#grouchy chef

[tanunigans]

Smurf dump again !

Chef, Grouchy, Marco, Timid

[jello98-secondaccount]

Random photos of them💫

More drawings I did😽

[xx-moonlight-xx6]

SMURF DOG AU!!

Papa Smurf as a Scottish Terrier

Smurfette as a English cocker spaniel

Brainy as a Golden Doodle

Clumsy as a Dalmatian

Handy as a Golden Retriever

Hefty as a German Shepherd 

Greedy as a English Bulldog

Jokey as a Husky

Farmer as a Border Collie

Vanity as a poodle

Tailor as a Basenji

Harmony as a Shiba inu

Lazy as Bernese Mountain Dog

Grouchy as a Mastiff

Scaredy as a jack Russell terrier

Chef as a Chihuahua 

[sparklecryptid]

Reincarnated!AtB!Finwion! Thoughts! Yes, more of them - mainly because I think/hope you might find them amusing.

Here's the thought: In previous iterations of this 'verse, the default has been Thanatos, Ardor, and Ace remembering their past lives. What if they didn't? 

What if the three Royal Bastards were forcibly summoned across time and space and woke up with a bunch of strangers peering down at them?

(Well, Ace for one would not hesitate to curse out Ardyn. Because it is always Ardyn's fault. Always.)

Thanatos would be gleeful at the potential metaphysical implications and  arguments thereof! Ace would be incredulous. ('what the FUCK, universe? Wasn't once enough?!') Ardor would be 'meh'. 

And imagine everyone trying to figure out just which brother was which!

'So - which of you creates things as a life's calling?' Both Ace and Thanatos raise their hands. 'I like to cook, okay?' 'He cooks, and I design spells that violate the natural laws of the universe!'  

'Do any of you like politics?' 'Nope.' 'Never.' 'No.'

'Obsessive tendencies, where you will do anything in pursuit of a goal?' 'Than gets really intense about his research, does that count?' 'And Ardor hates people and is very willing to punch someone if they don't respect his privacy.' 'Ace embarked in a years-long revenge plot to avenge his mother, save his homeland, and save Uncle.'

'Do - which of you is most likely to have a huge number of children?' 'Ace.' 'Ace'.  'Oh, screw you guys.' 'Face it, little brother, you and your husband are the most likely to end up with a huge sprawling brood.'

'Husband? You're married?' 'So is Thanatos!' 'And Ardor is in a committed polyamorous relationship with his large and myriad collection of swords.' 'Little brother - '

' - which of you is more likely to charge in a suicidal assault against an enemy you have no hope of defeating?' The three look at each other. 'None of us?' 'Yeah, that kinda situation seems to call for guerrilla warfare and ambushes'. 'Uncle would not be pleased if any of us did anything that stupid.'

'Which of you would be most likely to tear out an enemy's throat with your teeth?' All three of them raise a hand. 

Of course, there is also the option that all three of them remember perfectly well and are pretending not to in order to fuck with everyone present. 

@hamelin-born

i am CACKLING

i think it would be hilarious if none of them remembered until they were well into their stay in tirion and then they Suddenly Remember something when hanging out with their their Elf Family and the three share a look that just says 'we're gonna play the bit as a long as possible'

like. they could come clean at that point and say they remember who they are and spare everyone confusion and worry.

but they are also ardyn's niblings.

so they chose the most chaotic option.

i bet anything that ardor is the one who breaks first because someone was Talking Shit about Turgon and ardor just '......i like to think i was a patient and wise king in my past life. however. that was my past life. in this one say one more thing about my child and i swear i will stab you'

Turgon: :00

Fingon: :000000

Aredhel: :0

Argon: :0

Thanatos in the background: is the jig up because if so i need to call my husband and tell him about my kids.

Ardor: Ace should do that too.

Ace: Bold of you to assume I know how to phone home.

Ardor: But Thanatos does?

Ace: *gestures helplessly* he's thanatos.

[skxrbrand]

[nvuy]

jiaoqiu.

i always think about jiaoqiu with his little worker partner. his little busy bee. his little sleep deprived mess that he loves so much.

the thing with jiaoqiu is that not only is this man the most fuzziest cuddle thing in the world—and during the colder months especially he becomes a ginormous soft blanket with how his tail instinctively curls over you—but he’s also your personal chef.

obviously, if you’re sick, he’ll see to your symptoms and take care of you himself.

but, even just for everyday meals. maybe your job is much more gruelling than his. maybe you start an hour before he does in the morning.

your alarm goes off every morning, and he wakes up with you. a lot of the time you fight in his hold, half because he’s so warm and it’s so cold outside and you’d much rather remain in bed and trace his twitchy ears all day with your thumb (and hope you can hear those gentle squeaky purrs you know he can make), and the other half because the sleep deprivation is really catching up to you.

even if he’s not a morning person, and he’s a little bit grouchy he prepares coffee, even if you insist he doesn’t have to.

“oh, don’t be silly,” he mumbles tiredly one morning into your hair. he’s still in his pyjamas while you’re almost fully dressed. “if i don’t cook for you, you won’t even eat all day.”

well. he’s not wrong.

he’ll make and pack you lunch to take to work every single day. usually, he’ll prepare meals depending on what you need; more protein, more iron, more fibre, whatever, whatever. he’ll mix in vitamins to help you as he sees fit.

he’ll also sneak snacks. he tries to avoid chocolate or sugary treats. and prefers to cut up some fruit, or sneak in a nut bar or something.

but sometimes when he knows you’re having a particularly rough week at work, he’ll give you something special. and he’ll prepare dessert after dinner. nothing major. he’s not really a baker, so it’s usually treats picked up from the bakery when he goes out to buy bread.

after you finally come into the kitchen in the morning to leave for work, you’re just as bone tired as he is while you’re putting on your shoes.

jiaoqiu comes over slowly and hands you three containers. there’s few words exchanged; you’re both way too exhausted. it’s six in the morning.

he’s wearing bunny slippers and they skid and slip across the floor as he then hands you coffee in a travel cup before he leans forward and presses a kiss to your hair.

you work harder. he knows. you work longer hours. your job is much more physically and mentally taxing. he loves his job. you… not so much.

he compensates by working hard at home for you. there’s always the smell of something cooking when you walk through the door. and though you insist you’ll clean the dishes, he always ends up taking over with a reassuring kiss to your head.

bedtime is his favourite. his absolute favourite. especially if he knows you have the day off tomorrow.

if he knows you’re in the mood, he’ll tease. just a little bit. fleeting whispers in your ear, and the soft brush of his tail against your thighs.

most nights, though, you’ll fall into his arms and he’ll bury his nose into the side of your neck.

he knows your sleep schedule is fucked to bits. that won’t deter him though. sneaking melatonin in food is easy, but for the most part, jiaoqiu ensures that the food he cooks for you everyday provides enough nutrients to get you through the day.

and hey!!!! bonus on your day offs in the morning!!!!! as a reward for being such a lovely little malewife, you retrieve the brush from the nightstand and slowly detangle the knots in his tail. and the kisses he peppers you in while his tail frantically wags side to side are always worth it.

[syrupfog]

Zoro who grew up in the foster system, passed from house to house because he’s labeled a flight risk after continually getting lost on his way home. No one ever believes him that his sense of direction is really that bad, but every new house is a new neighborhood to learn. No matter what home he’s at, as soon as he gets lost they ship him somewhere more restrictive until he ends up in someplace similar to juvie, where he can’t get lost bc he can’t leave. 

He meets an angry blond kid his own age there, who was dropped off by his own family, and

I assume they don’t get along, for a myriad of reasons not least of which that Sanji has a family, and Zoro hates that about him. They get paired in a room together and Zoro can’t understand why Sanji hates his family when Zoro would give anything to have one

It takes until a visitor day months down the line for him to figure it out. 

Because Zoro never attends visitor days. He doesn’t have visitors. But he shows up to this one bc he literally got lost and ended up there. 

He gravitates toward the group that’s clearly Sanji’s family

Just close enough to hear the way they speak to him and about him, about how he’s bringing down their name and he’s lucky he’s here and not on the streets and Sanji weakly mumbling that maybe he’d rather be on the streets they won’t even let him cook here

And his dad backhanding him at that. And Zoro sees the staff witnessing this and doing nothing and draws the correct conclusion that this is a regular occurrence and completely allowed. 

So of course when Sanji appears in their room later Zoro loudly declares, “I’m watching out for you from now on, we’re in this together.” 

And Sanji’s like “fuck off I don’t need your pity.” 

Zoro says, “what fucking pity? This is about me hating your fucking family, we’re gonna get out of here someday and I’m going to kick their asses.”

Sanji doesn’t accept this pronouncement for a long time but Zoro makes himself the Sanji Guard Dog and he hit his growth spurt before Sanji so he’s able to tower menacingly behind him, it works well. 

And Zoro’s angry inside but he hasn’t felt sadness for a while, until Sanji.

And Sanji’s sad inside and his anger’s a facade for that. So like, they balance each other out. 

Sanji turns 18 eight months before Zoro and Zoro tells him not to show up to visitor days but Sanji always does, and talks about this fucking chef he’s found who’s taken him in.

And for the both of them life starts at 18, living in a tiny rundown flat above the Baratie and they’re still full of anger and sadness but when Zoro gets lost the first time, he’s so worried Sanji’s going to throw him out like every other family did.

But he doesn’t. Zoro comes home five hours late from getting on the wrong train and Sanji throws his arms around Zoro’s shoulders and says he was worried. Zoro snaps at him because he was so wound up ready for a fight.

But Sanji doesn’t just give up on him like he thought, and Zoro learns the city ever so slowly and he gets lost less (it doesn’t ever entirely stop, though) and Sanji learns his habits, gets good at finding him.

Zoro spends a long time stunned at this. Confused that Sanji is never more than grouchy or worried. 

The only time Sanji is ever truly upset is one night when it’s been raining hard and the landmarks are harder to find on the dark so Zoro’s hours late, and Sanji’s pissed When he walks in the door, yelling about where has he been, it’s been fucking hours, fucking hell, Zoro. 

Zoro’s so hurt and overwhelmed (and sopping wet from the rain) and having flashbacks to his childhood and feeling like, oh this is it, the straw that broke the camel’s back for Sanji apparently. 

He turns to leave, just walk right out that door and disappear, but as he wrenches the door open suddenly there’s a hand clenched tight around his wrist and Zoro can’t pull out of his grip

And he starts saying that Sanji had better fucking let him go, only to see that Sanji’s crying, lips pressed tight together, trembling, looking at the floor, tears running down his face. 

Zoro realises maybe this isn’t about him.

He learns after he’s closed the door again that Sanji’s family had been by, had threatened a number of things directed at the both of them, and then Sanji had sat and waited for so so long for Zoro to get home, to prove to himself Zoro was Safe.

Zoro pulls him into a hug, tight enough prove he’s real and okay. 

They have a shitty little one bedroom flat as it is but that night they share Sanji’s bed. And then most nights after, too. 

They fall into a relationship sort of backwards but that’s okay.

Both of them were abandoned in different ways. Both of them needed finding, holding, keeping. And they get that in each other.

[heartfullofleeches]

Hybrid Cafe Yans

A list of the hybrid yans since it's been a minute-. The first name is their real name and the second is the nicknames reader has given them. The only exclusions are Saber and Wistera who haven't been nicknamed yet, and Doc and Trick who have never been official named

Saber [he/him] - Model/Influencer Catboy who got saved from the ran by Cafe reader on their first shift. Very snobby and feels entitled to most if not all of reader's time being their first customer

Clyde/Spot [he/him] - A lonely delivery rabbit. Shy and Sweet. Bounced around in the foster care system as a child and has severe abandonment issues steaming from it which later on resulted in him dying his fur white to be more appealing to others. His nickname comes from Reader finding a spot on his ear since it had been a while since his last dye job

Shanna/Bo [She/Her] - Reader's sheep girl coworker. Extremely clumsy and timid, but also plays up the act to lean on reader's shoulder. The daughter of a local club owner who is still coming to terms with her recent coming out.

Pauline/Belle [She/Her] - The ex head chef at the cafe. A hot headed cow woman with a soft spot for reader who's what keeps her crawling back to the city from her cozy new life on her farm

Robbie/Honey [They/Them] - A bumble bee who as their name implies is sweet as can be..... on the surface. Robbie is one of if not the most willing to beat others into submission for Reader. Their mother is the head of a massive company who gifted them the entire apartment complex they live in. Later moves Reader into one of them who pays next to nothing for rent

Trick [They/Them] - A tired Crow enjoying early retirement/hiatus from their work. Greatly enjoys relaxing with a cup of tea and gifting reader presents from the various regions they've traveled to over the years. Works as a teacher as a secondary occupation which slowly drains them as it reminds them of the empty nest they have at home

Asher/Prince [he/him] - Hyperactive Hyena boy ready and willing to throw hands for reader. Their kindness helped him get over his fear of humans after years of bullying for having a human father and a shorter stature because of it, and being wrongfully arrested when attacked by bullies and choosing to fight back

Wisteria [She/Her] - Plant woman of unknown origin. Owns a flower shop not too far from the cafe and supplies it with bouquets for their displays which she uses to eavesdrop on reader. Soft spoken and formal

Doc [They/Them] - Leech Hybrid med student. Extremely giggly and carefree. Always tries to give Reader check ups which certainly aren't ploys to obtain vials of their sweet, sweet blood. Has difficults walking on land and wears leg braces for the weak muscles in their legs

Scout/Bear [he/him] - Wolf hybrid. Doesn't like to talk much about himself, but lived with his grandmothers and dogs in the wilderness before they all passed away. Stoic and grouchy, but weak to soft praise and touches

The manager - A deer hybrid mentioned briefly in the Christmas special. Not much to them now, but I'd really like to use them eventually

[suiana]

✎ yandere! chef headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― drugging, obsessiveness etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! chef who has always made you delicious meals ever since you started working at your new job. wow, he makes such incredible meals!

✎ yandere! chef who works at the restaurant right across your work building. convenient and delicious meals are being served by him 24/7 and that's what made you frequent that place!

✎ yandere! chef who at first ignores your presence but slowly comes to appreciate it because of how adorable you are. always telling him how good his food is...how you'd like to learn from him... it slowly grew on him y'know!

✎ yandere! chef who always puts in extra effort into cooking your meals. food is the way to someone's heart after all!

✎ yandere! chef who slowly comes to love you as you go the extra mile to become his friend. you'd still do that? despite him being grouchy all the time??

✎ yandere! chef who loves you too much to lose you to that virgin coworker of yours, so he begins slipping in some love pills into your meals to ensure that you fall in love with him.

✎ yandere! chef who acts like nothing happened and proceeds with life normally with you as his beloved, right by his side. he hopes that the drug is working.

✎ yandere! chef who always gives you meals free of charge. benefits of being his beloved after all :) come on, eat it. there's nothing wrong.

✎ yandere! chef who loves you. he really does love you. so just trust him and eat your meals, okay? no they don't taste weird, you're just imagining things :)

✎ "my beloved, what would you like to eat today?"

[deuces-sunglasses]

Hi!!! I saw you wanted Zosan request so here you go :D!! How would Zoro and sanji react to finding the other sad or crying??? >:3 thanks :D

(Thank you for the request!! Hope this is good enough 😭. They’re already a thing in these btw.)

Zoro

Finished with his afternoon training session, Zoro made his way to the galley. The scent of beef and oranges immediately hit his nostrils as he entered.

Sanji’s whole body suddenly flinched. Zoro frowned. A large pot and pan boiled and sizzled respectively on the stove.

Staring at his back, the swordsman waited to be regarded. Sanji sniffed and ran his hand under the cold tap quickly. Zoro approached him. 

“There’s a jug of water in the fridge, however i suspect you’re searching for booze. Sorry to deny you it, but you can have some with dinner.” 

“Are you crying?” Zoro questioned softly. 

“Tell everybody that dinner is nearly ready. I’m just running a bit behind.” Sanji sidetracked, his voice losing volume as he went on.

Zoros eye fell upon his cooks hand, where the middle and ring finger were lifted up at a awkward angle. The tips of them looked pink and sore. His chest suddenly felt tight. 

“You burn yourself, stupid cook?”

Sanji quickly stirred the sauce, raising his elbow to wipe his watery eyes.

“You startled me.” 

“I didn’t mean to. I missed you.” 

“It isn’t that bad.” Sanji’s blue eyes met his. “It doesn’t really hurt.” 

Zoro scoffed and picked up the injured hand. He pressed a kiss to his knuckles after contemplating sucking the burnt tips. 

“I’m telling chopper” 

“YOU ARE NOT!” yelled Sanji. 

(To make up for it, Zoro tries to help by bringing dishes to the table which Sanji thinks is decent.) 

Sanji

They did normally share a bunk at night. However, the night had been unusually warm and Sanji had crawled back to his own bed last night. 

Now, with the threat of rumbling stomachs and grouchy nakama in mind, the chef wanted a kiss before starting breakfast. 

He found Zoro awake. He was staring at the wall with blank eyes. Must be a weed growing in his mossy mind,Sanji thought. 

He lifted a knee onto the blanket and hesitantly put his hand on the others face. He watched Zoro’s eyes roll onto his, and then away again. Sanji ran his hand down to his broad chest. Zoro’s own hand snaked up to rest ontop. 

Zoro’s heartbeat was racing. Across the room, Luffy let out a cute snore. 

“What-“

“Kuina.” 

“Ah.” 

Both of them were used to being haunted by dreams. They had that in similar. 

Zoro grabbed his face to bring him close for a kiss. Sanji regretted leaving him the night before. 

“Why don’t you follow me into the galley and you can tell me about it? If you want?” 

Zoro took a deep breath in.

“Alright.” 

(Sanji listened carefully and gave him a hug after. He also tried to not insult his stupidity for the entire day. He added her death anniversary to his calendar so he could remember it in future.)

[katyawriteswhump]

the freak in the penthouse part 3.1

E-rated (for sexual content), accidental millionaire eddie/sex-worker steve.

On tumblr: Part one Part two or search #thefreakinthepenthouse

On AO3

3.1 Cracks in the plasterwork

Eddie was vegging out front of the TV, watching a rerun of Star Trek, when a knock sounded. Shit, shit, SHIT! He was literally naked and he’d not ordered anything on room service.

Not till later, at any rate. Eddie glanced at the clock. Only four pm.

He grabbed a bathrobe. Despite Steve’s brutal early wakeup call, Eddie had gotten more energy than in an age. Life really did feel less of a gloom-fest today.

Even if his self-loathing still throbbed like a bitch.

A voice sounded from the corridor. “Uh, Mister M… I mean, Eddie? You there?”

It was Steve! Already? Eddie threw both the doors wide. “Greetings and salutations. You’re mega-early.”

“Yeah. Sorry. Can’t stay. The main elevator guy’s off sick. I’m stuck there all day.”

Eddie was seriously cracking up. In his bellboy hat with its little strap under his chin, Steve was ridiculous levels of adorable. And fuckable. Which was all kinds of wrong.

“No sweat, Stevie.” He reined in his giggles. “I’m up for a quickie in your elevator, if that’s all that’s on offer.”

It was a joke. Steve sighed. He looked exhausted, kinda shadowy around the eyes. “I finish at eight. I’ll be here as soon as I can. Listen, I’m really sorry. I think I dropped something here last night. Can I, erm… have a peep, see if I can find it?”

“Sure.” Eddie stepped aside.

Steve rushed first into the bedroom, throwing himself flat to look under the bed. “The chambermaid’s been and gone,” said Eddie. He already felt like a total a-hole for laughing at Steve, who seemed genuinely stressed out. “Don’t think she picked anything up that wasn’t my usual trash. What did you lose?”

“Oh, nothing.” Steve hurried back across the lounge area and into the restroom. “Well, actually, it’s kind of important. It belongs to a friend… Oh, thank God.”

Eddie arrived at the restroom door in time to receive an epic view of Steve’s butt in his deadly-tight uniform pants. He was crawling to retrieve something from under the spacious clawfoot washtub. “Christ, I was going outta my mind! I keep this safe for my friend, Robin—she’s a junior sous chef, and, uh, yeah, she’d totally lose her head if it wasn’t attached. Anyway, she put it in my bag without telling me yesterday, apparently. What a flake!”

Steve shoved the cause of his anguish—which turned out to be one of those blue asthma inhalers that Eddie had seen kids use at grade school—into his back pocket. His breakneck monologue seemed a bit odd, but he was all smiles now, which made Eddie relax again too. Especially as a glint of that irresistible come-hither returned to Steve’s big brown eyes.

He’s pretending, Eddie reminded himself. He’s good. This guy’s reeeeeally good at this. Unfortunately for Eddie, Steve already backed toward the doors.

“Hey, I heard rumors there’s a plunge pool in the other restroom,” said Steve. “That true?”

“Fuck, yeah,” said Eddie. “Big enough to swim in. How about we take a dip later?” Steve responded with an Oscar-winning grin and flutter of his lashes. “Oh, wait a sec.” Eddie dived to retrieve his wallet from beside a vase of fake orchids. “Here’s your one-fifty. Plus, two hundred bucks in advance for tonight.”

“Wow. Thank you.” Steve’s voice trembled strangely as he took the cash, while Eddie found himself beaming like an idiot. Steve had knocked his hat askew crawling under the bath, and now Eddie reached out and straightened it. Steve flushed slightly, suddenly unable to meet Eddie’s eye: 

“Look, you treated me real nice yesterday, Eddie. Sorry if I come across grouchy. Or pushy. I know I can be like that. They’re brutal traits, in my line of work.”

“Not a problem,” said Eddie, not quite believing how badly he didn’t want Steve to leave. 

Steve reached the doors, lightly touched the handle and glanced back. “I mean, I’m sure I can do any weird kinks for somebody as nice as you.”

“Did I tell you I had a weird kink for fucking guys in bellboy outfits?” It wasn’t true at all, but Eddie couldn’t help it.

“Yeah, right. That’s a surefire way to experience my weird kink for punching annoying clients in the face.”

Ooookay. For some reason, Eddie grinned about that for the next hour.

The silence that followed Steve’s departure was still too much for Eddie to handle. For the first time in weeks, he put on a CD—Guns n’ Roses’ ‘You could be mine’ simmering on low volume. He picked up the phone and called Dustin.

“I’m gonna go through your notes this afternoon,” Eddie told him. “Will try and get some ideas going, but no promises. Oh, and don’t you dare call this evening. I got a date.”

Eddie’s whispering demons about the half-lie were drowned out by Dustin’s screams: “Aaaaaaaagh! That’s awesome, Eddie. Hey, how about you and your date double up with Suzie and me. There’s this cool new pizza joint on Rodeo Drive—”

“No way in hell,” said Eddie. He didn’t hang up on Dustin this time. At least, not until he’d gotten a promise from his bud to send a fresh batch of decent weed over.

…

Steve reached Eddie’s suite, slightly out of breath, at seven minutes past eight. He still wore his uniform, minus the hat. He really couldn’t risk another night rushing around dressed like a hooker.

Kline had already swiped fifty dollars off him—a ‘cancellation fee’ that he’d demanded Steve charge Eddie. If the slimy son-of-a-bitch discovered Eddie hadn’t chickened out and that Steve had taken the ‘job’ himself, Steve would be out in the gutter.

On the other hand, thanks to Eddie, Steve had been able to put in an order for his prevention meds. That would take the pressure off his rescue inhaler. He already craved that cool, fresh feeling in his lungs, as those expensive pills did their thing, opening up his airways. He’d put the rest aside to pay off a little more of last winter’s hospital debt. 

Shame about lying to Eddie earlier, but hey, who’d wanna hire an asthmatic call-boy? And last night had gone fine, so why worry now?

Eddie opened the door with a megawatt grin. Damn, Eddie was stupid levels of adorable when he smiled. “Hey.”

“Hey there.”

Fortunately, Eddie no longer wore that hideous Hugh Hefner bathrobe. Instead, he wore a pair of black silk boxers and nothing else. He slouched against the door frame, and indicated with his head that Steve should enter. Steve snapped his mouth shut before he drooled.

“The plunge pool is getting hot and steamy,” said Eddie.

“Great.” Steve stepped into the room, tugging apart his collar, stripping his shirt off. “Sorry about the uniform, I uh—”

“Gotta confess,” said Eddie, “I miss the eye-liner… Woah!”  

Steve had peeled down his pants to reveal a teeny pair of denim hotpants. He kicked his clothes across the room, rolled his shoulders back and shimmied his hips… in sync to a very faint beat.

“You’re red-hot, Baby.” Eddie moved close, slid his hands to clasp Steve’s butt, where the super-tiny shorts cut off half-way up Steve’s butt cheeks. They also cut in like cheese wire, particularly now Steve started to grind the bulge around the front of them into Eddie.

“You broke your no-music rule,” he murmured into Eddie’s ear, arms looping up around Eddie’s neck as they swayed to the unfamiliar rock song.

“My penthouse," whispered Eddie. "My rules.”

...

Part 3.2

(Likes reblogs and comments much appreciated and will feed the bunnies🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕)

On tumblr: Part one Part two or search #thefreakinthepenthouse

On AO3 All my ST stuff on AO3

[copperbadge]

I've been toying with the idea for a Shivadh novel, somewhere in the distant future, where a film company wants to shoot a movie in Fonz-Askaz. I thought it would be amusing to call it The Askazer-Shivadlakia Holiday Special.

I just realized the funniest possible version is one where Gregory is sent a copy of the script so he can make sure it's not weird or overly problematic, and the family realize that this cheap romcom about a chef and a prince falling in love is based on him and Eddie.

Except when they speak to the screenwriter it becomes clear that it's not, that "this is just a standard trope of the genre, you know, princes, commoners -- weird food, too. They're all very common to this kind of romance."

And Gregory and Eddie have a moment of "Are we...are we a Hallmark film?" while the rest of the family is all, "Did you not realize that?"

Bonus if people keep mistaking the actor playing the grouchy dad character for Michaelis.

[weneedatdcharacterwho]

We need a Total Drama character who is introduced through their application, where they're shown to be super perky, sweet, and adorable. Until they're shown on the island a total mess. They look like they haven't slept in days and are grouchy and crying all the time. Turns out the cat that was seen in their video ran away and they've been looking for weeks for them. The only reason they're here is they contractually can't back out, but secretly hope to be voted off so they can go back to looking for them.

Miraculously, they find their lost cat ON the island. Even Chris and Chef are unsure how the cat got here of all places

[dxmoness]

This sucked. It is but another cycle which means it's time for your monthly period. Such a detail that hurt so goddamn bad you hated the deities for even bringing this upon women.

With monthly period comes monthly cravings. Now here's the question. How would your husband indulge you in a time like this?

─────── CALLISTO REGULUS?!

TEMPER — How would he indulge these emotions?

If you were ever in a bad temper, he'd most likely be the one to set things right. And by set things right, be his charming persistent self who will probably flirt his way back to your good side.

“Now now dearest, must you be so grouchy?” He coos as he wraps his arms around you. “You know I don't like it when you're like this.” A lie but it was fun for you two pretend when the pains happen.

CRAVINGS — How would he indulge your culinary desires?

What you want he'll give. Well not exactly him himself more of the servants but still. He'll be right there to watch over the cooking and ensure it's safe for you to eat as well as presentable. If not well, you will be quick to hear the cries of the chefs that fell on deaf ears in the kitchen.

“Darling? What are you doing here?” Callisto says the moment he sees you by the kitchen door. The chef is on his knees right in front of him, his eyes filled with relief at the sight of you. Callisto moves towards you as he scooped you up and off the ground, carrying you bridal style. “Let’s get you back to the bedroom.”

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Just a small hc for those who have period pains and love Callisto <3

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‣ no one.

[kiragecko]

Conceptually Jason coul have made a really good villain for Robin Tim.

I got into the fandom about 6 months before Damian showed up. And there WAS quite a bit of villain!Jason fanfic at the point, most of it centred around him and Tim. I really enjoyed it.

I like the current fanon Jason better, now. I like him as a grouchy and somewhat unstable brother. I like him as a book nerd and chef. I like him firmly believing everyone hates him while they desperately try to convince him to come home. I even like a lot of the stuff where the Pit is almost another personality which he is fighting!

But there's something REALLY intriguing about a Jason who's actually cruel. Who's completely in control of himself, and just likes hurting people. It's not really fair to the character, but I still enjoy it!

(I feel similarly about evil Talia. It isn't fair to the character, but the fanfic is fun!)

[pinkrose787]

A Twist in Time: A Trolls AU

This is a new AU, I came up with inspired by the movie Cinderella 3: A Twist in Time. I may or may not end up making a full fic of this premise.

Concept: Creek wanders the forest after being shunned, because of his traitorous actions. There he finds a magic artifact that can change the timeline. He changes it to him being the hero in the situation with the Bergens, saving his fellow Snack Pack members.

This changes everything for the better with his life, and changes everything for the worst for Branch’s life. He’s hailed as the savior of the Pop Trolls.

There’s only one caveat, Branch and Poppy start remembering things from their past life.  It comes in dreams and fleeting moments of deja-vu, but eventually they come together and figure out that something is wrong.

Ships: Broppy, Breek (One-sided on Creek’s side), Creek x Poppy (One-sided on Poppy’s side).

Changes in the Timeline:

Branch is still a grouchy loner, but moreso because a Bergen did actually attack and now all his fears have been validated.

The Pop Trolls are still enemies with the Bergens.

Chef dies and so does the knowledge of where Pop Village is. (or does she?)

Creek ends up marrying Poppy and subsequently becoming King of the Pop Trolls.

Poppy goes on the adventure in TWT alone, with near disastrous results.

John Dory is unable to find Branch or the rest in time and Floyd dies.