#eclipse snacks

[uwudonoodle]

[whaleiumsharkspeare]

[tagintagout-au]

🔨: AAALRIGHT!!! TIME FOR SNACKS!!! TREATS!!! FOR EVERYONE!!

🔨: I have. Three types of snack for you to eat. But you can't eat them all, Fifi!

⭐️: You wound me, Nille.

🔨: Anyways! Here they are!! Choose one! First up, I've got...

🔨: APPLE SLICES!!!

🪨: Ooh, are these from those apples we picked together yesterday?

🔨: Yes!! You gotta eat them early after cutting them up, or they'll go brown and icky!

🎀: ...Are these covered in lemon juice?

🔨: Yeah!! That slows them down a little. So they don't go brown!

🔨: Anyways, our second snack is...

🔨: Some... onigiri!

🔷️: Ah, seems you got it this time, Pétronille.

🔨: Yes! I did! I tried my best to learn it!!

🔨: Soon, I'll be the best onigiri sayer in the whole WORLD!

🔷️: Yes, I am sure.

🔨: Alright, third snack!!! This one's a... sow-catch?

⭐️: Oh, I remember seeing this one, it's called a sękacz. They're really dry.

🔨: ....scent-cache?

⭐️: ...Close enough?

🔨: And it's dry?

⭐️: Yeah. Dry.

🔷️: Mmm, I wouldn't call it "dry"...

🔨: Either way!!!

[sun-e-chips]

This user might have a lil crush on caelos au sun

au belongs to @caelos-au

[whyeverr]

Feeling bold from a belly full of good food (and perhaps a bit tired of the Wilds' prattling at the other end of the great table) Alicia decided to settle into an empty seat down at the other end across from Cherry. 👀

It's... a little awkward at first, particularly with Cherry's new girlfriend Averie there, but it's good to catch up with them and the other New Promisers she hasn't seen as much of recently: Dawson, Cassie, and Wendell.

"Halloween party at Dawson's tomorrow night!"

"Wouldn't miss it!"

"Costumes are required this year. We took a vote."

"No complaints here! I love costumes!"

"Okay but you have to dress up as something people will actually get this year."

"Okaaaay, my Skeeter costume was amazing! It's not my fault most people haven't met the family robot."

[bubbiethesaur]

Chapters: 16/?

Here it comes—chapter 16! AHHHHHHHHH!!!

Short summary: The grieving process is messy

[puppetmaster13u]

@phoenixcatch7 why do you tempt me...

[cipher-the-sidhe]

@naffeclipse all I can think of with orca!Eclipse is one of our local transient orcas (seal-hunters) Ooxjaa. He’s a big boy with a reputation for being very uhhh familiar lol. I got to see him, his mom Artemis, and his little brother hunt a seal for a snack over the summer. It was the laziest hunting I’ve ever seen, they were all so casual!

(The term “mugging” in this refers to when whales nudge boats with their faces. He isn’t threatening them or anything.)

[lavenoon]

Okokok hi!

How would the boys (Eclipse included) feel about s/o 'borrowing' a a piece of clothing (like a shirt) or accessories to wear and/or making an effort to match his outfits?

Alright lets go! I'll default to "shirt" in the scenarios but the sentiment applies to basically everything lmao

Sun: Stealing his shirt to wear it out in public: For the sake of whatever is getting you out in public, lets assume he doesn't see it until you already are out and about, because otherwise, y'all would be late. He'll still fuss a little, just for show - what else is going to give him the excuse to lean down and purr a low little "darling, you could have just asked" if not the fact that your collar absolutely needs to be fixed right now? Frankly, wearing his shirt is an ego boost he doesn't need - or absolutely does. Superficially, he'll be the worst peacock about it, because there you are - wearing his shirt in his colors while out with him, immediately showing everyone you meet that you're with him. But deep down, Sun is anxiety galore, and he lives for the reassurance that you chose this, that you like where your relationship is going, and that this is what you want. He'll love to indulge, not to worry <3

Which is to say. If you so much as breathe that you wanted to match him? Good fucking luck. This man is going to be barely contained glee at the prospect of getting to coordinate outfits with you - what kind of power couple you'd be! And to think that you might even want to add to your wardrobe just to have something that would match something of his? Goodbye, he's ascended, and then returned with a vengeance because he has to treat you now, as much as he can - do you want a whole matching dress/ suit? would you want just one article to match - perhaps a jacket, or shirt, or a scarf the color of his tie? Or the more subtle claim - cuff links and collar pins and necklaces, he's all for it, and you'll have one hell of a time trying to get him to be calm about it. Have fun!

Moon: Stealing his shirt to wear it out in public: Whelp, there goes Moon! Gets about halfway through a tease before the reality of the situation hits him and he just crumbles into a flustered mess. He'd love to be smug and tease you about raiding his closet for a shirt - he usually opts for basic t-shirts in solid colors, so it's not even that special. But it's his and you chose it specifically, and now you're wearing it and once you're done wearing it it'll end up in his closet again and then he'll wear the shirt you wore and - best to not continue, he's already about to combust. Already prefers not being the one handling public stuff, so he'll let you take the lead and just turns into your backpack on legs to occasionally hide his face under the pretense of giving you a nice little head nuzzle, and some very quiet mumbles of "the color suits you, you should wear it more often" <3

Now, if you went and told him you'd want to match him, specifically? Man's just bluescreening for a second there, whoops. A fumbling mess and definitely the most low key about matching among these three, because he gets flustered to hell and back at the thought of attracting that kinda attention. He loves the sentiment, don't get him wrong! But if you keep it to at home/ the neighborhood, his processors will thank you for not overheating. However, once you express that said sentiment? He'll start just putting his nightcap on you, with more or less vague excuses or deflecting compliments of "you look cute" depending on his daily shyness level. And sorry, did the temperature just dip? No? Too bad, he's already stripping out of his jacket (while stealing a glance if you're looking) and draping it around you, because "you looked cold" - cuddle him some more, because he's currently heating up from fluster, and it'll be win win!

Eclipse: Stealing his shirt to wear it out in public: Oh my god, you've killed him to death. His casual clothes are often very baggy, and he already has to buy larger stuff to cover his entire torso. Honestly, his reaction is twofold - on the one hand, he's just melting and cooing over you, just so absolutely in love and just an excited mess that you'd want to wear his clothes. On the other hand, he's very interested in what you do with the extra sleeves. For a long sleeved shirt, they'd probably tie around nicely like a waist belt? For that extra ~pizzazz~ - or tuck them into a high-waisted skirt or pants (skirts you can also steal from his closet. I wouldn't recommend the pants). As always, very touchy about it, looking with his eyes isn't enough! Propriety be damned, you better be somewhere where cuddling is possible because that's what he wants to do, and now <3

And if you as much as insinuate that the purpose was to match him? This guy is the king of cheese and proud, and he'll wear all the embarrassing couple's stuff with you - he'll love couple's shirts (both just, normal shirts but you each get one of the same, or the "if lost return to [x]" "I'm [x]" type of stuff), he'll love matching accessories (of which he already has many, and is happy to share - all except his sun and moon eclipse necklace), key chains, anything! He loves the idea of matching, and a non-negligible part of him basks in that validation that you want to be seen with him, associated with him, and want to broadcast that to people even more than just going out with him! You aren't ashamed to love him so openly, and as someone who might get a bit self conscious if he's the only one being openly affectionate and cheesy, it's balm to his soul and he'll love to go all out!

[sollucets]

I warned you, should you open fic requests I’d be coming straight for your inbox with AkkAyan. I’m obsessed with on our way up/the sky full of stars and I wondered if you’d be willing to write something of it we didn’t get to see like their cooking date from chapter 4 or dinner at Akk’s house from chapter 3

tiis do you know i love you dearly

context from my fic on our way up:

The thing is, he and Akk had spent last night doing crimes against the culinary arts (jointly trying to make stir-fried basil pork in the tiny dorm room kitchen in a small disaster that ended in takeout) + The disaster at his dorm had been almost entirely Akk’s fault, and he’ll die on that hill.

so! as requested i took this briefly referenced incident and proceeded to project my personal (lack of) cooking skills on akk for about 1k(?? these things happen) of fluff. this ficlet brought to you by my best friend thaicookbooktv (and my milestone event. i guess)

💜

"Can I trust you with that?"

Akk glances up from the two eggs he's just started frying to glare at his boyfriend. There's a smug look on Aye's face as he leans against a counter on the other side of the cramped dorm kitchen (and thus within potential grabbing reach) and uses a little bowl to crush up some garlic and peppers (making grabbing probably a bad idea). "I know how to make eggs, Ayan."

"If you say so," Aye tells him, singsong. "I've never once seen you cook."

"That doesn't mean anything." Returning his gaze to the pan, Akk startles to see them more cooked than they should be and hurriedly, awkwardly gets them flipped before Aye gets to pretend it's evidence.

If it'd been anyone else, Akk might have admitted to the truth, which is that he does (sort of) know how to make eggs, and he can grill meat if he's invited to barbecue, but much more is beyond him. He thinks he could be good at it, with time, but he’d never learned to cook much at home, and at school he’d had so much to do that it had always been faster and easier and cheaper to have cafeteria leftovers or something instant. 

But it isn’t anyone else, it’s Aye, and when he’d asked all earnest if they could cook together when he visited, Akk had gritted his teeth and then spent most of last night and the part of the bus ride over that he had decent data on looking up recipes. 

So it’s particularly infuriating that Aye seems to have figured him out right away anyway. Akk scowls down at his eggs. 

“All set over here,” Aye says, then snorts audibly. “What’s that look for? Did the egg insult your parents or something?” 

“Shut up.”

Aye brings his bowl over to Akk’s side of the kitchen and sets it next to the other ingredients on the counter to the right of the stove. He’d only been banished over there in the first place for being distracting; Akk probably should’ve known he’d manage it anyway. 

A moment later, there’s a light breeze against the back of his neck, and Akk jerks against the tickle, barely suppressing a yelp. He’s not actually holding the pan, just his spatula, so the worst that happens to the eggs is them getting slightly jostled, but he aims a blind elbow in the direction of Aye anyway, making contact with his ribs. “Jackass.” 

“Violent authoritarian,” Aye responds, cheerful if slightly strained. “Those look good."

Once the eggs are safely off the heat, Aye hands him a larger pan, shuffling some things around on the little counter once there’s enough space. “Turn the heat up a little higher and put a little oil in there, okay?” 

Akk glances over for the bottle of vegetable oil and grabs it. His recipe-searching had turned up the idea, but Aye isn’t using one, and Akk does not know how much ‘a little’ is. He sighs, sends a sideways look at Aye where he’s putting the egg pan in the sink, and tentatively pours some oil in. 

“More than that.”

Frowning, Akk does as told. When he checks Aye’s reaction, he finds his boyfriend leaning on his hip against the counter and holding the bowl of vegetables again. 

“Were you nervous about this?” Aye asks, tone a too-familiar combination of fond and condescending.

“Why would I be,” says Akk, too quickly. Always too quickly. That’s something Aye’s pointed out before, he should know better. 

“‘Cause you wanted to impress me? I understand.” 

Akk rolls his eyes, keeping his attention on the oil where it’s heating up. “You’re extra annoying today. Is it a special occasion?” 

“Of course it is,” says Aye, tone gone painfully sincere. “My boyfriend came to see me.”

When Akk reacts far too late to keep a smile off his face, Aye pokes his cheek. “I’m happy, too,” he coos. “Now scoot, please. This next part has to happen kind of fast.”

Akk shuffles out of the way, letting Aye move in front and pour his little bowl into the pan, and sends a baleful look at Aye’s back. He’s looking far too cool in this situation; it has to be fixed. 

Decided, Akk moves until he’s right behind his boyfriend, then hooks his chin over his shoulder, looping both arms around his waist, and glances down at the pan. With the bowl poured out, something looks a little suspicious in the garlic-to-chili pepper ratio. “Aye,” Akk says, trying to make sure his breath hits the skin of Aye’s neck over his t-shirt, “Did you put enough spice in?” 

Annoyingly, Aye takes this without much in the way of reaction, only leaning back into Akk’s hold, and doesn’t even flinch. He reaches out for the bowl of meat and says, amused, “The neck is your weakness, not mine, Bigfoot.”

“That’s not an answer."

“Hey, who's the one of us that actually knows how to make it?” 

“I could figure it out,” Akk says mutinously, dropping his face all the way to Aye’s shoulder in defeat and speaking into his skin. It’s not his fault Aye is apparently some kind of cooking expert who’s never needed a recipe in his life. 

Aye laughs, just audible over the suddenly-loud sizzling sound of what Akk assumes is him adding something else to the meat. “I’m sure you could, baby, you’re smart. You just haven’t had much practice.”

“I help at home,” Akk retorts, offended. 

“I know, I know.” Aye’s shoulder moves, presumably stirring, as he continues, “You don’t need to worry about it. I’ll cook for you, so long as you always do the dishes.” 

Squeezing Aye’s waist just that bit too hard in retribution, Akk scoffs. “As if. I’ll practice more. I’m not doing your dishes for the rest of our lives.”

The sizzling gets a little louder, and Aye doesn’t respond. Akk blinks, lifts his head, and sees Aye frozen over the stove, one hand out on a bottle of soy sauce and the other not moving a spatula at all. “What?” 

“You said—” Aye starts, sounding awed. “You said ‘the rest of our lives’.”

“Oh.” Akk swallows on the impulse to deny it and just— lets it sit. Hides his face in Aye’s shoulder again and leaves it there, feels his ears heating up. What can he say? They’ve made the joke before, about their pins and wedding rings. It’s stupid, they’re teenagers, they’ve gone too fast, and he meant it, or it wouldn’t’ve slipped out.

Gratifyingly, Aye seems just as unable to speak for a moment. Eventually, he stutters, “I— that— sounds good to me,” and then, “I love you,” and then, “Oh, shit, the pork.” 

[theflyingfeeling]

I made the cutest blueberry (or...should I say...booberry) snacks for the spooky partial lunar eclipse hangout I just had with @kraeuterhexchen on discord (really, I'm sorry for hanging up before you got to send me kisses but I guess you really just need to be quicker! 😇) and I'm making you all look at them now because I got to finally live my spooky snack dream and they turned out super nice actually

so we have the nameless ghost couple and Hilda who's just happy to be there 👻 these are such low effort snacks, all you need to do is melt some white chocolate and pour it over the blueberries so that they stick together, then let them cool in the fridge for a while and Bob's your uncle! the sugar eyes I found at the supermarket

I also had some dark chocolate, which I used to make the Thing, and the Creature, respectively:

...and then there's Mr. Poop (or, alternatively, Mr. Boob, whichever you fancy), because sometimes poop is spooky, especially if you're a cute little innocent dachshund and have done something you shouldn't have in a bedroom corner, not naming any names but... 💩

a practical tip for anyone interested in making similar snacks: if you put the blueberries on a porcelaine plate and pour the melted chocolate on them and then stick them in the fridge to cool, they WILL get stuck on the plate lol, so I suggest using e.g. a plastic cutting board or something for easier removal 🤡

a bonus picture to spook the living hell outta y'all: The Devil Wears BC Merch:

happy halloween!

[peachypokedex]

[boombrothersasks]

(The cookies effect is applied) *Thunder Sound*

(Baby Shadow starts to scratch his muzzle, when Eclipse takes a look, his baby bro is with a really beautiful mustache, almost like Eggy's, but more beautiful)

(Tails starts to feel dizzy and when he talks about it, everyone is surprised by the fox boy turning into a really little fox boy)

(Eclipse tries to check him out, but soon trips and everyone can just stare at the toddler-fied darkling failing in get up again)

(Sticks soon came to jump on Omega to vociferate about how she was right, just to fall over a pink hedgehog wearing a magenta robe and a skin care mask, the cucumber slices flying away along Amy's breath)

(Rouge is speechless as her eye starts twitching)

"AWWWW, AN ALIEN WITH AMY'S VOICE!!!" (Sticks shouts before running away)

"WHAT. IS GOING. ON?!?!" Amy shouted, turning away after she watched Sticks run off into the wild.

"No!! Now I'm small too!" Tails pouted. "I can't get anything done like this...!"

"I'M STILL LIKE THIS!!" Rouge exclaimed in frustration. "And now Eclipse is a toddler!?"

"SHADOWWWWWW!!" The Darkling, now four, maybe five years old, attempted to pick up his now-upset baby brother before eventually just sitting beside him, trying to comfort the hoglet. Shadow turned himself into a hedge-ball to hide.

Amy simply watched the chaos, before coming to a conclusion.

"Yeah, you all need me right now."

[orcelito]

oh yeah yesterday was a Horror but also while i was making creme brulee i decided to sample the vanilla paste and Let Me Tell You. it was not good.

maybe this is why i set the powder on fire shortly after

[rv-there-yet]

4/8/2024 - we break for solar eclipses

[transgaysex]

also for some reason i got free food twice today ?