#cowboy cookie mix

[calliehall]

Cowboy Cookie Mix in a Jar Cowboy cookies in a jar — layered for a beautiful mix that is great for gift-giving or bake sales.

[cinebulle]

Recipe for Cowboy Cookie Mix in a Jar Layered cowboy cookies in a jar make a lovely mix that's perfect for gift-giving or bake sales.

[camillafioravanziphotography]

Cowboy Cookie Mix in a Jar Recipe Layered cowboy cookies in a jar make a lovely mix that's perfect for gift-giving or bake sales. 1 teaspoon baking soda, 1 cup semisweet chocolate chips, 1 1/3 cups all-purpose flour, 1/2 cup chopped pecans, 1/2 cup white sugar, 1 1/3 cups rolled oats, 1/2 cup packed brown sugar, 1/4 teaspoon salt, 1 teaspoon baking powder

[d3stinyist1red]

out of everyone on yandere town, yan cowboy is definitely my favourite <3

YESSS IKR HES SO CUTESYY

yan cowboy who wants you to ride him badly

yan cowboy who first meets you when you stumble upon his farm, literally the cows were gonna jump ur ass until he popped up

"hey there, sweets! What'cha doin' around here?" He asks, looking at you with a tilted head as he pat the cow's head. "U-uh, sorry i just-" you got interrupted by the cowboy laughing at ya.

"ma, why do you seem so nervous? It's alright!" He said grinning down at you, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and introduces himself.

yan cowboy who is now ur buddy, talking to you every second of his fucking day like damn lil bro chill

yan cowboy who you began seeing everyday, coincidences piling up. No matter where you went, he was there, lingering just at the edge of your vision.

yan cowboy who wants you to ride with him and his horse everyday, holding onto your waist as he leads the horse on where to go, your back to his front, slowly rubbing himself against you.

yan cowboy who is a possessive and jealous freak. Any interaction you have with others, specifically other men, makes his jaw clench and his eyes narrow. He might not say anything at first, but you’ll notice how quiet he has gotten.

yan cowboy who confronts you about the man you were hanging out with earliar

"Hey darlin', what was that man tellin' you? Why were you talkin' to him? Do you think hes better than me? Sweets, im sorry. Darlin' lets talk about this, okay?"

"boy i literally just asked him wheres the nearest wingstop"

"why? are you hungry? Because I have some meat for you could eat-"

yan cowboy who makes you the center of his world, if you dont talk to him hes GONNA AND WILL have a bad day, grumpy and pissed off until you talk to him

yan cowboy who has a garden his mother owns, and always gives you flowers, your favorite ones

yan cowboy who literally every woman wants bc hes fine asf, strong, and BRO HES SWEET TOO LIKE HELLO??? but he only needs you. Whenever hes talking with another woman, he always drifts his eyes away from her to try to find you, not paying attention to whatever the woman was saying

yan cowboy who literallys gets so hard whenever he sees you bend down to get some strawberries you planted, already knowing he was gonna fist himself inside his car

yan cowboy who always gives you handwritten notes

"hello n/n! I might not be able to see you today because of my mother telling me ive been slacking off since ive been leaving early from farming. But darling, you know I can't stay away from you for so long! I need to see you! Anyway baby, I left you some cash, treat yourself, aight babes? - Your lovely cowboy <3"

yan cowboy who sees you growing some plants in the hot sun and immediatly panics, he runs over to you with an umbrella. A UMBRELLA BRO

"darlin'! Its so hot out here for you to be outside! Come inside, love!"

"bro ive only been outside for 3 minutes"

"3 minutes too long! Now cmon and rest! Ill do the work, lovely!"

yan cowboy who helps you when you barely started growing plants and stuff, guiding you with his hands ontop of yours, his chin on your shoulder.

yan cowboy who sees you carrying a heavy bale of hay, and immediately scolds you

You wipe the sweat from your brow as you lift the bale of hay, determined to carry your weight on the farm. Your cowboy always helps you with everything like bro i could be independent too hoe. You’ve seen him do this like a thousand times, and you’re confident you can handle it too bc ur a bad bitch period

But before you can take more than a few steps, a shadow falls over you, and you feel a firm hand on your arm. You glance up, and lowkey you were scared it was gonna be schoolboy69 lowkey but nah their infront of you was your cowboy, eyes narrowed in a mix of worry and frustration. He was practically glaring at you, mad that you picked up something without his help, even if you picked up something as heavy as a bag of cookies he would be mad and see red like alpha dawg sigma 4000

“What do you think you’re doin’, darlin’?” His voice is low, but you still heard the irritation in his voice.

“I’m just helping out,” you say, trying to brush it off as no big deal. “It’s just a bale of hay, I'll can handle it.” You said shrugging, about to walk past him until you felt the heavy hay get off your shoulders in a quick manner.

that lil bitch took the hay and walked away but not before blowing u a kiss and saying "i love u n/n, get ready for tonight bc imma need u to blow my back OUT-"

yan cowboy who always is complimenting you, doesnt even matter if your in ur christmas pjs from 2016 he will say "id lowkey eat you out in that"

yan cowboy who is ur obsessed boy who luvs you more than he should<3

yan cowboy who is ur such cowboy who couldnt be more lucky to have you with him! <333

GUYS IM BACK FROM THE DEAD BITCHESSS

GUYS YALL COULD SEND REQUESTS BUT ITS GONNA TAKE A LITTLE BIT BC IM STILL WORKING ON OTHER DRAFTS LIKE THESE

GUYS WHO HAS YAN WINDERBREAKER MANHWA BOOKS PLS I NEED JAY JO AND OWEN

[bolbianddolanhouse]

Interrupting my usual shit post reblogging and Fan Fiction writing with this cookie update™️. Every year for Christmas, I make two different cookies for my big ass ethnic [read: traditionalist Mexican] family. The sesame in this recipe reminds me of sesame candy that my dad loves so much for sentimental reasons.

If it’s a hit, I’m adding this to the rotation of baked goods. I’ll be posting updates as we go into NOCHE BUENA *air horns for Mother Mary and baby Jesus*

[shotmrmiller]

pretend boyfriend but it's in a time where roads are nothing more than muddy tracks, making travel slow and cumbersome. the town's buildings are a mix of weathered wood and crumbling brick, faded paint peeling off their facades. wanted posters, yellow and tattered, are plastered on every available surface, faces of outlaws and fugitives who roam the countryside depicted in greyish ink.

the townsfolk go about their lives with a wary eye, and you go about yours with a sharp one, in search of opportunity: a cowboy too drunk off his wits to know his right from his left. the humble borough of blackthorn doesn't need any more working girls, no more ladies with hair down to their corseted waists beautifying the arms of both bounty hunters and farm hands alike.

that's fine, you reckon. you've always had a knack for survival. your deft fingers have made a living out of slipping into pockets and relieving men of their hard earned coin pouches when they lose themselves in drink and laughter. its not an easier life than that of the ladies in the saloon but it's yours, and you've learned to navigate it with equal cunning and charm.

but as people say, anything that can go wrong, will and tonight nothing seems to go right for you. just as you'd been slipping the stolen bills from your latest mark in between the swell of your breasts, he stirs from his drunken sleep, bedsheet tangled in his spurs as he struggles to rise onto unsteady feet. his movements are sluggish, muddy brown eyes blinking against the dim light of the quaint room.

you don't wait for him to ask any inane questions, you know when you've been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. you run out the door on bare feet, fisting the rough fabric of your dress to lift it above your ankles as you barrel down the stairs.

your shoulders ache from bumping into patrons as you try to quickly weave your way toward the door, your breath coming in ragged, panicked gasps. the saloon is a blur or faces and noise, the jaunty tune coming from the piano as fast paced as the galloping of your heart.

just as you reach the swinging doors, you glance outside through the dusty window panes and see someone right across the street in the patio of the drugstore.

the star on his chest gleaming even in the flickering light of the shop is distinctive. your heart sinks like a stone dropped into a well, the weight of the situation leaden over your puffed shoulders.

but you haven't made it this far while skirting around law and order without a sharp mind. your thoughts swirl in your mind as you run through options. a horse loosely tied to the hitching post out front, sleeping roll behind the saddle. you could take it but risk getting roped off by someone. slipping out the windows would draw too much attention. using the back door near the kitchen would have the owner on your arse.

shit. shit-

then you spot him. sitting alone at a table is a hulking, beast of a man. (his broad shoulders and burly frame makes him resemble more mountain than man tbh.) a small shot glass rests on the scratched surface before him, the only delicate item in his vicinity. the wide-brimmed hat he wears casts a shadow over his face but the glint in his eyes is unmistakable. maybe that's why even the other patrons have given him a wide berth. (the knotted scar that runs from the corner of his cheek pulling his lips into a permanent, twisted sneer makes the hair on the nape of your neck stand on end.)

desperation fuels your next move.

your hand trembles when you place it on the the exposed skin of his forearm that's covered in a fine layer of grime, as does your voice when you speak.

"hey-" you don't get to finish your sentence, feeling the words crumble into ash on your tongue when you realize you're out of time. the drunken idiot from upstairs is storming straight towards you, his nostrils flared, white etched on his knuckles. panic surges through you and so you move.

coming to stand behind the seated stranger, your arms cradle his large head, clammy palms flat on the sweat stained fabric of his union shirt. his body tenses under your touch, muscles cooling like a spring, but you muster all the bravado you can.

"if ya got a problem with me," your voice is steady despite the fear that's settled at the base of your spine, "take it up with my husband."

the drunk comes to an abrupt halt, his anger momentarily replaced by confusion, uncertainty, as he glances between you and the human(?) shield you're clinging to.

the room has fallen silent, all eyes on the unfolding drama. they watch with bated breaths, even the bartender had paused mid-polish, his hand frozen on the glass.

the man wavers, his resolve crumbling like freshly tilled dirt before you. but the final nail in the coffin is when your 'husband' grabs onto your arm and leads you to sit onto his lap, both your legs fitting on top of his one, feeling the tarnished buckle of his leather belt even through the couple of layers of your dress on your arsecheek, his arm cinching tightly around your waist.

his skin feels rough, scarred, yet warm, beneath your hand. (embarrassing that this surprises you.)

you can feel his voice vibrate from his chest and sink into your bones when he aids you in this mess you've created. "ya 'eard m'wife. piss off 'fore i make you."

his mouth twists into an ugly line but concedes defeat, telling your 'husband' to "keep his wh-wife on a tighter leash unless she's keen on ending up on a missing poster alongside the wanted ones."

when you turn in his lap to look outside the window, watching the drunk unsteadily get on his horse and leave, you give the man you're on a muted thanks and move to get up only-

the arm around your waist feels more like an iron band. you're can't get up. you can't leave. your feet don't even touch the wooden floorboards of the saloon. you turn your wide eyes toward him, lips parted in surprise.

he doesn't seem as surprised as you.

"wha'? thought you could jus' up and go 'bout your way?"

you open your mouth wider, to scream maybe, you aren't sure but he cuts you off with a sharp suck of his teeth.

"make trouble and there will be trouble. i'll drag your pretty arse to the sheriffs office by the hair."

the realization of what he is keeps you utterly frozen in place, any fight you'd had bleeding out of you.

a bloody bounty hunter. no wonder everyone had kept their distance.

"i'm gonna be finishin' this bottle and you'll be a good wife and draw me a bath in our hotel room."

(he plucks the dirty money from where you'd kept it and tosses it on the bar top, carrying you straight to where he'd hitched his horse and plops you in front, your back to his barrel of a chest. "youll bathe with me, gotta have you clean for our consummation.")

[justivik]

DISCO.

jeremy (arthur conti) x fem! reader.

author's note and warnings: i decided that jeremy in this fanfic ( maybe in the future fanfics i will make) will not be a ghost!!! PLEASE if u like this and want more pls repost and support <3

“Cause there's nothing like it not like the way you move”

It was a Thursday night, and the autumn chill seemed to have no end. The orange, green and purple lights of the neighborhood flickered, casting an intermittent glow on the worn sidewalk. You were riding your worn bike to your boyfriend's house, wearing a sweater to keep warm so you wouldn't get sick on it. You stopped in front of the white door and settled into your costume and your fist let play a tune you were familiar with.

“hey”

His gaze seemed to slowly drift down your body, examining the clothes you were wearing.

The boy with the brown curls said. Your boyfriend, Jeremy.

“You look…amazing”

You felt your cheeks burn from his flattery. He could still make you feel nervous with his words or looks.

“And you look handsome in your cowboy costume, jey”

You walked into the house and could feel the ambiance of the familiar place. It seemed as if time had stopped inside those walls, and the atmosphere, with the mix of yellow light and the smell of candles, had an air of tranquility, almost as if you were inside a pumpkin cinnamon cookie. Jeremy took your hand and they climbed up the stairs to his room filled with posters, halloween decorations and indie music playing in the background.

Halloween was in both of your plans as a date where you two would eat candy until y'all burst and possibly watch movie marathons.

Between the laughter, unfinished words because of the candy being shoved into both of your mouths and the sound of UNO's cards being exchanged, a moving and happy melody began to play for the whole ambiance but you both loved that kind of songs

“Oh! I love this song. Come on, let's dance.”

The brown guy grabbed your palm and started singing while you laughed nervously for not knowing what to do.

“Take a picture before this song is over, love”

You quickly went for your polaroid camera and came back to continue watching Jeremy wiggle like a happy worm. You called out to him and he grabbed his last piece of candy to pose for the picture, the flash attacked both of your faces but a smile was on your face.

“We look amazing, jey!”

i know its september but i loved beetlejuice beetlejuice and jeremy sooooooooo 😁

[danjaley]

Links to Simsxolove's Hair and Accessories

(EA Hair Age Conversions, BGC Hair, Accessory hats, some Clothing. Not covered are Sims and Wall-Art.)

This creator is no longer active for Sims 3 and their cc-posts have been deleted. This is a directory to their downloads. There are no previews in this post (it's long enough as it is). There are previews included in the downloads though, and it's mostly EA meshes.

This directory will most likely get updated in the future.

The links called "Dropbox" and "Mega" lead to the original creator's uploads.

Some files are backuped in this SFS folder (by @parystrange), these are named "SFS Pary". Links to my own backup folder are named "SFS Danjaley". This one only has files I couldn't find elsewhere. If any of the links get broken in the future, let me know, so I can provide a backup.

*Polygon warning: A user alerted me to high polygon counts on the following hairs: All IP BGC Hairs; CF MSS RoSweet; CF Store Fun Flower. These may have happened by merging morphstates. In general, the meshes are EAxis and therefore within the game's recommended dimensions. For alternatives, see here.

Abbreviations: A: Adult, C: Child, P: Toddler, F: Female, M: Male, U: Unisex. WA: World Adventures, UNI: University Life, SHT: Showtime, MSS: Mastersuite Stuff; BGC: Basegame Compatible

Original Dropbox Parent Folders

Hair, Clothes, Accessories (The folders Lots, Houses, Poses and Posters have been deleted)

Individual Sets

Basegame Compatible Hair and unaltered Store Content

(As far as could be found:)

Generations: Mega

University Life: Dropbox

Late Night Female Hair: Mega

Late Night Male Hair: Mega

Seasons Female Hair: Mega

Master Suite Stuff: Dropbox

Surf's Up Sun and Fun (Store Set): Dropbox

High End Loft Female Hair: Mega

Katy Perry Female Hair: Mega

Decades Female Hair: Mega

Movie Stuff Hair: SimFileshare

Island Paradise*: Dropbox

Island Paradise Part 2*: Dropbox

(Warning: All IP hairs have five-fold polygon counts due to an error in the conversion process.)

EA Hats converted Hair-to-Accessory

"Smoke 'N Mirrors": AU: Side-Cap, Knitted Basegame Beanie / AU+CU: Cat, Back-Cap): Dropbox

Knitted Hipster Beanie: Dropbox

Pompom [Toddler] Hat for AU: Dropbox

"Updated Hats + 2 Bonuses": Aviator (All Ages), Panda (All Ages); AF: Hippie Flower Headband, Bouffant Bun Headband, Mastersuite Bow: Dropbox

"Dehairified Hats for Kids": [Link broken and I couldn't identify the content]

"Hanky Panky" Accessory Hats. AU: Cowboy Hat, Military Cap, French Beret: Dropbox

Beanie by Nouk: Box

"Hats 8)" AU Baker Cap, Top Hat, Diesel Baseball Cap: Dropbox

"Misc. Hats": AU: Super Skunk Hat, Baker Cap, Baseball Cap, Diesel Cap, Top Hat AF: Mysterium Hat AF+CF: Side Bow; AU+CU: University Beanie. Dropbox

"Misc" [Backup of the last two Hat-Sets mixed together because I couldn't find the links first]: SFS Danjaley

Hair Edit Adult

Katy Perry Cookie Hair Edit (AF): Dropbox (See also here)

EA Hair Conversions Adult to Child and Toddler

Toddler+Child Conversions (Store Hairs. CF: Side Ponytail Chic, Pop Star Hairstyle, CM: The Roaring 20s, Knitted Beanie; PF: Side Ponytail Chic, Killer Curls; PM: The Roaring 20s): Dropbox

"4 Conversions" Store Hairs. CF: Pompom Hat (Panda), The Blake, Pert Pixie, The Alana: Dropbox

"That Boy"/ More Conversions. Hair AM to CM. Store: Duck's Tail, Little Louie, The Duude, AMB: Romantic, SHT: Blown Back Gel; UNI Beanie Loose: Dropbox

"4 More Hair Conversions" Hair AF to CF. SHT: Performer, UNI: Braid Band, Side Pony; MSS: RoBow. Dropbox

"Easy Peasy" Store Hair AF to CF: Bewitching Bun, Killer curls, Wilderness Braid: Dropbox

"Cheeky Monkey" Store Hair Conversions Pt. 2: Store Hair AF to CF: Over Shoulder Braid, Side Swept, Sitcom Style, Valley Girl. Dropbox

"Little Miss" / Store Conversions Pt. 1: Store Hair AF to CF: Braided Band, Hello Angel, Derby Delight, Modern Braids, Bountiful Beret, Dolly Darling, Bound Up Bows: Dropbox | Derby Delight Hat fixed (enabled all 4 channels): SFS Danjaley

"Random EP Hair Conversions Pt. 2". AM to CM. SN: Long Wavy, UNI: Fly Bangs. Dropbox

"Random EP Hair Conversions". AF to CF. SN: Bob Bangs, Princess Hair, Elegance, UNI: Braided Bun, Cheer Short; SHT: Ponytail Emo. Dropbox

"Pastel Crayons": AF to CF. Store: Brassy Lassy Bob, Can't Stop Cool Hat, Fortune Teller, High Bun; IP: Waterfall; MSS: RoSweet*; Basegame: Low Ponytails. SFS Pary |

"Snow Angels": AM to CM and PM IP: Wetmess; Store: Finsout, Loose Curl, Practical Curls (PM). SFS Pary

"Petite Princesse": Store, AF to CF: Dramatic Ponytail, Almost There Hair; CF to PF: Hello Angel, Braids and Roses: SFS Pary

"Snowfall": AF to CF Store: Funflower*, Wavy Bob. SFS Pary

"Toddler Conversions EA Textures": AF and CU to PF/PU Store: Pompom Hat Bear, Wavy Bangs, Wild Bed Head. SFS Pary

Clothing

"Polyamorous": Four edited Diesel Stuff Jeans: Dropbox

Hellokittysailormoon Leggings: SFS Pary

Adventuretime Leggings: SFS Pary

[usnatarchives]

A Culinary Journey Through Presidential History 🥪🍰🍽

Delving into the culinary history of the White House is a fascinating exploration of taste and tradition. This article embarks on a delicious journey through time, highlighting five remarkable recipes from the kitchens of past U.S. Presidents and First Ladies. These recipes not only offer a taste of history but also reflect the diverse palates and influences that have graced the Presidential table.

Bess Truman's Bing Cherry Mold

Bess Truman, known for her skill and style in the kitchen, contributed a variety of recipes that satisfied many. Among these, the Bing Cherry Mold stands out. This dessert, a perfect blend of sweetness and texture, reflects the simplicity and elegance of the Truman era. Truman had specific dietary preferences, famously disliking onions, and maintaining a healthy diet, but this dessert was a family favorite, indicating a balance between health and indulgence.

Rosalynn Carter's Plains Cheese Ring

Rosalynn Carter's Plains Cheese Ring is a savory delight that hails from the Southern culinary tradition. This cheese appetizer, named after the Carter's hometown in Georgia, is a testament to Rosalynn's commitment to bringing a touch of home to the White House. Its rich, creamy texture paired with the tang of sharp cheddar and the sweetness of strawberry preserves, offers a unique and memorable flavor experience.

Laura Bush's Cowboy Cookies

First Lady Laura Bush’s Cowboy Cookies are a testament to her Texas roots. These chunky, flavorful cookies, packed with oats, nuts, coconut, and chocolate chips, offer a hearty taste of the American Southwest. They were notably a part of her husband's Presidential campaign, symbolizing warmth and hospitality.

Dwight D. Eisenhower's Apple Pie

President Eisenhower was not only a leader but also an enthusiastic cook, particularly known for his apple pie. His version of this classic American dessert is said to be a delightful mix of sweetness and spice encased in a perfectly flaky crust. This pie represents Eisenhower's love for simple, home-cooked meals, a contrast to his high-profile public life.

Gerald Ford's Red Flannel Hash

Gerald Ford's Red Flannel Hash is a colorful, comforting dish that combines cooked beets, potatoes, and corned beef. This dish, with its vibrant red hue and hearty ingredients, is a nod to Ford's Midwestern roots and a symbol of the simple, wholesome American fare.

www.fordlibrarymuseum.gov/library/document/0126/1489765.pdf

Exploring these recipes is not just about the flavors and ingredients; it's a journey through the different eras of American history, each dish telling a story of the time and the people in the White House. From the elegance of Bess Truman's desserts to the rustic charm of Laura Bush's Cowboy Cookies, these recipes offer a delectable glimpse into the nation's past, one plate at a time.

Read more:

[neverniko101]

Trying to convince my brain that I cannot make another ask blog (it is not working help)

Anyway, a swapverse! Phastasmverse? Is that too hard to spell?

Uh

Yeah, I might be making another ask blog, probably on an actually different blog this time

I’ll probably alternate between working on this and Horror Dreamtale between STP

Rambling about precious children ⬇️

Amber (Dream by Joku):

- Tall bee man

- Smug asshole

- Got rich off selling his brother’s inventions

- Runs a fancy multiverse-wide Casino/Bar/Restaurant

Pollen (Dust by Ask Dusttale):

- Sweet little guy

- I say “little”, but he’s actually pretty tall

- Botanist obsessed with flowers

- has never killed anyone

- ever

- especially not by poisoning them with flowers

- Terrified of bears, even teddy bears

Cyan (Nightmare by Joku):

- Acts scary but is really a goofy little guy

- Mad scientist/engineer

- Uses inventions to run mazes, haunted house etc. to get negative emotions

- Lives in a giant (very, very heavily trapped and guarded) castle by himself

- Mechanical tentacles/arms, Doc Ock style

Epoxy (Ink by Comyet):

- Acts like a goofy little guy but is really scary

- >:3

- Likes to climb Amber and sit on his shoulder

- definitely not some kind of horror that traps people in resin cocoons and drains their life force

Razor (Cross by Jakei):

- After his AU was destroyed, he ripped a hole into the anti void, corrupting him and destroying the remains of Xtale

- Hunts ‘bugs’ in AUs, sometimes destroying entire universes to ensure the bug doesn’t spread

- Memory issues, doesn’t remember most of Xtale

- lonely someone befriend this man

Stitch (Error by Loverofpiggies):

- Runs around AUs taking parts of them to sew into the broken parts of his own AU, Cross-style

- Often accidentally causes bugs in AUs he visits, corrupting/destroying them himself or causing Razor to destroy them

- On the run from Razor

- Can animate his puppets to do little chores

- Fights with a giant sewing needle as a weapon

- Also needs friends

Mist (Fell by Vic):

- Probably the chillest guy here

- It’s his job to make sure that everyone gets enough sleep

- Will be disappointed in you if you don’t go to bed on time

- Has several pet bunnies

Comet (Outer by 2mi127):

- Angry little guy

- One of two employees at the Multiversal Transportation and Postal services

- Runs exclusively on coffee and baked goods provided by Cookie (the only person he can tolerate)

- Can take you basically anywhere, but you’d have to convince him to do so, which is difficult even for Cookie

- Catches on fire when too angry

Azoic (Fresh by Loverofpiggies):

- Mercenary

- Unnaturally good at making improvised weapons

- Is a cowboy? Don’t know where that came from

- Has a horse named Penelope

- Trying to earn money

Toxin (Killer by Rafbawas):

- He seems fun

- Perfectly mentally stable

- Eats the fabric of the multiverse

- Turns people into mindless rainbow zombies

Marrow (Horror by Sourapplestudios):

- Bounty Hunter

- Able to switch out his body parts with other monsters and humans

- Pretty chill all things considered

Crypt (Reaper by Renrink):

- Uh

- what

- what is that

- just some guy that Palid decided to adopt?

Palid (Geno by Loverofpiggies):

- His name is a mix of Pallid (being pale or dull, like a dead person or ghost) and Paladin (a hero)

- Kind of adopted Papyrus’ personality after his death

- Precious little guy

- Finds Crypt in an ally and is like “yup I’m keeping him”

- Fights with a morning star

Ghost (Blue by Popcorn prince):

- Sad boy

- Able to manipulate water, especially his tears

- Has started following Razor around for no apparent reason

Cookie (Lust by NSFWShamecave):

- Again, just a genuinely nice person

- Runs a bakery!

- Obsesses over people easily

- Can and will give you a hug

Sweettooth/Ttoo (Ccino by Black-Nyanko):

- So high energy (as a result of experiments, probably) that they need to almost constantly be eating high-energy food, typically sugar

- Trying to find a cure along with their best friend, Cookie

- When low on energy, will start to melt and attack any nearby source of energy, including souls

help

[forkfulofflavor]

Cowboy Cookie Delight These Cowboy Cookie Delights are a perfect blend of sweet and savory, featuring rich chocolate, chewy oats, and a hint of coconut. Ideal for any occasion, they are sure to satisfy your sweet tooth! Ingredients: 1 3/4 cups all-purpose, unbleached flour (roughly 248g) 1 teaspoon baking soda 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon 3/4 teaspoon salt 1 cup unsalted butter (softened, approximately 226g) 1 cup light brown sugar (packed firmly, 200g) 1/2 cup granulated sugar (roughly 100g) 2 large eggs 2 teaspoons vanilla extract 2 cups semi-sweet chocolate chips (about 340g) 2 cups rolled oats (quick oats aren’t recommended, approximately 184g) 1 1/2 cups sweetened shredded coconut (moist and rich, 140g) 1 1/4 cups toasted and chopped pecans (toast by baking on a sheet at 350°F for 6-10 minutes) Instructions: Start by combining the flour, baking soda, cinnamon, and salt in a mixing bowl. The delightful aroma of cinnamon will enhance your cookie experience. In a mixer bowl with a paddle attachment, cream together the softened butter, brown sugar, and granulated sugar until you achieve a smooth and sweet mixture. Add the eggs one at a time to the mixture, followed by the vanilla extract. Remember to scrape down the sides and bottom of the bowl for an even blend. Gradually incorporate your dry ingredient mixture into the butter mixture, stirring until just combined. Now for the fun part! Gently fold in 1 1/2 cups of chocolate chips, oats, shredded coconut, and toasted pecans until everything is well integrated. Cover the dough and refrigerate it for about an hour to help it firm up. Preheat your oven to 350°F during the last 15 minutes of chilling. Once the dough is ready, scoop approximately 3 tablespoons for each cookie, shape them into balls, and place some of the remaining chocolate chips on top for an added burst of chocolate. Place 12 dough balls on a parchment-lined baking sheet, ensuring they are spaced about 2 inches apart. Chill any remaining dough in the fridge. Gently flatten each dough ball and bake until the edges appear set and the bottoms are lightly golden, typically around 13-16 minutes. Don't worry if they seem a bit soft in the center; they will firm up as they cool. Let the cookies rest on the baking sheet for a few minutes before transferring them to a wire rack. Continue baking the remaining dough.

[odetodilfs]

Ride me, cowboy

Just some sub bottom whisky cause dominating dominant men is hot.

Pairing: top m!reader x bottom Agent whisky Content: Pet names, teasing, slight role-play and breeding Also people wanted to be tagged: @sangyeonara @littlelizardbish

Just another afternoon with your boyfriend Jack, when he wasn’t busy he would always be at home, normally bring you a little gift every time he came back, this time he brought you cookies, the ones he knew you loved, and now here he was, in your arms, as you played with his hair and kissed him, “Mmm- right there-�� he said, as you stroked a spot he liked on his head, but when he said that, your mind thought about something else… 

Jack had a lot of ass, and ever since the start of your relationship he was always the one on top in the bedroom, but lately you got these thoughts about fucking him, having him be the one screaming in pleasure or to go harder. You tried to distract yourself from these thoughts by looking at Jack’s face, with his mustache and how happy he looked, eyes closed, wide smile across his face as he laid his head on your hand as you caressed his hair, basking in the feeling like a dog.

“You know you can stroke something else right?” he winked as he said that, “Oh- Jack- if you want to?” you almost let it out…

“Hmm, you want something else don’t you?” he said, with that smirk that managed to get anything out of you, “Yes…” you said, your cheeks growing red as you admitted, “What is it, sugar?” he said, 

“I… I wanna fuck you, like fuck your ass” you said, amazed at the words coming out of your mouth, he laid there, still in your arms, smirking but thoughtful, 

“I don’t see why I couldn’t..” he said “Really?” you interrupted him, you were so excited, “Yeah,” he laughed at your inability to contain your excitement, “I mean, I ride horses normally, but I’d love it if it was your cock too” he said, a horny grin appearing across his face, as his position went to between your legs, taking off your pants and admiring your cock as it stood, “Fuck, sugar, you’re so hard for me…” he said, he knew how much you loved it when he called you “sugar”.

“Suck it,” you said, you didn’t know why, but the way he was with your cock close to his mouth, in such a submissive position, and the fact that he had such high ego, that “everyone is in love with me” attitude and being so dominant that dominating and being superior to the man made you feel so turned on. He finally put his lips to your dick and holy fuck did it feel good… he was an absolute expert at sucking, his tongue swirling expertly on your tip, then taking you down his throat, his throat and mouth were so warm and on top of that, he kept jerking your cock.

After 5 minutes of him slobbering all over your cock, with a stream of a mix of your precum and his spit down his chin, it was clear you both wanted to get onto the actual action, but Jack was dead set on pleasing you, so he wouldn’t stop unless you told him to, “J-Jack- I wanna- fuck you now-” you managed to moan as his tongue once again made you shiver as he licked your tip and slid his mouth off of your cock, “You want to baby?” he asked, checking to make sure, “yeah” you smiled, he reached for the lube and the nightstand and smeared it on your cock, standing proudly, ready to be inside him, “Wait” you held him as he was about to get on your cock, “wear your hat, how are you gonna be a cowboy and not wear your hat?” you teased, grabbing his hat and handing it to him, he put it on, “Like this?” he asked, “Hell yeah” you smirked.

“It’s the first time I’ve bottomed in my life” he confessed, eyes darting away from you to save the embarrassment, “hey, it’s okay, I’ll be gentle” you reassured him, “Can I ride you?” he asked, “Yeah, get on here, cowboy” both of you laughing as you said this, he started putting your cock inside him, you could tell it was his first time bottoming because goddamn was he tight, his walls coated your cock, fitting you like a glove, “Oh fuck- oh fuck-” he whimpered as he slid your dick deeper inside him

“Shhh- shh baby, you’re taking me so well, so well” you praised him, until finally, your whole cock was inside him, “Ride it cowboy” you ordered him, as you watched him jump up and down on your cock, the confident, dominant man you knew had disappeared, he had turned into a moaning, sweaty mess barely able to mutter a coherent sentence, “baby- please- please” he begged without knowing what he wanted. As he rode you and chased his orgasm his hat slowly started slipping off, as he kept trying to tell you to put it back on but the pleasure he felt was so intense he couldn’t even speak.

“How are you, baby? Like riding that dick?” you asked teasingly, 

“Y-yes I- am!! “ he moaned loudly as your cock hit his prostate over and over again, you lifted your back from the bed and wrapped your arms around him as he rode you, you licked at his chest, tasting the salty sweat that was due to your cock in his ass, he kept riding you, he couldn’t get enough and the way he was furiously humping your cock chasing his orgasm just looked so hot, by now, his hat was on the floor, “Oh fuck- it feels so good-” he whimpered, goddamn this man was gonna make you cum hard, you wanted to claim him, make him yours, and yours only.

“Fuck, keep riding that dick baby, be a good little whore for me and ride that dick” you whispered seductively in his ear, that was enough for him, and he whimpered as he came between your bodies, his walls fluterring around your dick and tightening more than ever as his dick  squirted cum like no tomorrow, the pleasure so intense tears were rolling down his face, this sight pushed you off the edge, followed by a loud moan from you as you unleashed your load inside Jack, coating his walls in you, making him belong to you. You could see your cum leaking from his ass and the way his asshole gaped trying to close from the assault you had just given to it.

“Fuck… that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had” he said, panting and still recovering from the intensity, “Was it good baby” you asked, obviously knowing it was, “It wasn’t” he said, you looked at him puzzled, “It was amazing,sugar” he said as he kissed you and brought you into his arms, “No- darling I wanna hold you” you whined, “Sure, hold me then” he said as he positioned himself in your arms, starting to doze off, “You wrecked my hole by the way” he said, chuckling,

“Yeah, I saw, we’ll take care of that tomorrow, okay?” you looked down at him, “Whatever you wish, sugar” he said as you both dozed off, absolutely spent.

[rvstyartstar]

⁠✷Lucky luke hcs !!

•is a polyglot thanks for his nonstop traveling.

•got into the lawmen business in his early 20s

•has a incredible long-term memory but will lose track easily (same).

•a really good whistler, can whistle literally anything.

•is acesexual (and I'll Die with this hc!!) and doesn't really have gender preferences.

•he's oblivious to any and all romantic interests someone may show to him, even in childhood didn't have any real crushes.

•gives compliments sometimes in a way that sounds like flirting and will leave you with mixed ideas, like if someone spotted something/someone he's looking for,he'd later say:

" god had made very pretty eye on you"

And mean it as a "you have good eyesight"

•is touch starved but he doesn't know for the life of him how to ask for a hug from another person.

•if he ever met a fan of his he'd be like if received a complement he'd "aww thank youu ,if you work hard you'll be a legend you slef" and probably just leave after cause he's just awkward like that.

•its kinda growing on me him being mixed (native American-white) bc of the 2009 movie.

•this ones silly but i like to imagine him and jolly helping eachother to sleep (sing, tell stories to eachother ect..)

•doesn't see a person as "good" or "evil" everyone has both of them balanced to him including himself.

•im sorry y'all but he would SMELL

"bu-but he showers"ONCE EVERY TEN ISSUES.

but maybe his scent(in days where the sun don't boil) is a mix of daisies, gunpowder and lemonade idk.

•his relationship with the Daltons is basically "cant let society know i fw them" lol he won't admit he enjoys their company and neither would they.

•is a victim to calamity Jane's playful punching while telling a joke.

•ever since he has been going back and forth with the Daltons they have grown onto him bc they unlike most the outlaws he met don't seem scared of him (or anything for the matter)

•when the way to the prison took to it actually surprised him that they (expect joe) opened a conversation with him when he was still in his early days as a lawman.

•he's still in touch with Martha (do NOT @ me) would visit and chat with her if he's close by the town, they eat cookies and gossip.

•if your actually ACTUALLY close to him you'll be receiving telegram from every once and then.

Well that's if y'all got some headcanons of this cowboy GIVE IT TO ME!!

[iheartyvesss]

save a horse | j. miller preview

and all the ladies say,

“save a horse, ride a cowboy!”

cowboy!joel x black coded!southern!reader (anybody can still read, only hairstyles are specified)

warnings: js sweet ole girl dad joel, small bits of flirting, tommy’s a flirt and joel doesn’t like it, and joel is a lil awkward but we love him!!!

wc? 1.5k (this a preview y’all!)

if any lingo is wrong you’re fuckin lying because i’m a texan born and bred RAGHHHH 🦅🇺🇸

moving to austin from dallas with your dead best friend’s daughter wasn’t on your 2002 bingo card. ellie was precious to you for a number of reasons, her fiery attitude and brown eyes that reminded you of your best friend. it all hurt you, but this little girl came first. her safety came first.

“ellie! babe, c’mon now, you gotta at least unpack your room.” the teen looked up at you over the book that was barely propped up on her chest. ellie scrunched her face at you, “i am aunty, just give me a second. the house isn’t goin’ anywhere, i’ll be just fine.” you sighed heavily, leaning on the archway of her door. ellie’s been pretty normal, but you don’t think it’s normal for her to be normal.

she’s lost her mother, you cried for days after losing yours. you remember that feeling of emptiness; not being able to believe the woman who gave birth to you was gone. you purse your lips instead, sighing in a more gentle manner before moving closer to ellie. “c’mon, up! let’s go. we’re baking and meeting our neighbors.” ellie groaned but let you take her hands, whining when you pulled her all the way up out of the bed.

“promise not to run from me and i’ll make you the red velvet brownies you like.” you squished her cheeks in your hands while grinning from ear to ear. you knew your niece couldn’t resist them, even if she was mad at you for making her assist. ellie whined in your grip, squirming around to get your hands away from her cheeks. “fine! fine! oh my god those stupid nails hurt, aunty. jesus fuck.”

her response is a hit to the back of her head, “ow.” you snort as you make your way out of the room, tying your soft locs up into a ponytail. “then watch your mouth, sugar. hurry on downstairs when you’re done. i already started the oven.” did you lie about beginning to bake to get ellie to come out of the hole that was her bare room? yes. and you are very proud that it worked.

you’re barely tying your apron back around your waist when ellie’s loud stomps come down the stairs of your new house. she fakes a frown before smiling at the aroma of chocolate and strawberries, hints of vanilla stretching across the entire first floor. you pretend not to see the scene that unfolded in front of you, instead turning to your buttercream frosting that you were mixing. “ellie baby, can you get the pie shells out for me? poke holes in the bottom with the fork then sit them in the oven for a bit. you know the drill, sweet pea.” she hums in response, yanking her little apron off of it’s hook and tying it around her body.

ellie’s practically sliding around the kitchen in her black and red polka dot socks, having the time of her life racing no one in the space of the kitchen. you laugh at her antics, gesturing for her to come over to you, “come ‘nd taste the frosting, let me know if it’s too sweet or no.” she practically scrambles to you, taking the spoon from your hand. “umm, ‘s alright. it needs more vanilla and a little more powdered sugar.”

“ugh, my little baking champion thank you so much!” you kiss the side of her head and get back to work, letting her get back to her own job that you’d provided her with. she laughed softly at your comment before she went back to her previous job of poking holes in your pie crusts. it’s not long before you’re pulling brownies and cookies out of your oven, letting them cook before icing the cookies with such carefulness that it makes ellie laugh.

you allow ellie to scoop the apple pie mixture into the pie shells before she settles them back in after placing the lattice on top of all three pies you’d made. you wait around another hour to let the pies settle and pack everything up, letting ellie hold the cookies whilst you grab one of the pies. “ellie do i look okay?” you mumble to her, turning slightly in front of the mirror on the wall near your front door. she snorts, covering it up with a cough. “you look fine aunty. what? you wanna date the neighbors?”

“absolutely n- ellie!” your face heats but you don’t say much else, instead opening the door for your niece since her hands were more full than yours. you do look fine though. your little sundress you wore for the drive down here from dallas was a soft blue with light pink flowers patterned on it along with complimentary white sandals. it complimented your skin well, enhancing the glow of it against the sun. your soft locs were still in a ponytail from your baking, and you’d had your lashes done shortly before you moved. you were particularly satisfied with the lip combo you’d mustered up before you left; a pretty brown liner with a pink filler. perfect.

ellie sets the cookies down on the floor in the bottom of your backseat, and you follow suit by sitting the pie on top of the containers. the both of you climb into the car once you’re positive everything is in order and won’t fall over or anything of the sort. the drive to the next set of land isn’t far, maybe 5 minutes, and you get a chance to truly take in the beauty of the countryside in austin.

when you pull up, you notice that your neighbors seem to be leaving the house just as you drive up. there’s two older men and a little girl, and you can only assume she’s one of the men’s daughter. your eyes trail over the taller one, though. he’s buffer than the shorter one and has a full beard. your ‘thing’ for beards was really tempting you with this one. he was clearly older than you as if that helped your attraction, but you purse your lips and relax your shoulders. no need to be weird in front of the new neighbors already.

you park quickly, biting down on your lip to hold any final nervous remarks your niece could possibly make fun of you for. ellie grabs the pie since she’s already on the side, setting it on top of the car and grabbing the cookies. you hum a soft ‘thank you’ to her before grabbing the pie and making your way towards your neighbors.

“excuse me?” your voice is saccharine to joel’s ears, and he damn near gets whiplash trying to turn to see who’s voice he’s hearing. “are you the millers?” you follow up despite a lack of response from the older man. you smile sweetly and gesture for ellie to come towards you. joel nods dumbly, swallowing hard before stepping forward to greet you. the girl that you mentioned earlier, who looked a little older than ellie, giggled at her dad (uncle?), and skipped her way next to him.

“i- uhm- we- damn.” joel stuttered terribly, rubbing a hand over his face before sighing heavily. sarah giggles before speaking up for her stunned father. “hi!! i’m sarah miller, this is my dad joel and my uncle tommy.” she smiled brightly at the two of you, curls bouncing as she spoke. tommy nodded from next to sarah, sticking his hand out for you to shake. “hi, darlin’! i’m tommy, nice to see a new pretty face ‘round here.” you feel your smile widen a bit, flattered by the younger miller’s words. you reach your hand out to meet his, but tommy turns it in his hand and presses a kiss to the back of yours.

joel’s stare practically burns through the two of you.

“cute.” is all you say, gently taking your hand back to pull ellie towards you. “i’m (name) (last name) and this is my niece ellie williams. we just moved into the house a few minutes down the road and wanted to properly greet everyone. i come bearing gifts, of course, but i can put ‘em back until you guys come back if i have to?” joel shakes his head, smiling at the thought you’d clearly put into the baked goods. “no, that’s fine sugar. we were jus’ goin’ to get some groceries.” his hand brushes yours briefly as he takes the pie, and you feel electricity shoot up your spine. oh you want him.

“me ‘n ellie can go ahead and head out and let you three get to it. we’re sorry to interrupt, but i hope we could come back over some time just to hang out or for anything else.” joel’s eyebrows shoot up at the end of your question but if he caught onto anything he didn’t say much. “’course. thank you again for the cookies ‘n pie. real sweet of you to make ‘em, sugar.” you bite down on your lip to hide the smile threatening to appear on your lips. ellie laughs beside you, tugging on your arm after she’s handed off the cookies. you glance back up at him briefly before nodding your head towards the car, sending your niece towards it.

“no problem, cowboy.”

[unreleasedwrites]

Baking Shenanigans

“Told you!”

summary: You and your boyfriend are just at your place. It’s 2 in the morning, the both of you couldn’t fall asleep and were craving some cookies— you guys came across some random five star recipe online and decided to bake cookies together— an activity you haven’t tried with him until this very moment.

character(s) included: Kwak Jihan x fem!reader

cw: pet names/nicknames, kissing on neck, lips, forehead, you and Jihan have been in a relationship for a good while, sort of sarcastic reader, reader is shorter by like a head compared to Jihan, idk a lot about baking because i’m usually an assistant, idk any recipes so i just clicked the first 5 star one i saw, a bunch of teasing, other than that, it’s just fluff & me coping with whats happening in lookism 1a, and reader is addressed as “you” here cs idk? thaz how i write

unwrapped on: Saturday Night, August 20 2023

wrapped up on: Wednesday Morning, August 23 2023

published on: Wednesday Morning, August 23 2023 (at arnd 10 AM)

“The first two ingredients we need is a whole bunch of softened butter and even more sugar” You said as you looked over at Jihan.

“Whats the difference between the brown and white sugar?”

“No idea!” You said as you clapped once and walked away.

You left Jihan up to the decision of which sugar should be used while you grabbed the big bowl with 2 sticks of butter in it. Which you guys had just placed in the microwave for a few seconds so that it’d soften up in no time, but not to the point that it’d melt.

“How much sugar do you think we need?”

“I don’t know, the recipe doesn’t have specific measurements..” You told your boyfriend all the while checking the recipe you guys found.

You simply placed the big bowl in front of your boyfriend cause you weren’t looking for the perfect outcome, you were just hungry and happy that you were taking up baking with him.

“Put er’ there!” You playfully said.

Jihan just stared at you.

“Are you mocking my fake country accent..?” Jihan said, obviously trying to hold in his laughter all the while scratching his head.

You just smiled, a bit embarrassed as you looked away from his gaze.

After a period of awkward silence with an occasional wheeze, your boyfriend finally bursted out laughing, completely loosing it.

“Shut up!! Its two in the morning and I didn’t know what else to say..”

You got a mixer from one of the kitchen closets & started assembling it as it was still in the box. While you were doing that, Jihan gave up & just poured the entire bags of both sugars into the bowl of butter. Luckily, they were only about 1 cup each from both sugars, so it wasn’t something either of you found to be alarming.

You brought the assembled mixer to the counter Jihan was at and stood beside him right after you plugged the mixer in.

“Mix away, cowboy”

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you, little cowgirl?”

“How the hell am I a cowgirl?” You rose a brow as you watched him turn on the mixer.

“Cause your mine, and if im a cowboy, you’ll be my cowgirl.” Jihan said as he chuckled.

“Sounds just about right to me” You laughed as well.

“Do you think this has the right texture?” He glanced over at you as he turned the mixer off.

“Looks good to me”

“Then could you get whatever we need next, please?” He asked.

“Alright-y! I got 2 eggs and some vanilla extract.”

“Atta’ girl”

You then got a measuring cup and poured some vanilla extract in to it while Jihan cracked the two eggs into the bowl with the mixture.

“How’d ya manage to get that much egg shells into the mixture? That’s gotta be some sort of achievement.” You said sarcastically all the while applauding.

“It’s not my fault, its definitely the eggs in your fridge, they ought to be deranged’.” He said as he was taking the egg shells out & throwing them into the garbage bin nearby, only to come back and stand by your side once he finished.

“What a unique excuse.” You ridiculed and laughed at the irony.

“Oh hush, c’mere you.” He then held his free hand around your waist and pulled you closer to him. Then he kissed you on the forehead.

“That’s what you get” He added.

“Hmph” You started blushing uncontrollably.

He then took a swift step backwards and used his hand on your waist to gently pull you in front of him into a position where he was kind of hugging you from behind. You two have about a head worth of height difference, so he easily put his head on top of yours. He proceeded to free his occupied hand which had just removed the bowl of mixture from the mixer, then placing it on the counter right in front of you as he handed you a whisk.

“Whisk away, cowgirl” He spoke into your ear, which immediately gave you goosebumps.

You then proceeded to whisk as Jihan held the bowl down so you wouldn’t have to worry your pretty little head about that.

You’ve been whisking for a some time (considering it wasn’t easy to get through to the texture), and your boyfriend has been humming some melodies into your ear down to your neck the entire time while swaying you left and right using his left hand that was on your waist.

“I’ll go get the flour” Your boyfriend’s grip on your waist loosened as he went to go get the flour you guys measured in advance earlier.

You just hummed in approval and left the whisk to open the bag of chocolate chips.

Jihan came back and stood beside you while he poured all the flour, and you started pouring tiny chocolate chips all around the mixture. You guys then switched on the mixer one last time to get it ready.

After mixing, you guys washed your hands (arguing over the sink), and then started rolling the cookie dough into different shapes.

“Look, Jihan— I made a heart, and guess who its for!” You exclaimed while holding cookie dough in the shape of a heart in your two hands pressed together.

“Hmmm..” Jihan added, “Well, whoever its for— do they get a kiss with that?”

“Depends, if they play their cards right, then I don’t see why not!” You happily teased.

“Hmmmmmm…..mmm…~” Jihan dragged his hum out before he spoke again, “Could it possibly be.. for me?” He smirked.

“Correct!” You then went on your tippy toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Not to be greedy or anythin’ but I was hoping it’s be on the lips” He pouted as he looked at you.

“Sorry, but unfortunately for you, you took too long to guess, so the reward has been downgraded to only your cheek.” You teased.

“Is that so?”

“Yep!”

“What can I do to change your mind?”

“Absolutely nothing! Tough Luck!”

“I’m gonna get back at you later, when my hands aren’t smothered in cookie dough— so you best be ready.”

You just smiled back at him.

After you guys finished shaping and rolling the cookie dough into all sorts of shapes (in ball form lol), you guys then put it on an oiled tray with parchment paper and popped it into the oven.

Once you closed the oven door shut, Jihan immediately started kissing you from behind all over.

“You’re kinda missing the target, don’t ya think?” You said trying your best to hold in your laughter as he kept placing pecks on your neck, which started to feel ticklish.

Then he swung you right around and gave you a kiss on the lips.

While waiting for the cookies to finish, you guys just went back to your shared bedroom and cuddled while you spoke to one another.

You two only came out when you two heard a ding coming from the kitchen.

You then opened the oven to let the heat out.

“You think it went well??” You asked as you looked over at your boyfriend who got a pair of mittens.

“Dunno, lets check.”

Jihan used the mittens to take the tray out of the oven and place it on the counter.

“Looks like it did go well!”

“How about the taste?”

“Well we gotta wait for it to cool down.”

After a good while of some more teasing, the cookies finally seemed to cool down so you guys decided to finally try it.

“It tastes really good!” Jihan said.

“Are you exaggerating or something?”

“What? No, here— taste it.”

He then gave you a cookie and you bit into it, surprisingly it did taste really good. He saw your reaction and smirked.

“Told you!”

notes: I’m thinking of making this like a series, where i make a fic abt female reader baking w a lookism character, but idk? The end is quite rushed because i didnt know what to put anymore— 😭😭 Although I hope it isn’t too bad and I hope it isnt cringey either lmao I tried my best though (plez request) I was planning on typing more stuff in this notes but i forgot them so might update later (sorry for the mistakes) I might do goo next w same title but yall like baking smth elseee

- With or without proper credits, please don’t try to steal or claim any of my works as your own

I genuinely appreciate opinions, feedback, likes, and reblogs, as this is my third ever post on this blog.

Once again, I hope this isn’t too bad for my third ever post, and i’ll probably be doing more characters in lookism 🫶🫶

[dearabby1990]

Twd Daryl Dixon A world of our own series Chapter 3: Out on a run

The morning comes fairly quick sounds of birds & the colors of the sunrise fill your room & you smell faintly fresh coffee. It feels like something out of a dream you dare not wake up from. But then it sets in that this is reality now & your eyes open & for the first time in what feels like forever you wake with a smile. Throwing on your jeans & sheathing your knives into your belt & brushing the knots from your hair & the sleep from your eyes you do a quick French braid using one of the fallen tan tassels of your knapsack to tie the end of your hair waste not what not right? You’ve learned to become resourceful at a very young age. Heading downstairs you see carol at the table drinking a coffee and reading a cookbook she looks at you & grins “sleep well?” You sigh “the best I have in a very long time” “good to hear there’s coffee & theres cookies too” you nod “thanks carol I mean it for everything I know you said it’s what we do but I just had to let you know I’m grateful to be here with y’all” she full on smiles eye’s crinkling in the corners as you pour yourself a cup and take a seat across from her taking a sip from your mug. “Bread recipes huh? You know I grew up in a restaurant I made bread and pizza dough everyday so if you ever need some help or advice I’m always happy to help” she looks not just amused but a bit excited “really? I’m just trying to figure out to make a good sourdough I can’t seem to get it right” you think a moment “nonna always said a good sourdough always counts on a good yeast starter let your starter sit at the very least overnight maybe two days covered & somewhere free of light once that’s done & you mix everything else & it rises appropriately you’ll have the best loaf you’ve ever made” you say with your hand resting on your chin as she scribbled down your instructions on a piece of paper “I’m gonna try this today & we’ll see how I do” you both giggle & she heads towards the door “I have a lot to do I’ll see you later yeah?” “I’m going on a run today but hopefully yeah” she nods heading outside & you take another sip from your mug. Heading to the sink you wash out your cup and put it in the draining rack & grab your things and head for the door today seemed like a good day to test out your archery skills. It’s been awhile but you’re excited having brought all your arrows from home ones your nonno taught you to make feeling like you’re carrying a part of him with you. You step out into the bright morning sun putting a hand over your eyes to block some of the glare as you see Rick and Carl near the gate next to two vehicles. Making your way over you spot Michonne making her way over as well. “Good mornin Michonne” you wave “morning scout ready to head out?” You nod “as ready as I’ll ever be who’s all going?” “Well Rick and Daryl are taking the van and me you and Carl are taking this sucker” you nod heading over to the car as Rick walks over beaming with a million dollar smile at both you & Michonne standing conversating “good morning ladies” “morning” you both say at the same time causing you both to laugh upon Carl walking over putting a hand on both of you and his mom’s shoulders “we heading out or what?” You chuckle “calm down cowboy we’re going don’t worry mr eager” he smirks & Rick starts going over the plan “so there’s an old free clinical about 70 miles north I’m hoping they have what we need and then some… it’s a pretty big place so we have to stick together we’ll go over more once we get there and feel the place out” you all nod before heading to the car “shot gun!” Carl yells Michonne laughs “not this time kid you’re in the back scout is up front with me” he deflates “tell you what this run goes good I’ll gladly let you take the front seat on the way home” he hears you and perks up nodding his head to which you all giggle and head into the car. Rick and Daryl getting into the van he looks at Daryl & starts to smile & shake his head “Wha’? Wha’ the hell you smiling about? I got somethin on ma face?” Rick chuckles “no but you’re very obvious just so you know”

He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion “tha hell you goin’ on about?!” Growling in annoyance “you staring at her we all see it… why don’t you talk to her?” He tries playing it off “who the hell ya talkin about you drunk or somethin?” Rick sighs “you’re so damn stubborn you know that? You obviously fancy scout with how your eyes constantly drift in her direction…” silence falls upon the van Daryl daring not to speak Rick sigh’s again “look I know how you are more then anyone I’m your brother… you think either you don’t deserve someone like her or you just plain out think you don’t deserve happiness of any kind… you can’t spend eternity being a grumpy loner.. be at least a grumpy man in love or happy to have some kind of special person or relationship with someone” Daryl scoffs “yer out of yer damn mind you & carol both!” Ricks eyes widen “oh…. So carol said something to you too?? And you’re still being a stubborn jack ass?.. man you need a good bonk on the head” shaking his head he drops it as he hears Daryl mumbling & grunting small comments to himself “y’all think y’all know every god damn thing… like flies on the damn wall”. Meanwhile in the car with you Michonne & Carl you’re all playing some music & you pull out a small cd case & you’re old Walkman disc player carls eyes light up “ohhh whatcha got there?” You smile “my cd collection.. haven’t been able to listen to any of it because I ran out of batteries but now seems a good time as any” you pull out one cd and pass your case back for Carl to dig through you show Michonne what you’ve got and she burst into laughter “I didn’t peg you for an NWA fan” you smile “I’m eclectic as hell girl I listen to a little of everything” popping it in you had an idea “Rick was a cop before this right?” She nods grinning catching on without you having to say a word as you press play and find the track you’re looking for & crank the volume to “Fuck the police” carls cracking up along with Michonne as you all roll down the windows & speed up to the van getting their attention he rolls his window down & jaw drops at both you girls going word for word causing even Daryl to chuckle a little shaking his head he rolls his window back up & you all turn the volume down roll the windows back up and have a laughing fit. “No way nirvana?!” You turn to him “you can borrow whatever you want cowboy I know you’ll take good care of it” he looks up surprised “really?! Shit I don’t have anything to listen to it on” you hand him your Walkman “all ya need are batteries take good care of that I’ve had it for a very long time” he nods “thanks really” “it’s what we do” you say with a smile. The ride drags on you and Carl coming up with a game of colors. Basically picking a color and trying to find a Walker wearing said color and call it out before the other person. Deep into your game you finally pull up to a nice size building which you assume is the clinic. The men jump out of the van & you all follow suit out of the car to the hood of the van to plan out the first move “alright me and Daryl are gonna go in first make sure the first few areas are clear then y’all follow suit after we get it what seems to be the waiting area we’ll split in two groups and cover as much ground as possible and retrieve what we came here for and maybe some extra if it hasn’t been cleared out already got it?” Everyone agrees & him and Daryl enter the double doors ready for anything that might be just around the corners of this place. Daryl comes back to the door with a short whistle giving you three the go to follow after him you’re first followed by Michonne & Carl in the back all armed and ready you have both your knives tight in your grip a present nonno gave you on your sixteenth birthday with a row of roses followed by a skull carved into the handles. You have others but this two piece set has always been your favorite. Cautiously turning each corner of the dust filled building so far so good as you all make your way through to the center. Rick crouches down to whisper what’s to happen next.

“okay now me Carl and Daryl are going to take the west wing of the building while you and scout take the east wing the east wing has less rooms to check and cover as soon as you’re both finished come back here if you don’t see us here go straight to the entrance and wait at the van do not I repeat do not try and come and find us on that side the area is way too big it’s too risky everyone understands?” You all agree yet again & split up starting down the hallway of the east side of the clinic you both come upon the first door opening it going inside to see checking all the cabinets and drawers finding nothing but old paperwork and moving on to the next the first five doors had nothing in them either leaving two doors left to check opening it with a huff of annoyance you both enter and see it’s what seems to have been the old pharmacy you both are wearing the biggest shit eating grins as you make your way to the shelves checking the bottles to see if there was anything in them. You both found all kinds of stuff. Pain medication’s antibiotics anti inflammatories medication for both types of diabetes in pill form as you brought a medical dictionary with you from nursing school showing Michonne what medication was for each illness or injuries. Throwing everything you both could fit into your hiking bag & her backpack you also found an old box throwing the last of what was in the room of use into it picking it up to head into the last room. As you push the door open something grabs your hand making your drop the box on the floor you gasp grabbing your knife as it chomps its rotten teeth at you before you could stab it michonne took her sword slicing its head right down the middle you let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding turning you her “thanks” “yeah don’t mention it” she smirks you both start refilling the box & start checking the last room noticing it’s just an office but this doctor was a strange person they had dirty magazines liquor and a small stash of weed. You were both laughing just putting it in the box anyway but hiding the weed in your pocket “I can grow some back home with just this bag & a lot of it for medicinal purposes it would help so many people” she nods and giggles seeing you get excited “of course I’m gonna try it to see if it’s anything good but still we can harvest this stuff”. You pack everything up and head back towards the waiting area seeing the guys aren’t back yet and head back toward the entrance and out to the car loading everything in the trunk but thinking it’d be funny to leave the small stack of playboy magazines in the van to make them flustered Michonne loving your antics laughs as you prop them all across the dashboard before bolting back to the car. You both sit there for about 45 minutes before they come out with a gurney and load it into the back of the van and then walking over to the both of you “find anything good?” Michonne shrugs “don’t know check the trunk” Rick smiles heading to the trunk seeing the load of stuff you ladies grabbed “nice work ladies you did more then us three definitely now let’s head home” he heads to the van and when getting in he sticks his head back out “ha ha really funny” Daryl hopping in sees what he’s talking about and his cheeks turn bright red and he scoffs “wha the hell?” “Yeah they think they’re funny but if you don’t take them Carl is gonna find them & well I don’t need that kind of image by accident or anything the hell else” he scrunches his face at Rick “I dun want these damn things throw them away!” Rick laughs & chucks them out the window causing you girls you laugh. The ride home you let Carl take the front seat and pick the music you’re still getting used to the idea of a safe home to go back to that all you want to do is change your clothes and goto bed after you eat something of course but none the less get to a now real bed and get actual rest sounds heavenly. You doze off on the way back waking up at Carl nudging your shoulder “hey scout we’re home”

You rub the sleep from your eyes before Daryl walks over offing his hand to help you out of the car “thanks” you mumble he grunts and walks to the trunk grabbing the box to carry to the infirmary you put what you put in your bag into a crate and hand it to Rick and head to the house sitting on the porch swing lighting a cigarette Carol comes out and sits next to you “have an extra?” You smile offering her one and your lighter “thanks” you grin “it’s what we do” she chuckles taking a drag “how was the run?” You sigh “pretty good me and Michonne found a lot of stuff they boys only found a damn gurney” both laughing “I made the sourdough starter today I’m gonna leave it in the pantry for two days but I made egg bread today to go with supper I made some stew with the venison Daryl caught should be ready soon if you’re hungry?” You nod “I’m starving & that sounds amazing I’m free tomorrow if you want me to show you how to make pasta” “sounds like a plan let me go finish dinner hopefully Daryl hurries his ass up or he’s gonna be getting cold stew” you shake your head taking another drag as you rock on the swing staring off into nothing just taking in the breeze and the scent of the fresh grass. You stand up to go inside heading to the kitchen “hey carol anything I can help with?” “Sure could you set the table for me please” “I sure can” you head to the cabinet pulling out bowls and plates cups everything else needed to eat & put it all in it’s rightful place. Grabbing the bread and cutting it in slices for carol placing it in a basket while she gives you an appreciative smile you carry that and the salad bowl to the table as she carries the pot of stew with her placing it in the center before grabbing everyone’s bowls and filling them while you do everyone’s bread and salad bowl before you can comprehend it Daryl comes into the dining room and takes as seat across from you next to Carol. You don’t make eye contact as you sit and clear your throat “thank you Carol” “no problem really” she turns her head to the side smiling at you while Daryl looks at Carol then you while taking a bite of his bread arching a brow. You all start eating and the silence feels like it’s strangling everyone in the room Carol can’t take much more so she says something “so…. How’s everything with you?” Looking at Daryl he wipes his mouth with his sleeve “uhh.. fine why ya askin?” “Just curious to see if anything new is up with you lately?”. He glares at her before noticing you’re looking and looks back down at his food “no nothin new same shit different day” he grunts taking another bite of his food. You start to feel extremely uncomfortable for some reason and hurry to take your dishes to the sink washing them and putting them up as you do with everything you use just out of habit because of how your Nonna was obsessive about how her kitchen was at all times the habit rubbing off on you so you do the same. Wiping everything down scrubbing anything you could find just to not walk back out there right now. Meanwhile they were talking amongst themselves at the table “I don’t understand why you just can’t tell her how you feel?” He growls “I dun understand why yer all so god damn persistent like y’all know wha I’m thinkin or feelin better then I know ma self I dun like tha damn girl now drop it!!” You’re standing at the doorway you were just about to head upstairs before his little outburst suddenly you couldn’t even look at their faces your pride pushing your feet across the floor as your head hung heavy like it was filled with the tears you’ve held over the years threatening to spill over like a raging waterfall. Your chest feels tight as you start to walk at a faster pace heading straight for the front door the feeling of needing to breathe feels like it can’t be done as long as you’re inside. You dart around the first corner you come by not wanting to chance anyone seeing or following you. You keep moving as you hear your heart beat in your head finally exhaling as you find yourself in someone’s yard bedsheets hung.

Them giving you the privacy you need to collect yourself. Finally letting a few tears fall as you attempt to steady your breathing. All you’re feeling is confirmation of all your insecurities and fears the fact that you feel like a side show attraction or a monster due to your scars. Sitting down in the damp grass pulling your knees to your chest all you want to do is calm yourself enough to get by everyone and goto bed for a month if possible to save yourself anymore embarrassment. Chin resting on your knees you close your eyes and try to think of things that you miss hoping it’d help. It’s crazy to even think a few days ago you were struggling to survive an apocalypse and now here you are sulking over your feelings towards another person. You’d tell yourself you were crazy if you were to think this was even a possibility back then. You’re lost in your head as the sound of footsteps snap you out of it quickly wiping your eyes to see who’s approaching a woman wearing a cap with her hair in a braid similar to yours “hey… are you alright?” You nod to scared your voice will betray you “you’re scout right? I’m rosita.. do you maybe wanna come have a drink with me?” “Okay” you reply just above a whisper. She extends her hand to you helping you onto your feet having you follow her into what you assume is her home pulling two wine glasses out onto the counter pulling a pretty old looking bottle out pouring you both a glass “so??.. where you originally from?” You take a sip and clear your throat “uh here in Virginia but like 60 miles west of here you?” “Ohio was raised by guys mostly lost my mom when I was really young so as soon as I turned 18 I joined the military” both of you taking a seat on her sofa “I lost my mom when I was a kid too… my dad was a real asshole so my grandparents eventually took me in and I was raised in their restaurant and lived in the apartment upstairs they were my everything… then one day I went to get stuff to start the days dough and came back and all I knew had been taken from me… seeing my grandmother like that…” you shake your head fighting back tears “I’ll never forget the way she looked… it’ll haunt me forever I know that much” she nods understanding the horrors on the other side of those walls you hear the front door opening you whip your head in surprise “uhh very sorry ladies I was not aware of your presence scout I didn’t mean to startle you… Rosita should I come back at a later convenience?” Rosita laughs “this is Eugene” you stand up offering a hand “nice to meet you Eugene my real name is Jamie but everyone calls me scout” “it’s a pleasure mam I heard of the supplies you’ve contributed to our community I thank you kindly” you and Rosita giggle at him “but no Eugene you don’t have to come back what’s up?” He looks at you both “well I think I’ve got a way more efficient way of growing our crops that would precisely triple our harvest come the winter weather” as he clears his throat at the end “okay we’ll go over more details tomorrow and from what I hear scout here has quite the green thumb if she wants to come along with us” you nod “yeah sure no problem don’t think I have anything to do tomorrow anyway I like to keep busy” “good to know have a lovely evening ladies I’ll see you at o 800” as he leaves to walk outside “does he always talk like that?” Rosita laughs “yeah you get used to it” both chuckling she turns to you “hey wanna have an old school sleepover we can finish off this bottle & play cards or something?” “Sure id really like that” she jumps up grabbing the bottle and ruffles through a drawer pulling out a pretty aged deck of cards sitting back down refilling both your glasses as she deals out a game of gin something you played with your grandparents all the time. See Rosita could read people like a book and knew you were like her in a way. Building a wall around your emotions careful of who you fully open up to and the not liking of people pushing you to talk. It’s why in this moment as you both drink shoot the shit play cards and laugh you both instantly click.

The start of a long lasting friendship maybe even a sister as time goes forward. As the bottle dwindles down to nothing she brings out extra pillows and blankets and opens the pull out sofa as you both snuggle your own comforter letting the warmth of the wine and blankets take you over completely drifting off into a deep sleep one you havent felt in quite a long time last night doesn’t even compare to the way you feel enveloped in the darkness tonight. Totally forgetting how you even got here to begin with at least for now.