#i fucking love making borscht

[blaiddfailcam]

coworkers were reminiscing about my big pot of borscht i brought in for our potluck last year.... 🥲

[midnightbrightside]

pearl and maya come down to see phoenix early into the 7yg. and what do you know, kristoph is there too. phoenix introduces them as pearl studies this new man. she's come to terms w the fact that phoenix and maya arent together, but when she sees how kristoph's hand is placed on phoenix's arm something clicks. "oh! mr kris is mr nick's 'special someone'!"

phoenix goes to correct her but kristoph shushes him, "let her have a little fantasy, it's easier than correcting her anyway."

"yeah, but she'll expect us to act all couple-y in front of her." phoenix warns

kristoph raises an eyebrow, "is that all? half of my office already thinks we're an item, i dont think we'll find it difficult." it's mostly the truth, most of his office have deduced that theyre sleeping together and a few of them call phoenix "mr gavin's boyfriend" when they think he can't hear them.

and that makes phoenix pause. kristoph isn't wrong. everyone seems to think there's something going on: staff at the borscht bowl, kris's coworkers, and now pearls... fuck it, whats the harm in indulging her a little? "yeah, kristoph is my special someone" and he's gotta admit, pearls's delighted squeal makes the lie worth it.

throughout the day it's surprisingly easy to fake it, especially since maya and trucy pick up fast and play along. phoenix is thankful that theyre so smart and put up with his bullshit. even so, every time kristoph laughs at phoenix's jokes or leans into his arms he can feel trucy's gaze boring holes into his back. he doesnt know what she's looking for, but it's a relief when they put her and pearl to bed for a sleepover.

in trucy's room pearl sighs dreamily "wow, mr kris and mr nick are really, truly in love!" she's kicking her feet.

trucy hums a doubtful little "mhm..." and pearl looks worried.

"oh no, you dont sound so sure"

trucy's eyebrows are pinched together like shes thinking very very hard, "i know uncle kris likes daddy a whole lot, i KNOW he does..." she trails off.

"... but?" pearl prompts.

"i don't know! grown-ups are weird" she mumbles, frustrated. daddy and uncle kris aren't actually dating, she knows that. but they didnt seem to not like being a couple today. maybe that means they like each other? but that doesnt feel right either.

pearls pulls trucy out of her thoughts, "hey, if mr nick and mr kris are boyfriend-boyfriend does that mean you have two dads?"

trucy blinks. "uncle kris isnt like daddy," she smiles, "but if he was i think that means i have three!"

meanwhile kristoph, phoenix, and maya are in the living room. maya thanks them for saving her from a million questions about nick on the way back, and tells kristoph it was nice to meet him, it's good for nick to have a "friend" who lives near him for once. she means it.

the moment kristoph leaves maya turns to phoenix, "he's a weird guy."

phoenix smiles "he's not so bad once you get used to him. besides, he's good to trucy and i, and i appreciate that." he doesn't know why kristoph has been so kind to them, but he's in no place to question someone's generosity.

theres a pause as maya thinks, "hell, edgeworth was weird too and you were right about him. i'll trust your judgment this time, gavin seems to make you happy" a smile creeps onto her face, "so dont take 3 years to confess to this one," and she laughs as phoenix sputters and blushes.

[wizardfrog69]

can you do Nikolai and fyodor separately with a reader who’s fluent in their mother language? and reader didn’t tell them just so they could mess with them? thanks!

Thanks for the request!

I'm gonna do Ukrainian for Nikolai since he is Ukrainian although it is possible that he spoke Russian but idc.

Also I don't know Russian or Ukrainian so I'm sorry for any mistakes, I will put the translation in there so dw! :)

'•.¸♡Mother tongue♡¸.•'

Gn!reader

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Enjoy!

Feat. Nikolai, Fyodor

Nikolai

Nikolai often talked or sung to himself in Ukrainian thinking you never understood him.

He might tell you random words in Ukrainian and ask you to guess what they mean or just to piss you off.

He was always filled by your sarcastic answers and replies.

When he found out you could also talk Ukrainian he would talk to you in Ukrainian more often and might switch from the languages from time to time.

(I'm gonna use Google translate, sorry. Also idk if Ukrainian uses male/female version of words as frequently as it is in Polish (I'm translating from Polish to Ukrainian) so I'm gonna use the female one because... I actually don't know)

'dobryy vechir, kokhana, yak proyshov tviy denʹ' (good evening my love, how was your day?) Nikolai asked in his usual enthusiastic voice. 'vysnazhlyvo, vony daly meni tak bahato roboty.' (exhausting, they gave me so much work) you replied exasperated.

Nikolai's smile turning into a shock before morphing into a smirk. 'You never told me you could speak ukrayinsʹka!' Nikolai shouted playfully. 'You never asked.' You replied simply struggling to repress the smile you're hiding.

Fyodor

You fucking know Fyodor would find out one way or another but let's pretend he doesn't know, just for now atleast.

Fyodor didn't speak Russian as he had no use for it in Japan, he did forget some words here and there as everyone does but he just replaced it with a synonym and didn't bother with thinking of the word.

He does write in Russian whenever he writes, be it on his computers or into a note book.

(Just read what I said at the beginning of the Nikolai scenario but replace Ukrainian with Russian)

You heard the door open and in came Fyodor, he had just gotten back from a long day of working and what better way to cheer him up than to make him some borscht!

Fyodor's mind was too tired to think in a different language so he subconsciously started to talk to you in Russian. 'vkusno pakhnet, moy myshonok.' (smells delicious, my little mouse). Fyodor yawned as his arms entangled themselves around your waist as he placed his head on you shoulder. 'Spasibo.' (Thank you) you thanked.

Your reply was different somehow, when Fyodor realised what you had said his head perked up and he only looked at you silently. 'You never told me you knew Russian.' He whispered in your ear. 'It never really came up, and technically you never told me either.' You replied.

Fyodor only shrugged and placed his head back where it was wanting to fall asleep there and then.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Idk if you can tell but I'm a bit tired.

Have a wonderful day/night

-Az

[milky-fixx]

misunderstanding

childe x reader // genshin impact.

—when it comes to childe, it's difficult to define what you two are. or is it? maybe you've been misunderstanding him this entire time.

You didn’t even think you and Childe were anything.

After all, neither of you have bothered to label the strange arrangement you have. Sure, he likes to off-handedly mention you visiting his family in Snezhnaya whenever he’s around, and yes, he does often joke about starting a family, but you thought those were just friendly things. Something a family man like Childe would say to any fuck buddy.

(Though in hindsight you suppose there are things that make it seem like more than just that. Like the fact that he came over to make you borscht when you were sick, even if he'd just come from a month-long Fatui excursion. And fed it to you by the spoonful, jokingly commenting about being by your side "in sickness or health." Or the fact that apparently even Teucer knew who you were, and kept saying he was excited to meet his "big brother's girlfriend."

But surely, surely these could all be misunderstandings, right? Childe hardly seems like the relationship type.)

From your perspective, you and Childe are nothing more than two comrades who spent time battling and fucking it out. Nothing more and nothing less. But when you step out of your room in Inazuma, intent on picking up some tonkotsu ramen for dinner, you're certainly not expecting to open the door and for your entire field of vision to be blocked.

You blink.

Upon closer inspection, it looks like a ginormous whale plushie, nearly as tall as you. Big enough to fill your doorway.

You poke your head out the door, looking around. There's no one in sight.

After lugging the whale plush into your room—it really was a ridiculous size, certainly something a child would love--a note affixed to its fin catches your eye.

You open it, only to snort. It's an invitation.

Dinner with me, tonight? Be at Uyuu Restaurant by 7.

(You don't even need to ask who left it. The whale is his signature animal after all.)

“Did you like the present?” he asks you as you slip into the seat across him. The restaurant is alive tonight, bustling with customers, mostly couples.

"Was it a reference to our first fight?" He seems puzzled by your question, cocking his head slightly. "You know... when you summoned a giant Hydro whale to slam me into the ground?"

He laughs good-naturedly. "Oh, so you do remember!" You glare at him, pouting as you swipe some of his tempura. He already ordered everything on the menu. Classic Childe; spares no expenses to get the best. "I didn't pick it in jest, though. I'm... surprised you remember our first battle. It seems so long ago."

"How could I forget? It knocked me out, you asshole."

He laughs again, and you decide to drop the banter, at least a little. "It is a cute gift, though," you say, softer now. "It'll help me make much fonder memories with whales."

A wide grin stretches his face. "Of course. Only the best from Snezhnaya’s Number One Toy Seller.” He says it so earnestly you can't help but laugh yourself.

"Of course. How could I forgot you're not only the big bad Harbinger, but also a hard-working toy seller. And you have enough time to keep a lonely, little thing like me company? Truly, a man with many commitments."

"Ah, but you're forgetting." Something in his demeanor changes. He shifts slightly in his seat. "The last one is just as important as either of the first two, especially now--"

The waitress arrives with your drinks, setting down sake along with two small cups. You thank her, looking up to notice that Childe is staring at you peculiarly, with that same serious intensity he often slips into, so unlike the playful side he often shows to others.

“That necklace you're wearing..." he says suddenly. "I haven't seen it before. Where's it from?"

"Ah." You grasp the pendant. It's a simple but elegant necklace of cor lapis, Rex Lapis' symbol engraved into it. "Zhongli gave it to me. After the whole... Liyue fiasco. As thanks."

Childe's stare turns peculiar. "Have you... been wearing it since then? I haven't seen it on you."

"No! Just occasionally."

"Occasionally, huh," he repeats, before bringing his thumb to his chin, seeming to think. You pick a piece of karaage off his plate, munching. You think you catch him muttering something about "that sly old man making his moves," but snort, deciding to let him work through whatever he's thinking.

He looks up suddenly, as if he remembered something suddenly.

"I did get you another gift."

You swallow roughly, nearly choking on the piece of chicken. "Another—Childe, you didn't have to! My room can't fit anymore plushies."

"It's not a toy," he says, reaching into his back pocket, before pulling out a plush velvet box. He opens it, showing you an intricately designed silver necklace, set with bright rubies.

“I was thinking... we could match," he says, pointing to his ruby earring.

You're stunned speechless for a beat. "Childe..." Matching jewelry? The plushie? The dinner? While he's always spotted you food, and you've never thought twice about it, the gifts are a lot. They seem to hint at a more serious relationship between you two. "Are you sure you want to—"

"I..." He runs a hand through his hair in agitation. "It doesn't go well with Zhongli's gaudy gift though."

“Gaudy… you mean the necklace? Well, I could wear both.”

His smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I dunno... I think red suits you better."

"Childe..." You stare him down. "Don't tell me you're jealous. Over a piece of jewelry."

He shrugs offhandedly, toying with his rice. Hilariously, his chopstick skills are still terrible; he's spilled rice grains all over his table. Yet he pretends he's still eating it.

"Maybe you could wear the necklace off whoever you're thinking about. You know. As a sign."

"I'm not thinking about Zhongli right now," you say in exasperation. "Are you serious?"

He locks eyes with you.

"It's a gift from a friend! Of course I'll wear it."

"Then..." He pauses. "Then do you mind wearing mine? Dear friend?"

You take off the gift you're wearing, and Childe stands up to help you latch the necklace on. Sitting back down, only then does he seem to relax into his seat, seeming much more at ease.

"I just think it suits you better."

"...You mean having your claim on me suits you better?" you say wryly.

"Exactly!"

You sigh.

Does he think you're Teucer, his little brother? Easily swayed by shiny objects? 

You eye the beautiful necklace he's gifted you, the way it seems to drape around your neck perfectly. He really did put a lot of effort into the gift.

Maybe he's right.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?" you say.

He shrugs off your complaints once more, seemingly back to his cheery disposition now that you're wearing his necklace. Now that you've chosen him, in a sense.

He truly is a piece of work.

"Also... this really isn't a way to ask me to be your girlfriend, you know."

Childe’s eyes widen. “Comrade…” Now he sounds exasperated. “You mean you didn’t know…? I'm not one for labels, but I thought we’ve been a thing this entire time!”

[diagonal-queen]

nikolai x reader in the winter

okay so uh SUPER self indulgent post incoming

cw: nikolai is a bit of a bastard and he gets himself sick like the skrunkly little moron he is. food mentions. 

imagine its winter. obviously it’s cold outside and snowing and stuff, so you’re wanting to spend the day inside. if you’re anything like me you wrap yourself in blankets and wear fluffy pyjamas in winter. but that dick nikolai is silly n goofy. he would blast the aircon just to fuck with you and make you super cold (secretly, he thinks it’s cute that you’re annoyed with him and burrito-ing yourself in all the blankets and feels accomplished whenever he gets a cranky face from you). 

eventually once he’s done tormenting you he’ll sit down on the ground in between your legs and let you mess with his hair while you guys are watching TV. give him a couple tugs and massage his head a little bit. he may be a menace but that relaxes him a lot. 

if nikolai makes you hot chocolate it would be very tasty but he would certainly overdo it with the marshmallows. he dumps piles of them into both mugs and they get everywhere (if you nag him enough he will help you clean the marshmallow powder later). ‘this is nice, Kolya, but marshmallows are tumbling out of my mug. i cant drink it like this.’ - you, probably. he gives you a face and tuts to himself because you’re just so cute when you’re concerned about his little shenanigans. in many ways he is a little bit of a sadist. 

once you get through the hot chocolate and you’re all warm and toasty, nikolai may take a seat in the armchair beside a crackling fireplace and treat you to sitting on his lap, where you both stay unusually quiet in your state of tranquility. maybe you occasionally mutter silly things to each other to get a soft chuckle out of the other person. nikolai pats your thigh with one large hand, and slowly cards the other one through your hair. this happens until, eventually, you fall asleep in his arms. 

the next day nikolai wants to play in the snow, because who the fuck doesn’t?? (i do. i live in a place without snow). it might take a little bit of convincing for you though, because the idea of nikolai in a snowball fight is simply envisioning a war you absolutely can’t win. nonetheless, his pleas and his wrapping his arms around you from behind and whining ‘c’mon, dove. please? can we?’ eventually wear you down, and so you bundle yourselves in warm winter gear before heading out. nikolai has seen plenty of snow in his life but he always seems so captivated by it. it is very beautiful! 

there are two ways to snap him from this trance! the safe option is to pounce on him, knocking you both into the snow. yes, it might be cold, but you won’t be noticing that while you’re in nikolai’s arms and you and him laugh in unison. the deadly option is to throw a snowball at him. that’s a declaration of battle. you will not be spared, even if you are his s/o. 

he will tear your ass to shreds in a snowball fight. though, if you were to get a bit of ice in your eye, he would stop and check to see if your eye’s broken. if not, he doesn’t give you a second to recuperate. he’s right back at it. and of course, once you are on your knees (literally or metaphorically, either is fine for him) begging for his mercy, he may give it to you. 

nikolai would definitely be the one out of the both of you to catch a cold from the snow, because he does not know when to quit. you could tell him to come inside for hours, but he won’t reappear until he’s pale and very obviously got a cold. nikolai is fatigued and lethargic when he’s sick, and him being low-energy is a very sad sight. 

get this man some borscht soup and medicine. he will probably ask you to spoon feed him because he’s just soooo weak and achy and can’t do it himself! he’s a man child and i love him for it. that being said, he is extremely appreciative when you help take care of him. he does give you soft words of gratitude with rosy cheeks and maybe a little peck to your hand (can’t be kissing your lips cus you might get sick and he’d NEVER do that to you!) (he does it a few hours later having completely forgotten he’s sick in the first place)

i love winter already but i think i’d especially love to share it with nikolai

[royaltrios]

2024 writing retrospective

i wrote some fics this year, as i always do. i want to talk about it for entirely self-absorbed naval-gazing reasons

this year, unlike last's which was a lot of dgs, was 90% genshin impact fanfiction. this is slightly embarrassing to look back on as i dont fuck with genshin (or gacha) anymore. despite that, the characters stayed with me (and maybe still do a bit, in my own way) for the better part of 3 years, so i felt like they were the only thing i could write as nothing else i partook in this year ever really got to the "i can and want to write gay fanfiction for this" territory.

so genshin. or; three characters from genshin. ive always liked genshins world despite stopping playing it for good halfway through this year. i liked the chiscara i wrote for it, i think just by blind passion and confidence that comes from spending time with the characters alone the fics ive done for it are some of the best and most fun ive written. photosynethesia, my nahida+scara retrospective that i finally finished in summer of this year (after starting last april!) is my favorite fic ive ever done. i keep going back to it (despite my ever-present battle with past and present tense) and going, yeah, this was really good. i find whenever i focus and write stuff with no sex to lead up to, i feel good about it. probably because im doing something different than what i always do.

i started this year with a fic about being cold, which i wrote whilst visiting my very good friend up in minnesota. one night we walked from their apartment to a gay bar in minus eleven farenheight wind chill. i wrote a lot of that fic in little cafes and sitting on their sofa bed. i loved their warm apartment (they've since moved), talking about storytelling with them over borscht (i miss borscht so bad, i keep telling myself im going to finally learn how to make it, but i dont totally know where to find beets here, and japanese sour cream sucks)

i didnt write for all of my spring semester. i graduated, finally. i took a ferry an hour to meet my internet friends and live in a house with them for a few days. i felt out of place for about 24 hours and then i didnt anymore. i love being around people who are all unhealthily into the same fictional people. the friend who picked me up and drove me talked about my fanfiction and how much they liked it to my face. like quoted instances from it. that was something completely new to me, and im still shocked that people out there read and think about my stuff at all, despite my daily ao3 email telling me that they do. everyday.

after photosynesthesia, my favorite is probably the aforementioned last year's snow. the good memories of writing it, and i honestly think it turned out pretty well. im a fan of their characterization there. then i had a lot of fun with bloodflow, as i allowed myself to be looser and funnier with some of childe's narration, because, well, hes childe. i liked all the chiscara i wrote this year, as most of it was written in a like frantic obsession driven one and a half month spiral before i moved.

there was a final chiscara fic i wanted to complete to round off my series, but ive marked the ao3 collection as complete for now. i dont want to really think about genshin anymore, and id much rather put it as a whole, behind me. still, i wrote good for it. im glad about that. maybe one day ill write that last fic, but probably not.

recently i read a manga that rewired my brain chemistry, as things are known to do to me from time to time, and so ive been writing for that. it feels really fun to get out of genshin fantasy world and write things i know, like being in undergrad, and modern day tokyo. plus theres age gap and guilt, two of my favorite things to talk about ever!

i started on some dgs fics this year, which id like to go back to eventually when this onslaught of wayama yama manga lets me go (im considering writing fic for two characters in a 30ish page oneshot, how crazy is that? they dont even have character tags on ao3). and regardless i miss writing about barok pining, asoryuu doing nothing and saying nothing and it meaning everything. i miss being able to write in my bastardized victorian fiction style!

though i got close to writing rgg fic this year, i didnt ever get there (i dont like writing before i know the full story, and rgg is, unfortunately (?), almost ten games long. i did, however, discover bible's rgg/judgment fics while on vacation in california in may, and theyre some of the hottest porn ive ever read. really, theyre great. i love how detailed they are. i think about them practically every day. they judgment ones are literally like, tied to the actual game to me.

other than really good yakuza porn (i still think about the keihin-tohoku line every time i pass the keihin-tohoku line in tokyo station-- ive even ridden on it a couple times!), ive also been revisiting the canon series by endles and miko, which still staggers me with its length and attention to detail. goals, honestly. gtsk's insane nahida+scara stuff is some of the best poetry ive read period. i can't believe how good it is. i wish all of genshin was just their fics. mango's fics i still read every single time i get the notification in my email, and even if i know basically nothing about honkai star rail, singularity is one of the fics that gives me a feeling most like 'home' that ive ever read.

ive been more into the idea of getting into a characters viewpoint when im writing them, even though i write 3rd person exclusively. i feel like the words they use and observations they have, even the tone and length of sentences should be filtered through that character's viewpoint before anything else. if a character is simple and quick, then their pov even in third person should reflect that: shorter sentences, slightly simpler turns of phrase. the same goes for the opposite. id like to keep that in mind going forward.

i moved across the world earlier this year. it snows a lot here, more than where i was before. im still writing. ive even started reading again, which i didnt do much of in my final semester. the first month in my hot, empty apartment i finally finished all of svsss, a series that is extraordinarily dear to me for how goofy it is. i think its by far mxtx's best and most earnest. nowadays, im riding out the end of the year by mostly sitting at my kotatsu and writing, or laying under my kotatsu and reading. god i love books, indie publishing, kinky weird fanfiction. i love words. ive been reading words in other languages and i love those, too!

i mentioned i started the year writing about being cold. the fic ive got going now is also about being (slightly less, but still) cold. maybe im just a cold guy. but its nice to write while the snow falls out my balcony window, in a place i only recently began calling home.

here's to more words in 2025, and more ill-advised fanfiction too.

[propertyofkylar]

I had a dream about great hawk. Or harpy. It was most likely a harpy. I had to climb a pine tree for him to find me then my mom said that i shouldn't climb those trees and then harpy says that I won't fall and then we began to clean a well from leaves. But he wouldn't stop dropping the shovels in the well, first he dropped one, then he tried to retrieve it with another shovel, he gets the shovel but he drops another one in there, then suddenly there are fucking 4 shovels in the well and we have none.

this is so funny thank you for sharing i am sorry he kept dropping your shovels but i love that your subconscious is coming up with sitcom style humor

personally i had a dream last night that my mom was going to make borscht

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

🎵 Whirling in Rags, 8 AM

"A police woman."

HORSE-FACED WOMAN - "Yes..." Her voice is quiet. "A police woman who just wants to do her job, that's all," she says quietly and looks away.

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - Something about the man with sunglasses and you, the energy between you two, is making her uncomfortable.

5. "Okay. Good-bye." [Leave.]

Alright, let's have another look at the bullet.

FRACTURED BULLET - The bullet is still safely sealed away in a plastic bag bearing the RCM stamp.

4. [Hand/Eye Coordination - Legendary 14] Try to determine what type of weapon shot this.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION [Legendary: Success] - You can't remember what happened last week -- what makes you think you're going to remember arcane firearm models?

-1 Morale

This is still a really hard check. It's probably worth waiting until we know more.

5. The bullet has nothing more to say. [Put it away.]

GORĄCY KUBEK - The man ponders his cooking utensils and gives you a little nod, acknowledging your presence.

"Do you know what's behind that door?" (Point to the blue door.)

"Leo said you're friends with Mañana. Is that true?"

"What is in that borscht you're making there?" (Point to the large pot.)

"You've got some impressive pots there."

"I don't think I need anything else. Stay masculine!" [Leave.]

GORĄCY KUBEK - The mention of 'Mañana' gets his attention. He smiles and delivers a whole slew of unfamiliar words and lively gestures. Then he falls silent again.

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - They're friends.

2. "What is in that borscht you're making there?" (Point to the large pot.)

GORĄCY KUBEK - The man says a couple of sentences in that strange language of his and then seems to wait for you to speak.

"Yes." (Nod.)

"No." (Shake your head.)

"Sorry, I don't understand you."

GORĄCY KUBEK - Just one word. Sounds quizzical. Then he awaits your answer with his brow arched.

"Yes." (Nod.)

GORĄCY KUBEK - "*Barszcz* need…" He looks at the soup, then at you. "More *wódka*?" He picks up a bottle from the shelf.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Okay, so it's vodka that keeps the men happy and in good spirits." He nods. "Clever move by the Union."

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Vodka-borscht! I love it, *bratan*! Turn it the fuck up and then ask for some yourself.

LOGIC [Trivial: Success] - Turning it up seems like a dangerous idea, honestly. The place is a powder keg.

[creacherkeeper]

multiples of 4 for waylon squad <3 pwease

4. what is their comfort food?

waylon: hot chocolate <3

scruggs: borscht!!

lizzie: chocolate chip cookies :o)

kelsey: plain spanish rice

8. what is the most interesting thing that they regularly carry on their person?

waylon: his old wedding ring

scruggs: a leather cord bracelet with five beads on it

lizzie: probably her sword. all her important items are Put Away Safely

kelsey: a cool looking rock and a wax candle from onion they always keep in their pockets

12. do they tend to hold a lot of tension in their body? if so, where?

waylon: not really. he cant feel his body too much anymore

scruggs: not as much as he used to. but i think he clenches his fists when he's upset and they can get achy

lizzie: yeah, a lot. mostly in her shoulders

kelsey: yes <3 their back and legs hurt a lot

16. which member of their family are they the most fond of, if any?

waylon: he loves all his kids but kelsey is. his baby.

scruggs: you could get scruggs to choose between all his sisters over his cold dead body but he. was a mama's boy <3

lizzie: scruggs is definitely the easiest to get along with but she's put the most effort into strengthening her relationship with kelsey and feels really proud of the place they've been able to get to even if it's not perfect. she is. very protective over kelsey <3 which luckily kelsey doesnt mind too much

kelsey: they love both of their siblings but. they are a daddy's girl <3

20. describe one of your favourite rp moments with this character

waylon: he hasn't had a Ton of screentime but i think the fight between him and lizzie that will overheard and then his subsequent conversation with will about brandi <3 just listened to lizzie be like youre not my dad actually so fuck off and then immediately was like. no you can kill brandi actually go for it

scruggs: simply all the him and will being horny on main scenes are so so funny 2 me. horndog ass middle aged men

lizzie: the onion and lizzie catfight <3 and then immediately afterwards giving divine her jacket and rambling about why she likes divine and getting kissed about it. girl had a Day

kelsey: they havent had much screentime (where they actually talked) but as far as their Content probably summer fun day <3 autism creacher on main <3 sister time <3

24. are they good at keeping secrets? does it depend on how big the secret is?

waylon: very much so yes

scruggs: he is <3 not very good at it <3 but will if it's important. he's a lot better at keeping other people's secrets than his own

lizzie: oh she will keep any secret forever and ever

kelsey: they're okay at keeping secrets but mostly because they only talk to their family members. so they Can keep secrets there's just less stakes for them to

28. what is something that helps to comfort them?

waylon: music. it's something he can still enjoy even though he's a zombie

scruggs: making a meal for people he cares about <3

lizzie: her jacket :o)

kelsey: tight hugs!!

32. what emotion do they feel the most often?

waylon: sadness

scruggs: mirth

lizzie: frustration

kelsey: fear

36. are they introverted or extroverted?

waylon: introverted

scruggs: very extroverted!

lizzie: pretty in the middle

kelsey: wants to be around people all the time but only Their People

40. what do they smell like?

waylon: rotten meat and flowery perfumes

scruggs: cedarwood and smokey

lizzie: sun baked clay and honey

kelsey: fizzy and sparkly and lavender

[charcadett]

NOT A REQUEST BUT YOUR DAD GRUSHA HEADCANONS HAD ME SILENTLY GIGGLING AND SMILING SM <333

IM SO GLAD i loved doing that post im a sucker for family dynamics. plus grusha would be such a funny dad to have. imagining him getting a family cook book from his mom and its this massive fucking tome that she plops into his arms. finally he can make something other than borscht and as the years go by i know he takes that shit SO serious. he is going to have the BEST fucking stew at this pta meeting so help him god

[aeondeug]

sometimes i forget that a lot of people fucking hate beets because like how could you hate beets they make great pickled veggies and are needed for borscht but then i remember that a long running family joke is how much my grandfather who very much hates beets in all their forms loves pickled beets more than life itself.

[wizardfrog69]

DOA trio with a male friend that cooks very well and they secretly have a crush on the reader?👀 like the reader looks so intimidating but he's wearing a hello kitty apron (bonus points if the reader has long hair😋😋)

Thanks for the request!

'•.¸♡Strong but soft♡¸.•'

Man/gender nuteral reader

(I'm going to stop using male/fem reader. It will either not be specified, therefore gender nuteral, man, or woman. If it is a woman/man reader, it is also gender nuteral, and I will be specifying. If the reader is going to be amab (assigned male at birth) or afab (assigned female at birth) I will be saying amab or afab as to make it more make sense and be more inclusive.

Masterlist

Enjoy!

Feat. Nikolai, Fyodor, Sigma

Nikolai Gogol

Nikolai thinks you look funny. Like you look strong and like you are a body guard for a mafia, but here you are casually cutting spring onion with is a hello kitty apron and a braid Nikolai gave you.

If you make him piroshki, he is professing his love to you right there and then.

He would show off your cooking skills anytime he gets. You made cookies? Nikolai's giving one to Sigma and saying you made them. You made borscht? He's giving some to Fyodor and blabing on how YOU made it.

He loves you and compliments your cooking by trying to murder you

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

He has no time to cook, so when someone he likes cooks for him???? He is head over heels all over you, although he never tells you.

When he first saw you, he almost started laughing. He simply never expected you to be dressed... like that!

He expected a more professional black apron that has FUCKING HOLES IN IT :( whyyyy

Fyodor is gate keeping all of your cooking (sorry Sigma babe) and he's eating all of those piroshki.

Dw he's never confessing his love to you.

Sigma

He deserves all the cookies in the univers.

You're his personal baker now.

When he first saw you over a stove, he could care less about your apron. He is focused on you and the wonderful smell.

He is complimenting the hell out of that cooking.

If you enjoy cooking, you could give him lunch. He probably forgets to eat at work or in general, so whenever you remind him to eat/drink, he'll think it is very considerate, and he'll thank you kindly. Inside, he is screaming like a fan girl.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

I would like to formally apologise for forgetting how attractive Fyodor is, and also for being more informal, similarly to how much writing started.

I hope everyone is having a wonderful time!

Have a wonderful day/night and get sleep

-love, Az

[finn0]

chipotle order?

OZ version is GYG or Zambrero in which case the beef burrito from GYG is somehow the shit, but zambie's used to have like an adobo chicken that was curried almost which was astonishingly delicious but now they don't do it, but I would suggest if you're making a burrito please put some curry in your pulled chicken or pork because it weirdly works so well with all the other regular mexican flavours

thoughts on veganism?

far too much work and you'll find yourself talking about it all the time. if you have to ask whether sour patch kids have gelatine in them and whether you're killing the planet by eating fists full of sugar shaped like pink watermelon babies, it's negating not having a bloody chicken wing once a decade

a specific color that gives you the ick?

really pale, almost washed out white people skin. like the peaky skin of someone who's about to be sick

mythical creature you think/believe is real?

I've encountered enough river eels to imagine that something fucked up and huge lives in Loch Ness. Or the Ogopogo in Canada. Or the Mongolian death worm. A giant worm in the sand dunes of the Gobi desert? Probably!

favorite form of potato?

Creamy dauphinoise with a tiny bit of chili in it. Or a really crisp latke.

do you use a watch?

no, irrelevant creation. also calling it a timepiece is so ridiculous.

what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

OCTOPUS

do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

anything where i'm not sweaty and my balls can meet their best friends, my knees

do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?

Oh yes, cocoa butter vaseline on my face all day, hyaluronic acid after a shower around my eyes, same thing but in cream form as a night cream

on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?

ginger ale, because air travel is the least likely place I will ever drink alcohol. and orange juice swells me up like poison ivy

anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

a few trinkets, but I've never thrown a book away in my life

brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?

Dove cucumber soap

first thing you’re doing in the purge?

finding a former manager and breaking her limbs before throwing her down a well

do you think you’re dehydrated?

constantly

rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

best to worst: freezing, drowning, burning

thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

underrated and preferred

an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

vaping honestly.

your boba/tea order?

total waste of money. a teabag is 1 cent at home.

the veggie you dislike the most?

I used to violently hate beetroot until I learned how to roast them properly and a friend made some amazing borscht. So now? idk, even kale chips are good. love brussel sprouts. love parsnips. love asparagus. idk. I guess I've never had a turnip every before.

favorite disney princess movie?

I could not give less of a shit about disney

a number that weirds you out?

?

do you have an emotional support water bottle?

I have lost every water bottle I've ever owned within one week

do you wear jewelry?

I have 3 key rings that I wear on my pinky because if they fall off they're easily replacable and I also lost my engagement ring the very next day after the fact

which do you find yourself using, american or british english?

british because it's from there and I never have to say aluminum

would you say you have good taste in music?

oh. no.

how’s your spice tolerance?

incredible. i've eaten cayenne peppers raw as a snack

what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?

the least amount of short and shirts I can, I am out of control overheated at all times

last meal on earth?

honestly a crispy pork banh mi and a ripe mango that I eat over a sink

preferred pasta noodle?

rigatoni, with pork sausage, fennel, chili and cream. Ina Garten's recipe is the absolute bomb.

[crashingmeteorz]

doing it again, ranting about pat’s art TRY TO STOP MEEEEE

so much feels like it doesn’t even need to be said, which you alluded to in your tags, and pat that’s bc the concept was planned and executed so well i can’t even believe it. this feels silly to say bc of how talented, creative, and capable you are, but getting to listen in on small pieces of your process as you developed the idea just makes me so proud??? bc you did it!!!! the way you play with the medium, the originality of this idea, god i love it so much!!! and you knocked it out of the PARK my friend!!!!

i know color is your muse in many ways, and you play with it so well. i love sherlock & the borscht being in bright, clear, obvious colors as everything else, john included, is gray. the soup offering is so clearly more than soup with this concept!!! it’s an offer for life and joy, it’s a gateway to sherlock’s world! and more than this, sherlock’s almost reaching out is the biggest gesture of all, you can SEE the way john’s shoulder begins to glow from sherlock’s presence, see how completely torn sherlock is in this unfamiliar situation, that he wants to help but doesn’t know what’s best.

and then john is overwhelmed - beautifully and warmly - by sherlock’s world crashing into and splashing across baker street. with the officer’s arrival, it’s not long until john is surrounded by the color and vibrancy, but still we do not see a change in john himself until sherlock deduces him and ensnares him all at once, hook like and sinker. oh pat how beautiful your gifts to us are.

i could go on, ofc, particularly about the bottom “panel” of the fifth page, the warm yellow light that represents all the good that is to come, all that there can be built up from their friendship. we go from john alone to john as THE central figure in sherlock’s life!!! in less than a year!!! it’s CRAZY and you demonstrate so wonderfully why and how it happens so quickly, what about this is appealing. john was looking for his life to start over again, he just didn’t know where the on switch was - and he finds it in sherlock.

and the pupils!! how they turn bright colors (orange for sherlock, red for john) in the heat of a deduction! their focus and intensity reflected back on each other, culminating in a fully colored john the final page. i particularly enjoyed the focus on hands as well - again, the fifth page has john’s translucent, faded hand in focus as he descends the stairs. the final page has his hand around the mic, completely filled in and alive with purpose and excitement.

and there’s more, ofc - the tube map, the swirling pattern in the last few pages like licks of flame - not burning but setting a fire, sparking joy, so to speak. the little realistic details like the height difference, john’s mismatched socks, sherlock’s various cuts and scrapes, the officer obviously prepping with no small amount of joy to hear john get owned by sherlock. FUCK it’s all so GOOD!!!

literally can’t believe i know you and we’re FRIENDS, like hi, yeah, this is my pal pat, THEIR WORK CHANGES LIVES. but since we are i want you to know how amazing it is to see the passion, love, and thought you have for this podcast translated so perfectly! thanks for sharing this with all of us pat im going to think about it forever.

Happy 1 year anniversary to Mr Sherlock Holmes! Here's a litttleee celebratory comic from me

[georgipopovich-voiceblog]

Do you have any examples of classic Russian food? I know us Americans have meatloaf, sandwiches, and fried chicken as foods that seem to never gone out of style.

"Sure! Borscht. It's fermented beet soup, you can eat it hot or cold, and honestly you'll see loads of beets in most Russian recipes just because they're so fucking abundant.

"Blini, which is essentially like... how do I explain this.... pancakes that you eat like tortillas. You fill them with whatever you like and fold them, wrap them, fry them... honestly, people use them as just handheld edible cutlery....

"Shchi, which is a cabbage soup. (As Russians, we fucking LOVE soup. Because you can put fucking anything in a pot and make it feed like twenty people).

"Smetana, which is a side dish flatbread used for any dish you can think of.

"Gurieve Kasha, a semolina based porridge, you can make it sweet, spicy, savory, and is a big staple breakfast food, because it's served piping hot and great in a to-go mug."

"To be honest, there's loads of meat ones as well, like Piroshki, and Beef Stroganoff, but I'm not exactly a cookbook."

[spacebeyonce]

Top 5 recipes you like!

oh HELL yes newt I LOVE you for this one OKAY -

this short rib borscht recipe. it goes hard. it goes crazy. its fucking insane delicious and warm and filling. a lot of work to make but SO worth it in the end

ROASTED TOMATO SOUP WITH CHEESY CROUTONS. this soup FUCKS. it is THERE FOR ME when I am down and need something tomato-y. 10 OUT OF 10 SOUP.

samin nosrat's recipe for liguran focaccia. I have made this bread a ridiculous amount of times and I will never get tired of it.

ANOTHER banger samin recipe - soy braised short ribs. these are DELICIOUS. salty, sweet, sooooooo umami, and fall off the bone tender GOOD.

the last one doesn't really have a recipe to follow....it's a salad from one of the local restaurants in my city -

I just took this and did my best making it at home and it is DELICIOUS. SO good, SO sweet and tart and filling, like ugh. perfect lunch salad. your pee WILL turn a funny color from all the beets but bitch it is worth it and beets are good for you anyway SO 😤