#ginger drew ale

[mariasont]

They Think I'm Pregnant - A.H

a/n: i feel like this is kind of shitty but alas here we are!

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: the team thinks you're pregnant and you decide to have a little fun with it

warnings: reader is not preggers promise!, honestly the team gossiping is so lol, suggestive content per usual

wc: 1.3k

"I mean she has been kind of moody lately."

The gasp that rose in your surprise was quickly smothered as you pressed yourself against the wall, pushing into it as if that would make you invisible somehow.

"Well, interestingly enough, there has been considerable growth in her chest area. It's due to elevated levels of estrogen and progesterone, which I've noticed with her." Spencer stopped abruptly, the sound of Morgan's muffled laughter in the background. "I'm not saying I make a habit of such observations. Okay, um, don't tell Hotch I said that."

Casting a skeptical eye down your shirt, your frown deepened. Sure, your boobs had grown, but that was a testament to a little happy relationship weight, not the fodder of their theories. 

"Nice one, kid," came Rossi's voice, and you could almost see the smirk on his face.

"Oh my gosh, guys, this is like, the best news ever! A mini-agent in the making! Can you imagine how cute she's going to be? I'm going to get her the cutest  outfits!"

"Garcia, how do you know it's going to be a girl? Did the baby send you a text?"

The baby? Was rational thought absent among them? It must be. You crossed your arms defensively.

"Okay, maybe we should pump the breaks everyone. Why do we even think she's pregnant in the first place?"

JJ—your voice of reason. You could kiss the ground she walked on.

"I'm just putting two and two together. She walked out, and there was a pregnancy test in the trash that wasn't there before."

Your eyebrows drew down, and the increasing shuffle from the room prompted you to make a beeline for Hotch's office before anyone saw you snooping. But in your defense, Emily snooped first.

The moment the door clicked shut, you lunged for the blinds, bypassing any attempt at a greeting with Aaron. The blinds clattered shut, so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash.

"Honey, what are you—?"

His words hung unfinished as you whirled around, pressing your pointer finger to your lips as if he were a kindergartner about to walk down the hall.

"They think I'm pregnant!" you hissed indignantly, jabbing a finger toward the door as if it were a portal to the rumor mill itself.

His face drained of color as his eyes darted from your face, down to your stomach, and finally rested on your tits. "Are you?"

You slapped his shoulder. "No!"

"Then why do they think that?"

You recounted every piece of evidence  they had collected, giving special attention to Spencer's bodily hypothesis as a subtle form of retaliation.

"He said what?"

You laughed, draping your arms around his neck as you made yourself at home on his lap. He leaned back in his chair, arranging you so your legs were stretched out across his lap.

"Focus," you said desperately. "They think I'm pregnant."

"Sweetheart," he chuckled, his hands finding their way to your waist. "Does it really matter what they're assuming?"

Your lower lip jutted out, fingers threading through your hair as you mulled it over.

"You're a genius." Your arms were around him in an instant once again, leaving a big, messy kiss on his cheek as you hopped down from his lap and strode towards the door.

Who cares if that's what they think?

So, you devoted your day to your greatest talent: stirring the pot. If they were set on believing you were pregnant, why should you interfere? Better yet, why not enjoy their theories and have some fun along the way?

You pulled every trick in the book.

In the morning, you bolted from the briefing room with a hand clamped over your mouth, you later reappeared, ginger ale and crackers in tow--which you knew JJ would understand. No one said a word.

In the afternoon, you turned up your nose when Emily offered you coffee, which in turn caused her eyes to bulge out of her head, but still she said nothing.

In the evening, you staged a sudden craving for the strangest of snacks, convincing Spencer of your dire need for pickles dipped in peanut butter. You sent him on a wild goose chase for it, and he did it, no questions asked.

All of these, as some would say--childish antics, lead to a big pile of nothing because no one was brave enough to just ask you.

So now that you were all gathered around Rossi's living room, with the day's efforts in vain, you were forced to drastic measures. 

The wine glass was mere inches from your lips when the whole lot of them were up in arms--a blabbering, spiraling mess.

Garcia, her mouth a perfect 'o' of scandalized red, was quick to wrestle it from your grasp, hoisting it just beyond reach as Morgan promptly confiscated it, placing it atop the tallest bookshelf, as if you were a child meddling with contraband.

"What are you thinking?"

"Are you crazy?"

"What are you doing?"

"Hotch, do you see this?"

Their words bombarded you all at once, a rapid-fire of overlapping sentences that was impossible to decipher. A giggle escaped you, hand instinctively rising to your lips. Sure, you had braced for a reaction, but this was beyond anything you had imagined.

You played dumb, your head canting to one side as your brows contracted. "What?"

You basked in Aaron's exasperated eye roll, his hands coming together as if in prayer while he let you revel in the moment. He was a good man.

"What do you mean what? I love you so much, but you have to be out of your mind," Garcia probed, her hands clutching on to her necklace as she looked side to side at the others.

You opened your mouth, ready to provoke her further, but Spencer beat you to it.

"Given the potential impact on blood volume and plasma osmolality, it's really not advised to drink alcohol, considering your condition," he said, fidgeting with his tie while nodding to your belly.

"What condition?"

"Oh, come on! We found your pregnancy test in the trash today!" This time it was Emily speaking, her hands on her hips as she gave you a knowing glance. She quickly muffled her exclamation. "Hold on, you've told Hotch, right? If not, I'm prepared to get on my hands and knees and beg for your forgiveness if necessary."

"You all are ridiculous!" you declared, rising from the couch and moving toward your abandoned wine. Aaron was quicker, offering the glass to you. "I'm not pregnant, and if you nosy nellies had bothered to ask rather than speculate, you'd know that.”

You took a large gulp of your wine. For emphasis. Your colleagues' mouth hung agape, all but Rossi, who smirked and toasted to the absurdity with his whiskey.

"You heard us?"

"Reid, let's just say, I'd appreciate if you would reserve those observational talents for the case files, not on my girlfriend's anatomy," Hotch suggested, the warmth of his hand seeping through the fabric at your back as he casually sipped his scotch.

You watched Reid's complexion turn a spectrum of pink hues, his apology barely above a whisper as laughter bubbled around us. 

"Wait so then whose pregnancy test did I find?" Emily's words caused a collective breath to catch, glances shifting suspiciously around the room.

JJ's hand shot up, laughing as Garcia barreled into her side, arms wrapping around her before she could even get the admittance out. The room buzzed with congratulatory cheers, everyone sharing hugs and kisses as JJ told the story.

Aaron chose that instant to lift his hand to his neck, his lips meeting yours in a kiss so gentle it turned your insides to jelly. He eased back, his breath mingling with yours as he mumbled, "you know, the idea of you pregnant...it's not something I'm opposed to."

You let out a soft giggle, nestling your head against his chest, the steady beat of his heart bleeding into your ear. Your gaze drifted to your friends, toasting with raised glasses--minus JJ--with laughter and chatter filling the air.

"Is that so? Cravings, mood, boobs and all?"

You felt the rumble of his chuckle through his chest, the sensation tingling against your cheek. "All of it."

Rising onto your toes, you reached up to cradle his ear, lips grazing lightly against it. "How about we head home and practice? And then if you put a ring on it, I’ll consider it.”

That was the first time you had Irish goodbye-d a party.

[ryemackerel]

Fizzy Sunrise / Ginger Ale for the masses <3 Matilda x Ell because one I love them and two they need more attention

MatEllda? Elltilda? I genuinely don’t know their ship name but have some awesome cool lesbians because I love them. I kind of came up with the Fizzy Sunrise idea on the spot and I’m in love with it.

Initially was gonna draw Ell and Edd being a very silly sister and brother duo, but then my partner and I thought I didn’t draw enough Ellsworld ships, so here is Ell x Matilda walking outside together <3 It’s probably summertime and they’re on a really cute date to buy drinks, maybe boba because I am astronomically obsessed with boba.

Drew this on top of one of my own photos from California! Caught a lot of cool pictures and scenery during my Christmas trip so I wanted to put them to good use. I was also inspired by nostalgic films and photos, early 2010s kinda vibe where I would always go on roadtrips as a kid during the summer :-] Really cool stuff.

[seat-safety-switch]

When I was a kid, the only silver lining of staying home sick was getting to watch daytime television. Yes, sure, I didn't have to go to school, but I was spending that not-school time being sick as hell instead of doing cool BMX stunts with my friends, which is what I would have preferred. Game shows helped salve that particular wound.

While chewing on saltine crackers and trying to drink the ginger ale that my mom had meticulously stirred the bubbles out of before heading off to her Narcotics Anonymous® meeting, I would try my best to follow the intricate rules of the shows. Luckily for me, the producers knew that they could never make things too complicated for the humble viewer, so being zooted out on cough syrup didn't even slow my comprehension down that much. And if nothing was going right and I didn't understand the show in my haze of contagion, I'd just do what the average person does when confronted with something that makes them feel dumb: push the "change channel" button.

Historians picking through the detritus of polite society have remarked on how impressive it is that the humble game show has survived to the present day in our increasingly fractalized entertainment landscape. Maybe to them, it is surprising that a competition over limited resources – but unlimited fame – is appealing to broad swaths of the great unwashed. To me, it makes complete sense. Getting to watch some relatively dumb-assed dude completely skunk an easy opening question on Wheel is great human drama in a bite-size portion. Even though I'm not smart enough to get all these other literate questions, I would have definitely been able to spell "chalupa," what a moron.

Do I watch game shows now? No, absolutely not. I don't have a television anymore. And before you think I'm one of those folks who brags about it, come on over to my place. I don't have electricity, either. When I get sick nowadays, the only way I can entertain myself is by going out into the back yard and seeing which squirrel is willing to take a peanut out of my hand. Sometimes I like to put on my announcer voice, and then pretend I'm Pat Sajak, or on my weaker days, Drew Carey. That additional entertainment helps make up for the fact that I arbitrarily decide which squirrel goes hungry for reasons that are unclear even to me.

[world-of-wales]

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[talshiargirlfriend]

Babes, please tell me I absolutely do not need or want to write an AU fake dating fic with SpecialAgent!T’Pol…

The likelihood of me following through is incredibly low so I’m just going to put this here:

“You’re gonna act tipsy? And come home with me tonight?” he stared at his dance partner in shock.

“Slightly impaired, yes. As will you. To aid in the appearance of a ‘whirlwind romance.’”

Trip blinked. Was it possible to hear air quotes?

“No way. I am not taking a drunk Vulcan home.”

“I will not act drunk, merely slightly more emotionally demonstrative than is typical,” T’Pol clarified.

“I’m not sure humans will understand the subtlety there, darlin’. They’re gonna think I took advantage of you. You’ll just have to succumb to my charm, I’m afraid,” he flashed her a smile.

“And you think people will believe you charmed a Vulcan into engaging in a sexual relationship with you?” She did not look convinced.

He cocked his head to the side and ran his tongue along his bottom lip slowly, “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

She stumbled a step but her recovery was so quick he only noticed it due to the slight increase in pressure of her hand in his. Were all Vulcans this graceful, or was this just another area in which T’Pol was particularly impressive?

“You have mated with a Vulcan?” she asked in an intense whisper.

He leaned in close enough to speed up her pulse as well as the rumours that were already circulating before murmuring against her ear, “Well, no, but I had you going, and you’re a lot more skeptical than most folks.”

Her brows drew together in disapproval, “You needn’t mock me, Charles. I am simply attempting to provide an effective cover for my continued presence at your side, for your own safety.”

“Hey, I’ve told you, it’s Trip, and I’m not making fun of you. I just don’t think it’s that far-fetched that we could have gotten attached after working together these past few weeks. You’re brilliant and beautiful, and I have it on good authority that I ‘possess some positive attributes,’” he did his best impression of her dry delivery.

She pressed her lips together in amusement, “You do.”

“C’mon then, let’s take a break.” His breath stirred her hair as he whispered, “I’ll buy you a ginger ale and we’ll convince everyone here you want to go home with me stone cold sober.”

Dark eyes met blue, and it was a very convincing act.

“Very well.”

[therapardalis]

[Half-assed barely plotted thing for @templeofvengeance.]

Petrie Museum of Egyptian Archeology ... evening ...

Thera couldn't deny she'd been looking forward to this. Ever since the word had come around of a new visiting exhibit she'd been keeping a weather eye open, quietly using her credentials to gain access to the research department and, by the time the prize of the collection arrived no-one really noticed her sticking around after dark.

But now the familiar sarcophagus lay in pride of place in the main hall, its legendary golden Tablet behind the protective ropes alongside. Thera took a second to check over her shoulder to ensure that the security guards weren't around, then popped her head around the door. "Hey, kiddo," A call and a whisper all at once as she slipped into the otherwise quiet hall, "welcome back to merry England." She held up a bottle of ginger ale, "I brought you something for the jet lag."

Silence.

" ... Ahk?" Eyes flicked to a window to confirm it was dark outside, and a frown began to form. While she wouldn't blame him for being unhappy to be there ... it was also very quiet all around. Huh ... Thera frowned, moved closer to the Tablet; maybe a key was out of line? With a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure she was alone, she reached over the rope barrier to touch the gold ... and snatched back as if stung.

That wasn't ... Not stopping to look again she climbed all the way over the rope, squinted at the Tablet close-range. The texture was wrong, the keys didn't move ... Thera drew back, brows low and an uncomfortable feeling in her gut.

This is a fake ...

[chrryblsssm]

❝     i     have     a     quiz     to     do     for     my     game     theory     class.     ❞     sisi     says     softly,     her     words     triggering     another     cough     as     she     buries     her     face     in     drew's     chest.     his     fingers     brush     through     her     hair     and     she     settles     down     a     bit,     arms     wrapping     around     him     a     little     tighter.     she'd     spent     the     weekend     babysitting     her     little     brother,     unbeknownst     to     anyone     that     he'd     brought     the     flu     home     from     a     play     date,     and     now     she     felt     miserable.     even     worse,     it     made     her     so     sad     to     think     rowan     was     sick     like     this,     too.     ❝     do     we     have     ginger     ale?     ❞

@heartfe1t

[heroofshield]

Whumpcember Day Two- Sickness (Clintasha, G, No Warnings)

@whumpcember

In hindsight Clint should have seen it coming.

They were in Amsterdam, trying to ferret out an arms dealer, and it was his first time in the city. Normally he was able to understand the layout of a place pretty quickly, but for some reason struggled with the numerous bridges and bicycle friendly layout. He'd be minding his own business on the sidewalk and then a bike would appear out of nowhere, nearly clipping him in the process while acting like he was the problem.

Tired and fully in a bad mood, Clint decided to return to the safe house and pulled out the burner to text Natasha that he was on his way.

--

Natasha heard the door to the safe house open and walked into the main room, pausing when she saw Clint. "What happened?" she asked, taking in his sodden appearance.

Clint shivered as water continued to drip down him and puddle on the floor. Drawing his arms across his chest, he chattered out, "Fell into the water."

"I can see that...but why?"

"Because...this goddamn city and it's 'bike only' bridges that aren't clearly marked!" Clint felt his cheeks heat up with the frustration he still felt and tried not to shiver even more but it was hard.

"Why don't you dry off before you get sick and I'll find a back-up outfit." Natasha said, disappearing for a moment and reappearing with a towel outstretched towards him.

Clint took the towel and started to dry his hair off. As he finished, a sneezed escaped and they both froze. "It's a just a sneeze, doesn't mean anything." he sniffed while wrapping the semi-wet towel over his back.

"Yeah." Natasha nodded as Clint squeaked his way through the apartment towards the bathroom.

--

Clint tried to stifle another sneeze but failed. Reaching for the box of tissues, he grabbed one and blew his nose for what seemed like the thousandth time. Blowing his nose, he threw the tissue away and leaned back against the pillows-hating that he was sick.

Feeling his face burning, Clint grimaced slightly as he swallowed and felt his sore throat protest at the action. Closing his eyes, he tried to relax and rest while Natasha was out but couldn't. Letting out a huff, he slowly got up and shuffled into the bathroom-hoping that another hot shower would loosen some of the congestion.

Natasha let herself into the safe house and heard the sound of running water. Setting the bag on the table, she starting checking the surveillance recordings as the water stopped and after a minute the door opened.

"Feel better?" she asked, partially taking off the headphones and semi-concentrating she scrubbed through the audio feeds.

Clint let out a grunt which was followed by a cough.

"I got some soup."

There was a pause, followed by a sniff.

"Chicken noodle. Actually found a cafe that had pretty decent reviews of it. Luckily we're here on a day when they serve it."

The sound of shuffling drew nearer and Natasha spared a glance to see a slightly haggard looking Clint going for the bag on the table. Pausing the recording and fully taking off the headphones, she stood while saying, "And some ginger ale. The bubbles will help with the congestion. Or at least that's what the internet says. Later I'll make some hot lemonade and honey if you want it."

Clint opened the soup container and closed his eyes as the warm steam wafted towards him. "Thanks." he rumbled out before taking a small sip.

Natasha let a small smile appear and placed a comforting hand on his back. "You're welcome."

[dimmadomeglobal]

how would lent deal with dale being pregnant

from ur latest post, i assume he was there during it

-💿🐞

Lent's not canon in the Dalepreg au; my brain just thought of that image and wouldn't rest until I drew it. But I kinda want him to be? I don't know, I'm thinking of making an au of that au just so I can slap Lent into it. In fact, a month or two ago, I already wrote a thing of Lent figuring out about Dale being pregnant and how he dealt with it.

It's incomplete and has maybe only a few hundred words. Note that it has mentions of sex, abortion, and pregnancy (obviously).

Read below if you wanna!

Lent had known from the beginning. From the way Dale's wavering attention grew into nausea into the retching that can be heard from the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom every morning. From his swings in mood, from his newfound pickiness when it comes to food, from his change in cologne. Lent had known he was pregnant. 

He knew it was a possibility from the beginning. Sure, Dale being on testosterone lowered the chances and the two of them were always careful- scratch that, almost always careful. Sometimes they forgoed the condom in their haste, sometimes Dale forgot to take the morning after pill.

Lent didn't make any comment on Dale's condition. He simply worked his way around it, keeping the cupboard stocked with ginger ale and adjusting Dale's food, trying to keep it bland. He knew it was still early, maybe Dale himself didn't know.

Right now, there was plenty of time. Dale could still get rid of it and the they could pretend it never happened.

Today, the two of them sit at the dining table, across from each other, sharing a plate of sushi. As Lent munched on the raw salmon, the rice and the salt of the seaweed, Dale simply stared at the plate.

Lent raised his eyebrows at him. Dale just looked at him, then the food, before sighing. "Throw the rest out when you're done." he said before standing, the chair squeaking against the tiles as he did.

As he moved to leave, Lent stood quickly, the chair sliding behind him. “I'll make you something different. You like pasta? I'll make you alfredo.” It was mild and should be fine for Dale's stomach. He had to eat something.

Dale shrugged. “Sure.”

A month passes. Lent is certain Dale knows by now. He explains away his symptoms with a defensiveness that could only come from knowing what's happening and denying it.

Just this morning, when Lent found him hunched over the toilet bowl again, trying not to empty his guts, Dale sputtered, "I- uh- it's last night's whiskey. Nothing more."

That idiot. Lent drank the kitchen dry of whiskey last Sunday.

There is still time for that abortion. He would need a surgical procedure now, but there's still time. Lent is certain Dale will get rid of it. He has to. 

Sure, Dale's expected to have a kid eventually, carry on the family name. But with Lent? Hell no! Sure, them starting a family together is cute when he imagines it. But Lent is certain he'd be an unfit father. He refuses to give up his freedom to do what? Watch over some miniature, accident prone human?

And their reputations! What will the press say if they find out the two of them have been sleeping together? Good lord!

Later that day, he's curled up next to Dale, his head resting in his lap as he lies in bed, checking his phone. Dale scrolls with one hand, reading through emails, the other hand in Lent's hair. He's is close to sleep when Dale speaks. “I need to produce an heir, and I need to do it soon.”

Lent opens an eye to look at him. “Your dad's been bothering you again?”

Dale sighs, putting the phone down on the mattress. He runs his fingers through Lent's hair, from his forehead down to his nape. It's coarse and wiry and cut with silver. “Dad's cutting me from the will. He says he'll only put me back once I produce an heir.”

Lent's stomach plummets. “Oh.” 

For a moment, it's quiet. Dale stops stroking him, his hand settling on Lent's neck, too warm for comfort. The air is thick and awkward. Then, he says, “I can't risk losing the inheritance.”

Lent spends the next week packing.

And then he goes to get the milk and never comes back.

Nah, I'm lying. I didn't know what else to write, so I'll just give a summary of what I think would happen.

Dale's unaware that Lent knows about his pregnancy, so Lent figures he could lie and say that he either: a. got sick of Dale's shitty attitude (UNTRUE HE LOVES DALE'S JERK ASS) or b. just pretend he has better, probably business related things to do or c. just up and leave without a word.

Thus, Lent attempts to leave. Maybe he does leave, maybe he doesn't. Regardless, he finds himself either coming back shortly thereafter or unable to leave. He doesn't know why. He feels some sense of purpose when it comes to Dale, like he doesn't know what to do with himself without him. Who is Lent without Dale?

Eventually, he stays with Dale. When Dev arrives, he actually ends up finding a lot of fulfillment in raising him and he becomes a mostly decent father. Dale on the other hand, did not. He was the one who (sorta)wanted Dev but he still ended up becoming a shitty dad, lol.

[borbology]

idk if anyone has asked this before but may i ask for some knight headcanons? specifically sword and blade,,?👀

YESSS I have been waiting for this ask! I have a lot of hcs about Sword and Blade that I'd love to share. GET READY FOR A LONG POST!

To start off, I have the post where I drew what I think they look like under their armor (I also birthed this cursed image).

First of all, and as much as I love them, I think Sword and Blade didn't get a big enough personality in the anime. If I were to describe them in my hcs, I think that Sword is generally the more chill one out of the two. He strikes me as the kind who is easy to hang out with, but he can be unexpectedly funny or stubborn at times. Sword is more gentle with the way he speaks, whilest Blade is bri'ish and has an ocassional potty mouth (says wanker and consistently gets away with it because no-one knows what it means). Because Blade has a harsher voice in the dub that somehow makes me want to make him the bolder one of the two. He's the one who's more likely to express himself. We gotta hear more of that hilarious voice afterall lol. In making his design I gave him his one eye that he has in the game sprites. I've really enjoyed drawing him very expressive so I decided to make him a creechur with big emotions.

I love thinking about how they interact with eachother. I see them as brothers. They've been through a lot, love eachother, but also get into shenanigens and bother each other sometimes.

Their relationship is both endearing and hilarious. Between the two of them, Blade is actually the older one -- I decided that because it's funnier if he's the eldest even though he's shorter. At this point they wouldn't know what to do with eachother. I think that they share a room next to Meta Knight's quarters, and that they have bunk beds. I actually have a sketch of their room that I want to finish someday soon.

As for their personal lives, it's important to me that characters have substance which makes them feel like real people, so when I make my own characters I always give them five things to help with that -- hobbies, desires, a favorite food and favorite drink, a birthday, and trivia (some little traits that have no real impact on the character in their story but still exist and are interesting). This is something I love doing and my autism always has me making lists/filling out self-made questionares for characters. I highly reccommend it, it's fun as Hell and a useful tool for writing character.

Sword:

He can play guitar and he likes music in general. Once I decided to give him antenna I thought it would be neat because bugs hear by picking up vibrations, so the vibrations of music are probably very pleasing. He also likes to watch sports because he has become quite athletic since training under Meta Knight.

He is happy with the state of his life but once he feels like the timing is right he wants to find a girlfriend. My man has been alone too long. Part of this is because he feels like he missed out on getting to experience relationships when he younger (due to the war). He'd like a girlfriend, but he's somehow embarrassed to talk about it and he worries how Blade would feel if he spent some of time with another person.

Sword likes comfort foods like macaroni and cheese. He enjoys the taste of ginger ale because it makes him think of the ginger beer they sold at home (whatever the kirby universe's equivilant to australia is lol)

His birthday is June 14th (I do have a system for how I pick chracter birthdays btw but I'm not willing to share it you just have to trust me)

For trivia, he likes cats, and he's allrgic to peanuts

Blade:

He likes to relax in his off-time and scientifically the best way to do this is by playing Animal Crossing, so I gave him an Animal Crossing town because I love Animal Crossing. It'd be funny if there was a game in the Kirby universe where you played as a cappy or something in a village of creatures like Rick, Kine, and Coo. He also likes to practice baking (he and sword said in the anime that they both always wanted to be cooks, but they were too afraid to tell this to meta knight. plus its fun for him to watch meta knight eat all the treats and still somehow try to deny he has a sweet tooth lol)

Blade, unfortunately, is British - which means that he, unfortunately, likes British food. He will eat beans on toast and make everyone around him uncomfortable. As for his favorite drink... peach nectar lol (bugs love sugarsugarsugar)

His birthday is March 9th (don't question meee)

For trivia, he likes dogs (its funny if he is a dog person while sword it a cat person). He's got just the one big eye so cats give him allergy. I also subscribed to the idea of him being trans because of the difference in his voice between the sub and the dub versions of the anime. Just this alone comes with its own set of hcs I won't get into here.

Lastly, I felt the need to dive into their history. Their backstory about being survivors of the war and having to resort to robbery to survive is so interestingly tragic and something I feel like people don't pay attention to enough when it comes to portraying them. They had to have homes and family and friends that they both lost before happening upon each-other and deciding that two is better than one when it comes to staying alive in the barren hellscape that they now roamed. I plan on making some art about this topic in the future so I'll leave out my hcs for now.

THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK FEEL FREE TO ASK QUESTIONS

[vixenscratch]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

@prismatoxic tagged me, and I'm pretty okay with an excuse to share my writing.

“Last I saw him, he was asking, uh…” He struggles recalling the name; there’s simply been too many of them, and few of them as unique as Ferret’s frankly peculiar nickname. “He asked his husband for ginger ale. I don’t know if that helps any. It’s been a little.” “It might, thank you. Victor, would you?” His relatives scattering on a mission he doesn’t understand, Lucas is left standing alone in a sea of people. The feeling of being overlooked, invisible, rises again. Like it doesn’t matter how hard he tries, he still won’t matter to, really, anyone here. Or anyone at all.

I'm feeling generous so you're getting a few short paragraphs. (I agree with Tox, more fun this way!)

I am not, however, tagging anyone. Telling people to do things makes my anxiety go brrr. You wanna do it, go do it! Pretend I tagged you if that validates you.

[ryemackerel]

TordEdd/Bacon Cola AND EddMatt/Ginger Ale Autism in ONE POST LETS GOOOO I LOVE POLYAMORY

First image I drew over a funny Sims screenshot when Star and I were playing with our Eddsworld Sims!

Tord does these goofy T-Rex arms and Edd stands there with his arms awkwardly there on his sides. The Sims screenshot shows it a bit better but. Star and I giggled maybe a bit. We decided those were their autism stances. Star and I also do that irl, as Edd and Tord respectively.

Second image is this silly little doodle I wanted to make with Ginger Ale, Edd taking a selfie and Matt is just like “HUH.” I remember someone brought up Matt loving the Zebra Shark, and I will forever love that photo of it. Look at its stare hegehe. AND RINGO MENTION!!!!

Hope you enjoy!!

[thecheshirerat]

Dear Aubrey

(danbrey fic for @tazsapphicweek ! this has been so fun. I'll put it on AO3 if anyone wants, but idk how collections work. also the prompt was technically "home" but I've done like three based on that prompt so...)

Dear Aubrey, 

Do you know how many casserole dishes I’ve washed for the privilege of control over the TV? Jake said that if I keep putting on Supernatural I’ll owe him three bags of the fancy squid chips he likes just for his suffering. 

That’s not it. 

Dear Aubrey, 

I’ve been watching Supernatural. You were right, it’s pretty good. 

Dammit. 

No. 

Dear Aubrey, 

They didn’t have TV shows in Sylvain. You know that. You’ve been there. But of the three that I’ve encountered so far, Supernatural seems pretty good. Definitely better than streaming old episodes of America's Test Kitchen, which is all Barclay wants to watch.

FUCK.

Dear Aubrey, 

Do you know how many perfectly good sketchbook pages I’ve spent, trying to draft a proper letter to you? 

I know you’re not, like. Living far away. You’re going to be back in a few hours, actually, probably, unless you’re killed, but I don’t think you will be, and then you’ll eat something terrible for you and pass out like, two floors above me. 

Maybe I could pass this to you through the vents. 

Did you know that passing notes between bunk beds is common to both our worlds? Sometimes I imagine you’re in the bunk above me, and we could just, talk. In the darkness. About everything. 

The truth is, I’ve got a lot to say. But you’re not here, so I’m writing it down. In my sketchbook. I really should buy a notebook or something. 

Goddamnit. 

I could’ve sketched so many cedar branches on this. 

Dear Aubrey, 

This is going to sound insane, but you smell like home. A little smoky, a little like flash-paper, but there’s also this strong ginger smell. That part is familiar. It’s orange and spicy and makes my teeth flinch in their illusion. 

When you walked by the other day it felt like every spark of heat in my body rushed towards you, like there’s a current between us. What do you guys call it, bird bumps?

For a moment, I was just, frozen. And then you looked over my shoulder at the vase of flowers I was drawing and said something like, “Oh my gosh, that’s so cool!” And you joked that I could make hundreds of dollars online if I drew Deacon Winchester. Your hand brushed my shoulder, and all the warmth came back, just like that. 

I’ve never felt anything like it.

Well, I have. You know about the crystal, right? It felt kind of like touching that. 

God, Dani. Don’t bring that into this. 

Dear Aubrey,

I’ve spent so long trying not to stand out.

I can have my identity, so long as it's quiet enough that no one looks too closely. 

I can doodle on the cover of my sketchbook. I can be the quirky alt girl who doesn’t have her license at the age of… what age do I tell people. I don’t even remember. I can stare into the mirror, smiling at the freckles that show up on my nose, and people will forgive me for not wearing makeup, but they can’t see my skin when it glows, they can’t see my teeth. They must never see my teeth. 

You, on the other hand. Your flashy gestures, your vibrant hair, your jacket that you can barely see under all the pins. When you walk, they clink, alerting people (people whose skin didn’t tingle the moment you arrived, people who are not me) that you’re here. You’ve got an identity strong and colorful enough to be armor. You wear your teeth on the outside. 

I want to know what’s under all that. Not to be- nevermind. 

I want to know what it’s all protecting.

Or maybe, it’s protecting us. 

Dear Aubrey, 

I miss Sylvain a lot. 

It’s hard to describe the feeling of missing your former planet. It’s like an ache, but sharper. It’s hard, and scratchy, and it eats a cavern inside of me. It’s empty in here. It tingles. My pain chimes, and the chimes echo. 

It chafes at you, when the world you’re in is not yours. I don’t belong here, and Earth has no qualms about reminding me. Alien customs. Alien holidays. Alien people, but… not so much you. 

It went away, the other day, when you touched me. Just for a second, I was full. 

In that second, I felt so free. I felt so untethered. I felt like I could go and be anywhere as long as it was with you. So, not untethered. Re-tethered. 

Sometimes I imagine there’s a string between us, and when I see you fidgeting with your fingers, it’s being pulled, looped and tied. I want you to make me into jewelry, to set me around your neck. I want to swing there, next to that gemstone you always wear. I want your heartbeat to warm my skin.

To be a vampire is to know that you are empty, and that other people fill you up. 

Here you are, with all this vitality. If I soaked myself in it, if I tucked myself like a bunny rabbit into your arms, if I bottled up vials of flame to warm my bath and make my tea, would you even notice? I don’t want to hurt anyone. Sometimes I feel like I’m scraping away at the walls of a cave inside me, and one day my willpower will collapse. I keep shoring up my inhibitions. 

Why does it feel like I’ve awoken from the most restful sleep of my life after talking to you? Why do I feel relieved when you brush my arm? I just want to close my eyes. I want to take off this disguise. I want to follow you. 

God, I barely even know you. 

This is so weird. I’m sorry. 

Dear Aubrey, 

I have one episode left of season five of Supernatural. I thought I’d take your advice about stopping there. And now I get the joke you made about chevy impalas! 

Do you want to watch the last episode together? 

Love, 

Sincerely, 

Yours,

Dani <3

PS: See on the back my drawing of Dr. Harris Bonkers :)

[gtunesmiff]

The Miami Biltmore || Coral Gables, Florida

The Miami Biltmore Hotel and Country Club is a National Historic Landmark that was built in 1926.

The hotel’s tower was designed as a recreation of the Giralda Tower in Seville, Spain, and its main structure is reminiscent of Mediterranean Renaissance–era architecture, with several balconies, ornate terrazzos, and tile floors.

15-acre site was connected by canals to a swimming pool created from a rock-pit/quarry, still in operation by the City of Coral Gables, and accessed by "Venetian gondolas" (hence the pool's name as "Venetian Pool")

In the 1920s, the new hotel drew notable guests such as Ginger Rogers, Judy Garland, Bing Crosby, Franklin Roosevelt, and Al Capone.

During World War II, however, the luxury hotel was converted into an army hospital.

The building remained a Veterans Administration Hospital until the City of Coral Gables restored it to its former glory in the 1980s.

The modern Biltmore also underwent a more recent $40 million dollar renovation, which added a championship golf club and one of the largest hotel pools in the country.

[ellieloves2draw]

drew my dnd party in the outfit from this post! please welcome tally (soccer player and unintentional antichrist extraordinaire), al (daughter of titania and the inventor of feywild-safe wifi), liv (tally’s beautiful cheerleader barbarian wife), bill (motorcycle-riding gunslinger who talks to gods sometimes), bree (part-time rockstar and full-time death omen), and reese (metalhead heir to a noble werewolf lineage)!

(ID under the cut)

(ID: a series of colored marker drawings of the members of the validins d&d party. each party member is drawn in two different outfits and poses.

tally is a white human with short white hair, grey-blue eyes, a sleeve tattoo, and a lightning scar reaching from the middle of her chest up through the left side of her face. they wear an orange t-shirt, white shorts, and orange sneakers in one pose and a blue square-pattered button-up shirt, black pants, and blue sneakers in the other pose.

al is a white fey with long black hair, white freckles, heterochromia (one gold eye and one green eye), and long pointed ears. she has a green streak in her hair. in one pose, she’s wearing a long-sleeved low-neck burgundy shirt, a black pencil skirt, and black flats. in the other pose, she’s wearing a sheer shirt over a black bralette and black shorts buckled into black heeled boots.

liv is a grey tiefling with black horns, yellow eyes, and white shoulder-length hair. in one pose, she’s wearing a lilac sweater and sneakers, and a dark purple gingham pleated skirt. in the other pose, she’s wearing a white sweetheart-neckline blouse and black pants and flats.

bill is a blue tiefling with short, forward-pointing horns, red eyes, and short ginger hair. he has stubble and is wearing a cowboy hat in both poses. in one pose, he’s wearing grey pants tucked into black cowboy boots and a black vest over a white shirt, unbuttoned all the way down to his stomach. he also has several necklaces and a belt with a huge gold buckle. in the other pose, he’s wearing a yellow low-cut blouse and dark blue mom jeans tucked into brown cowboy boots.

bree is a white halfling with fluffy, dark brown hair and brown eyes. they have a black star tattoo on their right cheek and a raven feather braided into the hair on their left side. in one pose, she’s wearing a white shirt with peaches printed down the middle and light pink jorts. she is not wearing shoes. in the other pose, he’s wearing an orange denim jacket over a white shirt with an astrological sun and the words “shine like the sun” printed on it. he’s also wearing black leggings with gold stars, suns, and moons printed on it and orange converse shoes.

reese is a tall white human with brown eyes and black hair styled into a shaggy mullet. in one pose, he is wearing a light blue jacket over a white turtleneck and dark brown slacks. in the other pose, he’s wearing an orange tank top, an unzipped orange jacket that exposes his shoulders, and white-and-orange pinstriped pants.

[asexual-spongebob]

The Waves That Lap The Shore - Chapter 8 - Sea Sick Sea Otter

(divider by cafekitsune)

Chapter Notes:

TW: poor hygiene, mentions of mucus. I named this chapter “sea sick sea otter” because I thought it was fitting and that it had a ring to it.

Also.. Before anyone asks, yes the scene where Kwazii calls chamomile tea shamamalay is based off the tiktok video. And PROFESSOR INKLING FINALLY MAKES AN APPEARANCE AFTER NOT APPEARING SENSE CHAPTER FIVE YASSS 🕺💃✨🎉

I really enjoy Inkling- I’m surprised he hasn’t appeared more in this fic But here he is now :3

oh and I also remember that betta fish are fresh water fish so shell’s tail is now based of a sapphire damsel fish tail

Shellington was laying in bed, he didn’t feel to good.

he hadn’t been taking good care of himself, he’d been to focused on his research. He hadn’t showered in days, and hadn’t gotten much sleep, usually staying up till 6 am. 

Shellington was sitting at the control center with Dashi, Dashi noticed that Shellington looked… well rough to say the least.

“Shellington, are you okay?” Dashi asked in concerned tone “yeah I’m fine” Shellington replied sounding nasally “are sure about that? You don’t sound fine.” Dashi said, unconvinced “yeah im definitely fine!” Shellington rasped.

“Okay…” Dashi responded, not buying it, Shellington coughing and sneezing, constantly using the tissue box, Captain Barnacles also noticed. 

“Shellington, I think you should take today off and get some rest.” Barnacles began “but what about my research!” Shellington frowned “Shellington, it’s okay, everyone needs a break sometimes!” Captain Barnacles assured “okay…” Shellington mumbled, getting up from his chair and going to his lab.

Tunip waddled beside Shellington, making typical vegimal noises, “oh hi Tunip” Shellington sniffed, blowing his nose, Tunip’s expression went from happiness to sadness. “It’s okay Tunip, I’ll get through this.” Shellington assured as walked inside and crashed on his bed, feeling terrible. 

Shellington let out groans as he lied in bed, Tunip glanced inside, a frown appearing on his face. I got to do something! Tunip decided, running to the Med Bay. 

Tunip saw Peso putting bandages on the shelf, Tunip tapped Peso on the shoulder, Peso flinched “sorry Tunip, you scared me!” Peso apologized, Tunip looked concerned “what’s wrong?” Peso asked, Tunip signaled Peso to follow him, leading to Shellington’s lab.

Shellington was coughing and sneezing as he was sitting on the floor “Shellington!” Peso gasped as he ran over to him “I don’t feel to good…” Shellington sniffled groggily, grasping the tissue box and blowing his nose. 

“I’ll go get you some cold medicine and kelp soup, stay here for now” Peso retorted, Shellington gave Peso a thumbs up, looking pathetic. 

Peso went to go get some cold pills and a glass of ginger ale, Tunip and the Vegimals  followed behind like some ducklings following its parent. 

Soon, Peso came back. “Hey Shellington, here’s some medicine and ginger ale” Peso offered, placing it on the desk “thank you” Shellington rasped after blowing his nose “no problem!” Peso smiled, “let me know if you need anything!” It added, as it walked away.

The Barrot, Tunip, Codish and Halibeet went to the kitchen to make some kelp soup, Groubert and Tominnow  kept Shellington company 

Maybe I should draw something? Shellington wondered, grabbing a piece of printer paper, a pen and drew a vampire squid from memory. 

•••

Later…

Kwazii was chewing on some fish biscuits as he walked past “Ahoy Peso!” Kwazii greeted in between chews “hi Kwazii” Peso responded “what ya doing?” Kwazii asked “oh Shellington isn’t feeling to good, I’m just trying to take care of him.” Peso answered. “Oh I’m sorry! That sucks!” Kwazii frowned 

Peso shook its head, “the vegimals made him some kelp soup, hopefully it’ll help him get better!” Peso added optimistically 

Kwazii walked down to Shellington’s lab and knocked on the door “ahoy shells, you okay? Peso said you didn’t feel to good.” Kwazii mrrped on the other side of the door, “yeah I’m not doing to good- I wouldn’t come in here if I were you!” Shellington coughed “okay, hope you feel better soon matey!” Kwazii expressed.

•••

Shellington had gone downstairs to the kitchen, he had to take the medicine Peso gave him, he wanted some tea to go with that, somehow he actually got some decent sleep.

Kwazii had been up all night, thinking about all the those pirate myths, he had been rereading a book about them quietly to himself all night for fun, he had borrowed it from Professor Inkling’s library.

However, Kwazii realized he was hungry and decided to get a kelp cake from the kitchen. 

They noticed Shellington as they walked in the kitchen “Ahoy matey!” Kwazii meowed “hi Kwazii” Shellington chirped nasally “I’m just taking my medicine.” Shellington added, sipping his chamomile tea.

“Im gonna get meself some shamamalay tea.” Kwazii “what?” Shellington questioned “shamamalay, you know the tea you’re drinking?” Kwazii clarified “Kwazii- its chamomile-“ Shellington giggled, soon the two noticed Peso was also downstairs.

“Ahoy Peso!” Kwazii mrrped, waving to it “hello Kwazii!, hi Shellington~” Peso chirped, waving back, walking into the kitchen, Shellington’s cheeks turning bright pink. 

The three stood there in silence for a moment, Shellington had taken his medicine and Kwazii had finished their snack. 

“Ya know why don’t we go swimming. I mean it’s three am and it’s not like we don’t have anything better to do.” Kwazii suggested 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Kwazii. Shellington is sick.” Peso disagreed “oh don’t worry Peso. We’ll be fine!” Kwazii assured. 

Shellington, Peso and Kwazii made it down to the Launch Bay, Kwazii opening the Octo-Hatch.

“COME ON ME HEARTIES!” Kwazii called as he backflipped into the Launch Bay tank, splashing Peso and Shellington. Shellington then took a dive, his tail appearing before his eyes, Peso soon dived in as well. 

Soon the three had swam out the Octo-Hatch and out into the sea… But little did they know that Kwazii had forgotten to close the Octo-Hatch! 

••• 

Professor Inkling was listening to some 80s disco music that was playing on the radio, however ink couldn’t help but feel as if something was off, Ink went to go investigate for Inkself.

Professor Inkling made it downstairs to the Launch Bay, only to see some strange blue Damselfish scales in the Launch Bay tank and the Octo-Hatch open “hm? How did that happen?” Professor Inkling asked himself. 

“I should go investigate I suppose” he said, slivering down into the Launch Bay tank and swimming out the Octo-Hatch. 

Kwazii, Peso and Shellington were chilling around a kelp forest. Shellington was having a blast identifying each of the creatures, “wow look! It’s a sea urchin!” Shellington beamed, using his magnifying glass “get that stupid thing out of my face!” The urchin snapped “sorry!” Shellington apologized, pulling the glass away.

Professor Inkling could hear some faint voices coming from the kelp forest, swimming closer he could hear Shellington, Kwazii and Peso oh they just went for a swim! Professor Inkling thought happily, letting out a sigh of relief.

Professor Inkling soon swam away back to the Octopod, Kwazii, Peso and Shellington were heading back as well. 

Peso was already ahead of them 

“Wanna race?” Shellington challenged, smirking at Kwazii “challenge accepted.” Kwazii smirked back, getting a head start, soon Shellington disappeared into a trail of bubbles. 

Professor Inkling was already at the Launch Bay when it heard a loud splashing noise “huh?” Professor Inkling said as it turned around, only to see Peso also at the Launch Bay “Hello there Peso!” Professor Inkling greeted “Hi Professor!” Peso replied.

“I beat you!” Shellington giggled like a little kid “not by much!” Kwazii remarked Shellington then glanced over, only to see a very confused Professor Inkling and a nervous Peso.

“He’s a merman. Professor. Those weird ass sea caves turned him into one.” Kwazii explained, getting out of the Launch Bay tank, helping Shellington out of the water and throwing him a towel. “what sea caves?” Professor Inkling asked “remember when I went to those strange sea caves?” Shellington recalled “yeah?” Professor Inkling guessed “well um.. I went during a full moon and well.. The pool started bubbling and I became a merman..” Shellington explained 

Professor Inkling nodded his head, showing he understood, he then went back to his Library, Peso and Shellington went to Peso’s room and Kwazii went to back to his room.