#like blueberry soup

[raccoonwooyoung]

Soup. :]

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

No wonder I’m obsessed with out of context compilations when the commercials I grew up with were like this

[bunnyboy-juice]

toddler dinners >>>>

[ifixedyourrecipe]

"The Best Blueberry Pie I've Ever Eaten"

Ingredients:

1 9 inch frozen pie shell (or whatever crust you're using)

1 16oz bag frozen blueberries

1/2 cup granulated sugar

1 tbsp unsalted butter

1/4 tsp cinnamon

1/8 tsp salt

2 tsp lemon juice

1 tbsp cornstarch

Crumbled graham cracker pie crust/actual graham crackers/optional crumble topping

(Optional crumble topping: 2 tbsp butter (cold), 2 tbsp brown sugar, 1 1/2 tbsp flour, mix until it forms small clumps. yw.)

Instructions:

Defrost pie shell. Preheat oven to 350 F.

In a saucepan, mix blueberries, butter, sugar, cinnamon, salt, and lemon juice. Cook on medium-high heat until butter is melted and blueberries are warm and have released their juice. Sift in cornstarch, stirring to combine. Increase heat to high for like 5 minutes until the filling thickens.

Pour into pie shell and top with graham cracker crust bits/crumble/whatever. Bake for 45 minutes. Allow to cool at least 20 minutes before serving.

(Source + Notes below the cut)

Source: AllRecipes - Homemade Blueberry Pie

I'm not gonna lie, this happened because I was at my mother-in-law's house and she brought home frozen blueberries and pie shells at the request of her son. She had no idea how to make a blueberry pie, and I'd just made two of the spiced pear pie recipes (which I'll post after this), and uh...I won't lie, I jumped in and volunteered to make the pie. She admitted readily that she had no idea what she was doing, and I figured I could save it from becoming a disaster. It turned out really well! I gave it this title because it's what three different people said about it.

It probably needed more blueberries for a 12 inch pie crust, but I used what I had.

[faillen]

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[seungfl0wer]

*𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙙*

Pairing: Coyote!Hybrid Minho x Hybrid! Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Biting, Knotting mention, Oral(69), Pussy/Ass Slaps, Slight hair pulling, Mentions of “pups”, Mentions of Heat, Creampie, Unprotected sex. Sorry for any mistakes or missing tags.

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You laid under a tree wishing nothing more than to disappear. Your family had brought you with them to their cabin. Everything seemed great until a few days ago when you woke up and they were gone. They had abandoned you in the woods with no food or anything. Tying you to a tree before they left saying “this is for the best.” The face of women sat in the car said it all. She was always jealous of you and your owner’s relationship. She found it weird he treated you like any normal person. How it seemed you two were best friends. How she was so sure you and him have had sex. She was jealous. This was her doing.

The rope was hard to get off. Tied way too tightly around your neck you had to saw it off with your short nails. It took hours on end to finally break you free. Now that you were free the only thing you could think about was how hungry you were. You weren’t the best at hunting and after many failed attempts you found yourself by some blueberry bushes. You scarfed them down picking every single last one off you could.

Days turned to weeks and you were struggling to get by. You had gotten a little better at hunting but not enough that you weren’t still starving. Your body was hurting today it felt sore and wobbly. A warmth came over your body like drinking a hot bowl of soup. Your insides felt like they were burning almost. You didn’t know what was going on only that you felt like you were honestly dying. You wondered the woods trying to find a good place to sleep when you spotted a cave.

Your eyes fluttered open and close, a sharp pain twisting through your stomach. You fell to your knees curling up into a ball. In the midst of everything you could see movement in the bushes. You let out whimper of pain as you clenched your stomach. The figure appearing in front of you. His nose pressed to your neck taking your scent in. “Must be lost hm?” He said softly before picking you up. He through you over his shoulder taking you into the cave you were headed to.

Inside there was a small curtain blocking off the outside. He had made a den in here. He laid you down in his bed which was covered by lots of warm furs. The bed was comfy and super cozy, it didn’t take you long before drifting off to sleep. In the meantime the man who had saved you made some food. Your nose twitched waking you up to find whatever that heavenly smell was. You made your way into the kitchen stopping when you saw the man standing there.

He was much taller than you more lengthy though. He has a big bushy tail and big ears. He was definitely a coyote. You remembered your owner telling you how aggressive and mean they were. How they’d kill anything in their path if they needed to. This is as the same owner who told you he’d never harm you and be by your side forever. So who knows what else he really lied about.

“Oh you’re up, foods done I’m sure you’re hungry.” He said with a subtle smile before turning fully around laying a bowl down. “Come and eat” he said before grabbing another bowl for himself. He sat down at the table picking up what looked like a chicken leg he must have grilled. He messily ate the food like some starved animal. When you sat down you slowly slurped at the soup. It was delicious. The meat in it was cooked so perfectly, the potato’s soft and the broth you thought you could just drown in.

Your eyes blinked as you ate feeling like you needed to go back and lay down. With no words you stood up making your way back. He smiled to himself knowing well what you were doing. Your body was moving without you really even thinking. Head almost blank but having some mission you had to do. You moved all the covers around building a nest like area. When you were done you curled up into it. The scent of you only became stronger after that. Your head was so empty but so fully of want.

You had never experienced a heat before. Your owner never wanting to deal with it so he put you on meds that made it go away. However being in the woods for a little over a month had everything lining up. This was your first real heat. A heat the has been suppressed forever no wonder why it hurt so badly. You let out soft whimpers feeling your body shake. You felt almost too sensitive. Like any little touch to you would have you folding.

The man stood by your door watching over you. His goldish eyes staring at every little movement. When you caught his scent eyes flickering to his gaze you whined loudly “help” you said in the most pitiful voice. Although he knew you were in heat the state of you and the sound of your voice broke his heart. How could anyone leave their own out here alone like garbage that was tossed aside?

He made his way towards you taking your hand in his a sharp sense of heat shot through him. His eyes widened, darting over your figure. Before he could even speak you were pulling him into a sloppy kiss. Tongues clashing with one another as your hand roamed up his body. When you pulled away you struggled taking your clothes off body still feeling a bit weak from not eating. He helped you though, slipping your pants and panties down. He rid himself of his own clothes biting his lip hard as he looked over your naked body.

He groaned at the sight of you, your beautiful untouched body was all for him. In his dazed state taking you all in you had moved yourself. You licked the tip of his cock swirling your tongue around it. You don’t know how you knew what to do but you did. You took him in your mouth as far back as you could before bobbing your head. His hands flung to your head “fuck fuck” he groaned his head falling backwards.

The smell of your wet cunt filled the air, he licked his lips laying himself back on the bed. He grabbed your legs and in one motion he pulled your legs over him. He took in how soaked your cunt was, how it glistened with slick. He let out a low growl before diving into your pretty cunt. He ate you out like he ate his food, messy and animalistic. His tongue darted over your folds before teeth nipped at your clit.

You were moaning around his cock, the sweet sounds muffled. He bucked his hips up pushing him even further back your throat. He was in complete control. He tongue fucked your cunt as he used your mouth as he pleased. You felt your eyes watering from pleasure. You felt like you were gonna explode. Your legs shook around him before either of you knew it you were squirting all over his face. This was basically your first time doing anything. That added onto it being a heat? This definitely wasn’t gonna be the last time for it.

He grinned lapping at all your fluids before pulling his body from you. He kept your body on all fours pushing your head into the bed. He looked down at your fluttering hole before pushing deep into it. The stretch would have been a lot either way. However you both being canine hybrids helped a lot. He fucked into you, gripping your hips harshly. He fucked you like he hated you. Smacking your ass hard leaving bright red hand prints. Pulling on your hair to pull your head back to hear your sweet noises.

He pulled your hair one more time pulling your body back to his. He tilted your head kissing your neck before biting down on it. A clear sign he had just claimed you. He kept his grip on your neck as his fingers slinked around your body. He slowly started playing with your clit. Pulling his mouth from your neck he let out a growl “you’re mine now you got it?” He said.

When you didn’t respond fast enough he let a slap to your cunt “answer me” he growled once more.

“Yes, yes all yours” you whimpered out.

“Gonna take my knot like the good little mate you are?” He said against your ear now.

“Mhm want it- please” he whimpered.

He smirked nipping at your ear lobe. He moved his fingers faster against your clit as he pounded into you. His movements were becoming sloppy. His hands slunk around your body holding you as close as possible. With one more slap to your cunt you felt yourself squirting once more. Your walls clenched so tightly around him that he lost it. His hips snapped harshly back before pushing deep as possible into you. He knot pushing past your ring burring itself deep inside you.

Another wave of pleasure crashed over you when you felt his hot cum coating your insides. If your body didn’t feel like jello before it definitely did now. His arms stayed tightly around you before pulling you only down with him. He kissed at your skin trying to help your down from your high. “My pretty mate” he said softly.

After moments had passed by you broke the comforting silence with a question the left him laughing “so uhm what’s your name” you said shyly.

He chuckled “oh I guess I didn’t tell you that, I’m Minho.” He said.

“I’m y/n.” You said back softly.

“Well y/n you’ll stay here with me ok? I’ll keep you safe, warm and fed.” He said in a humming voice.

You nodded nuzzling yourself into him. He kissed your cheek softly.

“I don’t know why those assholes left you here alone, but I’ll never do that to you. You’re my mate now. I’ll take care of you and my pups” he said rubbing your stomach.

It was strange how safe and loved you felt. Not even with your owner did you feel this way. But I guess having another hybrid do it was a lot different. Things were gonna be a lot different but in the best way possible.

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[cxffecoupx]

when you get drunk

seventeen × gn reader crack mostly, kinda fluff (somewhere) warnings: mentions of alcohol, being drunk, reader is absolutely wasted, calling reader 'stupid' once wc: 1.1k author's notes: requested; thank you anon!! this was something i made space in the drafts for but never completed lmao. i'm not very proud of this, but i hope you enjoy :)

➼ choi seungcheol

in the unlikely event that he is not drunk (the chances are quite less though), he's just happy that he gets to take care of you. something he hasn't noticed before (because, like previously stated, he's just as drunk), is that you babble a lot more when you're drunk, and you babble utter nonsense. so, he's more than happy to come and pick your drunk self up and take you home, coerce you to drink two or more glasses of water, change your clothes and get you to bed, all the while you're just chattering away about how the random dog you saw on the way is now the ceo of the company that sells hats made of blueberries. seungcheol smiles. obviously you make no sense, but he would willingly stay up to listen to your nonsense.

➼ yoon jeonghan

sneaky lil shit. already has a shit-eating grin when he realises you're home drunk. how you reached there is no concern to him now that you're home and you're absolutely wasted, stumbling over air and hugging the coat hanging nearby thinking it was him. he doubles over in laughter, but not before he runs to get his phone because this is blackmail material. he comes back just in time to see you attempt to kiss the jacket. after he's got all the footage he needs, he gently pulls you to him and drags you upstairs, changes your clothes and makes you drink a glass of water before climbing into bed with you. what hurts more than the headache next morning is having to watch the video he took, and you mentally decide to buy a shovel to dig your grave.

➼ hong jisoo

absolute gentleman. already worried when he gets a call saying you're wasted af. rushes over to where you are, softly talks you into getting into the car and takes you back home. giggles when you become extra touchy with him, but he manages to get you hydrated, changed and ready for bed. hell, he even removes all the makeup thoroughly before getting you into bed. how he does that, you don't know. but you're forever grateful for him.

➼ moon junhui

he'd be so surprised when you stumble into the house with no coherent thoughts. he'd run to you and hold you before you crash into the wall or faceplant yourself onto the floor. he's laughing at your mindless antics and jokes but sits you down with a bottle of water and listens to everything you say, even though it makes zero sense. soon, you fall asleep and he takes you to bed, changes your clothes if it's possible, and gets in bed with you. wakes up early next day to make you his special hangover soup.

➼ kwon soonyoung

you're the one who's drunk, but he's the one who seems like it lmao. he'd be jumping around with you, excitedly talking with you and listening to you talk. you're both literally blabbering over each other. in case there's anyone around you, they'd definitely be eyeing you both. probably end up staying awake till late, talking about all the things under the sun. you both wake up next morning on the couch, legs tangled and arms wrapped around each other.

➼ jeon wonwoo

super concerned and super clueless. does not know what to do when you show up tipsy. you just get more energetic when he tries to take care of you, so he has to beg you to cooperate with him right now. does it help though? of course not. gives you some medicine to prevent hangover, makes you drink water, and waits for you to slowly fall asleep on the couch before picking you up and putting you to bed.

➼ lee jihoon

he refrains from drinking, but he sure knows how to take care of your drunk self. silently watches your antics from the corner of the room and smiles thinking how'd he get so attached to the dork that's in front of him right now. when he's sure that you've tired yourself out, he pushes you towards the washroom to wash up, but eventually sighs and helps you when he hears the chaos in there. side-hugs you while you lean onto him as he's taking you to the bed and although he's got a bit more work to wrap up before sleep, he finds it hard to resist your puppy eyes that insists on cuddling.

➼ lee seokmin

becomes so excited seeing you like this. kinda like hoshi; you're the one who's drunk but he's the one who seems like it. asks you all about your evening and what you did and what you drank. takes mental note of trying the brand and type you mentioned as being really good. might even suggest opening a bottle right then and there. needless to say, you fall asleep holding the bottle, and he falls asleep holding you.

➼ kim mingyu

endeared by you. literally melts into a puddle seeing how much of a stupid you become while drunk because to him, you look like the most adorable thing on the earth. cups your cheek and presses a loud smooch on your cheeks because that's how much of a simp he is right now. happily listens to your rants while he's washing you up, dressing you in your pajamas and making you drink water. even after you're both in bed, he's turned to your side, watching your eyes glisten. it's the alcohol, he knows that. but something about you being so out of your mind right now just makes him giggle in love.

➼ xu minghao

lowkey judges you. he knows that you know your alcohol tolerance. he doesnt understand why you would go beyond that. is also done with all the bullshit you pull at him, but he eases a while later and next thing he knows, he's laughing along with you. keeps repeatedly telling you to wash up because you dont listen the first few times. when he returns with hangover medicines and water, he smiles seeing you curled up in the middle of the bed.

➼ boo seungkwan

highkey judges you. literally seats you on the couch and starts nagging about how you cant tolerate alcohol. and then sidles up to you to hear all the gossip you have to spill about the girl gang meeting that you came from. wakes up in the morning after he falls from somewhere; thats when he realises that you both fell asleep on the couch.

➼ chwe hansol

man was sleeping when you returned home. you'll be lucky if he woke up. has got no clue what to do, so just ends up standing there and listening to your yapping.

➼ lee chan

"jeonghan hyung? can you come over? i need help."

[theladyheroine]

🍲 Soup 🍲

Movie! Shadow x Platonic! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Cozy, Some Comfort

Word Count: 1,940 words

⚠️ Warning: There’s nothing scary in here, but Shadow is hurt for a little bit. He’s okay though, promise!

Summary: Hey guys! So this is the first fic I’ve ever written on Tumblr, but I came up with this when I couldn’t sleep the other night. My mom has also been making alot of soup this week so I felt inspired! I hope you all enjoy, and stay warm!

The bitter wind sent shivers through your body as you struggled to get your key in the door. Grayish clouds fumbled over one another, but you managed to get inside before any rain fell.

“Hey bud! I’m back!” You called. Silence filled your home except for the sound of keys jingling against the broken lock. Two plastic grocery bags were filled to the brim with goods, but they soon felt like weights on your arms as you pulled. You tried one more time and the key popped out, sending you tumbling. 

A swift, sharp sound filled your ears and something pushed against your back. You gently moved forward and one of the bags on your arm was taken into gloved hands. To your right, a short black creature with big red eyes glanced up at you. A little frown sketched on his face. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. You nodded and gave him a smile. 

“Yea, thanks Shadow!”

Shadow said nothing. He only hummed and grabbed the other bag from you. You set the rest of your things down before taking out a big bag of rice. Shadow didn’t say anything but you could tell he was curious, his little red quills shuffling in the corner of your eye. He watched you take out the ingredients one by one, only stopping to look at a giant red pepper. 

It had been over a week or two since you found him, after he crashed your fishing trip. Literally: he had crashed through your rowboat sending you flying along with it when he fell from the sky. He would’ve scared the living daylights out of you if he hadn’t been injured, but after fishing him from the lake you took him home. Which was—an “interesting” experience to say the least. 

He was asleep for a few days at first, but any wounds he had were dried and bandaged. Which he did not like: once he woke up, he glared and growled when you came in to change them. He even teleported outside the house, leaving you speechless as you tried searching for him. After a few hours he eventually came back before sundown, but didn’t speak a word. 

The idea of taking him to the authorities or some kind of clinic seemed like a bad idea. Especially if he wasn’t fond of people, but he couldn’t get better if someone didn’t help. So you took baby steps. 

He wasn’t a picky eater thank goodness, so you left food on a tray outside your guest room. You tried making it healthy, sandwiches or salads were an easy meal and pretty good for the body. You hoped he was able to eat human food but luckily he did without a fuss. Leaving empty dinnerware and only a few crumbs. And blueberries if you served it, for some reason he didn’t like those. 

Once he started healing he was up and about. Mostly to return his dishes or wash his hands in the bathroom. You tried making conversation then, introducing yourself while you made dinner and asking how he felt. Shadow told his name, only once, watching you pour two bowls of tomato soup. After his turn he teleported away. 

So the guy wasn’t a big extrovert, but that was okay! All he needed was time, and these past few days he seemed to be coming around. Having helped you put your things away whenever you came home or simply greeting you from the couch. One time you were even welcomed with a clean kitchen! 

Shadow’s presence was making you soft, feeling all the more eager to come home after a long day. You only hoped he felt the same, but you weren’t about to push him either. 

After putting the store bags away you took out a big blue pot and filled it with water. Letting it fill less than halfway, you hobbled to the stove and set it to a high temperature. Filling the rest of the pot with some store bought chicken broth.

“Shadow, can you get the scissors for me please?” 

In about three seconds he had the tool in his hand. You thanked him and went for the rice bag, cutting open the plastic and shaking about half of the rice into the pot. You threw in some salt and left it to boil, then dug through your cabinets for a cutting board. You managed to find one and grabbed the pepper, dicing it into little bits. Repeating the action with a large white onion. 

“[Y/N]?” You jolted a bit at Shadow’s voice, not fully used to hearing him. 

“Yea bud? What is it?”

His eyebrows furrowed, as if unsure of what he wanted to say. He glanced around and grabbed a celery stalk from the pile of groceries. 

“Can I help?” He asked, “I want to make dinner.” 

If you weren’t cooking, you would’ve jumped up and hugged him right then and there. He was just too sweet! 

“Yes of course you can! Here, gimme one second.” You quickly scraped your vegetables into the pot and brought Shadow over to the counter. 

“Okay, do you wanna cut some veggies?” 

He nodded. 

“Okay, but you’re gonna have to use a kitchen knife for that. Is that alright?” 

Shadow paused for a minute, then replied. “Yes. But how do I do that?” 

Wait—did he know how to cut veggies? You haven’t bothered to ask, seeing as he didn’t really trust you until now. He probably didn’t know how to cook anything, since you had been making all his meals. And you didn’t know where he had been, or what he had been doing since you two met either.

“Right!” You clapped your hands together, “Shadow I’m gonna help you, but why don’t you watch me do it first. Okay? I don’t want you getting hurt.” 

Shadow’s eyes softened and his serious look faltered. Letting a tiny, tender little smile shine through. He nodded again and took position beside the cutting board, watching as you sliced the celery stick in half before chopping the ends into cubes. 

“Now it’s your turn,” You scooted over. “Want me to help you?” 

It took some time but he muttered “Yes please.” and let you hover above his gloves. He hadn’t taken them off since you washed them, but they were somewhat of an off-white color. The shiny golden cuffs were still on his wrists though. Unlike the rest of him, they always gave off an energetic shine.

He flinched a little when you set your hands down, but showed no signs of leaving. Using your fingers to guide him, Shadow sliced the remaining half of the celery. Doing the same technique to the rest of them and plopped them into the pot. 

“Good job! Wanna try the carrots?” 

“Sure.” 

You placed the carrots on the board and Shadow cut them into little circles, scraping them into the pot. You stirred the soup a few times and placed the lid back on. After some time, everything was cooked and you changed the heat to a low temperature. Jogging over to the fridge, you pulled out a nice big bread loaf from this morning’s breakfast and cut it into thick slices. 

“You’re putting..bread?” 

“Mmhmm! It’ll make the soup taste better, trust me.” 

Shadow raised a brow, “But won’t it get, mushy?” 

“Huh?” Your eyes widened a little, but realizing what he meant you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Oh, no! This is like a side dish, we’re eating it with dinner. It doesn’t go in the soup.”

“Oh—”

His quills flared up a bit at the realization and he quickly turned away, crossing his arms tightly. A pose you were all too familiar with. 

The dark sky rumbled behind your windows as you pulled out some small plates. You buttered the toast and set them on the countertop before rushing back to the soup. Shadow had already gotten two bowls and was attempting to fish out some rice. He managed to fill the first one and handed it to you, then served himself. 

“Shadow, do you need some help carrying any of this? I know the soup is ho—” You were going to hand him his bread but turned to find Shadow missing. Another sharp sound buzzed and he was already seated at the table. 

“Actually, I was thinking I’d stay with you today.” He scooted over in his chair to make room for you, taking the bread from his plate. 

“Thanks, I’d love the company. But whatever makes you comfortable is fine with me.” 

The corners of his mouth started to curve upward, but it slipped away quickly. 

“Can, I ask you something?”

“Yea of course buddy, are you okay?” 

“Yes, I just…” He paused, glancing around the table as if the right words would suddenly appear before him. After a moment, he shook his head and turned to you. 

“Why are you being so nice to me?” 

Okay that caught you off guard completely. Before you could even answer, Shadow spoke again.

“We don’t know each other. But this whole time, you’ve been taking care of me. I haven’t even said thank you.” He sighed, “You…You don’t seem to care though.”

You quickly wiped your mouth with your napkin before setting your hand next to his. You didn’t want to frighten him, but he looked like he needed some comfort. Slowly, you moved your hand closer. Shadow looked up for a moment but he didn’t flinch. You moved again, your fingers just barely touching his gloves. Then you gripped his hand gently, squeezing out any kind of distress.

Despite his stature his features were much bigger than yours. Yet, in a way, he felt like a small child.

“Shadow, I don’t need to know you in order to care for you. You were hurt, I wasn’t about to leave you all by yourself.” 

“And, I’m being nice to you because I want to. Because we’re friends.” 

His ears perked up at your last words. 

“W-Well if you wanna be! We can. Totally! Y’know be friends. I mean—not that you weren’t one to me, but we can be friends if you want to.”

Oh dear God, you were fumbling. You stuttered as you tried to come up with something proper to say. After all, you couldn’t make him be your friend, but you didn’t want to hurt his feelings either. You were about to let go of him but Shadow grabbed your hand. 

“I-I want to be friends [Y/N].” 

Silence shook your house before you spoke.

“You do?” 

Shadow nodded. 

“It’s…been some time since I had a friend. But one seems like a good place to start.”

You gave a small chuckle and pulled him closer, giving him a little side hug. He really was too sweet. Thankfully, he relaxed in your arms.

“I’d love to be your friend Shadow. And I’ll take care of you as long as you need. Okay?”

He looked up and smiled. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” 

You gasped a little bit before stirring your soup. “We better hurry and eat though, or it’ll be time for bed before we finish.”

You took a big mouthful of rice, the spice from the broth sending some heat to your mouth. It felt so good! You ate a few more mouthfuls but then felt Shadow tug at your shirt sleeve. 

“Hey [Y/N]?” 

“Yea?” 

“My soup is cold. Can you fix it?”

“Pfffft!—”

You stifled a laugh but it easily slipped through. You picked up his bowl and headed towards the microwave.

“Don’t worry buddy, I’ll warm this for you.” 

❤️ —THE END— ❤️

[apiswitchcraft]

altars for titans and protogenoi

This post more than any of the others is going to be mostly upg or spg. Hardly anyone in antiquity spent a lot of effort worshipping most of these deities, especially the protogenoi, so resources are limited. If you have suggestions or personal addendums, feel free to leave them in the comments. I made a lot of decisions based on what the herbs/crystals are usually associated with: for example, black tourmaline is associated with Nyx (the night) therefore Chaos (the embodiment of the primordial soup and basically the universe) has black tourmaline too.

Also, all the deities on this list can be honored with libation of wine, milk, honey, and oil; offerings of meat or desserts; and burning frankincense/myrrh.

Disclaimer: this is not all of the protogenoi or titans that exist, these are just the most recognizable ones that have the most lore attached. I used theoi.com to research all of these deities.

CHAOS: the first to emerge at creation, the protogenos of the space between heaven and earth, and the air

Colors: black, grey, purple for the concept of chaos Offerings: feathers, burning incense, cinnamon, anise, cardamom, clove, black pepper, representations of the four elements Crystals: obsidian, tourmaline, labradorite, lava rock, angelite, amethyst Animals: birds

PHANES/EROS (the elder): protogenos of procreation

Colors: red, pink for love/procreation. blue, green for nature and creation Offerings: heart shaped objects, eucalyptus, flowers, egg shells Crystals: rose quartz, rhodonite, rhodochrosite, malachite, azurite, garnet, desert rose selenite Animals: birds

NYX: protogenos of the night

Colors: black, dark blue, purple for association with the night, anything galaxy patterned Offerings: blackberries, blueberries, plum, dew (morning is fine but after sunset is best), dark feathers, dark chocolate, night-blooming flowers (like moonflower or wisteria), black tea/coffee, mugwort Crystals: obsidian, black tourmaline, labradorite, moonstone (especially black moonstone), selenite, lapis lazuli, amethyst, smokey quartz Animals: owl

also, she is associated with symbols of keys and veils/cloaks

EREBOS: protogenos of darkness

Colors: black for darkness Offerings: dark chocolate, black pepper, black salt, charcoal, asphodel Crystals: black tourmaline, obsidian, smokey quartz, lapis lazuli, azurite, red jasper Animals: moths

AETHER: protogenos of light and the heavens

Colors: yellow, orange, white for sunlight. blue for the sky Offerings: sunflowers, bee pollen, morning dew, fruit, feathers Crystals: honey/blue calcite, yellow/bumblebee jasper, angelite, celestite, milky quartz

HEMERA: protogenos of the day

Colors: blue for the sky, white for the heavens Offerings: chamomile, sage, lavender, basil Crystals: angelite, blue calcite, selenite, celestite, milky quartz, sapphire

GAEA: protogenos of the earth

Colors: blue, green, brown for the earth Offerings: flowers, wood, dirt, anything from nature, really. doing good deeds for the environment Crystals: unakite, jaspers (various), agates (various), lava rock, tiger's eye, bumblebee jasper, jade, nephrite, serpentine, amber Animals: serpents, bull, pig, bees

OURANOS: protogenos of the sky

Colors: blue, white, grey for the sky Offerings: rosemary, sage, mint, leaving your windows/curtains open Crystals: angelite, celestite, selenite, blue calcite, moonstone, sunstone, star jasper, blue lace agate Animals: birds

OCEANUS: protogenos of the ocean

Colors: blue and white for the ocean Offerings: shells, gull feathers, fish scales/bones, sea water, pearls, sand from the ocean Crystals: larimar, aquamarine, turquoise, lapis lazuli, azurite Animals: gulls, pelicans, fish

TETHYS: protogenos of fresh water

Colors: blue and green for fresh water Offerings: lake/pond/river water, fish scales/bones, cattails, sand from a fresh water beach Crystals: larimar, aquamarine, fluorite, amazonite, petoskey stone Animals: fresh water fish, dragonflies

THEMIS: protogenos of divine law and order

Colors: white, silver, gold for law Offerings: thyme, rosemary, anything resembling scales Crystals: pyrite, bloodstone, smokey quartz, obsidian, alexandrite, lapis lazuli Animals: owls

TARTARUS: protogenos of the depths

Colors: red and black for the underworld Offerings: sulfur, saltpeter, black salt, charcoal, deadly nightshade Crystals: jaspers (various), obsidian, black tourmaline, bloodstone, garnet/ruby, pyrite (contains a lot of sulfur) Animals: bats, black dogs

KRONOS: titan of time, harvest, and abundance

Colors: yellow, gold for his scythe. white, grey for the concept of time. green, brown for fertility Offerings: grain, bread, clocks/watches, vervain, poppy, nightshade, clove, allspice Crystals: jaspers (various), agates (various), labradorite, quartz (various), amethyst, honey calcite, serpentine, amber Animals: snakes

RHEA: titaness of motherhood, fertility, and generations (like of family)

Colors: red, pink for motherhood. green, brown for fertility Offerings: menstrual blood, milk, red clover, raspberry, allspice, clove, cinnamon Crystals: rose quartz, rhodonite, rhodochrosite, amethyst, pink opal, jade, nephrite, tiger's eye, cat's eye, amber Animals: lion

PHOEBE: titaness of bright intellect and prophecy

Colors: blue, white, and grey for intellect. purple for prophecy Offerings: sage, bay leaves, lavender, tests/quizzes/homework, yarrow Crystals: lapis lazuli, amethyst, labradorite, howlite, celestite, moonstone, selenite, celestite

LETO: titaness of motherhood, modesty, and womanly demure, protector of children

Colors: pink, red for motherhood. white for modesty Offerings: raspberry, allspice, clove, cinnamon, lavender, flowers, Crystals: moonstone, sunstone, selenite, rose quartz, carnelian, lepidolite, howlite Animals: wolf, rooster

also, she is associated with veiling

ASTERIA: titaness of falling stars, night time divination, and astrology

Colors: blue, black for the night. white/galaxy pattern for stars. purple for magic Offerings: star charts, feathers (especially quail), lavender Crystals: celestite, selenite, star jasper, amethyst, azurite, obsidian, black tourmaline, labradorite, jade Animals: quail

HELIOS: titan of the sun

Colors: yellow, orange, white for the sun Offerings: anything that refracts sunlight, sunflower, st john's wort, sage, cow pelt, chicken feathers Crystals: sunstone, yellow jasper, honey calcite, carnelian, citrine, milky quartz, celestite, angelite, amber Animals: cattle, sheep, white horses, rooster

SELENE: titaness of the moon

Colors: white, grey for the moon Offerings: yarrow, moon shaped objects/food, lavender, night-blooming flowers (like morning glories), nighttime dew Crystals: selenite, celestite, angelite, moonstone, labradorite, smokey quartz, howlite Animals: horses, oxen, mules

EOS: titaness of dawn

Colors: blue for the sky. white, yellow, orange, pink for colors of dawn Offerings: morning dew, morning glories, lavender, yarrow, sage Crystals: rose quartz, citrine, honey calcite, yellow jasper, milky quartz, moonstone, sunstone, selenite, celestite Animals: horses, cicadas

MNEMOSYNE: titaness of memory

Colors: red, yellow for memory Offerings: forget-me-nots, myrtle, rosemary, jasmine, Crystals: jade, amber, turquoise, fluorite, red/yellow jasper Animals: animals with good memory, like an elephant or raven

PROMETHEUS: titan of forethought, creator of mankind

Colors: red, orange for the fire of creation Offerings: fennel, burning things, charcoal Crystals: bloodstone, carnelian, citrine, amber, jaspers (various) Animals: eagle

divider by @vibeswithrenai

[a-boca-do-inferno]

blueberry (caesar x human!reader)

summary: Man is insecure and, perhaps not so surprisingly, so are apes.

warnings: angst, swearing, fluff

words: 3.6k

notes: can be read as a standalone or a continuation to alone. this is set somewhere between the events of wftpota but he is alive in my heart btw. enjoy x

gif credit

“I don’t care”, you sign and huff, glaring at him. You needed to hurt him; like he had hurt you just now. You point to the cave entrance. “Leave.” 

Caesar shoots you a desolated look, standing in the middle of the rain, completely soaked. He can’t speak. Not this time. He’d done it so many times before, repeating the same thing over and over again. I will change. I will stop worrying. I love you. And now you could see the truth: no matter how much he claimed to love you, his sorrows would always be stronger than his feelings and you just had enough. You were a tired woman. And he knew that, too. 

“Okay”, he mumbles at last with a brief sign as he watches his step and backs away. 

He leaves with his head down and disappears into the dark of the night. You’re only left with the sound of heavy drops smashing onto the floor. The ground now felt like opening up under your feet, but it wasn’t always like this. 

Caesar stared at you with widened eyes, not noticing your presence until you spoke up. A smile spread on his face and he shrugged off his worries, his frown fading gradually. “You… lifesaver.” He gesticulated toward the food you carried with a grateful look. It smelled so good and he didn’t hesitate to grab the bowl of soup, sipping on it and letting out a sigh of relief. “Thank you... for everything”, he signed with his free hand after a moment.

“You’re welcome, now what do you want?” You teased and ruffled his head lightly. Caesar had become a good friend over the past few months. It felt like you’ve known each other for a long time, even before the flu. “Or were you just that hungry?”

Caesar snorted, still drinking the soup. “Both… I think.” He swallowed before adding hoarsely, “sometimes I just need… to see you.” It sounded like a lighthearted comment, but he wasn’t smiling because deep down he knew it was true. You made him feel like he never did with anyone, ape or otherwise. He recoiled in his spot, watching you with attentive eyes. 

And you, to your credit, chuckled quietly with pink cheeks, “well, here I am.” You sat in front of him and leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees. “You know, Caesar, I’ve been thinking… Maybe you should come stay with me for a while.” 

You were well aware of his problem with loneliness ever since he lost Cornelia and couldn’t help but want to take care of him. Being a leader had its perks and many included a deep sense of isolation, especially when the very lives of a whole species depended on him to make it in this world. Humans were still a constant threat, even amidst the downfall of civilization, but you reckoned Caesar felt lonely long before the apocalypse from the few stories he’d tell you about Will. If anything, being surrounded by his own kind only alienated him more overtime due to the burden of the “crown”.

Caesar tensed up, his eyebrows raising at the unexpected offer. He stayed unmoving for a few seconds, however his demeanor eventually changed into one of contemplation. Perhaps it wasn’t such a terrible idea at all. He’d been greatly feeling the change in environment since they moved and doing things alone had always proven to be harder for him, if more familiar. Taking another sip of his soup, his thoughtful gaze traveled the ceiling. 

“Sure… you wanna live… with my drama?” He finally asked, with an almost amused expression.

“We can be dramatic together”, came the quick reply, as you carried a playful tone of your own. “But really, I think it’ll do you some good. It’s not permanent, I just wanna help you get a little more time to adjust while you sort things out with the council.” You grinned softly, “change is always overwhelming and some company might broaden your horizons, maybe even help with your decision.”

Caesar pondered your words, still with a humorous smile. “I could stay… for a while.” He added with some emphasis. 

“It’s settled then, you can move in anytime you want”, you stood up and patted his shoulder. As you noticed there was a hint of uneasiness lingering in his eyes, you hummed, “consider it my formal thanks to you for taking me in. Now we’re even.”

“Then I move in… tonight.”, he tried to play it off with humor, signing with a smirk. “Don’t like my place… anyways.”

In fact, deep down Caesar was glad to get away from there; especially because he was about to face the most challenging phase of leadership: letting go. By the end of the day, he was all settled into your home. He took your bed under your indignant protests that the floor was a “back killer”, in your own words. You had a way of making him sustain a smile for far longer than he was used to—which wasn’t often—and that was the sole reason for his compliance. 

As you were fluffing the makeshift pillows made out of animal skin, he organized his stuff in the small cabinet you made yourself. You were a handy carpenter. A quiet chuckle reached his ears and he shot you a glance. 

“I didn’t take you for the messy type, I thought all leaders were neat.”

Caesar rolled his eyes, closing the cabinet door. “I only clean… other people’s messes”, he signed with a wry smile. He turned around and leaned against the wall to face you properly, his grin fading into a sterner look. “I’m glad… you’re here.”

“And I’m glad you’re here with me, that way I don’t have to worry about your insomniac ass wandering in the cold”, you threw a stick at him, sitting on the bed with a small beam. “I really do worry and care for you, Caesar. I hope you know that.”

Caesar caught the stick with ease and met your gaze with warm eyes once again. He was clearly touched by your words and his shy grin turned into a real one, despite the tiredness on his features. He came over to sit beside you, much closer than before. 

“I know”, he replied huskily, gently caressing the nape of your neck with his thumb. “And I hope you know… I care about you.” You shivered under his touch and your lips reached for his rough palm as you kissed it. His breath hitched at the sensation of your smooth skin and he touched your foreheads, shutting his eyes.

It was now but a distant, bittersweet memory haunting you while you gathered your things and left your tent-like home with him, preparing to move in with Maurice. You had a close bond with the ginger ape due to his calmer nature; sometimes you even assisted in his classes, too, and he knew better than anyone about the shortcomings of your relationship with Caesar. This time was no different and he offered you shelter right away. He had always been supportive of you two, but never judging when you had a falling out with the boss.

Maurice knew better than anyone as Caesar got older, his stubbornness and overprotective nature only got bigger. You left out a humourless laugh, walking into your new home. Man is insecure and perhaps not so surprisingly, so are apes. And with insecurity comes obsession, along with an unhealthy need for control. Yet you always had too much understanding in your heart. Caesar just needed help, you thought, as you would peck his head whilst he slept soundly on your lap. It was so rare to see him that serene, and you cherished every second of it. 

He still had trouble sleeping; nightmares and such. Your heart ached with the ever present reminder that you just couldn’t make all his pain go away forever, no matter how hard you tried. And God, did you try. Rocking a grown chimpanzee’s body to make him go to sleep wasn’t exactly in your plans when he brought you into the colony, but you gladly took the task. You loved the guy, after all. 

And wouldn’t it be stupid to even doubt that? Still, that’s what Caesar did on occasion. He wasn’t easily upset, but when he was... It often got ugly. You were never a fearful girl, but seeing his angry fits deeply affected you. Soon talking to him became a constant walk on eggshells and if he noticed your change in behavior, he never really spoke on it, which was perhaps his biggest flaw; not communicating. But he was a leader, and a perceptive one at that. Even though he never said it out loud, it must have been clear that you couldn’t take it anymore. There was something telling about the way he simply let you go a few hours before, with no fight. 

“Comfortable?” Maurice eyes you carefully, bringing some blueberries with him to cheer you up. 

You can’t help but grin at the sight. “I am. Thank you.” You sign back and nod, taking a deep breath as you gaze around. “Caesar?” You hum, curious of where he might be. You hadn’t seen him since last night’s argument.

The orangutan shakes his head slowly, pointing at the forest, “he hunts… when angry.”

You snort. “Sounds about right.”

Maurice grunts in agreement, signing softly, “you two… end?”

You take a moment to consider his question. It looked like a break up, didn’t it? Although you weren’t sure if apes even used the concept of “breaking up” with their mates. Every couple you knew in the colony seemed happy together. No trouble in paradise. You shrug and look down. “Maybe.”

“Caesar is… difficult”, he rasps, causing you to smile despite yourself. That’s the understatement of the year. The ape adds, “you like blueberries… for a reason. They’re not… always sweet.”

You scoff at the comparison. No wonder Maurice was a great teacher. You sign with amusement, “except I can smash a blueberry if I don’t like it, but with Caesar, I can’t.”

Maurice laughs deeply. “Fair enough.”

As the night fell again, you watched the apes gather around the fire to hang out after another tranquil day from a distance. Since the war, things were slowly returning to normal and you felt a mixture of relief and anxiety every time the thought crossed your mind; growing accustomed to peace those days was dangerous. Hope could be a friend, but also a great enemy in the apocalypse. Caesar had taught you that through your many late night talks after you made love. A light blush came across your cheeks as you sighed and tried to shake off those memories. 

Dating another species was already a challenge on its own, now add being the leader of a colony on top of that, you were surprised you two had made it that far. When Caesar found you all alone hiding in a cave, struggling to survive on your own, never in a million years did you think that creature would become your closest friend and even lover. He didn’t like or didn’t see the point of those nomenclatures, sure, as he only ever referred to you as his family. If other apes outside Maurice and Blue Eyes knew about the implications of it, though, no one dared speak on it. Yet it didn’t make it any easier to digest whenever you stopped to think about it, even more so amidst his angry fits.

You finished preparing for bed and lay down in silence, staring at the stars. Another summer had begun with the difference of Caesar’s absence by your side as you tried to sleep. You took a deep breath and wiped away some stubborn tears, turning to face the wall. You closed your eyes for a brief second and when you opened them again, a large silhouette appeared on the stone surface and you slowly shifted back to find Caesar standing tall, eyeing you silently.

“Talk?” He signs hesitantly, his expression difficult to read in the dark. You only nod and he approaches you, and as he steps in an angle under the moonlight, you see he’s got a deep cut across his abdomen. You immediately sit up, looking alert. He smiles weakly and waves a dismissive hand, taking a seat beside you. “It’s… fine. Not… serious.”

You frown nevertheless, tracing his bruise and inspecting it. “What happened?”

“Bear.” He murmurs hoarsely, with an amused gleam in his green eyes. You grunt in displeasure and he asks with an almost mocking tone, “worry?”

“Of course I do, Caesar.” You huff indignantly and it only makes him smirk, but you keep glaring at him. “You think it’s funny?”

“Yes”, he says, reaching out to take your hand over his furry stomach. He comes closer, bringing his forehead to yours, “I’m… sorry.” You take a deep breath, closing your eyes. You’re not sure what to say, but he fills in the silence with a low sound, “miss… you.”

“You’re a stubborn old man”, you pull away to look him in the eye, albeit your voice stays tender. He looks humoured by your choice of words. “But I missed you too.”

Caesar’s expression softens significatively. He produces another coo, “forgive?”

You smile and bring his hand to your lips, kissing his knuckles. “Maybe.”

“Brought… present.” He rumbles after a moment and you watch him leave in silence, coming back shortly with a bowl full of blueberries. You grin and Caesar hoots quietly, feeding one to you. You blush and accept the gesture, causing him to nuzzle your face gently, “Maurice… advice.”

You roll your eyes. “That turncoat.” 

Caesar only snickers and shrugs, making a face as he tries a blueberry. He signs and pushes the bowl towards you, shaking his head in comic disapproval, “sour.”

It’s your turn to laugh.

[multiheadcanons]

REQUEST: TF2 MERCS AND FOOD

scout: okay, we’re gonna breeze past all scout knowing is twerk be bisexual eat hot chip and lie. we’re gonna hold that space, and now we’re gonna move on. scout can cook a bird like a son of a bitch. he can roast a turkey like nobody’s business. he cannot cook anything else. he has successfully made a turducken. heavy handed with the pepper. master spatchcocker. he puts like no effort into it and the bird just snaps. he’ll cook when he’s pissed at medic so he can cut up bird carcasses and tell him his doves are next. really, he’ll eat anything. except sushi. he hates the texture of raw fish.

soldier: he keeps an emergency stash of MREs in his room. normally not allowed in the kitchen. is allowed on the grill. he will use a thermometer when he cooks meat. no american is above salmonella. he is kind of picky, but doesn’t complain since he’s normally not cooking. he doesn’t like soups. doesn’t like anything too soft, really. he would like to work for his calories.

pyro: NOT ALLOWED IN THE KITCHEN. NOT ALLOWED WITHIN TEN FEET OF THE GRILL. CHASE THEM OFF IF SEEN IN THOSE LOCATIONS. pyro has not been, is not, and will never be willingly allowed near the cooking areas since the base fire of ‘74. nobody likes to talk about it. it was a bad day for everyone involved. if pyro begs, they might get to mash garlic. pyro genuinely only knows twerk be bisexual eat hot chip and lie. pyro LOVES spice. the hotter the better. willingly eats ghost peppers raw. and, contrary to popular belief, pyro hates sweets. doesn’t like the taste of sweet and how it coats their mouth. a sweet treat is very rare for them. they like a good pumpkin pie, or a nice sweet potato if they absolutely need something sweet. even fruit sometimes is too much. they like kiwis and pineapples because they sting a little. allergic to carrots

demo: demo is a master of meat. butchering, trimming, dressing, marinating, seasoning, roasting, frying, baking, pan searing. any way in which meat could be cooked demo can and has cooked it that way. once tried to cook a pork roast with a bomb. came back with soldier and tried to cook another one with a rocket. he is a scientist, and he likes to play with his food too. hates sour stuff. he can feel it in his eye socket. otherwise not picky about food. loves blueberries. hates raspberries. tries weird food combinations for his ratatouille moment. will physically fight anyone for the last piece of pizza.

heavy: soup master. cooks for twenty seven every time it’s his turn to cook. has a crazy mental catalogue of every soup known to man and can make a different soup every time. also is the one who knows exactly what is in the fridge at all times and when it will expire. resident grocery shopper with snipes. his job is to have the list prepared so all snipes has to do is take the list and not deviate. it takes them about a week of planning everything down to the budget. not very good with meats, but he can get it cooked. just may be overdone. sensitive stomach, can’t just eat garbage and be fine. there’s something about watching him read and absentmindedly eat grapes as he does so. forces pyro to eat fruit. like chases him around with an apple. his dedication from nutrition came from medic. he found the science behind it interesting, and thinks that caring for your body is one of the best things you can do for it. insane spice tolerance, but he hates spice. get this man on hot ones. his favorite spice is coriander. he likes saying it.

engineer: engie is a master at some good comfort food. he remembers his mama, god rest her soul, telling him as a young boy if he likes to eat he better like to cook. and buddy, does he love to cook. can make a sourdough starter from scratch. his favorite meal to cook and eat are chicken and dumplings. everyone fights for the chicken and dumplings. everyone begs him to make the chicken and dumplings. he’s so extra, he shapes the dumplings into hearts. like his mama used to do on his birthday. everyone eats that shit up they love engie when he’s in the kitchen. always willing to learn a recipe for someone, and the designated chef for birthdays. everyone normally wants the same thing on their birthdays, so it’s a fairly easy job. killer cornbread maker. medic once begged him to make an eggs benedict. he’d never tried before, but gave it a go. it came out pretty okay!the doctor would’ve appreciated it if everything were burned to a crisp, though. he was desperate.

medic: NOT ALLOWED IN THE KITCHEN. NOT ALLOWED WITHIN TEN FEET OF THE GRILL. KILL WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE IF FOUND IN THESE AREAS. medic should never be allowed in a kitchen. he’s messy, he’s chaotic, he enters and exits a room in whirlwinds, his hands are normally bloody. is has a basic grasp on cooking. pretty okay on the grill, but after the base fire of ‘74 he and pyro got banned. not picky at all, just has foods he likes more than others. has tried human meat in a taco. he didn’t mind it! a little too tough for him. might make a better burger. he likes to play in food too much to be given the responsibility to cook. he can help if he wants to, though. normally he brings alcohol and that’s his contribution to team dinners. a good bottle of wine or a 12 pack of beer. loves the concept of edible flowers. he and pyro will ruin a meal by demolishing that shit in edible glitter. please keep them out of the kitchen. he loves a good eggs benedict but he’s the only one who can consistently make hollandaise sauce and properly poach an egg. and he’s not allowed in the kitchen. so the days of the benedict of eggs are gone. eats sauerkraut out of the jar.

sniper: kitchen and grill bodyguard. will fire a warning shot once before headshotting the Banished. past that, you didn’t hear it from me, but snipes is a phenomenal baker. he‘s got a kiss the cook apron. he’ll only bake if he’s the only one in the base. the team will come back from whatever they’re doing to fresh pastries. warm bread. cookies baked to perfection. then he walks in and goes “oh, who did all of this” and the whole team won’t know. but as he watches them dig in, it warms his heart a little. he wishes that they would stop groaning when they ate though, he’s pretty sure they’re not that good. heavy is the only one who has intuited that it’s sniper making the pastries, but sniper doesn’t know that he knows. he keeps the secret though. resident grocery shopper with heavy. his job is to get them in and out of the store as fast as possible with no room for impulse buys. he and heavy are the only ones with enough discipline to resist going over the budget. lets heavy get the produce while he sprints for everything else. their record time is 30 minutes excluding checkout. brutal shopper. will casually move your cart, and you, to get what he needs. sometimes he will begin it with excuse me. but he’s not on the clock. he is trying to get out of there as fast as possible. has also tried human meat. not bad! he’d eat it if he had to.

spy: of course spy knows how to cook. he’s great at it. but do you think he’s actually cooking? he’s only in that kitchen when it’s fend for yourself night, and he does not show pity. yes he does make ratatouille. has a very refined palette. unless he himself is sick. then he’ll literally drink bath water if he can keep it down. once cried when eating a soup heavy made. it was the best thing he’d tasted in his life. keeps a snack basket and carafe in his room so he doesn’t have to be seen in the kitchen. loves some spice, but has a low spice tolerance. he’ll still eat a chili raw. he’ll never admit it but he loves getting to try everyone else’s cooking. it fascinates him, at least if they’re decent cooks. feels a little bad he’ll probably never get to try medic’s cooking. he’s sure the man knows his way around a bratwurst. jam and marmalade connoisseur. his favorite is orange. will literally moan over a good croissant and jam. loves his french breakfast of a croissant, a coffee and a cigarette.

[homunculus-argument]

Today on the internet I encountered someone asking the finnish side of reddit about blueberry soup. Why does this juice carton have the words "blueberry" and "soup" on it? is it literally soup made out of blueberries? How are you supposed to consume it? Like soup from a bowl, or do you drink it? Do you use it for cooking?

And the people in the comments were like yeah, it's blueberry soup. You can do whatever the fuck you want with it. Pour a dollop into your porridge for flavour. Add it into your morning smoothie. Eat it as a hot soup when you're sick. Mix it with vodka to make blueberry shots. Drink the rest of it cold straight from the carton next morning to treat your hangover. It's not any good for lube or lighter fluid, but other than that you can just do whatever.

[l0ubalu]

What your favorite sanders sides ship says about you in my opinion

I got this idea from @sandersontheside

Logince: Your favorite episode is why do we get out of bed in the morning and you question that too. You’re a fan of those red and blue haired character anime ships, and let’s not mention how much you love enemies to lovers. I feel like you like spaghetti with a shit ton of Parmesan, and sprite or Pepsi.

Logicality: You like sweet, wholesome ships the most and have probably either written a fan fiction about, read a fan fiction, or have thought about them baking cookies together. Also for some reason I feel like you like John Mulaney

Analogical: You like angst, not a crazy amount but you like to dip your ankles in it. Speaking of dip you probably either really like ranch or bbq sauce. And your favorite squishmallow is the bat one.

Loceit: You’re either the most chaotic person I will ever meet or you’re scarily chill about everything. You like it when all sense of right and wrong leave the room and just pure chaos despite how chaotically chill Logan and Janus are. You’ve definitely committed arson, and you’re a fan of tin cans and rainbows.

Intrulogical: You’re special, with love. I bet you watch doctor who while deepthroating packets of fun dip, sweet tarts, and/or hot tamales, I don’t have much else to say (I like this ship btw)

Royality: Opposites attract isn’t a thing that even registers in your brain, and despite what I want to think you’re probably the friend who corrupts the brains of your innocent friends and tells them about god knows what. If that’s not the case though you are the innocent friend who has surrounded themselves with not very innocent people. You like pasta with cumin. You also really like blueberries, soy sauce, and bluey.

Prinxiety: You’re correct. You prefer Ryan Gosling over Ryan Reynolds and you hate honeydew. You also probably have social anxiety.

Roceit: You like longer slow burn fanfictions and not just one shots, that along with enemies to lovers and a lot of tension. You’re definitely a maximalist when it comes to your room and you love rupauls drag race.

Moxiety: You’re a really sweet introvert and you like romance movies with happy endings. You probably like Mac Demarco and Arctic Monkeys and you like the scent of vanilla.

Moceit: (Kiss me) You really like stuffed animals and just fuzzy things in general. You’re a dog person but you like more cuddly cat-like dogs. You also like tomato soup.

Intruality: You’re super chaotic but super sweet, probably an Enfp or Entp. You like pickles and skunks and peanut butter cookies and cars 2.

Anxceit: You’re favorite social media is tumblr and you miss MySpace. You love hoodies and sweaters, your favorite season is winter, and you really like old artwork. You’re also really good at makeup, especially eye makeup

Dukexiety: You’re probably super all over the place and your rooms a mess but you know where everything is. You also really like snake plants and spiders

Dukeceit: You love the whole “He’s an idiot, but that’s my idiot” thing about this ship. If you have a roku it’s not set to the default theme and you probably like 90s-00s hiphop and you despise when your bed has crumbs in it.

Remrom: …

[starhvney]

Hi, this is my first time sending a request ever. I hope I'm doing this correctly. ':3

I'd like to order a mys Laurence, some tea with cinnamon on top and a blueberry turnover, please, and thank you! (love your writing so much♡)

𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟓: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: romantic tension, hurt/comfort, character is sick.

𝐚/𝐧: thank you so much for the kind words! it means a lot that you liked my writing enough to make a request. i hope you love this one, too! ^^

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

A long, dramatic groan leaves Laurance’s paled lips. The brunet was laid back on his bed like a sickly Victorian child, hand placed over his heart as if this was his last moments on his deathbed. There was no suave attitude or air of self assurance he always seemed to have; just the mushy, helpless form of what you think either might be your crush or an imposter.

“This is it. It’s over for me,” he rasps, turning his head to the side and wincing when his headache spikes again.

You can only sigh.

He was usually so self-reliant; always on the mature side and insisting on always taking care of you and everyone else instead of him. So the fact he had called you for rescue through his sick, slurred voice over the phone was enough for you to know he really did need help. Though, he totally seemed to be milking your pity for him, for whatever strange reason he had…

Still, you were surprised at how he was acting when you got here. You hadn’t ever seen him so weak before, the poor thing laying across his bed halfway like he’d barely made it back to the mattress before collapsing. This cold was seriously kicking him in the ass. It did make you feel bad, but you also couldn’t deny the fluttering in your chest that he wanted you of all people to take care of him and see him so vulnerable.

You bring the back of your hand to his forehead when he groans again, his eyes fluttering shut as he practically melts at the contact. His skin undoubtedly was much too hot to the touch.

“I seriously feel like I’m dying,” he whines, hand coming up to your wrist to keep your cool hand on him. “Please save me.”

Despite his tendencies for random playfulness and flirtation, even the way he was acting now was something you hadn’t seen before. Seriously, what was with him…?

…He should probably take some more medicine. It’s clear his fever was making him act this way, you conclude with a light sigh. Another almost inaudible whine leaves his lips when you pull away to stand and make your way to the door.

“Wait, where are you going?” His hand flops over the side of his bed as he reaches after you.

“To get you some soup or something so you can take more medicine. You’re burning up.”

“No! No, I ah… can’t be left alone. I’ll die.” he quickly says, lips pouting as he nods insistently, wincing once again as he does. “A terrible, lonely death.”

You deadpan, eyes searching over his pale face. His eyelids and nose were tinged red, and the usually sharp gaze he always had was now glazed over, eyebrows pulled together pathetically. He was being dramatic, for sure, but he really did seem miserable.

“You’ll die in the five minutes I’ll be gone?”

“Yeah. Just… stay here for a little bit.” he mutters, his chest heaving as he holds back a wheezy cough. “I can wait to take medicine for a little longer.”

You curse at how easily you give in, the smug look that briefly flashes across his face making you want to shake him around. That wouldn’t exactly help the situation, though, so you simply sigh as you sit back next to him.

“It’s true that men turn into big babies when they’re sick. You’re acting like a child,” you mutter, voice unable to hold any sternness. “Seriously, I’ve never seen you act like this.”

“I just… want to be next to you for a while.” He looks up at you, swallowing as his face grows paler, eyes shutting. “Ugh… and I really do feel awful.”

You frown, reaching up to his clammy cheek. This whole situation felt much too intimate for two friends. It was like you were his doting girlfriend or wife instead. A moment passes as you shuffle through your confused thoughts, this closeness between you throwing your poor heart through a loop. As if he already didn’t do it enough on his own without trying.

You clear your throat, shaking your head as you return your focus. Those thoughts needed to be put away for now, especially with how faint he was seeming to become.

“Thank you, by the way,” his hoarse voice speaks up, hand reaching out to grasp yours. “I know I’m being a pain.”

“You aren’t being a pain. I wanted to do this,” you reassure, pressing your lips together as you glance down at your connected hands. “This is how I know you’re sick out of your mind. Where’s the Mr. Confidence everyone’s used to?”

“Mph… don’t have enough energy for it,” he mutters, before a small smirk makes its way onto his lips. “But I did have enough to get you to come fuss over me. It may have cost a bit of dignity, but it’s so worth it. You should’ve seen how your face looked when you ran in here...”

“And the truth comes out,” you strain to say through the flustered wave that washes over you, quickly pulling back and walking back to the door as your heart pounds against your rib cage. “I’m getting you that soup now.”

“…Wait! Please, come back!”

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[angel-dustspo]

Daily check in – Day 70!!

Workouts:

just walked a lot for today

Steps: 19 238

Eating:

breakfast - yogurt bowl with chia seeds, an apple, blueberries, chocolate protein granola + 2 mini pancakes with chocolate spread, half a coffee

lunch - cabbage salad, 2 chicken thighs with hot ketchup, like 3 choc chip cookies

dinner - some salad, chicken soup + had whatever I had in my house for dessert, kind of a controlled binge but not really, I don't regret it at all tho I truly needed that

Water intake: almost 2 liters

Sleep: 7.5 hours

Studying:

spent 3 hours on forest

TOOK THE NATIONAL ENGLISH EXAM!!! (and did really well btw, I'm pretty proud)

2 hours of math tutoring

read like 30 pages

played a bit of guitar

Screen time: pretty high

Self care:

treated myself to all the dessert in the world:3 (my entire kitchen basiclaly)

I'm really caught slacking in this area, I need to go back into better habits

Emotion log:

I've been feeling so disconnected lately, both with my daily life and my blog, I'm not sure what's going on really

Thoughts for tomorrow:

I wanna workout armsss

Can't wait to have a bit more chocolate yk???

[charliedawn]

Hannibal Family x vegetarian reader, how they would react?

Love your account btw 

(Aww. Thanks, dearie. And I am sorry. I unfortunately misread your request and did the slashers. If you want the Hannibals, please send the request again. 🥲)

Penny and Pennywise:

"…No meat ?"

Penny would be stunned. He lives on meat. He wouldn’t understand how somebody could eat rabbit food and feel content. He’d just stare at you for a moment before grimacing in disgust. But, he would eventually get used to it and summon you popcorn at random moments.

While Pennywise would laugh.

"A vegetarian ? Seriously ? And you chose to work with slashers ?"

Let’s be honest, slashers are NOT vegetarian. Especially not the Penny Brothers. They love meat. They live on meat. They thrive on it. They like blood. They like tearing through flesh and devouring corpses. So really ? Having a vegetarian nurse would make them laugh.

Patrick Bateman:

Patrick Bateman would understand.

Health is everything to him and to stay healthy, you need to eat vegetables and fruits. He does have a balanced diet, so he would probably still eat meat. But he doesn’t particularly enjoy it. He doesn’t particularly enjoy anything really.

Jason Voorhees:

Jason does eat a lot of vegetables and fruits compared to other slashers. But, he also enjoys cooking steak and meat in general. He enjoys nature, but also enjoys the thrill of the hunt. And he believes that what nature gives, he has the right and the duty to take. Actually, Jason hates to eat anything that isn’t natural. This is why he likes searching for his own food. (blueberries, strawberries, wild boars, deers…)

Bo Sinclair:

"…You a what ?"

Bo would smirk. He is a hunter. He has a rifle. He basically goes every Sunday hunting in the woods. He wouldn’t understand your choice, but he would accept it eventually. But for food ? You would rather ask Lester or Vincent. They would have a better diet than Bo who, if there is not meat on the table, would probably cause a scene.

Jade:

Jade is a vegetarian.

She would cook for you and share recipes with you. Her favourite thing in the world is soup. She awaits winter just to have some lovely soup that she happily slurps on during dinner while the other slashers stare weirdly at her. Because none of them understand the joy of warm soup.

Norman Bates:

Norman would adapt quickly to your diet.

He would prepare different meals for you than the other guests of the motel he runs. He would also try it himself. He is a rather open-minded individual and enjoys trying new things on a regular basis. He could even get used to it himself.

Michael Myers:

Michael is…a man of habit.

And in his many habits, there is ‘eat what you can and don’t be picky’. Because let’s be honest, that man is a survivalist. He survived years and years by eating whatever he could whenever he could. And whatever food he finds, he eats. So he wouldn’t be a vegetarian, but he IS an excellent cook. So he would make your meals and believe it or not, they would be pretty damn delicious !

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms is a vegetarian.

…

..

.

He only eats sweets, cakes and fries.

He eats like a kid and the only meat he may not refuse is chicken nuggets. Because chicken nuggets.

He keeps in shape because he burns calories faster than a running cheetah.

Freddy:

Freddy *sees vegetables on his plate* : "…What’s that shit ?"

Yup. Freddy is not a vegetarian.

Never will be.

He wants his burgers, pepperoni pizzas and hotdogs. Everything else is just rubbish in his plate.