#maybe he put em in the oven to warm them up again i dunno

[craetor]

Praise✨️///

Those pastries are called Berliner & L loves and misses them everyday. So Light has learned to make them at home.

Also Light's lunar witch realness apron

[dumb-little-trans-writer]

Rust and Black Thorn Trees. Chapter 2.

The girl tiredly wandered, getting increasingly exhausted.

She didn’t know where she was.

She knew nothing.

What Miranda neglected to focus on, however, was the fact that she also transformed when on the brink of death, to attempt to find something, anything, to eat, or to wear.

She saw a pack of lycans.

She silently transformed, as how Mother taught her.

Or, more accurately, beat into her.

She stalked the lycans for the perfect moment.

They grabbed bunnies as though they were chips, the high-pitched screaming echoing through her ears.

As one of the lycans had a rabbits leg in it’s mouth, Dasha struck the lycan closest to her, slashing it’s throat. She quickly moved from lycan to lycan before they could react.

As she transformed back, she immediately started tearing the flesh from the lycans with her teeth. She found that eating right after transforming prevents the nausea and the puking, it doesn’t prevent the leaking of the liquid from her eyes and nose, though.

She binged, knowing that this may be her last meal for a while.

She could smell winter on the horizon, and this was her life for the next six years.

Over these six gruesome years, she was able to find the occasional lost tourist or hunter in the forests surrounding Heisenberg’s Factory.

She stole their weapons, and their clothing.

She found that she preferred men’s clothing.

The girl would transform less and less, using the limited ammo and resources she had.

Karl Heisenberg watched her last hunt, as it was the closest to the factory she’d ever been.

Risky.

Hmm, he thought as he watched her dance with the lycans.

With a shotgun shell to the face, of course.

“Hey, you know, there isn’t anyone who can sell you ammo around here,” Heisenberg said, walking toward the girl. She jumped, cautious, “if you run out, you’re kinda fucked.” he stated, putting out his cigar.

She had heard of Lord Heisenberg. Never met him though.

“What are you implying?” she spat.

“All i’m saying is that running out of shotgun shells during the wintertime, when it’s nearly below zero, can be deadly,” he paused, spitting on the cold leaves, “especially for someone as tiny as you.” he laughed at her glare.

“Don’t call me tiny.” she replied, walking past him.

In the recesses of her mind, she was okay with it.

Heisenberg led Dasha to his factory.

It was loud.

The metal clanging against itself, the periodic releases of steam, and the...chainsaw revving?

Heisenberg opened a hatch, and screamed “SHUT YOUR HOLE, ROTTEN CUNT.”

The revving stopped.

“Is one of your failed experiments down there, Karl?” she teased, taking off her jacket as the humidity made it extremely warm, and uncomfortably sweaty. It revealed how muscular she had grown. She was still slim, but a little buffer from when she was with Her.

He seemed taken aback by her calling him Karl, instead of Lord, or even just his last name.

He liked that she didn’t pay his status any mind, he knows he didn’t give a fuck.

“Maybe. I’ll throw you down there if you decide to say some shit.” Heisenberg said with a slight growl.

“I could take it, i bet.” she purred.

“Don’t tempt me, bitch.” Heisenberg whispered, emphasizing ‘bitch’

The girl lightly skipped down the hallway, amusing Heisenberg.

“If I didn'thave a spare room I'd make you sleep outside.” Heisenberg called. She turned and nodded, “It’s right over here.” he pointed to a door on the side of another hallway. The room they were currently in had the bare necessities, albeit it was a mess.

She really didn’t mind though.

She walked to the room he was talking about, and opened the door to a bed that seemed to be collecting dust.

In fact, everything seemed to be barely touched.

Despite her past with cleaning, she needed to at least dust everything down.

“You got something i can wipe this shit down with? Looks like a tomb in here.” she yelled.

“Yeah, gimme a sec, christ” Heisenberg seemed to be struggling with something. She left the room, confused, and then amused at the sight before her.

He seemed to be trying to fix his oven, or cleaning it, whatever he was doing, he was struggling with it.

“Pfft, need help?” she asked, smirking.

“I’d rather kill myself than get help from you.” he coldly replied, sighing as he took his head out of the oven. His face was slightly stained with ash, and he was sweating. She leaned up again the counter, looking at him with an eyebrow raised. Now that she had a closer look, he seemed to be cleaning to oven judging by the ash stained rag soaked in water he was holding.

“This isn’t how you do it, let me help you.” she demanded. Heisenberg was slightly surprised by this, but silently swallowed a bite of his pride, and stood up, arms crossed.

“So how do YOU do it?” Heisenberg asked in a condescending tone.

“You got baking soda?” she suddenly asked, “’cause we’re gonna need a decent amount.” she added, taking out the oven racks.

“I have a lot of it, i guess.” Heisenberg replied, slightly confused.

“Do you realize how much of a fire hazard this is? I might scrub your entire fucking house down at this rate.” Dasha exclaimed, “where’s the baking soda?”

“There.” he pointed to a cabinet. She opened it and grabbed the tin, holding it for a moment to see if she’d need another one.

“Vinegar?” she asked.

“In the same cabinet.” Heisenberg said, annoyed and impatient.

“This is gonna take a day, I hope you know.” Dasha laughed.

“Fucking WHAT?” Heisenberg asked, shocked.

“Yeah. I have to-”

“I DON’T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME AND YOU’RE CLEANING MY OVEN.” Heisenberg said, frustrated.

“...Do you wanna know my name?” she asked, pouring baking soda and water into a cup, “or how to clean your own fuckin’ oven?” she said, sarcastically.

“Both’s fine I guess.” Heisenberg rolled his eyes.

“Dasha Jelíneková. That’s my name.”

“Dein Name ist schön...” Heisenberg muttered.

“...what?” Dasha asked, confused.

“Nothin’. Explain why it’s gonna take a day.” he quickly changed topics.

“Well, wiping down the interior with a soaked rag might get some of the grime off, but it won’t get it all off,” she paused as she mixed more baking soda in with the water to make a paste, “deep cleaning your oven like this also helps heat disperse evenly.” she explained.

“Seriously..?” he muttered, thinking about how his last meal was damn-near raw in some spots, and burnt in others.

“So, you take baking soda and water, make a paste with it like this,” she stuck the cup in his face, “you got rubber gloves, right?” she asked.

“Take a fuckin’ guess.” Heisenberg laughed at the question.

“Hand ‘em to me, dickhead.” she said, making a poor attempt to hide a smile.

“By the way, dunno if this has anythin’ to do with you, but i’ve been finding pretty large lycan carcasses that are either brutally killed and then eaten, or seemingly killed in self defense, all of ‘em had gnarly claw marks,” he paused, “know anything about that?” He asked. Her blood ran cold, but she tried to keep her composure. 

“Maybe it was a mutated Lycan.” she quietly said, applying the paste to every crevice in the oven. Heisenberg was confused as to why she was acting strange, and more importantly, how she knew the Lycans were caused by...that.

“Well, uh, keep an eye out, yanno?” Heisenberg uncomfortably laughed in the awkward silence.

“Can you plug the sink, and pour some baking soda on ‘em? Then pour the vinegar on ‘em.”

“Okay...what now?” Heisenberg asked.

“Wait for it to stop foaming, and stick em under the water. In the sink, i mean.” she explained, finishing applying the last of the paste.

“Okay...” he muttered.

“Now, we wait for at least ten hours.”

“...Are you serious?” Heisenberg asked, seemingly shocked.

“Why wouldn’t i be?” she replied, confused.

He looked down, “That doesn’t seem reasonable-”

“You don’t seem to be either, Mister Heisenberg.” she smirked at him.

“You know...” he started, “You should be happy I haven’t chucked you down that chute.” he threatened, towering over her small frame with a hand in her hair, mimicking a ponytail, pulling her close to him. He outwardly smelled like cigar smoke, gasoline, and sweat. His breath reeked of whiskey, his hot breath on her cheek. But she smelled more than just that, due to the experimentation with the Cadou.

She could smell what people feel, she always sort of could, but this was heightened by the experimentation.

This was new, it smelled like a heavy, rich devil’s food cake.

It smelled like sin.

She glanced downward at his crotch, and he was definitely pitching a tent.

“You really don’t want this, Karl.” she whispered. It was true, at least in her mind.

No one should want a monster.

She didn’t even know what she wanted, outside of Her dead.

Staring directly into his eyes, she gently placed her hand on the hand he was using to grip her hair. He violently let go, glaring and walking outside.

He hated how similar, yet different they both were. He wanted her to stay with him, despite barely knowing eachother.

It was a bag of mixed emotions.

Dasha followed behind, she found Heisenberg collecting firewood.

“I’m makin’ hotdogs.” he stated.

“On a fire, I’m assuming?” she asked, “i had to learn how to make a fire by myself. Got good at it too.” she bragged.

Heisenberg ignored her comment, “Can you get the ‘dogs and the buns for me outta the fridge?”

“Sure, what rack are they on?” she asked.

“Figure it out.” he coldly replied.

She scoffed, and went back inside, muttering to herself.

Heisenberg thought for a while while she was inside.

Why did she know about the Cadou? Why does she live in the forest? Is it by choice? I wonder if she’s useful...I wonder if Miranda- he thought. He zoned out, and realized his hands were dangerously close to the fire. He nonchalantly pulled them away, added a little more wood, and grabbed a chair. He thought for a moment, and pulled another chair over from the wood pile.

She came back, hot dog buns and hot dogs in tow.

Heisenberg used his powers to make two metal sticks come to him.

“What the fuck.” she whispered, taken aback.

“Oh. Here.” he said, handing one to Dasha.

“No, what the fuck was that-?” Dasha nervously laughed.

“Oh, yeah. I can do that. Only metal though.” Heisenberg explained.

“Huh.” she replied, giving a bun and a hot dog to him. He stuck the tapered metal point through the middle of the hot dog, and stuck it over the fire.

Dasha did the same.

They sat in uncomfortable silence for what felt like a hour, but really was five minutes.

Heisenberg, obviously, was the first to break the silence.

“So I know you’ve never really mentioned it, but I’m thinkin’ you LIVE in the forest, right?” Heisenberg asked.

“Yeah. Why?” she asked, holding the hot dog above the fire.

“Just haven’t really seen anyone willingly live in the forest.” Heisenberg shrugged. There was another period of silence between them as the fire popped and crackled.

“Do you live in the forest willingly?” Heisenberg asked, taking his hot dog off the metal stick, placing it into the bun.

She looked at him, and opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t find the words to describe her situation. She blinked a couple times, trying to find the words.

“I don’t know.” she furrowed her brow, and had an unmistakable look of i’m-remembering-things-i-don’t-want-to-think-about. Heisenberg wasn’t amazing with emotions, despite being able to read someone like a book.

“Sorry.” he quietly said, looking away from her.

“You had no way of knowing. It’s fine.” She leaned towards him. Then, she took her hot dog away from the fire, and just ate it off the stick. This sight amused Heisenberg.

“How long have you lived in the forest?” Heisenberg asked with his mouth full.

“Around six years? Hard to keep track.” she said, after swallowing a bite.

“Damn. So how old are you now?”

“I don’t know, around twenty-three, i think?” she replied.

“That checks out.” Heisenberg smugly joked.

“At least I don’t look like I’m from World War II.” she retorted, laughing.

“And what if I am, huh?” Heisenberg joked, knowing he was in fact born around when WWII ended.

“I was kidding, shut the fuck up.” she laughed. Heisenberg realized that he really, really liked her laugh. Maybe it’s from the isolation in the factory, and now he finally has someone that seems to enjoy his company. This feeling scared him, just a little bit.

“Yeah, sure.” he laughed. There was silence again.

“This might be coming out of nowhere, but could you...refer to me as a boy? I know this is strange coming from someone who looks like me, but-” he got cut off.

“I get it, it’s alright. No worries. You got a new name?” he asked.

“Dimitri.”

“Still a pretty name.” Heisenberg muttered.

“I heard that.” Dimitri laughed.

“Oh.”

The both of them finished their hot dogs, and they went inside. It was getting cold.

“Starting tomorrow, you’re gonna help me around the factory. Otherwise I won’t hesitate to throw you out.” Heisenberg threatened.

“Alright, you’re gonna have to show me how it works around here though, depending on my job.” he replied, taking his jacket off. He got into his room and rummaged through his bag, looking for a tank top or something. He found a black one that he looted off of a tourist, and swapped into it. Even when it was freezing outside, it was mildly uncomfortable to wear a sweater like he was. He didn’t even think about his immense number of scars being visible, from various creatures and pitiful self-defense attempts. One benefit from the Cadou was that it gave him a healing factor. The only downside, in his eyes, was that killing himself was impossible. He walked out of the room, and into the living room. Heisenberg was making multiple small metal parts like gears and screws float in a certain fashion, making outlines of various things.

He sat on the couch that looked as though it was about to fall apart.

“You’re almost as scarred up as me,” Karl laughed as he pulled up his shirt, revealing a multitude of scar marks, and a happy trail.

Fuck, okay maybe I do know what I want... he thought. He felt a small tingling around his cheeks, as he laughed. He turned around and pulled up the back of his shirt to reveal some of the worst scars he’s gotten. Heisenberg felt himself tense up, his cheeks went red too.

“Can i..?” he asked as he reached his hand out halfway.

“Touch them? Sure.” Dimitri replied, scooting backwards.

He felt his calloused hands gently trace over all of his scars, even the smaller ones. Despite Karl’s rough and mean demeanor, he was so gentle. His hand gently ran down to his waist. He was surprised, but it was calming.

Karl pulled away, fearful of being intimate with him. He had just met the guy, why did he feel this pull?

“I was okay with that, you know.” he said, facing him and letting his shirt fall back to it’s place. He moved a bit closer, wanting the closeness of someone that he never had. “...Please?”

Heisenberg was confused. He was reluctant because of trust issues, yet Dimitri was the polar opposite?

Why did he come here..?

I wanted to use him as an experiment, why-?

“No.” he stated, “I can’t.”

He wordlessly left, Dimitri assuming into his room.

He sighed, and left into 'his' room too.

"Shit." he muttered, thinking about how bad that was. Dimitri went to sleep, trying to forget the entire damn day.

[spvps]

Potato Recipe

If you’re reading this and you found this untagged, you’ve seen enough of my blog to reach a Hidden Easter Egg! hehe. Thank you for looking! I really appreciate it :3 Now, this is not just A potato recipe. This is THE potato recipe. I have experimented... With family secrets... With friendly advice. I have created it. The recipe that’ll keep you coming back for more with all the other hoes at the PTA meeting being like “What the fuck did you put on these” I’ll Tell you. Mother Fucking Garlic Butter. But we’re not gonna be conservative with this and we’re not gonna mash it in either. This is Different. First, preheat your oven to 180 degrees Celsius. I dunno what that is in fahrenheit but she’ll be right champ. Put a lightly oiled (Or if you want to be the real bees knees. Make garlic butter and baste that shit in the entire bottom. You’ll thank me later. If you like garlic of course. Maybe don’t make this if you’re like allergic to garlic?? skjdfhdskjhf) Anyway. Once the baking tin is lubed, put that shit back in the oven and turn on the stove. Use your favourite element. Preferrably Fire, for cooking. You can’t cook with earthksdjfhs ok anyway You smack that element up on high heat, and fill a pot with water. It doesn’t matter if the water’s warm or cold or not but the fam does it cold so thats whati use. Peel and cut as many potatoes that will fit in the pot, or however many you feel like. I find that cutting them in half across the middle, and then each half into quarters makes my ideal crisp to stuffing ratio. But we’re not gonna stop there. Boil those bitches to the boil. Lid on. Hell yeah. Once they’re at a pretty steady rolling boil, turn the heat completely off, and leave them to cook for a couple of minutes. ~2. THEN and here is the secret. Drain the fucking water, but keep em in the pot. Add a generous amount of Salt and Pepper, enough to cover the outside of every potato. Gotta season em. And here’s the secret. Semolina powder. You should be able to find it in a supermarket or specialty shop. It’s an ingredient in some pastas it’s just a type of italian grain. Take like a half teaspoon/teaspoon of that, sprinkle it around with the salt and pepper, then put the lid back on the pot they’re all in. Hold it steady, and SMASH THEM AROUND IN THERE. REALLY JUST SHAKE IT UP LIKE ITS A FUCKED UP LITTLE METAL MARACCA, AND YOU’RE A MARIACHI GUY WHO’S ON NO SLEEP, NO PAY, AND WHOS PLAYING NEXT TO THE GUITAR GUY WHOS FUCKING YOUR WIFE AND YOU KNOW THAT BUT HE DOESNT KNOW KNOW THAT YOU KNOW THAT AND now that you’ve indulged in that fantasy, you should have shaken them for enough time, and with enough rigor, to be able to create a sort of puffy edge to the taties, as well as dispersing the seasonings. Excellent work! I’m proud of you ::3 After that, carefully remove the baking dish you’ve pre-prepared. Please don’t burn yourself! I care about you, kindly internet person. Not only for reading my blog, but for reading this mess! I didn’t even list the ingredients up the top! What am I some kind of 15th century manuscript writer? hehe. So just dump the potatoes in there, if you want to be extra fancy give them a light dusting of the garlic butter, but it probably won’t be very wieldy yet, so it’s fine to skip that step. Now just pop em back in the oven, and after 20-30 minutes of baking, give them all a flip and pop em back in again. After another 20-30 minutes, they should have done cooking. But weary traveller, do not imagine they are Ready. Take the baking dish out, and whilst they’re all beautiful and crispy and craggly and golden, Spread. the Butter. A Lot of Garlic Butter. On all surfaces of each potato, with each being christened like you’re anointing them to be the next monarch. They’re fine on their own, but go great with others. Just like extroverts hskjdf Serve with extra garlic butter, a sprinkling of herbs, or just by themselves. And I assure you, anyone who tries them will be like “what the fuck did you put on these” hehe. Alternatively you could baste them in butter after they’ve come out of the pot, but pre-cooking. It doesn’t really do a whole lot though imo but. There you go! Ok thank you for reading godspeed

[avengerscompound]

Rainbow Cake

Rainbow Cake: A Captain America Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Steve Rogers x F!Reader, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts

Word Count:  1683

Rating:  T

Square filled: @star-spangled-bingo - Baby Sitting Duties

Warnings:  Just a bunch of fluff

Synopsis:  Tony and Pepper take their first outing together alone since Morgan was born, leaving you and Steve to babysit.

A/N:  A happy world where CW and IW and Endgame never happened and everyone is friends.

Rainbow Cake

“Alright so, she's supposed to be in bed by 7.30 but if she doesn't want to go then, I just read to her and play games until she does.  Sometimes I let her watch a movie.  She’s not supposed to have juice pops after 7, but you probably can just give her one if she asks.  She’s not allowed in the lab but if there’s something she really wants from there you can go in there to get it with her.  She should have a bath but don’t worry if she really refuses.”

Tony rambled over his list of instructions for taking care of Morgan while he showed you and Steve around the house.  He and Pepper had an event they needed to go to and it was the first time they’d left Morgan home without at least one of her parents there to look after her.  It was pretty clear that Tony was freaking out about it.

“So what you’re saying is that Morgan gets to do whatever she wants.  Gotcha.”  You said giving Tony the finger guns.

“Sounds about right,”  Pepper said with a smirk.

“We’re going to be fine.  Aren’t we, Morgan?”  Steve asked.

Morgan looked up at him and narrowed her eyes.  “We’ll see.”

You and Tony both burst out laughing and Tony ruffled her hair.  “Give him hell, kiddo.”

“Don’t tell her that,”  Pepper scolded.  She crouched down in front of Morgan and put her hand on her arm.  “You be a good girl okay?  Don’t cause too much trouble.”

“Okay, mommy,”  Morgan said with a huff.

“Thank you, honey.”  She said and hugged her.  “I love you, bub.  Have sweet dreams tonight.”

“Love you too, mommy.  You have sweet dreams.”  Morgan echoed, cuddling her mom.

When Pepper stood up, Tony scooped Morgan up into his arms.  “Alright, kid.  You’re in charge.  Make sure these two don’t cause any trouble.  Keep a particularly close eye on Cap.  He’s not afraid to commit major felonies if he has to.”

“Go big or go home, right, Tony?”  Steve joked.

“You see?”  Tony said.

Morgan giggled and wrapped her arms around Tony’s neck.  “I’ll watch ‘em, daddy.  Don’t wowwy.”

“Thanks, bubble gum.  I love you.  Have fun without me.  But not too much fun.”  Tony said.

Morgan kissed him on the cheek.  “Love you 3000.”

“Why thank you.”  He said kissing her cheek and putting her down.

“We shouldn’t be too late.  Can’t see this one lasting too long without freaking out about things going wrong at home.”  Pepper said indicating to Tony.

“Go.  Have fun.  We’ll be fine.”  Steve said.

You, Steve and Morgan, followed Pepper and Tony out to their car and waved them goodbye.  As their car pulled out of the drive you looked down at the little girl.  “Alright, kiddo.  What shall we do?”

“Hmm…”  Morgan said, a very serious expression falling over her face as she weighed up the options.  “You wanna make popcorn and watch She-Ra?”

“Sounds like a good plan.”  You agreed, taking her hand.

You let Morgan lead you inside as and Steve trailed in after you.  “Alright, you know where the popcorn is?”

Morgan raised her hands up like she wanted to be picked up.  Steve scooped her into his arms and she pointed at one of the cupboards.  “Umm… maybe we need to make a cake too.”  She said as Steve got out the popcorn kernels.

“Oh, do we now?  What kind of cake should we make?”  Steve asked.

“Umm…”  She said looking in the cupboard.  “Rainbow.”

Steve looked at you like a deer in headlights.  You started laughing.  “Why are you looking at me?  Does it look like I’ve ever made a rainbow cake before?”

“Does it have to be rainbow, Morgan?”  Steve asked.

“Yeah. I think so.”  Morgan said.

You started laughing and brought up one of the holo-screens in the kitchen, quickly searching up a recipe for a rainbow cake.  “God, this is going to need a lot of pans.”  You said.

Steve came over with Morgan looking over your shoulder.  “Alright, kid.  You got it.”

He put Morgan on the counter and you and Steve got out everything you’d need for making a rainbow cake.  The next half hour was spent greasing trays, mixing multiple bowls cake batter.  Making sure you had even amounts of each layer and putting them in the over.  By the time you were putting the last of the cake pans into the oven, the kitchen was littered with bowls, the three of you and all the benches were covered in both flour and cake batter and Morgan was sitting on the floor licking pink cake batter from one of the bowls.

“Alright.  I think we might need to clean you up there, kid.”  Steve said.

“I dunno…”  She said as she licked the wooden spoon.

“I think Steve might be right.  You’re a little more cake batter than you are person right now.”  You said.

Morgan started giggling.  “Okay.  I guess I can have a bath.”  She said with a definite tone of someone doing a favor she didn’t really want to do.

“Well, thank you, your majesty,”  You said.  “What do you think?  I’ll give her a bath, you clean this up?”

Steve nodded.  “Sounds good.”

You picked up Morgan and carried her down to the bathroom.  “You want bubbles?”

“Yep.  Lots.”  She said.

You put her on the ground and started up the bath putting lots of bubble mixture in.  She stripped off, throwing her clothes around and got some bath toys.  When the bath was full you put her in the water.  She started playing immediately as if you weren’t even there.

“We might need to wash your hair, Morgan.”  You said grabbing the little bucket by the bath with the lip to stop the water from getting in her eyes.

“Mmmm… no, it’ll be okay.”  She said, matter-of-factly.

You chuckled and showed her the cake batter in her hair. “You’ll attract ants.”

“Dat's okay.  Uncle Scott can come an’ tell them not to.”  She said.  You laughed and did your best to just clean the cake batter out of her hair without actually washing it.

“You gonna marry, Uncle Steve?”  She asked.

“Hmm… I don’t know.  Maybe?”  You said.

“My mommy and daddy aren’t married.”  She said, simply.

“I know.  They were going to.  Then you came along and they decided they didn’t really need to.”  You said.

“Maybe you can have a baby and you won’t need to.”  She suggested.

“I’m not quite sure that’s exactly how it works, Morgan.”  You said stifling a laugh.  “But I’ll tell Steve and see what he says.”

“Okay,”  Morgan said with a nod like you’d just taken her very important advice about something.

She gave you a rubber duck and the two of you played with them until the water started to get cool and she decided to get out.  You took her to her room and dressed her in warm pajamas and the two of you went back out to the kitchen.

“There you are.  Just in time.  The cakes are ready for their frosting.”  Steve said greeting you both.

The kitchen was clean except for the six different cakes that were all on cooling racks.  Steve had out all the ingredients for buttercream frosting and a selection of food dye and sprinkles.

Morgan approached him with her hands up again and he lifted her and put her on the counter.  “Alright, you’re gonna help me right?”  Steve asked.

“Of course,”  Morgan said.

You leaned against the wall and watched as Steve patiently worked with Morgan to make a bright green buttercream that the Hulk would be proud of.  They then started assembling the cake.  You did your best to keep both Morgan and the kitchen clean but by the time you were done her hands and face were covered in frosting as well as smudges on her pajamas.  There were sprinkles all over the counter and some on the floor.

“What do you think, Morgan?”  You said.  “Should we cut it?”

“Yeah, we have some and watch She-Ra.”  She agreed.

Steve sliced the cake and pulled out a wedge revealing the rainbow layers inside.  “Ohhhh… look at that.”  Morgan said.

“We did good, huh?”  Steve said.

“Yeah.  Good job.”

You took three slices to the couch and put on She-Ra for her.  “What’s this about?”  Steve asked as it started up.

“She’s a Princess.  She has a sword and fights.  And her horse is a unicorn that has wings.”  Morgan said.

“You know they had a different version of this when I was a kid?”  You said.  You looked at Steve and mouth ‘she had huge boobs’ and Steve started laughing.

The three of you sat quietly eating cake and watching tv.

It was most likely Morgan that fell asleep first though when Tony and Pepper found the three of you asleep in a little slumped pile when they got home, still covered in flour, frosting and sprinkles, Tony liked to think that Morgan had outlasted both of you.

He scooped his daughter up into his arms and she mumbled and nuzzled into him.  “Shhh, Morgoona.  Daddy’s got you.”  He soothed.  “Should we wake those two up?”  He added, gesturing to you and Steve on the couch.

“No.  Let them sleep.  Looks like she wore them out.”  Pepper said grabbing a throw and draping it over you both.

Tony smirked and began carrying Morgan down to her room.  “That's my girl.”  He said.

[ascalonianpicnic]

Maroon, Brick, Bronze, Sky, Teal, Violet, Lilac, Blush, Cotton candy, Coconut, and Black for Lace, Wrelia, Rhosill and Aselif

Oooh lot’s of good questions for lot’s of good kids! And by good, I mean every single one of these idiots is morally grey at best. You get a read more because it’s gonna be at least a little long. Have fun~

Maroon - What are you most passionate about?

Lace - They think for a moment, then laugh. “Well, there’s a lot of things I could say, but I’ll keep it appropriate and say the people I care about. Strair, Cue, Kvold, Ive, and others, I’d really do anything for them, and anything to keep them safe.”

Wrelia - “Oh! Oh! Yeah! My research! I put a lot of time into the study of magic, specifically necromancy. I’m mostly self taught, aside from the tips I’ve gotten from Odollumn and Trahearne, and I’m always working to learn more and expand my capabilities!”

Rhosill - “I’m not. Sorry.”

Aselif - “I’m most passionate about my poisons. It’s work I chose for myself, and that I enjoy. It helps with my job, and lets me explore new things. It’s really very lovely. Cayde is the other thing I’m passionate about. I love him, truly and surprisingly. I didn’t think I could, but I do.”

Brick - What are some things you dislike?

Lace - “People who treat public spaces like they’re private, idiots who think they can get the drop on me, people who try to use Cue to get to me. People who don’t respect boundaries. Tenor. Fire. Gods. Not having control. I can go on longer if you want...”

Wrelia - “The Elder Dragons have all been pretty mean. And I don’t really like being alone. And coffee makes me very shaky and doesn’t taste great, though chocolate covered coffee beans are pretty good. I don’t like that Mom has been trying to take on all this burden by herself, when she has so many people around her that want to help. I don’t like that things keep hurting my loved ones. I don’t like that I could lose everyone at any given moment, and that I wouldn’t be able to save them or bring them back. I really don’t like wyld hunts. I hate that we can’t stop, or the world will end. I don’t like this question.”

Rhosill - “Myself, the inquest, bandits, and my old job as an assassin, to name a few things.”

Aselif - “Let’s see, I’m not very fond of Lusus. I don’t particularly like any of the people I meet with for the court, they’re all fairly horrible, especially Tenor. I dislike many of the things the court makes me do. There’s so much more, too, but it’s a long list, and it would only bore both of us.”

Bronze - What is your favorite way to warm up when it’s cold?

Lace - “Coffee, and cuddling with Cue under a blanket if I can. That’s the first thing I did when I got back from the Shiverpeaks after finally finishing my wyld hunt. Second favorite is sharing a bed with someone exciting.”

Wrelia - “Blanket cape and baking. Embrant and I like to joke that we’re royalty, and the oven heats the whole kitchen up pretty well. Plus, we get food after we’re all warmed up!”

Rhosill - “I don’t usually need to, but if I do, then a campfire, and some hot cider.”

Aselif - “Cuddling up with Cayde is always nice. Even when I’m not cold.”

Sky - What is your favorite time of the day?

Lace - “Very late at night to very early in the morning. The wee hours, when everything is quiet, and it’s just you, the stars, and maybe some stray crickets. It’s so peaceful during that time.”

Wrelia - “Late morning! Making brunch with my wife when we both have a day off! And we laugh and joke and each food that should probably count as desert, but brunch has no rules~”

Rhosill - “It’s changed a lot over the years. Right now, it’s lunchtime.” He smiles a little. “You haven’t seen excited until you’ve seen a bunch of recruits being let out from their morning drills to go eat and hang out.”

Aselif - “Dawn, the moments before the sun rises. Responsibilities don’t exist during that brief period of time, and the sky just look beautiful. I wish I had more opportunities to be up then.”

Teal - What makes you feel most at peace?

Lace - “Quiet and solitude, or having complete and total control of a situation. Both together is especially nice.”

Wrelia - “Spending time with my friends! They’re all great people, and we all make each other feel loved and wanted and welcome! It’s a nice feeling, and it helps me forget some of the big problems I’m facing.”

Rhosill - He mimes holding his rifle. “Gun in hand, and a bandit or inquest bastard in my sights.”

Aselif - “When Cayde comes to my office to just sit with me while I work. He makes the work go quicker, and makes it easier to think. And it is also simply nice to hold him close while he gets a break.”

Violet - What is your ideal date?

Lace - “Cue and I built my house together, and we fucked in every room as we built them. I’d say that was pretty ideal!”

Wrelia - “Whenever Em pulls out the blanket fort again! We usually bake cookies, and sometimes other treat too, and we spend all day curled up together and having a relaxing time!. It’s the best. Embrant’s the best.”

Rhosill - “My... what? I dunno, have I ever been on a date?” He hasn’t, and he wouldn’t know how to go on one, or what he’d want from one.

Aselif - “Any chance I get to spend an entire day with Cayde. I’d love to take him out to see more of the world together with him at some point, but our responsibilities keep getting in the way of that.”

Lilac - How would someone win you over?

Lace - “There’s... well there’s a lot of intricacies to it, so it’s kind of hard to say.” They rub at the back of their head for a moment, thinking. “Well, if you aren’t looking for any serious sort of relationship or friendship, good, kinky sex is a very fast way to my heart. Longer term, respect my boundaries, respect my privacy, respect my triggers... really just show some fucking respect and don’t push for shit I haven’t given you permission to push for.”

Wrelia - “If you have any notes or research on necromancy, that’d be great! I just really like when people talk to me in general, though. I’m pretty easy to win over.”

Rhosill - “Uh, whiskey? I guess? Tvelle punched me, and I let the recruits all try and fail to beat me up, so I guess whiskey or kicking my ass?”

Aselif - “Usually, I’m the one doing the hard work of winning others over.”

Blush - Do you have a crush on anyone? If so, who is it?

Lace - They laugh. “Cue, pretty obviously! That’s why I’m dating him! Strair, too, I suppose, and Maric. I’m sleeping with all of them, though, so it’s not really a thing.”

Wrelia - “Does my wife count? Even though I already married her? Ummm, Sayeh al’ Rajihd was really cool. I only got to meet her like once, but I have a little bit of a crush on her still.”

Rhosill - “I don’t think so, no.”

Aselif - “I think you should have gotten the picture by now. I am taken.”

Cotton candy - Would you say you have a sweet tooth?

Lace - “No, that’s why I drink my coffee black. I don’t hate sweets, but I don’t love them either.”

Wrelia - She looks around a little awkwardly and giggles. “I think it’s pretty obvious that I do. I’d eat pastries for every meal if I could get away with it! Uncle Ruzzier caught me last time I tried though, and I got this whole lecture on the importance of a balanced diet.”

Rhosill - “Don’t really care how things taste at all, if I’m honest. So no, I don’t.”

Aselif - “Yes, I would. I especially love the sweetness of fresh fruit.”

Coconut - What would be your ideal vacation?

Lace - “I’m admittedly not a huge fan of vacations. I’d usually rather be working. But if I were to pick anything, I’d like to follow Cue while he goes to work and just spend the day watching him.”

Wrelia - “One that my mom, Laighe, takes. She can take all of mine for all I care, as long as she uses them and takes a break.”

Rhosill - “Fuck, I don’t need a vacation. I’m basically always on vacation already. Not like I have a job right now or anything.”

Aselif - “I’ve been told Elona is quite beautiful, and has an abundance of new plant and animal life that produce fascinating toxins and poisons. I’d love to take Cayde to Amnoon to explore, and spend some time working with the new materials I find there.”

Black - What is the darkest thing you’ve ever done?

Lace - They grin and quirk an eyebrow. “Are you sure you really want to hear that? I can go into some pretty intricate details about how I torture people, if that’s what you’re looking for. Like how I hung a man by his wrists and whipped him until he blacked out, then I healed his wounds and started the whole process over again. Or how I froze a woman’s lungs in her chest and watched her suffocate. Or the courtier whose legs I cut off one inch at a time after they tried to force Kvold back into the court. That was a good one.”

Wrelia - “I, uhm, I don’t really wanna talk about it... so how about I talk about this lil guy instead.” She holds up a strange looking rat, leaking a black tar-like substance. “I named him Jeremy. He’s awakened. I awakened him! Isn’t he cute? I guess this counts as dark, right? Well, I’m studying him with the hope that I can figure out some sort of way of treating the free awakened when they get sick or injured. It’s pretty cool, but just a side project. Taimi takes precedent right now.”

Rhosill - He shrugs. “Mass murdering a bunch of inquest when I was a sapling, maybe? My work as an assassin, could also count. Or my time with Scarlet. I’ve done a lot of very dark things. I only regret some of it.”

Aselif - “I’ve sold many of my fellow courtiers into worse lives than the ones they already had. And I’ve helped torture lots of people. The one that haunts me most was a knight from my own court, who I sold to one Lady Tenor. I see her around more often than I’d like. I haven’t seen the knight since. I don’t know if that’s better or worse.”

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My Heart Went On (Chap 2)

Titanic!AU with Prinxiety and background Logicality

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April 11, 1912

“Virgil, stop brooding in the corner and join us!”

Virgil looked over at Patton, who was playing a game of poker with a couple other men. There wasn’t much on the betting table, only a couple handfuls of coins.

“Nah, I think I’m fine right here,” Virgil said, leaning back against the wall and looking out the window.

He heard Patton sigh. “Fine, I fold, keep the coins.”

Patton walked over, pushing Virgil’s folded arms lightly. He shook his head when Virgil met his gaze.

“Come on, loosen up! We landed a place on the finest ship in the world; might as well have some fun with it,” Patton said with a grin.

“I think I had my fun last night,” Virgil said back with a smirk, before his face turned serious again. “But that’s all it was. Just a bit of fun, a little rebellion from a rich boy.”

Patton smacked his hand against Virgil’s arm, “Oh, come on, Virge. He asked you to meet him again tonight, that’s gotta mean somethin’, ay?”

“Ongoing rebellion,” Virgil suggested.

“Or a bloomin’ romance,” Patton countered with a raise of his brows. He leaned into Virgil, dropping his voice to a whisper. “You never know. This is a whole new chance for us, ol’ boy. Opportunities at every corner. You take that, and you run with it, see where it leads you.”

Virgil sighed, smiling softly at Patton. “You’ve always been the dreamer of the two of us.”

“Maybe we’ll end up taking a couple of handsome rich men with us to America,” Patton winked, making Virgil laugh.

“Yeah, Pat, I’m sure that’s how this will end. Livin’ it up in New York with a couple runaway rich boys.”

Patton shrugged, a smile on his face. “You never know. Now come on, let’s get some air. All this smoke is starting to hurt my head.”

Virgil followed Patton out of the saloon, heading up to the open deck. Away from all the drunken shouts and cigarette smoke, Virgil took a deep breath of the salty air. They walked to the bow of the ship, memories of the previous night flooding Virgil’s mind. Patton seemed to know what Virgil was thinking about as he giggled to himself, climbing up on the railing. His feet on the first rail of the bottom, his hands clutching the top, he leaned over the side just enough to see the waves below.

“This is it, Virgil,” he said dreamily, staring out into the distance. “We’re really doing this…”

Virgil laughed as he folded his arms on the railing beside him, following his friend’s gaze to the wide expanse of ocean. “I know, I know, you’ve only said it a hundred times,” he teased.

“I just still can’t believe it. On the Ship of Dreams, going to the Land of Opportunity… do you think it’s much different there?” Patton asked, a faraway look in his eyes.

Virgil thought for a moment. “I dunno. I’d imagine less drunken cursing in the streets at night,” he joked.

Patton let out a huff of laughter, “Eh, maybe. Reckon we’ll be able to drink any American out. Then get up on the table and show ‘em the Irish way of a party.”

“You dance like a one legged cat when you’re drunk,” Virgil said, nudging Patton with a grin.

“Ah, but it’s still fun, and ain’t that the point?” Patton retorted with a light push back to him.

Virgil shook his head, laughing as they turned their gazes back to the sea.

“I’d like to open a bakery of my own when we get there. A little one, with an apartment above it for us to live,” Patton sighed. “Small, but cozy, and when people walk in they smell cookies and bread baking in the ovens, and it’s warm. A place anyone who comes in can call a home, and everyone who walks in is a friend.”

“I can run a little tailor’s shop from the apartment,” Virgil said with a smile, going along with Patton’s daydreams. “Fixing coats and the like for fifty cents a pop. More detailed work goes up to a dollar.”

Patton thought. “You drive a hard bargain. Will there be a discount for an old friend?”

Virgil pretended to ponder this for a moment. “Loaf of cinnamon bread and we’ll call it even.”

“Sounds like a fair deal to me,” Patton said, shaking Virgil’s hand.

Giving up their serious facade, they broke into peals of laughter.

“I may have to start lower though, gain some business first. I’ll be working with blokes like Roman by the time I reach those prices,” Virgil said, his arm around Patton’s shoulders.

“Ooh, and of course, what about him? We’ll have to make sure we have enough space to take in our lovers as well,” Patton teased, waggling his eyebrows at Virgil.

“You’re mad, they wouldn’t want to come with us and live a middle class, at most, lifestyle.” Virgil said, shaking his head.

“What’d I say, V, you never know. Plus, didn’t you say last night that he proclaimed he’d run away with you?”

Virgil shook his head, looking away from Patton with a sigh. “He’s probably as much of a dreamer as you. I just don’t see the world that way, Pat. I see what can happen, not some fantastical daydream where everyone lives happy ever after. I’m trusting your judgement on this journey, but I can’t trust the imagination of a naive man.”

“Virgil…”

“It’s true, you know it. It’s risking a lot to see him again, it was risking a lot just to do what we did last night.” Virgil said, dropping his arm and stepping back to the railing, clutching it tightly. “If we are caught, who knows what his family could do to me. People’ll do anything for money, and they have lots of it, I’m sure.”

Patton sighed, knowing he was right. He put his hand on Virgil’s shoulder, rubbing it with his thumb comfortingly.

“I’m insane, Patton. I’m absolutely mad for agreeing to meet him again, and some part of me wants to believe that there can be a happy ending for this.” Virgil paused, breathing deeply. He shut his eyes, feeling his eyes begin to sting. “But realistically, I’m going to end up breaking my own heart.”

“Don’t say that…” Patton stepped beside him, making Virgil face him. He stared up at Virgil with a serious expression. “Virgil, you can’t let fear get in the way of what you feel. If you are happy, then let yourself be happy. Of course, be careful, but… The risk is worth it, don’t you think?”

Virgil looked away, chewing the inside of his lip. He sighed before looking back at Patton.

“I suppose it could be,” he said softly.

Patton smiled, patting him on the shoulder, “There’s a good man. Everything will turn out fine, I’m sure of it.”

As they fell into silence, Virgil tried to let Patton’s certainty drown out the unease he felt. He still worried that something would go wrong.

Later that night, Virgil stood again at the bow of the ship, looking up at the stars. It was nearing ten o’clock, and Roman would be there any moment. Unless he had changed his mind about Virgil. Virgil tried to ignore the feeling as he closed his eyes, feeling the wind on his face.

Approaching footsteps made Virgil open his eyes again, turning around.

Roman walked up to him softly, a tender smile on his face.

“I’m glad you made it,” he said as he neared.

Virgil tried to ignore the hammering of his heart as he got closer. “I thought you might not show up.”

“What?” Roman questioned, his face falling into an expression of concern as he gently took one of Virgil’s hands in his own. “Why would you think that?”

Virgil looked away, hesitating before he answered. “Because this doesn’t make any sense. I- I’m not the kind of guy to...” He glanced back to Roman’s face before flushing. “To get the attention of… someone like you.”

“Does this have to make any sense? And I quite disagree with that notion, as I seem to be enraptured by you, my darling.” Roman pressed his lips gently to Virgil’s hand.

Virgil’s heart felt like it was about to pound out of his chest, and he was very aware of how sweaty his palms were, although Roman made no mention of it.

“I want to know everything about you, every single piece that makes up your character. I want to know your wishes and dreams, and do whatever I can to make them come true,” Roman said softly, stepping closer to Virgil, mere breaths away.

“I…” Virgil found himself at a loss for words, stammering nothing for a moment.

Roman sensed his discomfort and stepped back. “Perhaps we can start small.”

Virgil blinked, nodding, his eyes going everywhere but to Roman.

“Here,” Roman said, pulling Virgil away to the middle of the empty deck. He led him to sit on the ground.

Virgil looked at him questioningly as he shrugged off his coat. It was cold out, and Virgil was shivering slightly, so he couldn’t understand why Roman would shed his warmer layer. Until it was draped around his own shoulders. Virgil pulled it tighter against himself, feeling the warmth Roman had left in the fabric. Roman laid down on his back, gesturing for Virgil to follow suit. He did, and was met with the most amazing view of the stars he’d ever seen. He stared in wonder, not even noticing Roman’s gaze on him.

“It’s beautiful,” Virgil said softly.

“Yes,” Roman said in agreement, not paying attention to the stars.

Virgil glanced at Roman, smiling softly as he met his gaze.

“What are your plans for America?” Roman asked, propping himself up on one elbow.

Virgil let out a breath of laughter. “Me and Patton were actually talking about this earlier today. Patton wants to open up a little bakery of his own, with an apartment for us to share above it.”

“Would there be room for… anyone else?” Roman asked suggestively, earning a snort from Virgil.

“Patton said that he’d make sure there was enough room for our… lovers,” Virgil said, his voice dropping at the last word out of embarrassment.

“Ooh, good man! It’s perfect!” Roman shouted excitedly, turning onto his side. “You, me, Logan, and Patton, all sharing an apartment in the big city. I could get a job in the theatre, I’ve always had an interest in it. And Logan could work somewhere where all of his big brain knowledge isn’t going to waste. I think he’d be a good teacher. Oh, but what about you?”

“Planning on doing tailoring jobs like usual,” Virgil, turning onto his side as well, resting his head on his hand. “I’d rather not work in a sweatshop again, so I’d just make my own business unless I had no other choice.”

“It sounds perfect…” Roman sighed, closing his eyes as if imagining it. “And we’d be free to do whatever we’d like, no more nagging mothers or ladies who only like me for my family’s name.”

“I suppose,” Virgil said. “But it would be hard, you understand. There’s no fancy parties or dinners in this life. We could struggle to live, have no money, be hungry and cold.”

“I wouldn’t mind. I’d have you. And my freedom.” Roman said softly, seriously. “The risk is worth it to me.”

“You really are an idiot,” Virgil said, smiling softly at him.

“Perhaps. But I’m not a fool; I would bring enough money to last us a while. Maybe some valuables I could sell,” Roman said.

“Ah,” Virgil gasped teasingly. “So the rich boy has a brain.”

Roman pouted at him. “I’ll have you know, I am quite educated. Suppose it’s the privilege of being a rich boy.”

Virgil laughed softly. Roman’s face softened and he sighed as he gazed tenderly at Virgil. Virgil felt his face heat up under the weight of his stare, looking away shyly. After a moment, he cleared his throat.

“So, you’ve heard my tragic tale of woe, what about you? What’s life like up there in all the riches?”

Roman chuckled, thinking for a moment. He drew patterns on the ground with his finger as he spoke. “Well, it’s all about appearances. What you wear, how you act, everything has to be up to a standard. I wasn’t allowed to speak to anyone who didn’t have money, but I did anyways. My mother especially is always trying to please the public eye, which is why I think she wants to marry me off to some heiress.” He sighed, looking up at Virgil again. “But, of course, there are the good things of it. Most fancy parties are boring, but once we went to a dance, in this fancy ballroom. It was the most spectacular thing I’ve ever seen, and everything seemed to shimmer gold. It truly was a sight to behold…”

Virgil smiled. “I’d like to see that,” he said quietly before his face quickly changed. “But that’s stupid, I would never see that.”

Roman sat up, leaning over him with a determined look in his eyes. “I’ll take you to a ballroom like that. I’ll find a way, I promise!”

Virgil snorted, sitting himself up on his arm. “But speaking of parties… I’m gonna take a gander and say you’ve never been to a real party before.”

“If you mean one that wasn’t just a bunch of snobs standing around gossiping, then no.” Roman confirmed, intrigued on where this was going.

“Well, Pat was trying to get me to join him to a party they’re having tomorrow night. I wasn’t gonna go, but…” He smirked at Roman. “Maybe it’d be a good chance to see how you fare with the common and the poor. We’ll show you the Irish way of a party.”

Roman’s eyes lit up with excitement, “Oh my, that sounds wonderful! You’ll have to show me how you dance, I’ve only ever heard about those kinds of things.”

Virgil let out a groan. “Fine, but only a couple. I’m not much into dancing in front of others.”

Roman smiled. “I can’t wait.”

“Well, looks like I’m going to the party after all,” Virgil said as he closed the door and took off his shoes.

Patton sat up, a wide grin on his face. “You asked Roman to come?”

Virgil nodded, not even trying to hide his smile.

Patton let out a whoop, flopping back down on the pillow. As Virgil sat on his bed, Patton looked back over at him.

“Logan doesn’t know yet, but I’m taking him to the party too.”

Virgil snorted, covering his mouth as he imagined the two wealthy boys amongst the chaos. “Well, then this should be fun.”

Patton nodded, a small smile on his face. “We’ll give them a night they’ll never forget.”

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