond Cutters by the sight of them, in a way she absolutely hated. Still, she should probably not hold that against the girl.

“Oh, good! Doctor Clysdale had told me about you!” The girl then responded, immediately causing Whisper’s defenses to go up again just as she had started to lower them.

“D-Doctor Clysdale??” Whisper questioned in a panic, instinctively pointing her wispon at the girl.

“Oh, yeah, you two aren’t on the best of terms. I remember that now.” The girl sneered, casually lowering the muzzle of Whisper’s wispon without even a bit of hesitation. The only emotion on her face at that moment, in fact, was annoyance. “Why don’t we forget about them for now? The name’s Gear. I’m the leader of the Starlight City Militia.” She then said, her face returning to the same smile she had before so quickly that it came off as uncanny of her.

“The… Starlight City Militia?” Whisper echoed, a flurry of emotions filling her as she had said them. Concern, confusion and fear, to be exact. “As in.. part of the Mobotropolis Militia Organization established by Sally Acorn and the Acorn Royal Family after the Phantom Ruby War??” 

“That’s the one!” Gear replied. “You have something like that with your friends, don’t you? I don’t think you’re the official Spiral Hill Militia, but something else, right?” 

“The Freedom Trainees. Why are you asking?” Whisper responded, unnerved by how Gear was prying into her life so blatantly after their rocky introduction.

“Just a bit curious, was all.” Gear answered, completely looking past the aggravated and yet shaky tone of Whisper’s voice. “How’d you find yourself in the possession of wisps if you’re not a Militia member?” She then asked.

“You don’t get to know…” Whisper hissed, her concern fading and her fear took over - convinced that this girl must be working for the Black Arms in some way.

“Excuse me?” Gear reacted, her smile disappearing again as a look of utter disdain replaced it. “Who the fuck do you think you are, talking to someone you just met like that?” She said, chastising her.

“Whisper Lycriah. I’m Whisper Lycriah and I’ll talk to you however I damn well fucking please.” Whisper replied, completely done with acting nice.

“All I did was ask you a simple question. That’s all I did. No wonder you refused Doctor Clysdale’s guidance, you ungrateful bitch.” Gear snapped. Yeah, that’s it. Whisper was certain that this chick was bad news.

“I don’t think I’d call myself “ungrateful”, personally. I actually consider myself lucky that I escaped the clinic before they could do to me whatever it is that they did to you…” Whisper argued, preparing to have a fight with Gear.

“I see. I’m sure your wisps would love to hear that you said that.” Gear remarked snidely, causing Whisper to become enraged.

“I’LL GET THEM BACK, JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE! THEY'RE JUST AS UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ALL THIS AS I AM!!” Whisper hollered, lunging at Gear to attack her.

But before she could reach her, Gear knocked her back with a sonic blast from her wispon. Though the blast tossed Whisper to the ground, she quickly got back up and was ready to face Gear again.

Except she wasn’t there anymore.

Gear and her wisp had completely disappeared, and no matter how hard Whisper looked for them, she couldn’t find where they had gone.

Once Whisper realized that her odds of finding Gear were next to none, she decided to retrieve the communicator that Tails had given her on her way out of the Sky Patrol and called Amy with it.

“Hey Whisper, feeling any better?” Amy asked right after picking up.

“Not particularly, no…” Whisper admitted.

“Oh? Then what are you calling for, girlie?” Amy inquired, sounding concerned.

“There’s something that I think you guys need to know about…” Whisper answered vaguely.

[cherri-cola-soda]

… dunno,, we should probably do …. Something.

How're you feelin' Cher?

-K0bes

< @k0bra-k1d >

Better… not great but… better

You?

[randoom-r]

Hermitvalley Bdubs - Introduction/First day

at the young age of 18 bdubs got kicked out of his family home because he is a chaotic mess. He daily snugged out to cause chaos in their small city. After he got kicked out with the words “get your stuff and get out of our house and don't even think about coming back” he packed his stuff, his little bit of savings and just ran. 

He didn't want to cause any more trouble so he just left the city. 

In the end he ended up in a little village in a Valley, which had a lot of hybrids living there.

With just 80 bucks to his name he made his way to the bar where a Blazeborn Bartender was serving a customer.

He was intrigued and a bit terrified he sat on a free table in a corner. 

After a minute a moth lady, like 2 inches taller than him approached him and was like “huh, a new face. We don't get a lot of new customers here. My name is Pearl; What can I get for you today?” 

He quickly looked at the menu “I would take the chicken tenders and a cola”

She quickly noted it and added “there is a vending machine back there with different kinds of cola, just choose what you want. drink is on the house”

If she is just taking pity because of all his scrapes and bruises or if it's genuine kindness but he will take it either way.

He went over, got himself a Cherry Cola and then went back to his table

Now he finally looked around, there was a man who looked like a doctor, he had black hair, Glasses and a White coat. In the backroom there were 3 people playing pool. He couldn't figure out if they are human or a hybrid. There is a pair, a woman and a man dancing to the music playing. at a table near the door was a man, bdubs guessed he was a fisherman. He has straw blond hair and a bandana on his head like bdubs himself has. 

“You aren't from around here huh?” bdubs got startled.

“Sorry for startling you, wasn't my intention. Got your chicken tenders here” the Blazeborn said. It isn't the first time he encountered hybrids but it sure is the first time he encountered one from another dimension. “thanks..” he said 

“my name’s tango, don't worry I'm not gonna hurt you. You got a place to stay? you shouldnt go out and travel at this time of day”

“how did you…”

“Honestly, you look exhausted like you walked a lot of miles and are full of bruises and scrapes. Reminds me from when i left the Nether region”

“Tango, I'm gonna be frankly honest. Got kicked out today and don't have much money. Didn't have a clue on where i gonna end up”

“You don't have to tell me more, you can have a guest room here for 5 bucks a day, there are a lot of things you can do around the valley to make a bit of money. You can stay as long as you want to”

“Thanks tango, I appreciate it.” -------------------------------------------------- am not the best at writing but i gave it a try :)

[ablizmal]

watari’s internally all like “why doesn’t L ever get out and get to know other people?” when he didn’t do SHIT about L avoiding socializing with others when he was a kid.

fucker just watched L and didn’t interfere or help at ALL except when it came to molding L into the justice system’s greatest weapon

[filmforager]

Joy Ride: Review

Crazy Hitch-hiking Asians

While comedies like Bridesmaids and Girls Trip have showcased the hilarity of female friendships, major studios have shied away from films about Asian girls just having fun. But, doing for raunchy comedies what Crazy Rich Asians did for rom-coms, Joy Ride is here to give the genre a much-needed shake up. Delivering a ton of riotous laughs at breakneck pace, this is one of the funniest films in years.

From first-time director Adele Lim (part of the writing team on Crazy Rich Asians), Joy Ride is tied together by a moving study of identity and friendships. We follow Audrey (Ashley Park), an uptight career woman who was adopted by an American family, and never met her birth mother. Learning how to blend in in a dominantly white neighbourhood, she met best friend Lolo (Sherry Cola), a slacker who protected her from racist bullies, and now specialises in body positive art installations (a lot of penises). When a big work opportunity presents itself for Audrey in Beijing, Lolo convinces her to hit two birds with one stone and meet the woman who gave her up for adoption. 

The journey takes a while to get going, as the two friends pick up Audrey’s college roommate Kat (Everything Everywhere All At Once’s Stephanie Hsu), a saintly actress with a wild past, and Lolo’s cousin ‘Deadeye’ (Sabrine Wu), a strange but endearing K-pop stan. But as with all joy rides, things don’t go entirely to plan. And after a run-in with a troublesome drug-dealer, this trip takes a turn for the chaotic. 

Written by Cherry Chevapravatdumrong and Teresa Hsiao, this keeps the laughs coming at a pace that’s almost hard to keep up with. You may think you’ve seen every scene of friends accidentally taking drugs in cinema, but you’ve not seen anything quite like this. The standout set piece is a mind-blowing sex montage featuring a Chinese basketball team, which brings plenty of tension, lust and repressed feelings to the surface. There’s also a hilarious K-Pop rendition of Cardi B’s ‘WAP’, which reaches a shocking climax the likes of which you rarely see in cinema.

Joy Ride might go to some crazy places with its comedy, but there’s still plenty of heart amid the chaos. While you can see the third-act complications from a mile away, Lim keeps things fresh with plenty of surprises and a dedicated cast that bicker and bond like real life friends. Everyone gets a moment to shine, though Sabrine Wu’s oddball performance threatens to steal many a scene. The result is a study of female friendships that feels sincere and true to life, as well as an affecting story about belonging that will have you reaching for the tissues. Fast, lean and full of freewheeling energy, this is not a ride you’ll forget in a hurry.

With first-time director Adele Lim at the wheel, Joy Ride manages to be both an outrageously funny comedy and a touching portrayal of female friendships.

★★★★

[life-love-and-lotr]

@chaos-in-bright-pink-hair-dyes Killjoy Week 2023 Day 1- Memories

They are gone, Cherri. Your friends, the saviors of the wastes, the Fabulous Killjoys dusted behind walls not many could reach. You are one of the few who hold true memories of their lives out here. And you're wasting them by frying your brains on radiation just to numb the pain. How dare you.

Memories are a rarity in city-born killjoys you know. The battery acid forced down their throats usually took most of them away. The only things left behind were remnants that felt like broken shards of glass when pulled out. The few that do remember don't talk about it, drowning their sorrows in cheap beer or deadly moonshine. So you must count yourself lucky you are a sand pup with the ability to remember everything good and bad.

You must look after your memories. They are what bind us to our purpose, the only things that keep us going. The good ones give us hope for the future and the bad ones remind us of the things we carry on for. I know that it's hard sometimes but you must hold on. The Zones deserve to hear their stories. Not only ones of daring deeds and ghosting Dracs but also smaller ones connected to home. Ones full of laughter. Full of love. You have many of those up in your brain Cherri Cola. Don't let your grief and regrets make you forget.

Use that talent for writing poetry to share what you know. Those words you seem to pull out of thin air have a way to soothe people in the most dire circumstances. And right now they need it more than ever. I will save you, only this once. I ask two things of you before you go. One, you will be the saviour of all lost souls. You will collect their masks and put them in the postbox for me to collect. And secondly you will share your art with the world, bringing hope to all who will listen.

Now go. Be better and remember.. Art is the weapon, against life as the system

[alex-not-vibing]

*hands over slushie and pack of gum*

(Slushie is potion- blue raspberry, cherry, mountain dew, coca cola, sour patch kids, blueberry lemonade, blood orange, pina colada, peach, and wild berries. The gum is pumpkin spice.)

(I actually did research.)

thanks man

1: ooc: an anon on alex's blog requested i made a clone. i thought "why not?" and entered the community of chaos (alex and his various mini hims)

2: idk im good at archery? im just a regular guy (ooc: he's ignoring the fact that he killed a bunch of people [no clones though])

3: yeah im a little evil i guess (as in, "killed multiple people and committed arson")

4: ooc: pretty fleshed out i think

5: ooc: uh he liked one of my posts and i saw the maverick in his pfp so i knew he was an omori fan so i checked out his blog and followed him. we then eventually became mutuals

6: it's fucking hilarious when unjust gets mad. (ooc: i can just imagine unjust saying "OH YOU GOT ME REAL FIRED UP 😡😡😡😡")

8: unjust. he's a fucking asshole. he's more of an enemy though

9: ooc: this

10: ooc: i created the blog for not before i made the personality for him (at first his character alignment was gonna be chaotic good lmao)

[hvndredzones]

MUSES

THE ZONES

The Vivarium - Zone 02

Fawn de Fleur — late-20s/early-30s. Older sister of Delilah. A partially self-taught botanist, raised beyond the borders of Battery City. She's interested in better understanding the desert post-wars, and looking into rejuvenating the land, if possible. Their parents were science-y types; their father a botanist, their mother maybe a chemist.

Delilah/Dahlia — mid to late-20s. Fawn's younger sister. She's much more into the pretty plants and caring for whatever her sister has brought in. A green thumb, loves to cultivate. The more social of the two, if only by way of being less lost-in-her-books.

The Diner - Zone 04

Fun Ghoul — age unknown. One of the famed "Fabulous Four," or more colloquially known as one of the desert princes. Public enemy number two of the City. A firecracker with a knack for working with explosives. A loudmouth and a flirt. He died once. He's got over it.

Electric Starlight - Zone 04

Bad Omens — mid 20s. Originally from the City Slums, Omens took the first out he could find, and subsequently took to Zone life like a fish to water. He's since made a name for himself as the proprietor of Electric Starlight, an EDM club in southwestern Zone 4. A chronic flirt with men on either side of the wall, though he's been most recently orbiting around one radio jockey Cherri Cola. By chance, he also happens to be one of Luna's most devout followers – something that got him killed, but also resurrected. (His staff include bartenders Blue and Double D, bouncer Neon Thunder, and DJ Scarlet, most of whom live at least semi-locally).

Alone - Zone 06

Midnight — age unknown (older than he appears). A relic of a time long since past. Once upon a time, he was among the City's first wave of exterminators, pulled from military criminal investigative services. Personal tragedy – and the discovery of just who perpetrated it – pushed him out to the Zones, burning through his old life and into something new and unknown. His past is unknown to all but a select few - those associated with his return to self following a relatively recent stint in ReEducation. He's spent his time in the Zones working largely as bouncer and bartender, first for a man named Raven, then for Bad Omens. Now, he flirts with work associated with what the Zones colloquially refers to as Reapers – hitmen for hire. The rest of his time, he aids in the re-mapping and researching efforts of the Zones as hobby-led by a few neutral types.

The Haven - Zone 07

@/havenofseven

Wild — early-mid 20s. Really a child of the Zones, even if she wasn't born there. Various crews kept an eye on her in a it-takes-a-village kind of way after she was left to find her own way at a tender age, but she's always gone where the wind took her. She earns her carbons running errands across the zones. In particular, she finds herself regularly in and out of neutral settlements as something of a go-between when they need to trade with proper Killjoys. She's just as likely (if not more so) to be found living out of her van with her mutt Beans as she is to be making use of the brightly painted space set aside for her at the Haven.

Arachnid — early-mid 30s. Unofficial second in command of the Haven. The older brother of Boo. A rough home life and mistreatment from the City's systems drove them out to the desert. He and Boo had an up-and-down journey together and separately. Arachnid left his brother in the care of an old crew of theirs for a time, settling into himself without the responsibilities and expectations he'd held himself to for so long. The Haven is home now, and the Haven's garden where you'll find him most often. He's happy to help where he's needed, but keeps mostly to himself unless specifically sought out or charged with heading things up.

Boo — mid 20s. Still going through a delayed rebellious phase and ignoring his personal baggage. Sort of a resident pain in the ass when he's not finding his way inward to the mindless, alcohol-soaked chaos of the Zones' party scene. Not particularly helpful; Arachnid tends to make up for it. (It's probably a point of contention, at least from Boo's end.) He's got a good eye for spotting the unsavory types, if you can get him to focus long enough to look.

background NPCs/semi-recurring characters:

Ash (neutral of the settlement Jasper; cartographer and information broker), Maverick (unaligned, possibly formerly connected to BL/I; something of an information broker), Jules (chaotically unaligned; some sort of connection to computer engineering and SecOps)

Helios and Solstice (a duo of zones performers; Solstice caters more to the EDM/rave scene, while Helios does large alt-pop/alt-rock concerts), El[liot] (radio jockey of L-E-N's, a semi-entertainment station geared toward sharing rumors of unexplained happenings and cryptids of the zones, intermixed with music and more serious reports from the zones)

Tommy Chow Mein, zone-known trader based out of a converted motel in eastern 3.

THE CITY

Center City

Apollo St. Peters — mid-30s. Model and poster boy for various Better Living ad campaigns. The son of a prominent photographer and a cosmetic developer, both of the City's upper echelons. When his twin brother disappeared (presumed to have run off to the desert), Apollo dove headfirst into drugs and alcohol, and over time, he was rebranded as something of a curated mess for the less prominent to obsess over. Tabloid fodder. He's since attempted to move to work more behind the camera, and has become more grounded since his twenties, but some images are hard to shake.

Doriano "Danny" Mantovani — early 30s. Transferred from Europe to Battery City only because of his connection to Nikolai. He's originally from Italy, but fled as it fell to instability and infighting. A homebody, though he works part-time at an affluent restaurant as a way of keeping himself busy.

Company Employees

Nikolai Volkov — early 30s. Exterminator. A transfer from one of BL/I's workforce expansion efforts, hailing from old Russia. He heads up City security, with a specific focus on maintaining the City's borders. He lives with his partner Danny, who he brought over with him as a stipulation of his transfer agreement.

to be elaborated on: Ben Weiss (Weather), Joseph Connors (Programming - Androids), Spencer Church (Specter), Nadya Volkova (PR), Luka Volkov (?), Pavel Volkov (?), Daniel Oswald (S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W/)

[grandmamarieslouisianakitchen]

Fizz Fun And Flavor: Have Yourself A Big Shot Soda Cajun Picnic Extravaganza

Ah, cher, let me tell you about a Louisiana favorite as bubbly as a lively zydeco tune – Big Shot Soda. This fizzy delight has tickled taste buds and captured hearts for generations in the heart of Cajun country and - I heard - Texas, Tennessee, northern Mississippi, Amazon (aff), and other online retailers (not aff) now too!

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Flavors As Fresh As Our Cajun Spirit

Big Shot soda is a Louisiana classic with flavors as vibrant as a Zydeco beat. You can find this fizzy delight in a variety of refreshing options. From the classic Cola and Cream Soda to the fruity Pineapple and Strawberry, each sip is like a taste of the Louisiana sunshine in every sip.

The full lineup includes:

Black Cherry

Blue Pineapple Punch

Cola

Crème Soda

Fruit Punch

Grape

Orange

Peach

Pineapple

Pineapple (Diet)

Pineapple Watermelon

Red Crème

Root Beer

Strawberry

The array of flavors reflects the diversity of our culture, providing a refreshing accompaniment to our flavorful cuisine. 

A Bit of History in Every Sip

Big Shot soda has been a staple in Louisiana since the 1930s, tracing its roots back to a time when creating the perfect soda was an art form.

Crafted with care, the soda has evolved over the years while maintaining the essence of its rich history. It's not just a drink; it's a nostalgic journey through the decades, a sweet reminder of simpler times and cherished traditions.

Importance to Our Culture

Big Shot soda is cherished in Louisiana because it's more than just a beverage; it symbolizes togetherness, celebration, and the joy of sharing good times.

Whether at family gatherings, festivals, fighting the post-weekend fuzzies, or lazy afternoons on the porch, Big Shot Soda is a companion to our stories, laughter, and moments of connection.

A Louisiana Tradition

In Louisiana households, Big Shot soda often finds its way into ice chests at crawfish boils, fishing trips, picnics, and festive gatherings. It's the fizz that adds sparkle to our celebrations, a sweet note in our family recipes, and a familiar presence in the hands of both young and old. 

So, my dear ones, the next time you hear that satisfying pop of a Big Shot soda, remember you're not just opening a can – you're opening a piece of Louisiana's history, a taste of our culture, and a refreshing sip of the Cajun joie de vivre. 

Cheers to Big Shot Soda and to the rich traditions that make our Louisiana home so unique!

Cajun Picnic Extravaganza

Now, cher, I can see the weight on your shoulders, the hustle and bustle of daily life pressing down. Let me tell you why a picnic, a simple yet profound act, might just be the balm your tired soul needs.

Reconnecting with Nature In the heart of a Louisiana picnic, you find a sanctuary away from the concrete and chaos. Surrounded by the beauty of nature, you can breathe in the fresh air, listen to the rustle of leaves, and let the warmth of the sun or the shade of a mighty oak rejuvenate your spirit.

Unplug and Unwind A picnic is a chance to unplug from the demands of screens and notifications, creating a moment where time slows down. Lay out that blanket, savor the flavors of a homemade Cajun feast, and give yourself the gift of being present in the moment.

Quality Time with Loved Ones Whether you have a family or pets or simply your own company, a picnic offers an opportunity to reconnect with those you hold dear. Share stories, laughter, and the simple joy of good food. It's a chance to build memories that will carry you through the hectic days.

Cajun Comfort in Every Bite A picnic with Cajun treats is more than just a meal; it's a taste of home, a reminder of the rich culinary heritage surrounding you. Cajun cuisine has a way of warming the heart and soothing the soul – an embrace in every bite.

Stress Relief in Nature's Embrace Surrounded by the sights and sounds of nature, you'll find stress slowly melting away. A picnic by the bayou or under the live oaks is an invitation to let go of worries, even if just for a little while.

Creating Moments of Joy Amid a busy life, it's easy to forget the simple joy of a leisurely afternoon. A picnic is a chance to reclaim that joy, to relish the beauty of a blue sky, the laughter of loved ones, and the delightful taste of a Cajun treat.

So, my dear one, take a moment for yourself. Pack a basket with Cajun delights, find a shady spot, and let the world slow down. A picnic is not just a break; it's a celebration of life's simple pleasures, a reminder that amidst the chaos, there is always time to savor the beauty around you.

Picture this:

You arrive at your chosen picnic spot and take a deep breath. Ah. Smell that delicious Louisiana air! You can feel the stress just melting away as you carefully remove your food from your basket.

Appetizer You start your picnic with the savory goodness of Boudin Balls. These Cajun delights, made from a flavorful mix of rice, pork, and spices, are a true crowd-pleaser. Pack them in a basket with a side of Creole mustard for that extra kick.

Main Course For the main course, you indulge in the iconic Shrimp Po' Boys. Crispy, golden-fried shrimp nestled in a fluffy French bread roll, dressed with lettuce, tomatoes, and a generous spread of remoulade sauce. Wrap them up individually for easy handling.

Side Dish Then you add a Cajun twist to a classic side with Cajun Potato Salad. Infused with the trinity of Cajun flavors – onions, bell peppers, and celery – it's a cool and creamy complement to the bold tastes of the main course.

Snack For a little munch between bites, bring along some Zapp’s potato chips, or some premade Spicy Cajun Popcorn. Coat freshly popped kernels with a mix of Cajun spices, creating a snack that's both fiery and addictive. 

Dessert Finally, you wrap up your Cajun feast with the sweet indulgence of Pecan Pralines. These sugary treats, loaded with pecans, offer a taste of Southern sweetness that'll leave everyone smiling. Of course, you could always go the nostalgic route and take along a Moon Pie!

Beverage And, of course, you wash it all down with the bubbly goodness of Big Shot soda. The flavors of Louisiana dance on your palate, and it's as if all your troubles popped away as each little bubble hit your tongue.

Sounds Amazing, Right?

All you have to do to make this little daydream your reality is pack your picnic basket, find a shady spot under the live oaks, and savor the Cajun feast!

Go ahead. Serve yourself a bit of love and a heaping sprinkle of that famous Cajun joie de vivre.

The Perfect Picnic Spots

When it comes to finding the perfect spot for a Cajun picnic, there's no shortage of picturesque places in our beloved Louisiana. Here are some delightful locations where you can spread a blanket, savor Cajun treats, and enjoy the beauty of our unique landscape - alligator-free, of course!

City Park, New Orleans The grand oaks, serene lagoons, and charming bridges of City Park create a magical setting for a Cajun picnic. Find a cozy spot near the water, and let the sounds of nature serenade your feast.

Fontainebleau State Park, Mandeville Nestled along the shores of Lake Pontchartrain, Fontainebleau State Park offers scenic beauty with its moss-draped oak trees and gentle breezes. It's an ideal setting to enjoy a picnic with a touch of Cajun flair.

Audubon Park, New Orleans Right in the city's heart, Audubon Park provides a lush escape with its expansive greenery. Pick a spot near the walking paths or under the shade of a magnolia tree, and relish your Cajun feast.

Bogue Chitto State Park, Franklinton For a bit of tranquility away from the city bustle, head to Bogue Chitto State Park. You can find quiet spots along the riverbanks surrounded by nature's symphony, perfect for a Cajun picnic.

Jungle Gardens, Avery Island Explore the serene beauty of Jungle Gardens on Avery Island. Its botanical wonders, tranquil ponds, and picturesque paths make it a delightful place to enjoy Cajun treats while surrounded by nature.

Grand Isle State Park, Grand Isle Grand Isle State Park offers sandy shores and ocean breezes if you fancy a beachside picnic. Set up your feast with a view of the Gulf, and let the waves be your background music.

Lake Martin, Breaux Bridge Known for its abundant wildlife and cypress-studded waters, Lake Martin near Breaux Bridge is a tranquil spot for a Cajun picnic. Find a cozy nook along the shoreline and enjoy the sights and flavors of Louisiana.

Remember, wherever you choose to unfold your picnic blanket, may it be filled with laughter, good company, and the unmistakable warmth of Cajun hospitality.

Until next time, cher!