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weirdmarioenemies · 4 months ago

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Name: Kernel-pult

Debut: Plants vs. Zombies

Here we have my favorite plant of the original Plants vs. Zombies, the humble Kernel-pult! Out of my favorite PvZ plants, this one feels by far the most Classic. It doesn't fly, it doesn't have otherworldy abilities, and it's not a dang fungus. It's a corn cob that lobs corn kernels. Even the lobbing feels sort of mundane! Such a simple way to get a projectile somewhere else. It feels less fantastical than pods bursting and releasing seeds, and that one happens in real life! However, it is important to mention that Kernel-pult is not vegan.

Kernel-Pult typically lobs kernels that do a little bit of damage, just as much as a pea, and it attacks at half the rate of a Peashooter. It makes up for this with Butter! It has a 25% chance to lob a pat of butter instead. This is because butter is good on corn, and I guess as a result of that, the universal concepts of Corn and Butter are intertwined enough that Kernel-pult can tap into both.

Butter does twice as much damage as a kernel, but better than that, it freezes whatever zombie it hits in place for a bit! I don't know why it does that. I can't think of any reason why butter would, thematically, freeze something. But it makes Kernel-pult happy, so you'd better deal with it! Kernel-pult is thusly good as a support attacker who can slow down the approach of zombies, allowing stronger plants to damage them more. OR, you could choose Funny over Reliable, and do what I do! Nothing against Cabbage-pult, but I love Kernel-pult so much, I like to use it as my primary attacker! Good luck, me!

Butter would prove to be a very popular game mechanic, being applied to many non-corn plants in the future, purely based on wordplay. Very respectable. In PvZ2, it actually gained another ability: it will instantly defeat flying zombie birds! See, THAT makes sense. There's the realism, in Plants vs. Zombies.

Oh?

A few plants in this game have upgraded forms that can be planted on top of them, usually enhancing that plant's core concept. Kernel-pult has one, but not just ANY one. A maize so massive that you need to merge TWO Kernel-pults to form it! No mere upgrade like most of the rest, but an entire, new behemoth of a plant!

This is Cob Cannon, the most expensive, but most powerful plant in the game! Once planted, it can be used to manually fire devastating corn cob missiles wherever you please, with the power of a Cherry Bomb, but the ability to reload! And also a fun explosion animation with popcorn. The design is very different from Kernel-pult, but I'm not going to act like this is a Pokemon evolution where the evolved form stopped looking silly. This is a corn cob with eyes, on a wheeled wooden frame, whose wheels are slices of corn cob. Awesome! The second game would replace this guy entirely with a banana.

Lastly, I would like to discuss something very special to me. I would like to discuss Pult. Pult is something that delights me to no end! In PvZ1, Catapult plants exist mostly to be used on the Roof levels, since much of the roof is slanted, preventing straight projectiles from being very effective. And each of them have this little nest-looking basket on a stick that they lob their projectiles from. Evidently, this is the Pult. I love this thing! Do you think if I married Kernel-pult, I could take his last name? Here are some Pults I made during my previous Pult Phase. It truly inspires me!

Iso-pult

Sponge-pult

And lastly, I will ground us a bit more once again, with Corn Muffin-pult. My favorite Plant, now pulting my favorite form of corn! Please remember to always be silly and make silly images like these whenever you want, it is a necessary part of the human experience!

#kernel-pult #plants vs zombies #cob cannon #not mario #funky friday #mod chikako #bugs #bugs cw

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reflectionsofacreator · 4 months ago

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Me, making my coworker’s coffee: —real problem is that Square Enix was relying on the brand name recognition for Versus XIII as “another game by the brilliant Tetsuya Nomura” and understandably Nomura couldn’t keep up with the demands of being expected to produce multiple Triple A games, and thus the game was taken away and given to a different director and rebranded as Final Fantasy XV. This caused several problems —do you want pumpkin?

Coworker: ooh pumpkin sounds good

Me: it’s best with brown sugar cold foam, lemme give you that too. Anyways a lot of the problems stemmed with being renamed/rebranded but the underlying concepts didn’t actually change and are divorced from their base ideas. This also wasn’t helped by 1) the new director straight up saying they couldn’t make a good story and instead focused on the game, and 2) the game was then rebranded as a ~multimedia experience~ with a feature length movie, a five episode OVA, two novels, multiple DLCs, backstory for the main character that only is available as a ps4 demo,

Coworker: a fucking demo? Also can I get a blueberry muffin?

Me: a motherfucking demo, yes. Do you want it warmed up? Cool. That made it impossible to actually experience the story coherently. On top of this, Tabata’s strengths as a director/storyteller do not lie in character interactions, which is something that Nomura excelled at. I’m not saying that Nomura’s version of Versus XIII would’ve been perfect, but it would’ve delivered on the character drama that was the main reason the trailers and game were enticing to begin with. Now we just have a weird backstory for Noctis getting mortally wounded as a child for…? Extremely flimsy? Reasons? In comparison to how originally that event served as a catalyst for Noctis and Stella to have a bond of fate around them as people who had near death experiences

Coworker: god I can’t imagine going this hard into a game like this. Are you like? Okay?

Me: absolutely not :)

#final fantasy xv #creator plays XV #I’ve been having some Thoughts about Stella recently agh #I held poor illyanna hostage this morning #thankfully she’s a good sport #ffxv #ff15 #creator's xv meta

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torisabitgay · 6 months ago

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Stoned (Doctor Edition)

TWs: Use of weed

You finally attend a medical conference with Amelia. Little do you know that one muffin later, you will wreak absolute havoc during a presentation.

(F/F, Amelia Shepherd x femreader, they are together but it’s not stated, straight up comedy, 2K words)

You and Amelia were at a medical conference in New York. You hadn’t attended many of these (thanks to your short attention span) but you didn’t want Amelia to leave you for a weekend so you begrudgingly decided to tag along.

There was a presentation on new and improved diagnostic techniques that you were both going to attend. You sipped your coffee, sat at a table in the massive lounging area of the building. Amelia sat next to you, sipping her coffee and finishing up her sandwich. Your stomach rumbled in response and you huffed quietly. Amused, Amelia looked up, “I did ask if you wanted to eat something.”

You rolled your eyes, taking another sip of coffee hoping the bitter taste would quench your appetite. “I wasn’t hungry before.”

Almost on cue, a friendly looking man approached with a decorated box. Your curiosity was instantly piqued and you turned to him.

“Muffin?” He offered.

Amelia gave you a bit of a cautious look. Now, you were smart. You were a surgeon, god damn it. So what possessed you to take a muffin from a stranger, you’ll never know. Perhaps it was the hunger. Perhaps it was the need for adventure. Whatever it was, it ended with a smile and a nod. “Thank you.” Graciously, you took one and he smiled innocently enough and walked off.

Amelia looked at you, concerned. “You aren’t about to eat that, are you?”

Oh but the way the chocolate muffin glistened in the light, you could see chunks of dark, white, and milk chocolate baked into the batter. Pressing the muffin, you could tell the texture was perfectly fudgey and smooth.

You were salivating like a dog.

“[First Name], would you have taken that muffin if he was balding, overweight, with missing teeth?” Amelia said, looking at you like at a person about to jump off a bridge.

She had a point. Pretty privilege in society was a very real thing. But the man didn’t have bad VIBES, and this was a conference for doctors only, so he had to be a doctor. So according to the Hippocratic oath, he wasn’t allowed to do harm.

You shrugged. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Oh boy.

I’ll hand it to you, the muffin was delicious. And under different circumstances, it might’ve been a fun adventure. Not today though. Oh god, not today.

You threw away your empty coffee cup, before you and Amelia made your way into the presentation hall. It was a massive hall. With a lot of seats. And a lot of people. You could not imagine being the host. You and Amelia managed to find some seats in the middle of the hall, sat side by side. You still had some time before the presentation actually began, so you figured you’d get comfortable and make light conversation. “So how long is this thing anyway?”

She shrugged, as she scrolled through her phone. “Oh like 4 hours, not too bad.”

Your eyes widened in horror, shock, dread, maybe even fear. Four hours? Of sitting still? And listening? Oh. God. “You’re kidding right?”

“Yes, I’m kidding, idiot. It’s like 2 hours tops.” She rolled her eyes and looked over at you with an affectionate and playful smirk.

You never felt such relief. “Oh thank god. I would’ve actually died.”

She chuckled, and the lights dimmed to signify the start of the presentation. She whispered over to you one last time. “You’ll be fine, it’ll be interesting, just watch.”

And watch you did.

The host began talking about current diagnostic procedures and tests, sharing his take on why some of them suck and how they could be improved. Then about half an hour in, he started introducing cool new techniques that he and other doctors and researches had developed.

You gasped in fascination.

You gasped. In fascination.

You. Gasped.

A lot of people started to look around at who on earth just gasped in pure delight in the middle of a presentation. People around you turned to look at you. Amelia included. She had a look of horror mixed with a slight tinge of concern.

“Sorry.” You mouthed to the people around you, and sunk back into your seat, slumping down in a weak attempt to hide.

Okay. Weird. But whatever. Everyone moved on. Well, nearly.

Amelia leaned in to you and whispered. “What the hell was that?”

You looked over to her and shrugged. Honestly, you had no idea what that was. You were just so captivated by the talk and reacted on instinct. Maybe. God, your head felt fuzzy. Has it always felt this fuzzy? Why did the air feel fuzzy? You shook your head, trying to shake off the fuzziness. It only made it worse.

Amelia leaned back, eyeing you for a couple of moments before her gaze returned to the presentation.

So did yours. Except, focusing on the presentation was pretty difficult when your mouth felt… strangely empty. Like really empty. Like a black hole sort of emptiness. Are black holes empty? Black holes are cool. Maybe you’re in a black hole. What? What’s happening? You shook your head again and sipped your coffee.

Amelia’s head pretty much darted in your direction. You looked back over at her, a slightly fearful look on your face. Did you drink too loud? No. Surely not. You barely drank it.

“Whose coffee is that?” Amelia whispered as she pointed to the cup.

You looked down at your coffee cup.

…

“That’s not your coffee. You threw your coffee out. Whose coffee are you drinking?” Amelia whispered again.

You looked back over to her, your mouth slightly open with a confused and slightly dazed expression on your face. It took you a few moments before you replied in a whisper. “What coffee?”

Amelia’s eyebrows knitted in bewilderment, eyes widening a little. She pointed to your coffee cup. “THAT.”

You looked down at your coffee cup. What? Since when did you have a coffee cup? You didn’t even remember drinking it.

“[First Name], what the hell is going on with you?” Amelia whispered again, slightly sharper.

You. Had. No. Idea.

You looked back up at her. You should say something right? You haven’t spoken in a while. “Nothing.”

She raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘yeah right’, before shaking her head, and looking back to the presentation, glancing over at you every so often to make sure you weren’t having a stroke or something.

You leaned back in your seat again and suddenly felt a coffee cup in your hand. What? Whose coffee was this? You looked over to the guy sat next to you and whispered. “Hey. Hey. Sorry.” He looked apprehensive. “Hi, is this your coffee?” He nodded hesitantly. “Okay, one sec.” You took another sip of the coffee to fill the void in your mouth, before holding it out to him. He politely declined and pushed the cup away. What? Why? “You don’t want it?” He shook his head. “Oh okay.” You sat back.

Amelia watched the entire exchange with a hand pressed to her face in disappointment. You noticed her expression and decided to try focus on the movie playing.

After a couple of minutes of concentration, you whispered to Amelia. “This is a really good movie.”

Her concern grew. She stared at you. “Movie? What movie? We’re… watching a presentation.” She sat up a little, body angled towards you.

A presentation? Okay that made more sense. You wondered why the movie was so 3D. You nodded. “Right, right, yeah. Presentation.”

Oh but she wasn’t letting it go so easily. Something was wrong. You were acting delusional. “[First Name], you’re scaring me.” Amelia spoke, her whisper firm.

“But this isn’t a horror movie.” You turned your attention to her.

If her eyes widened even more, you’re sure her eyelids would snap. “What the actual fuck are you talking about?” She whispered yelled.

You furrowed your brows. “Who?”

“You.” She said, starting to get frustrated.

“You?”

“No, YOU.”

“Me.”

“Yes, you.”

“… what?” At that response, she leaned back in her chair with a defeated thump. A part of her was convinced you were being annoying on purpose, while another part was concerned that something deeper was going on. “Sorry, [First Name].” You whispered to her.

She picked up her head again and looked at you. “Huh? Did you just call me [First Name]?”

“…”

Another part of her was starting to get concerned that SHE was the one having a stroke or something. “You’re [First Name]. I’m Amelia.”

You nodded. “Nice to meet you, I’m Amelia.”

Amelia very nearly threw her hands up in frustration. “NO. I’M Amelia. You’re not Amelia!”

Your eyes widened and you whispered back. “WHAT?”

“[First Name], I SWEAR TO GOD.” She raised her voice. People turned around again.

Amelia’s face instantly flushed and her gaze flicked to the ground. People whispered and gave her disapproving looks but eventually everyone turned back around. You looked apologetically over to Amelia, but you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your lips. She looked up slowly. If looks could kill… it wouldn’t look great for you.

And somehow, this made you giggle more.

“[First Name].”

You were giggling as quietly as possible, with small hiccups of breath in between silent chuckles.

She shook her head and clenched her jaw, looking back at the presentation. Only an hour in, and you were already driving her insane.

You managed to collect yourself. Mostly. Maybe a sip of coffee would help you calm down?

Yeah, no.

The second your mouth filled with coffee, it was already out. All over you. All over the poor woman in front. And you were giggling uncontrollably again. This was officially the worst day of Amelia’s life (and she’s had A LOT of bad days). She stared in absolute horror. Disbelief. Outrage.

The woman in front of you turned to look at what was going on. She was not happy. Thank god she wore a black sweater to the conference. You, however, weren’t as lucky. Your fancy, new light-coloured outfit was covered in coffee.

And Amelia couldn’t take it anymore. She apologised profusely on your behalf to the woman in front, and then grabbed your arm harshly, but not painfully. Everyone stared as the two of you made your way out of the presentation hall, Amelia looking at the ground in shame as you giggled behind.

Woah, standing up made the fuzziness a lot worse. You couldn’t walk actually. You felt like you were swimming instead. And, oops…

Your leg got caught on one of the chairs and you went flying into some poor elderly man. Amelia wanted to die right then and there. She pulled you off of him, as you laughed so hard you had tears in your eyes, and she dragged you out of that hall as if her life depended on it.

Once the two of you were out in the hallway, she stared at you in… concern? Anger? Fear?

“[First Name]… what the hell was that?”

You giggled as you looked over at her and spoke. “What?”

She continued to stare incredulously.

You looked at her. In this light, your dopey smile and red eyes looked… familiar.

The gears started to turn as her face dropped in realisation. “The muffin.”

You nearly barked out a laugh. “What???” You asked again.

“The muffin you ate, idiot.” She said slowly. “You’re high as a kite right now! It was laced!”

Oh. Oh yeah. Oh yeah, you were STONED. Now it made sense.

You snickered some more. She groaned. “No, [First Name], this isn’t funny, this is…” She couldn’t help but start to smirk at your intoxicated giggles. “Stop laughing. Do you know how dangerous this is?“ She said, but she started to grin herself.

Maybe because of the absurdity of the situation.

Maybe because it all made sense now.

Or maybe because you were absolutely blitzed out of your mind.

Whatever it was, it sure made for a funny story to reminisce on. Needless to say you don’t take muffins from strangers anymore.

#amelia shepherd x reader #fem reader #amelia shepherd #greys #greys anatomy #writers on tumblr #wlw post #wlw writing #writing #fanfic #x reader #caterina scorsone

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narrators-journal · 4 days ago

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Random Ryoji headcanons

This is pure and utter indulgence once again. Have I written down these thoughts before? Probably, but I’ve had these little thoughts rolling around in my head for a while. I hope you guys enjoy these goofy little thoughts, bc I can’t put together a scenario I like, but I’ve got these.

Ryoji loves sugary sweet treats and drinks. After all, there’s nothing to stop him from over-indulging.

He has a bit of a twitch after the attempted fall.

He also has a little bit of chronic pain after that. That might happen when your body is stretched and contorted into the Nyx avatar.

He can shape shift to some extent. A skill namely used when he changed from Pharos to Ryoji, so yes, technically his appearance isn’t really his natural look, but he’s emotionally attached to that identity now.

Ryoji’s wings shimmer with irredescent colors when they move

His feathers also have an absolutely TOXIC vibe that even makes Minato unconsciously shake slightly.

This reaches from gender changing to something as simple as his weight.

He’s an absolutely bomb singer when he legitimately tries. He does not do that often.

His shadow form’s fangs are somewhat small. Just barely long enough to somewhat be visible behind his lips.

He is a pretty physically affectionate man. Cuddles, hugs, holding hands, he’s very lovey in those ways

He will straight up eat nothing but fucking sugar sometimes.

Ryoji also loves pillows and plush toys

He uses them to make a nest to lay in, even if he doesn’t require sleep.

If you don’t know what to get Ryoji, just get him a pillow. So long as it’s not a horrible texture, he’ll adore it.

Ryoji’s also pretty partial to soft blankets.

Despite being a bit softer in the body shape, with a belly that muffin tops over his pants’ waistband, Ryoji can straight up juggle all of the SEES if he wanted to.

Whether or not he can teleport is up for debate. Junpei is convinced he can, Minato’s pretty sure that he simply sneaks around really fucking well, and Ryoji won’t confirm nor deny any thought.

Minato has asked him what a soul tastes like, and Ryoji has described it as tasting different depending on the person, but most tend to taste like the general concept of ‘good’. No real flavor, just ‘this tastes good’.

He can hear people’s heartbeats and see their souls from a pretty impressive distance.

In reality, he does sort of just sneak around. He doesn’t teleport, he just takes advantage of his years of experience hunting humans and the human brain’s refusal to acknowledge death to scare the shit out of people.

He loves to hear Minato’s heartbeat when they cuddle while Minato sleeps.

He is in therapy, and he may or may not have sent at least one therapist to therapy.

Ryoji’s tastebuds are so wonky from technically being built to eat souls, that when he cooks he either forgets to season the food, or seasons it until he can taste it. AKA over seasons it until you can feel the salt in your teeth.

He ironically likes cooking videos. No, I do not know why I think this, but it vibes correctly for him.

Those videos do not do shit to keep him from slapping sprinkles into cheeto-flavored mac and cheese.

#persona 3 #persona #Ryoji Mochizuki #Ryoji Mochizuki headcanons #goofy #not serious #headcanons

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theyanderespecialist · 2 months ago

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FEMME MAN (Scenario/Headcanon) Yandere SirDust X FemmeMan Trans Male Reader (Hazbin Hotel)

Hey so I'm really shy about these types of things so I'll get straight to the point of my request!

My birthday is Oct 31 '03 and I would love an Established Couple (already dating and looking for a third.) SirDust x Chubby GNC Trans Man Listener, where it's a Halloween Party and Listener is getting hit on left and right cuz of their feminine costume (Could be Princess, Fem Fetal, French Maid.) but some drunkards get out of hand as a scenario.

If not this then maybe some base Headcanons + traits SirDust x Trans Man Listener then. Thank you for your time if you read this.

This was the request but I asked for details on what the listener would be and a reader is a femme man (think Jojo bizarre adventures, very manly but he is at the point he still has boobs) he is a femme boy trans man meaning he feels like a man but does like to dress up femme and this is a fact that clothes do not make your gender. He has had bottom surgery and does have a male sex organ. he just never did top surgery. Which yes men can have boobs like a girl can have a cock does not make them any less their true gender also SirDust is the ship of Sir Pentious and Angel Dust. those two are a couple in this! Now onto the story!]

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! We are having a LATE (sorry to the man who requested this! I did not mean to forget it! I have the memory of a goldfish, but I am still doing it because it is STILL Spooky season! So happy Later Birthday, you are getting the scenario and it will be made into an audio version on YouTube! So let's do this!]

(Disclaimer: SirDust is not a canon ship in the Hazbin Universe, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Also, Sir Pentious and Angel Dust are NOT Yandere in canon! Again, This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!

Disclaimer: Trans Men are Men and Trans Rights A Human Rights! You are a femme man trans man in this! Being like a femme boy but more masculine and such you are very tall very buff, and had bottom surgery, but NOT top surgery. So you still have boobs and you do like to cross-dress even though you are a trans man! Crossdressing does not make you any less trans or any less of a man!)

PLEASE ENJOY THIS!]

-Yandere Headcanons With Yandere Sir Pentious X Femme Man Trans Male Reader X Yandere Angel Dust-

.Sir Pentious and Angel Dust are dating in this and have been for a few months.

.They met you at a Halloween party, fell in love with you immediately, and became obsessed with you almost instantly.

.Angel dust would be really good with giving you your shots of T

.While Sir Pentious is a bit more nervous about it.

.They are both protective and they would not tolerate anyone misgendering you or mistreating you.

.Angel Dust is the one to blow their heads off and Sir Pentious is the one to pull you away to safety.

.But Surprisingly Sir Pentious is the more vengeful and would bring out the war machine to make the one who had misgendered or mistreated you pay.

.Since you are a femme man, they love to work out with you, but also get you so many dresses and skirts and outfits.

.Sir Pentious was the one who would get you old-time dresses from the Victorian time or even the Edwardian time.

.He would even get you custom-made corsetes.

.Angel Dust loves crossdressing with you and you two end up going shopping for dresses and outfits.

.They would have a healthy sex life with you.

.They are very supportive of the body you want even when you do not want top surgery.

.You are still their man and they love you no matter how femme you are.

.They would deal with rivals by killing them and making sure that they do not get in the way of their love for you.

.They would confess to you after dating you for a month.

.If you say yes? They are over the moon and you all would have a three-way.

.If you turn them down they are going to kidnap you until they can make you love them.

(The Snake, The Spider, and The Femme Man Maid) (Yandere SirDust Sharing)

(No One's POV)

Sir Pentious has been dating his darling spider for a few months now. They were a match made in hell. Angel being the working boy he is made it clear that he would not sleep around outside of the studio. Sir pentious was grateful for that and he was happy to have his spider. But they were looking for a third and they thought they could meet him at a party. That is when they spotted him, a stunning tall, and buff man with a soft chest. It was clear that he might be trans. This someone was you, (Name).

You were a handsome man wearing stunning makeup that made you look soft and seductive. Not to mention you are in a specially tailored French maid dress. You were so stunning and beautiful. It was hard to tell you were a man. You are a man and are a trans man at that. Having bottom surgery. Although you did not have top surgery as you are a femme boy. Which does not take away from you being a man. You just like the freedom you felt wearing female clothing and also the heels made your ass look great! You were currently drinking at the bar when three men came up. They were dressed as the three little pigs and you looked at them not wanting to be near them, to be honest.

"Hey sexy, why don't you come and have some fun with us." Pig number one says. "Sorry, but I am Jewish, I don't eat pork." You tell them.

They did not get the clear rejection that you were not interested and did not want to be near them. "Come on cutie." Pig number 2 says. "Do not be like that~ Besides we rather be the ones to suck on your tits." You made a face at that. You did not mind your boobs, but when creeps like this brought them up, it made you have gender dysphoria. "Look I am not interested." You tell them standing up to your full height. "Don't be a bitch! We are being nice." Pig Number 3 says and grabs your wrist before you can even react, Pig Number Three's head is blown off. "Sorry, we are late sugar." Angel Dust says. "Yes, sssso ssssory dearest." Sir Pentious says. You look at them and decide to go along with it. "Oh, I was worried you two would not make it." You tell them. "We got him first!" Pig number one says but he and pig number two have their heads blown off as well. "You okay?" Angel Dust asks. "Yeah, I am fine, thanks for that." You thank them. "Do you guys wanna drink? The first round is on me." They stared at you and blushed, you were even more stunning up close~ "We would." Sir pentious said and they knew they just had to have you and they would have you, making you their Femme Man~

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

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palettepainter · 1 year ago

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OKAY FIRST OF ALL HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

I was wondering what are some of your headcanons for Dr teeth, or zoot? Have a wonderful birthday! 🍰

Thanks!! I'm so fucking terrified for my bday this year, I don't know if I'll make a post about it cuz there are a lot of other reasons behind it aside from just not having any irl friends to celebrate with, but seeing some of you wish my a happy bday gives me a little smile!

And I sure do!

Zoot:

-So I like to think that even though he can sleep anywhere anytime, his sleep schedule is actually whack. Sometimes he'll sleep for like seventeen hours straight, then wake up at two thirty in the morning, make himself a sandwich and watch tv or something.

-When he was a kid everybody thought his talking shoe Jimmy was just his imaginary friend, including his many cousins. To this day some of them still believe that Jimmy is just Zoot's made up friend and they play along with it

-The only real 'sweet' thing he can handle is dark chocolate, if he has anything sweeter which is barely ever he'll have to eat it alongside something else

-As a kid he had a toy sloth called Timmy, sloths are still one of his favourite animals

-Sleep deprived Zoot is a rarity, but it does exist, the band all fear him, even Animal. He's basically Muffin from the episode Sleepover, mixed with the terror of an eldritch horror. Sleep deprived Zoot is a predator, he can smell your fear

-He's the oldest out of his cousins so far that I've designed for him, but is coincidentally the shortest

-Zoot sometimes forgets that Liv is in her early twenties (she's the same age as Scooter). She doesn't drink alcohol a lot cuz she doesn't like the flavour but when she does drink the stuff Zoot gives her a look and tells her to stop drinking it and go get an apple juice. Liv has to remind him a LOT that she's no longer twelve

Teeth:

-Inspired by a short story titled A Nightmare On Mulholland Drive, even though Teeth's parents are dentist's, and he spent a small portion of his life working at their practise, he is deathly terrified of having to have any operations with his Teeth. As a child he hated the noise of the whirring drill his Mama would use in the practise. A large reason on why his teeth are so perfect is because he didn't ever want to be in a situation where one of those drills had to be near his mouth

-Though his confidence has only improved over the years of being a musician, if you know the right things to say, Teeth can still get quite flustered if the compliments and flirts are coming from the right people

-He is so befuddled by London Cheesecake. To anyone that doesn't know London cheesecake is a pastry like dessert with icing and coconut on the top. The first time Teeth saw it he blinked hard, then asked where the biscuit base was

-When he was younger he had a nervous habit of wringing his fingers, and his noodly arms would coil up by his chest like snakes in distress

-It's not obvious thanks to him always wearing a hat but Teeth's hair is curly in parts, like his Mama's and Grammy's. Tina's hair when it's not pulled back into her signature style is a wild, frilly MESS

-When he first met baby Animal he was fascinated by his jaw strength, impressed by how something that small could have that much bite to him. Floyd was surprised, thinking Teeth would at least be a little more wary about him, but it brought him relief knowing Teeth wasn't unnerved by him

#The Muppets #Muppets #Teeth #Dr Teeth #Zoot #The electric mayhem #Electric mayhem

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fancyfearful · 2 years ago

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Forgive me fandom, for I have sinned...

I’ve been antagonized by my own creative mind for a few days now, and have finally clawed my way out from out from the depths of Writer’s Block Hell™ to curse present y’all with a quick-fic based off of this post from

@itsmattibad !

Obligatory Disclaimers: Copywritten characters belong to their respective creators, the artwork/’prompt’ belongs to @itsmattibad, and this work of fiction is NOT to be consumed by minors/anyone under the age of 18 years old! This fic isn’t explicit, but it IS suggestive, so minors be gone.

I also have limited knowledge on MHA in general (mostly cause I watched only 1 season of it, rip) but I couldn’t break free of the chokehold this man had on me, so my bad if this is an OOC take! I also haven’t written ‘traditional fanfiction’ in like...months...years? It’s been a while >.>; Anyways, enjoy!

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9:45AM.

That was the time you were supposed to clock in for work. 9:45am, and not one minute later. It was just enough time for you to grab a small snack, a quick cup of coffee, and rest your legs for a bit.

And given how empty the coffee shop looked at this moment, it seemed like luck was on your side. You'd be in and out of the building with a few minutes to spare.

Unfortunately, the neutral expression on your face switched to a frown when you noticed who was working today. You didn't know his name, and it didn't help that you never caught him wearing a nametag either, but of all the people to be behind the register looking at their phone, it was your least favorite barista.

You recognized the combination of bright blue eyes, shiny piercings, and messy, unkept, white hair right away and it took everything you had not to let out an irritated sigh as you approached the register. He tried hitting on you a few weeks ago, and after you had turned him down, he went out of his way to make sure that your order was messed up in one way, or another, every time that he happened to be working.

And even though the other baristas fixed your orders without any problems, having to repeatedly go back to them in the first place was still annoying to begin with.

He was obnoxious, overbearing, and unnecessarily petty over being rejected by some random woman he didn't even know personally. Hell, he couldn't even pronounce your name properly the first time he tried to call it out for your order. But this was the closest coffee shop to your workplace, so as long as you showed up here early, you could afford to take an extra few minutes to correct your order on the off chance he was working.

Several seconds pass while you wait for him to finally notice you standing there, but you really don’t have the patience for something like this. So, after clearing your throat loudly to get his attention, he finally looks up from his damn phone.

He chuckles a little, and given the smug expression on his face, he recognizes you instantly.

“Well, look who it is! How’s it go-”

“I’ll have a bran muffin, and my usual drink order. Extra foam on top.” You say, quickly cutting him off. You really didn’t want to drag this out any longer than necessary, and had pulled out a few bills from your wallet to put down onto the counter before he could even give you your total.

“Is the extra change supposed to be a tip? That’s real generous of you. And here I thought you didn’t like me...” the bastard barista comments, sounding pleasantly surprised.

It takes everything you have to stop yourself from either cursing him out or straight up leave the shop entirely.

“Look, I really, really don’t have the time for this, okay? I have somewhere important to be, so if you want to keep the change, keep it.” You reply, trying your best to sound calm. Maybe he couldn’t tell that you were annoyed with his bullshit already…or maybe he did know and simply didn’t care.

All things considered, the second option seemed more likely.

“You know, I think I could get used to this. Having you walk in here, and send a few extra coins my way is definitely a good way to start a shift.” the white-haired weirdo replies, all while punching your order into the register before swiping your money up from off of the counter.

“You’ll probably spend the money on something stupid anyway.” You grumble, hoping he doesn’t hear your snide comment.

“Does a date with you count as something stupid?”

“I’m still not interested, and if you ask me again, then I’m going to-”

“Alright, alright, there’s no need to get anyone’s boss involved, so I’ll drop it. These piercings don’t pay for themselves, so I actually have to keep this job. Here, I’ll even toss in an extra muffin.” the white-haired barista says before handing over your items.

You quickly take the bagged muffins and your drink from him without another word, but you notice something different about him in that instant. The jerk is actually wearing his nametag this time, although you could’ve sworn that he didn’t have it on when you first walked in here. You hadn’t given it much thought before, but somehow the name ‘Dabi’ seemed fitting.

After turning around, you make your way towards the nearest table and place your items down before looking down at your drink with a frustrated sigh.

Of course he forgot the extra foam. In fact, your drink didn’t have any foam on it at all.

You roll your eyes, carrying your drink back over to the register to find the petty barista, Dabi, casually messing around with his phone again instead of doing anything productive.

“Excuse me, there’s no foam in this, and I asked for extra foam earlier.”

“Oh? My apologies, miss. Here, let me fix that for you.” Dabi replies, his tone clearly mocking you.

And that tone makes you instantly regret voicing your complaint to begin with.

But before you know it, your drink is plucked out from your hands, and carried away to be ‘fixed’. You aren’t entirely sure what Dabi has in store for your order this time, but it can’t be anything good.

“Here you go, all fixed up. I think I’ve really outdone myself this time.” He says proudly, still holding your drink as you glance over to see what he’s talking about.

The crude foam art is easy to recognize, and the moment you frown, Dabi chuckles.

It’s a drawing of a dick. And a well designed, lengthy one at that.

You’re equal parts annoyed and impressed by his handiwork, but before you get the chance to complain, he pulls the cup far away from you again.

“Wait, I almost forgot the extra foam...”

Without breaking eye contact, he opens his mouth and lets his pierced tongue hover over your drink. A trickle of saliva slides down towards the tip of it, and you can only watch in shock as Dabi uses a strand of his own spit to add a finishing touch to his own masterpiece; a thin, but noticeable line is drawn through the foam and it makes it look like the cock in your coffee is blowing it’s load.

The sane part of your brain is telling you to look away in disgust, but truth be told, you’re so baffled by the boldness of his actions that you still can’t believe that this is actually happening. This had to be some sort of weird dream, or a really messed up prank. How the hell was this guy still employed?

Noting your shocked expression, the white-haired barista snickers before casually giving your newly decorated drink back to you.

“There you go, exactly what you asked for. Oh, and try not to burn yourself while taking a sip. Drinks that hot can be dangerous.” He says smugly, only to quickly turn around and make his way towards a room labeled ‘Employees Only’.

You stare at the drink in front of you, still trying to process everything that’s happened within the past 10 minutes before the sound of an opening and closing door startles you. Another customer has entered the coffee shop, looking impatient and grumpy; they probably needed something more than you did, and you didn’t want to hold up the line, or get tin their way.

Grabbing your drink, you quickly mumble an apology before making your way back to the table that you picked out earlier, and the moment you sit down, you can’t help but curiously look over the detailed foam art on your beverage again.

And by the time Dabi finally returns from the ‘Employee’s Only’ room to help the grumpy guest in line, he glances over just in time to catch you hesitantly raising the cup to your lips.

#fanfic post #fanfic #mha fanfic #touya todoroki #touya dabi todaroki #mha dabi #dabi #damn i really wrote mha fanfic huh?#the 3 followers i have are gonna be so confused #minors dont read #minors dont look #dabi x reader #mha coffee shop au

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fattestwriting · 2 years ago

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YOU, yes YOU, the mun of this blog, with a blobby body bigger than the sun, and the hunger of a black hole, and the desire to turn everything around you into an endless ocean of your own piss, shit, and cum~

"Huh? What? This ask is absurd. Do people really not realize this stuff isn't real?"

Without a second thought, R-

"What the fuck was that!"

She turned around fervently, trying to find where the voice was coming from, only to realize-

"No, no way! I am not being narrated right now, that stuff isn't real! I must be drea-"

But Roxy's words had been cut off, as the ask took effect upon her body. She suddenly felt the pounds gaining on her body, pouring onto her like a bowl of lard. She quickly burst out of the home she had lived in, expanding rapidly.

The trans girl's body used to be small. She was 6'1", much to her shagreen, and she sported a pot belly that stuck out an inch or so from her chubby body with a muffin top that did the same around her sides. She had had small bingo arms, a blobby pelvis, chair filling thighs, a tights busting ass, chubby cheeks, and an average gock, but that was all gone, replaced with a much more cosmic version of herself.

She was now bigger than the sun, with all of her ever-churning balls, plump adipose riddled ass cheeks, and perky pear shaped tits each being the size of the gas ball. Her stomach had ballooned massively, with her blobby form being over 20 times the Suns size, without even accounting for her 10x the sun sized neck and solar system spanning cock.

"Oh FUCK me this feels so good,,,"

The lowly Tumblr writer had forgotten all about the voice in her head, about the absurdity of the situation, about anything other than her sheer size and the sexual pleasure she got from it. Her cock was harder than it had ever been, reaching light years in size, in both girth and length. Her pre soaked every galaxy she was facing before she even had a chance to think about cumming... Or her now very hungry stomach. It growled ferociously, informing her she needed to eat, now. She started with the Earth, if for no reason than sentimental value, but as she approached she felt small bumps hitting her jiggly fat.

"Aw, how cute! They've achieved world peace, by teaming together to launch every nuke at me! Not like that'll save them~"

And so, she finally beg- Hey! Hey what are you- You can't be in here! Uh, yes I can? It's my Tumblr blog. Get the fuck outta here guy, or I'll add you to the menu. Jesus, the gaul of some people. BBWWWUUUAAARRRPPP. Anyways, I finally began to eat the Earth, which consisted of a single slurp, which also happened to suck in the moon. As they continued to bombard my belly with nuclear missiles, I couldn't help but get a lil bloated! So-

*PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHBBBBBBB*

I let loose a cosmic wave of flatulence that destroyed the entire galaxy! Which sucked ass, because I was still super hungry, but was just the most arousing shit imaginable, so I came! And as the cum filled the entire universe, it eventually came to me, all of the mass in the universe being taken straight to me by my own tidal wave of cum. So, naturally, I drank all of it, putting all of my own cum and every piece of matter in the universe into my belly. Over the next couple minutes, I finished off any scraps until it was finally just me against the edge of the universe.

Literally, it was pressing up against me, with my dick stretching it out noticeably, literally warping reality around it's immensity. But all that cum and all that mass had made me really need to go to the bathroom... So I did! I began spewing shit across the wall of the universe, as remnants of the universe was sticking out of my shit. At the same time, I released a tidal wave of piss that was yellow as the sun and reeked just as bad as my shit. Within seconds, I was surrounded by nothing but the warm blanket of an infinite amount of my own shit and piss, a feeling so damn hot that I came on the spot, stopping my piss flow so I could shoot out an entire universe worth of cum, which, naturally, finally broke the universal barrier.

As soon as I was in the multi verse, I realized something... Every character I'd ever read or written breaking the barriers of a universe was here. All of them. And they were fat as ever~ And so, I did as anyone would do in my situation... I got to work eating every universe and universe puncturing character (and sometimes IRL friend), shitting out the extra as I went. By the time I was done, it was once again me pressing up against the edge of the universe surrounded by my own shit, but unlike last time, I was still full. So I pushed. I pushed and released the biggest log of shit yet, one bigger than my entire body, the one which finally broke the multiversal barrier... Only to realize. This process was infinite.

And so I ate again, shat again, and kept going. Forever. I'm reaching you from there now. I've broken through over a trillion barriers, and I can't even begin to imagine how big I am in comparison to whatever universe gets this. The characters had stopped showing up a while ago, because I truly never dreamed this big, but I did notice a blob the same size as me in the distance, also covered in their own shit... I wonder.

#fwstory #fwfavs

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snowmuttgetsweird · 2 years ago

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3/5/23 CW: Abuse/Trauma mention kinda? ADHD stuff, anxiety stuff, "The Bluey Post."

Last couple days have been okay. I've been learning to manage the panic attacks better. I didn't actually have one today- I kinda had a smaller episode yesterday, but I put on some Bluey and it turns out to be like, magic anti-panic attack medicine. Who knew.

Some people have heard me say (seen me type?) before that after watching Zootopia, I didn't want to FUCK Clawhauser; I just wanted to be his friend. My first real furry crush was Alex the Lion from Madagascar- just a bright, bouncy, funny, silly, charming character that loved to perform and loved people- bonus points for having huge bappy manimal paws and big chompy teeth. This is going somewhere, I promise.

I feel like there's this positivity vacuum in my life that makes me a sucker for hyper-pure characters and content, like it artificially fills some kind of void that makes me wish I were a part of it in an earnest and genuine way.

Bluey has been like... The greatest expression of that feeling. I love watching Bluey never stop being bossy because she gets away with it nine times out of ten due to her shear charisma. I love watching Bingo constantly challenged to fight for attention and respect, and ultimately succeeding. I love watching the chaos that unfolds literally any time that Muffin is on-screen. I love the way Bandit genuinely loves his daughters and does everything in his power to spend time with them and indulge them, even if it's not always on his preferred terms. I love the storyboarding, the subtle hints at deeper trauma across the cast, the relatability of the characters.

I remember before ever seeing the show, I saw a clip of Jack on Twitter. Why can't you sit still? Why can't you remember anything? Why can't you just do what you're told? He stops fidgeting for a moment and really thinks about it and says, sadly:

"... I don't know."

I cried to that clip- hard- because that moment with Jack was my entire childhood and was the most I ever related to a character. It was the most I had ever seen of myself on a TV show packed into three words uttered by a cartoon jack russell terrier that couldn't remember his god damn hat.

Every day of my life, my dad yelled and screamed at me asking why I couldn't do these simple things he asked me to do and all I could say was "I don't know." Sometimes he'd scream it back at me at the top of his lungs in that condescending slurred "pretending to be special needs" tone, mocking me.

My third grade teacher tried to tell my parents "Chris is very smart but has a difficult time staying on task and participating in class- I think that Chris may be struggling with ADHD" and my mom jumped down her throat for suggesting her son could have been anything less than perfect. She didn't attend parent teacher conferences anymore after that. Where dad was hard on me, mom coddled me and kept me "under [her] wing" as dad would say.

I grew up "smart" and "gifted" but "lazy" and "unmotivated," bullshitting and last-minute-ing my way through school, flopping upwards and somehow convincing everyone I was everything they thought I was.

I'm not medicated or diagnosed and I can't afford to be, but I KNOW I'm ADHD. Seeing the way other people struggle and relating to it all- the time blindness, the hyper-focus, the terrible working memory, the difficulty managing emotions, the executive dysfunction, the rambling- yes I know I'm doing it right now, sorry- all of it and more.

At THAT moment, seeing Jack internally question why he can't do all these simple things really endeared me to the character, and I knew I wanted to watch Bluey for more than just lusting after Bandit (god help me he's still so fucking ideal). When I actually watched the show and reached that episode, I was floored by just how beautifully and subtly the show straight up teaches kids about ADHD without ever mentioning it.

Rusty involves Jack in a game that challenges every debilitating aspect of his neurodivergency, and Jack succeeds in every event based on the three motivational pillars of ADHD: Urgency, Novelty, and Personal Interest. If you think of motivation as a bridge, those three things make up the planks you step across, and if any or all of them are missing, it's MUCH harder for someone with ADHD to stay invested in the task at hand and follow through from start to finish without struggling along the way. It's a game, so there's novelty. Jack wants to make a good impression on Rusty, so there's personal interest. In the last part of the game, they need that dust off NOW, so there's your urgency. All three allow Jack to overcome his poor working memory (difficulty remembering multiple pieces of information across short periods of time), his inability to sit still, and his executive dysfunction (inability to actively prioritize what your brain decides to focus its attention on). The episode is just extremely well researched. Fun fact, did you know there's a prominent, internationally recognized authority in the field of ADHD research named Russell Barkley? Coincidence? I think not!

Obviously I got off-track and rambled a bit and now I'm mentally spent, but all I mean to say is that Bluey is a really, overwhelmingly beautiful and cozy show and I'm extremely thankful to have it in my life. It is genuinely beautiful artistically and the animators are given a lot of opportunity to flex their creativity. There's a lot to love but that first episode with Jack was the one that really sold me on it.

It's about 1:30 AM now, I've got a pot roast I've gotta get in the slow cooker in the morning, and I think I'm more prone to panic attacks when I'm sleep-deprived, so I'm gonna try to maneuver around this cat that's leaned up against my thigh and go to sleep.

I don't know if anyone is actually reading these, but I kinda like typing them either way.

Night.

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ellezem · 6 months ago

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1. Hope

2. prefer not to answer :) (minor)

3. August 15th

4. Leo

5. Yellow or purple idk

6. 12

7. 4 (2 cats 2 dogs used to have a frog)

8. The U.S. (too specific)

9. 5’1

10. 7-8

11. A lot lmao

12. I got an award for being a fat pig

13. I act and sing and draw

14. Idk I like to think I’m empathetic

15. Stand by me by Ben E. King or any David Bowie, Black Sabbath, or Metallica

16. But I’m a Cheerleader or Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

17. I don’t really have one, I just fall in love?

18. Probably not

19. Nope and my extended family can suck it up

20. I’m not sure, i say I’m agnostic so I’m kinda open to everything

21. Yes but my brain blocks out traumatic memories

22. Not that I can remember

23. I went to the tommyinnit “how to be a millionaire tour” (I didn’t meet him but it’s the closest thing I’ve got)

24. Showers, I don’t like sitting in water

25. I’m not wearing socks but the socks I was wearing earlier didn’t match. One was white with a rainbow and one was fnaf

26. Locally and I’ve been in the news but I’ve never been famous

27. Yeah I just want to be remembered

28. Depends on my mood but literally everything (as long at they’re not problematic)

29. No

30. 4 but a LOT of stuffies and blankets and my cat

31. Side/sprawl/ball

32. 3 bath, 3 bed, living, kitchen, garage, basement.

33. Nothing or half a muffin

34. No

35. Nerf archery lmao

36. Vanilla

37. Slut or whore

38. 20 hrs

39. Skin picking/eczema scars, sh, scraped knees.

40. Yeah

41. No

42. No

43. Yeah

44. Not too strong but it’s kinda a mix of a bunch of things

45. English/British

46. Infp-a

47. My bubbline jacket or my rainbow platforms

48. Yeah

49. Weird question but innie

50. Right

51. Yes

52. Popcorn or cherries

53. Pizzelles

54. Depression room (messy)

55. That’s so real or I’m gonna kms

56. Ya’ll

57. 30-45 mins

58. Not really

59. Bite, I don’t like keeping things in my mouth

60. Yes, it’s creepy

61. Yes I’m a theatre kid

62. I would say I’m pretty okay

63. That I’ll be forgotten or unlovable

64. I don’t mean to be but I think I am

65. Literally any marvel movie <3

66. Idc but I have short

67. I know where each one goes but I can’t name them off the top of my head

68. Writing or reading (as long as I’m writing/reading about something I like)

69. I’m a loud introvert

70. No

71. Everything

72. I used to be but I’ve stopped caring for my saftey

73.I’m afraid to but I will sometimes

74. Yes, literally everywhere

75. No, I’m not like that

76. I guess

77. 👀

78. I’ve taking unprescribed and random pills but no, not unless I’m in pain and someone gave me something.

79. Real? Or straight agenda? Because straight agenda me liked this guy cody I think was his name but real was this girl Dolly

80. Regular Ears but I want more

81. Yes

82. Like 38 characters per minute

83. Mile in 14 mins (I hate running)

84. REALLY dark brown (I’ve dyed it a million times)

85. Same as hair

86. I have a low acidic tolerance meaning my mouth swells when I eat pineapple and kiwi (I do it anyways no one can stop me)

87. It’s helpful to but I usually forget so sometimes I’ll just write down something in my notes

88. My mom teaches permanent hair removal (electrolysis) and has been doing it since she was 16. My dad works for her.

89. No I’m the youngest in my grade and it sucks

90. The world, the U.S., bigots, abuse, attention seeking

91. Nope that’s why I go by my middle name (my first name is pretty it’s just not ME)

92. Yes but I don’t want kids. I like zeffir, Asher, David.

93. I wouldn’t care, I don’t want kids.

94. Volume, fake confidence, talking.

95. People, stage fright, crowds, vomit, bugs.

96. My mom like the name Elizabeth but didn’t like the nickname Lizzie so she went with the Italian alternative.

97. 🤷🤷🤷

98. Didn’t you ask this question?

99. Grey

100. I paint murals on my walls but underneath it’s white.

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP AHHHH

1. What is you middle name? 2. How old are you? 3. When is your birthday? 4. What is your zodiac sign? 5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way? 15. Favorite song? 16. Favorite movie? 17. Who would be your ideal partner? 18. Do you want children? 19. Do you want a church wedding? 20. Are you religious? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 24. Baths or showers? 25. What color socks are you wearing? 26. Have you ever been famous? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 28. What type of music do you like? 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 31. What position do you usually sleep in? 32. How big is your house? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 34. Have you ever fired a gun? 35. Have you ever tried archery? 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39. Do you have any scars? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 41. Are you a good liar? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 44. Do you have a strong accent? 45. What is your favorite accent? 46. What is your personality type? 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 48. Can you curl your tongue? 49. Are you an innie or an outie? 50. Left or right handed? 51. Are you scared of spiders? 52. Favorite food? 53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? 55. Most used phrased? 56. Most used word? 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 60. Do you talk to yourself? 61. Do you sing to yourself? 62. Are you a good singer? 63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 66. Do you like long or short hair? 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 68. Favorite school subject? 69. Extrovert or Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 71. What makes you nervous? 72. Are you scared of the dark? 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 74. Are you ticklish? 75. Have you ever started a rumor? 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 77. Have you ever drank underage? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 79. Who was your first real crush? 80. How many piercings do you have? 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ 82. How fast can you type? 83. How fast can you run? 84. What color is your hair? 85. What color is your eyes? 86. What are you allergic to? 87. Do you keep a journal? 88. What do your parents do? 89. Do you like your age? 90. What makes you angry? 91. Do you like your own name? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? 94. What are you strengths? 95. What are your weaknesses? 96. How did you get your name? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? 98. Do you have any scars? 99. Color of your bedspread? 100. Color of your room?

#wow this took a long time #about me #lol #this was fun I guess #thank you

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shezanca · 3 months ago

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gennie123 · 2 years ago

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6 WAYS TO MAKE YOUR CAKES WITH EASY BAKE MIXES FOR VALENTINES DAY

Easy bake mixes are a quick and easy way to make delicious cakes in your very own kitchen. These mixes are perfect for those who want to make cakes without having to go through the hassle of measuring out ingredients and mixing them together. With easy bake mixes, all you have to do is add buttermilk, oil and you're ready to bake!

Here are 6 ways to make cakes with easy bake mixes:

1.Use Plattered Real Bean Vanilla Cake Mix (eggless) and make Tiramisu Cake

1. Make a tin greased and lined. Oven: Preheat to 180 °C. As directed on the container, combine the Real Bean Vanilla Cake Mix with the Buttermilk and Oil.

2. After transferring, bake the prepared tin for about 30 minutes, or until brown.

3. After baking, leave to cool. Mascarpone cream should be folded until smooth to prepare the filling.

4. The next layer of cake is placed on top of the first layer of cream mixture, which has been generously dusted with cocoa powder.

5. For a classic appearance, place your tiramisu cake in the refrigerator and finish with a final dusting of cocoa powder before serving.

2.Use Plattered Instant Choco Chunk Cookie Mix (eggless) and make Cookie Cups

1. Grease a muffin pans or some metal cups sparingly.

2. Oven: Preheat to 180 °C. As directed on the package, prepare the Plattered Double Choco Chunk Cookie Mix.

3. Scoop the cookie batter, flatten it into cup shapes, and bake for 12 minutes.

4. If necessary, gently reshape the cups after baking while they're still warm.

5. Melted chocolate should be brushed into each cup's inside before being chilled until firm. In your edible cup, sip your preferred milk or indulge in a generous serving of ice cream!

3.Use Plattered Whole Wheat Brownie Mix (Wholesome) and make Oreo Brownies

1. Keep oven to 180C for preheating. Line and grease a 6-inch square pan. Blend the oil, buttermilk, and Whole Wheat Brownie Mix.

2. Only combine in a bowl until there are no lumps left.

3. Put a few Oreos in the preheated pan. Pour and properly distribute the batter.

4. Add some Oreos, whole or crumbled. A toothpick inserted should come out clean after 20 to 25 minutes of baking. 15 minutes should pass before eating.

4.Use Plattered CLASSIC COMBO Vanilla & Chocolate and make Strawberry Cake with Vegan Buttercream Frosting

1. Remove everything from the Vanilla & Chocolate CLASSIC COMBO mix. In a big bowl. Oil and Buttermilk should be combined until a smooth batter is created.

2. Fill the tins evenly with batter, and bake for about 25 to 30 minutes, or until a spear inserted comes out clean.

3. Set apart for cooling. Add the Butter to a bowl and beat until it is creamy to make the buttercream frosting. Condensed milk and vanilla extract should be added, then mixed thoroughly.

4. Spread another thin layer of frosting on the top and edges before covering with the second cake layer.

5. Your buttercream should be piped in a spiral from the centre outward.

6. From the base to the top layer, pipe straight lines for the sides. Continue until all four sides are covered. Before serving, garnish with additional strawberry slices and chill for a while. Enjoy!

5. Plattered Whole Wheat Carrot Cake Mix & Brownie Mix (eggless) and make Persimmon Crunch Cake

1. Heat the oven to 180°C and prepare a 6" round cake pan by covering the edges with parchment paper.

2. Oil and Buttermilk should be combined with the carrot cake mix until there are no lumps.

3. One large Hachiya-variety persimmon should be mashed and added to the batter.

4. Add the dry fruit and nuts, then gently fold everything in.

5. Add extra chopped nuts on top and transfer to the prepared baking dish. If using a toothpick, bake for about 60 minutes or until it comes out clean. Slice and eat warm after at least 20 minutes of resting.

6. Use Plattered | Hot Chocolate Mix (Vegan Friendly) and make hot chocolate drink

1. This easy hot chocolate mix is perfect for those who want to make a delicious, hot chocolate drink.

2. The mix is vegan friendly and made with real cocoa powder, giving it a rich and decadent chocolate flavor. To make the drink, simply add milk to the mix and stir until well combined.

3. You can also add your own personal touch to the drink by adding sweeteners or spices such as cinnamon or nutmeg.

All of the above easy bake mixes are perfect for those who are short on time or who are looking for an easy and convenient way to make cakes. Each mix comes with a set of instructions, so you can be sure that your cakes will turn out perfectly every time. Additionally, all of the mixes are made with high-quality ingredients, ensuring that your cakes will taste delicious and be healthy for you.

In conclusion, easy bake mixes are a great way to make delicious cakes in your own kitchen. Whether you are looking for a vegan-friendly option, a small personal-sized cake, a wholesome cake, a classic combo, a whole wheat cake or a hot chocolate drink, there is an easy bake mix for you. With easy bake mixes, you can make cakes quickly and easily without having to go through the hassle of measuring out ingredients and mixing them together. So, next time you want to make a cake, give easy bake mixes a try and see how easy and delicious it can be.

Try out one of the easy bake mixes mentioned above and enjoy the delicious taste and ease of making a cake at home. Don't forget to add your personal touch to the mix and share your creations with us. Happy baking!

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littlebearbigchub · 2 years ago

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Fantasizing about a relationship where criticism of my weight is central.

We meet online where I lure him in with pics of me at my thinnest. He doesn't know that I've been struggling to get my abs back since those pictures were taken, that everytime I manage to drop a pound or two I rebound into binges that have the scale ticking up in fits and spurts. When we meet in person I've managed to lean down enough to avoid accusations of straight up catfishing, but I've been laying in on thick about how I've just been temporarily distracted lately from my fitness routine by work and my body will be back in peak condition soon. Its actually serendipitous though, because he works in the fitness industry and he's itching for a project to work on that he has complete control over. At his job as a personal trainer, all his clients fail because they don't have the self discipline he utilizes to maintain his perfect body - he can't stop them from skipping their workouts or binging on donuts. But by dating someone he's coaching he has the opportunity to completely control their diet and gym time, and he's confident he can whip me into shape in no time and start using me to promote his business.

He takes extensive photos of my "before" body. Posing me so I look even flabbier than I actually am, all with the goal of emphasizing how fit and muscular I'm going to be in comparison later. I'm particularly embarrassed the little muffin top my tight pants make so I'm desperately grateful for his help. By the time we'd met, I was getting into a dangerous place. I'd started to really flirt with the idea of just letting myself go - I'd been failing for so long to achieve the lean the body I idealized that I wondered if I shouldn't just give up and lean into my shameful impulses. The intensity of the shame of standing there before him and seeing the number on the tape measure that he slung around my waist has my eyes bugging hard enough out of my head though to shut those thoughts down though. For all I'd thought myself comfortable with my chub in private or sharing in anonymously on the internet, for all the self-work I thought I'd done unpacking internalized fatphobia - standing in real life infront of this Greek god who's not into fat feeling like a pudgy little boy in comparison has me euphoric, gulping down shame like water after a 10 mile run.

We fall in love and he pays attention to every single thing I put in my mouth. Everyday, I know he's watching, judging my choices. He's constantly exacerbated by how oblivious I seem to be about what it takes to maintain visible abs. Reminding me constantly that I have a calorie limit and macro goals to adhere too, repeatedly catching me with junk in my hands or my head in the fridge when I'm meant to be cutting. He takes candid photos of the extra pudge I can't seem to ever shed peeking out of my clothes in unflattering ways to show me why I need to be more diligent. Everything about the relationship is perfect except that we constantly fight about my weight and how I'm not supporting him and his business by being dedicated enough to his regiments for me. I cry, genuinely wishing I had the self-control to achieve the sort of body we both want for me.

But there's no help for me. His scrutiny is the only thing preventing me from blowing up into a real chub, and he secretly loves to remind me what we both know deep down, but refuse to practically acknowledge: at the end of the day, I'm nothing but a fat pig and that's never gonna change.

#gaining #gay gainer #fat belly #fat humiliation #exjock #fatboy #getting bigger #wg story #wg text

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theyanderespecialist · 2 months ago

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FEMME MAN (Scenario/Headcanon) Yandere SirDust X FemmeMan Trans Male Reader (Hazbin Hotel)

Hey so I'm really shy about these types of things so I'll get straight to the point of my request!

If not this then maybe some base Headcanons + traits SirDust x Trans Man Listener then. Thank you for your time if you read this.

PLEASE ENJOY THIS!]

-Yandere Headcanons With Yandere Sir Pentious X Femme Man Trans Male Reader X Yandere Angel Dust-

.Sir Pentious and Angel Dust are dating in this and have been for a few months.

.They met you at a Halloween party, fell in love with you immediately, and became obsessed with you almost instantly.

.Angel dust would be really good with giving you your shots of T

.While Sir Pentious is a bit more nervous about it.

.They are both protective and they would not tolerate anyone misgendering you or mistreating you.

.Angel Dust is the one to blow their heads off and Sir Pentious is the one to pull you away to safety.

.But Surprisingly Sir Pentious is the more vengeful and would bring out the war machine to make the one who had misgendered or mistreated you pay.

.Since you are a femme man, they love to work out with you, but also get you so many dresses and skirts and outfits.

.Sir Pentious was the one who would get you old-time dresses from the Victorian time or even the Edwardian time.

.He would even get you custom-made corsetes.

.Angel Dust loves crossdressing with you and you two end up going shopping for dresses and outfits.

.They would have a healthy sex life with you.

.They are very supportive of the body you want even when you do not want top surgery.

.You are still their man and they love you no matter how femme you are.

.They would deal with rivals by killing them and making sure that they do not get in the way of their love for you.

.They would confess to you after dating you for a month.

.If you say yes? They are over the moon and you all would have a three-way.

.If you turn them down they are going to kidnap you until they can make you love them.

(The Snake, The Spider, and The Femme Man Maid) (Yandere SirDust Sharing)

(No One's POV)

"Hey sexy, why don't you come and have some fun with us." Pig number one says. "Sorry, but I am Jewish, I don't eat pork." You tell them.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

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Their Femme Man🏳‍⚧Yandere SirDust X Femme Man Trans Man Listener (Hazbin)

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willowfolksong · 3 years ago

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- Atsumu Miya x Reader

- SFW; Angst

The coffee is nice. Not to sweet, not to bitter either. It's also just the right temperature. Not burning your tongue is always a bonus. The little mug where it came is very pretty too, and you make a mental note to take a picture before you leave, to save it and see if you can find something similar at the store.

You look up in time to realize that you're more busy paying attention to a mug of coffee than to your date. He's joking about something— something you probably should know by now, since you've been sitting there for more than an hour. So you nod, smiling lightly— the polite amount, just enough for him not to notice that you don't actually know what he's saying— and then silently vow to pay more attention.

The bell on the door announces a new customer. You try to ignore it, to keep looking at your date's eyes— but once again you're unable to find anything there.

So you look towards the counter, and see him. Frozen, just like your hands around the mug.

Atsumu's looking straight at you.

"What's wrong with ya? Move" Osamu tells him, annoyed by Atsumu sudenly stopping.

"She's here"

Osamu doesn't needs to follow his brother's gaze to know who 'she' is.

He knows it's you.

Who else could it be? There's still a little velvet box burning a hole in one of his brother's drawers, perpetually waiting for your hand.

"Let's just go then" he says, but Atsumu shakes his head and, as if in trance, walks towards the counter, placing both of his hands on top. Osamu follows reluctantly, torn between waving at you or just ignore you too.

There's a slight tremor on his brother voice when he talks again, barely noticeable but there "What do ya want?"

"'Tsumu" Osamu calls him. Atsumu ignores him, eyes strained on the chalkboard on the wall with the offers of the day"Let's just leave. For real"

"No. We'll stay and order somethin' and maybe sit down or whatever"

"I'm not goin' to sit down on a table right next to your ex"

Atsumu tenses, swallowing what Osamu can only guess is his own anger "Don't call her that" he growls, teeth clenched.

"It's what she is" Osamu tries, eyeing the guy coming to take their order "And she's here on a date with another guy"

Atsumu glances behind him at that, eyes following the way your shaking hand takes the cup to your lips. The guy in front of you won't stop talking, but you don't say anything.

He clenches his fists "Who the hell is that?"

"Hi!" the guy from the shop chirps, coming to stand by the register "Welcome to our shop! Do you guys know what you want to order, or would you like to see the menu? We have our special offers for the day on the chalkchalkboard here!"

Osamu nods, still eyeing his brother wearily "Yeah, two black coffees to go. And ahm..." Atsumu changes his weight from one foot to another, and Osamu is suddenly scared of what he could do "What kind of muffins do ya have here?"

"Well, we have some very good chocolate ones, and also..."

"One of those, yeah. That'll be good"

The guy nods, smiling, and goes to fetch their order.

"I could kill him" Atsumu mumbles, glancing at the ground then back at you over his shoulder.

Osamu shakes his head "Yeah, no. Don't say that. That ain't good"

"But would ya help me?" Atsumu adds "If I decided to"

Osamu looks at your date for a moment, before looking at his brother again, little smile in place "Yeah, we could take him"

"It's just..." Atsumu seems at lost for words, and actually has to close his eyes for a few seconds before being able to keep talking. His voice is trembling even more then "Why would she do this? She knows I love her. How can she just do this? If he touches her while we're here I swear..."

"She's just tryin' to move forward, 'Tsumu. Just like ya should"

Atsumu punches the counter then, glaring daggers at Osamu "I don't wanna move forward"

The guy from the store comes back with their order in that moment, glancing at Atsumu's fist and then at Osamu, smile now a bit forced.

"Here you go"

Osamu has to physically drag Atsumu out of the coffee shop and even then, he looks back at the shop trought the window until it disappears from sight. Only then he tears his gaze away to look at the coffee resting on his hands.

"That's not even the coffee she likes, ya know" he says quietly, only a watery whisper.

Osamu pretends that he's talking like he always does "Really?"

"She likes fluffy stuff, with whipped cream" a pause, and Atsumu clears his throat "I remember"

You leave the coffee shop in haste after the Miya Twins are gone, apologizing to your date and making up excuses about having to finish something from work. The walk to your appartament is torture, and opening the door and coming face to face with the little frame you still haven't put away of you and Atsumu taking a selfie, it's just the cherry on top.

You go to bed that night feeling like a wreck, and when the morning comes, going to work is the hardest thing to do.

You arrive at your office with a sigh, pushing some locks of hair behind your ears and rubbing your eyes.

And then you see, sitting patiently on your desk: a cup of coffee to go.

You grab it to read the paper plastered to it, detailing the ingredients. It's your ideal whipped coffee foam iced latte, with absolutely everything you like in it.

You close your eyes. Only one person comes to your mind.

He remembers.

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