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minecraftrelatedrandomness · 1 year ago

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Intro Post 2.0

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I'm Aqua, pronouns they/she/xe, likes and replies from @/aquaeclipse. I am an adult. This is my MC/MCYT sideblog, i.e. we post about block people roleplay here, sir.

You might know of me as a TV Tropes and fan wiki editor. On Tumblr, I am the admin of @dreamsmpquoteswithoutcontext and @mcytaita, and a handful of other minor blogs.

In the DSMP fandom specifically, you might know me as the person who revamped c!Quackity's fan wiki page in 2021 and an analyst in the field.

In the Pirates SMP fandom specifically, you might know me as one of the archivists and the recap guy. Yes, several of the Pirates SMP content creators are currently living like rats in my walls. This series is my Roman Empire fr.

I also write fanfics on AO3. Fanfic masterpost can be found here.

I do NOT support the Green Blob Man, a certain Music Man, or many other disgusting people unfortunately within the fandom's walls; please block me if you do.

List of MCYT interests and tags are under the cut. And a final note to all: I ship block people sometimes.

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大家好，我是雅嘉，我來自香港。我的母語是廣東話，也會說普通話／國語／華語，我一點也不介意你們用中文（繁體简体也好）跟我談談。

我也是位同人小說作者，在MCYT粉絲團從2016年待到現在——當時年紀還小，還沒有社交媒體。現在，我主要在AO3上用英語post我的同人小說。

Español

Hola, me llamo Aqua (elle/ella) y soy autora del fanfiction en inglés. Hablo tres lenguas, no hablo Español pero yo aprendía. Posteamos de los cubitos aquí, señor.

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Negativity tags under the cut at the bottom of the post because there's too many of them

Content creators can interact with me AT THEIR OWN RISK… and at my own risk too, apparently

Original intro post from 2021 (edited over the years) here

MCYT Interests

Fandoms that I am currently a part of:

Empires SMP

Life series – tagged by season names and #/trafficverse in general

ALSMP

Rats SMP

WCSMP

New Life SMP

Pirates SMP

MCSOS

Fandoms that I used to be part of but still post about sometimes:

Stampy's Lovely World (and other related material, but mainly because I am quite far behind on the content)

Feather Adventures

DSMP (list of content/trigger warnings for the series available here for reference)

Fandoms that I am aware of by osmosis and may post about:

Area Unknown SMP (only barely)

Evo SMP

Hermitcraft

Karmaland

Outsiders SMP (only barely)

QSMP

Personal Tags

General Tags

#my post – general personal tag + occasionally me inboxing others

#reply post – general replies to asks and other posts

#aqua fracasa en español – spanish learning tag

#aqua goes scientist mode – feral science student vs those dang cubitos, FIGHT!

#aqua live reacts – livereacting tag and unofficial spoilers tag

#aqua's mcytblr resources – my transcripts and recaps

#aquatic memetics – my memes

#aquatic positivity – posts chronicling people appreciating me and my work... I crave validation, okay?

#the great duckling hivemind – Quackblr shenanigans

#hey big queue! look what i found! – queue tag

#musical mayhem – web-weaving, playlists, etc.

#my art – general art tag

#tv tropes – TV Tropes shenanigans

SMP-specific Tags

#aqua analyzes c!quackity from the dsmp – exactly what it says on the tin

#aqua transcribes the dsmp – my transcriptions of the dsmp

#dsmp quotes without context – from my side-blog

#esmp musings – esmp headcanons and theories

#isleposting – pirates smp clips, headcanons, records, etc.

#pirates smp recap – pirates smp lore recap resources and posts

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#aqua writes – general writing tag

#aqua makes conlangs – conlanging tag

#dsmp jailbird backstory – semi-canonical c!Quackity juvie backstory-related posts

#esmp worldbuilding – empires worldbuilding headcanons

#the great duckling hivemind – Quackblr shenanigans

#ttxover – Toontown-related content, usually relating to c!Quackity

#unclassified works – posts that have a creative writing element to them that I would not call a proper fic OR fanfics that don't have their own tag yet

Fanfic Tags [Masterpost]

#kill the lights (fanfic) – c!Quackity post-Butcher Army fic

#love (fanfic) – Lovely World c!Stampy poem/fic written for the Stampytober 2022 event

#the ghosts of yesterday (fanfic) – c!Quackity backstory fic

#eye of the tiger (fanfic) – DSMP crackfic I wrote for Quackity's victory in the MCYTblr Sexyman Polls

#the morning falls nonetheless (fanfic) – Pirates AU fic involving Aurelia and Hudson Denholm's A+ parenting (/neg)

#the mushroom incident (fanfic) – Rats AITA fic written for @/inthelittlewood's compilation and at @/willowmvp's request

#tell me did i do wrong? (fanfic) – Pirates AITA compilation anthology, written for @/inthelittlewood

#chronica siderum (fanfic) – Pirates AITA, ft. Denholm Brothers lore spoilers

#blood on the hillside (fanfic) – Pirates p!Shep continuation fic, ft. chat being menaces (/affectionate)

#hatchling (fanfic) – Pirates ficlet written as propaganda for the @/scottsmajorshipbracket

#we've all been damned c'mon (fanfic) – Life series fic based on c!Gem's not-so-great journey throughout Secret Life

#lrau (fanfic) – Pirates Kite-centric Western AU fic I wrote for AUFest 2024 in collaboration with @/kitefactionofficial (then known as @/philzas-early-gang-society)

[This section has ceased to update as of July 2024; for all later works, please see the masterpost]

Fun Tags

#am i the asshole – MCYT AITA posts; see #mcytaita for polls on another side-blog

#containment breach – this post has left its target audience, everyone scatter

#the crane lives – the life series except the crane lives write the soundtrack

#the family forest™️ – if you make me update the Love Dodecahendron or Tangled Family Tree trope pages, I am going to start crying

#fuchsia fishfuckers – yes, I have a tag dedicated to that too

#i've had enough of this. i'm officially bonking scott to corny jail with an H. – Scott of the absurdly many aliases being a threat to my mental stability

#susage. for the love of christ. pls. control yourself. – Mythical J. Sausage should also cease and desist before he finds himself lacking a sausage /j; this man causes me to take -1,000 points of psychic damage every time he either types or says something

#mcyt without context – some silly polls <3

#psychological torment smp – the QSMP is an unethical psychological experiment that would never fly if it were in real life and not in the block game

Negativity tags AKA the Hall of Shame

General negativity and discourse tags: #/fandom discourse (general); #/negativity (general); #/wtf minecraft fandom (general for mcyt fans, tag was made before i learnt the tumblr tagging system); #/those twitter clowns (tm) (for twitter specifically)

Tags to block in regard to the cc!Dr**m situation: #/the redacted accusations (main tag), #/dreamwastaken (content creator), #/dream (DSMP character), #/urmom smp (U***** SMP), #/drace reveal (face reveal and all non-faceless IRL pictures), #/the video™️ (for the late 2023 video drop)

Tags to block in regard to the DSMP Volume 1 ending (derogatory): #/the crappy conclusion

Tags to block in regard to certain creators' predatory misconduct: #/0 days since last normal cc behaviour /neg

Tags to block in regard to Jellie disrespect in a certain poll: #/justice for the queen of mc

#intro post #my post #me irl #me irl rn #long post #please do not reblog

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hunterenough · 6 years ago

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December 3

Notes: I’ve cheated a little with today’s advent calendar entry for @notfunnydean‘s challenge. The prompt was “At the Christmas Bakery” but I’ve turned the bunker kitchen into a pro bakery instead. Of course, with Dean as our amazing pastry chef. The star of this is based on a real recipe (credit to: https://www.tasteofhome.com/recipes/caramel-pecan-cinnamon-rolls/ ), and the modifications mentioned are valid in terms of baking substitutions, though your results may vary. I hope you enjoy. (Of course, I don’t own the characters, and I don’t have a beta, all mistakes are mine. Please tell me if I need to fix something.) :)

December 3

Dean couldn’t remember the last time that he had voluntarily both gone to bed early and gotten up at the ass crack of dawn if a case hadn’t been involved. He’d spent most of yesterday, the part that he hadn’t spent staring at Cas’ letter to “Santa,” driving to Grand Island to go grocery shopping. He knew for a fact that he’d never voluntarily spent two hours letting a store clerk fill his cart with organic, locally produced, grass-fed, free-range, single source, WHOLE food. He didn’t even want to think about the dent his hippy spending spree had made on this wallet. It would be worth it though, if his angel could enjoy his breakfast without tasting all of the stray molecules left behind by chemicals or machine processing.

He had stashed his haul in his room, glad for the cooler bag that the clerk had tossed in free of charge when he’d realized that Dean would have to drive nearly two hours to get home. A change of ice packs after dinner and again before bed had kept the food safely at fridge temp.

He assembled the tools and ingredients on the counter carefully, double checking the recipe as he went. Mixing bowls, spoons, measuring cups, muffin tins, serving trays, saucepan, plates, forks, coffee cups, coffee, unbleached muslin, glass carafe, yeast, milk, eggs, butter, sugar, salt, flour, molasses, honey, maple syrup, pecans, and cinnamon. He’d gotten far more than he really needed, but he figured if this worked, maybe Cas would like to try more things.

Now for his fail-safe. If buying the most expensive staples in existence hadn’t rid the food of the flavors Cas disliked, this certainly should. Rowena had been surprisingly willing to help him with the spell when she learned what it was for. Her price, there’s always a price, was that she be invited to sample his baked goods sometime.

He laid the square of blue paper down on the counter and read the spell again to ensure that he wouldn’t stumble. Rowena had assured him that a slight mispronunciation wasn’t going to blow anything up, but he wanted to be sure. He’d memorized it with all the times he had studied it.

Et quod absque necessitate vel addita est accipere quod sit causa damnum. Revelare cubito verissimo essentia rei. Manente animi sanctitate nutrire possit.

He recited the translation for his peace of mind. Take out that which was added without need or which causes damage. Reveal the truest essence of the thing. May the purity remaining nourish the soul. He couldn’t find any fault in the words. He tucked the note back into his pocket.

There was no real ritual required with the spell. No funky blood sigils or potions. Rowena had simply told him that he should take several deep, cleansing breaths to “center himself” before reciting it. He did that now, taking the time to clear his mind as much as possible, keeping his eyes closed, but not squeezed tight.

The spell slid from his lips smoothly. Once he’d begun to recite the words, the rest seem to follow without effort. He took one more fortifying breath before he opened his eyes slowly. Honestly, nothing really looked different. The air seemed to smell better, he supposed, and that must be a good thing.

A sense of well being settled over him as he began to mix and measure. The scent of the yeast rising from the forming dough put him in mind of what home he should be. The feel of it pressing back against the heels of his hands as he gently kneaded it was soothing. He was almost disappointed when he had the greased up dough back in the bowl to rise. Almost. On with the good part!

Dean had spent hours reviewing recipes before he’d settled on this one. He’d spent more hours researching proper substitutes for corn syrup before settling on a slightly less than even mix of pure maple syrup and organic local honey, erring on the side of honey, and replacing the brown sugar with a mix of molasses and white sugar for a richer taste. He could feel the drool forming in his mouth already. He retrieved his monster (hah!) muffin pans and carefully buttered each cavity before he was again measuring and stirring, this time over the stove. When the golden sauce had bubbled gently for the required two minutes, he spooned it into the wells of the muffin pan. He took care that each had the same amount of the ambrosial stuff before scraping the pan with the back of a spatula. A single lick had him moaning quietly. This was certainly, hopefully, going to be worth the effort if the sauce was anything to go by. Finally, he added a generous sprinkle of (hand shelled and chopped) pecans to each well.

There was still a bit of time before the dough would be ready, so he used the time to clean up the dishes and put away his ingredients. He examined the butter that he’d set on the stove top to ensure that it had melted enough to spread. At last, it appeared that the dough had “doubled in size.” He punched it down gently before turning it back out onto the lightly floured counter. He’d made sure that all of the remaining dough had been scraped up, and now the dough was sliding easily along the surface. He rolled the dough out, again gently, and brushed on the butter, sprinkled on the cinnamon and sugar he’d mixed, and gently shaped it into the signature jelly roll loaf. Twelve even slices, one placed into each muffin well, marking the top of the end pieces with a pecan to ensure that he put them on his own plate, another, shorter, rise and they were ready for the oven. He placed clean, but empty, plates in the Christmas crates, just in case the amazing smell drew either man to the kitchen before the rolls were out of the oven. He wiped down the cupboard again to remove the remaining flour before moving to his next feat of breakfast awesomeness. He’d made a pot of coffee for himself earlier of course, but this was special. Single origin, grade A Kona coffee. It was supposed to be the best. He’d put in more hours of research trying to determine if there was a best way to prepare it, but hadn’t been able to really nail anything down. Much of it seemed to be personal preference. So, he’d chosen the method that seemed least likely to introduce extra molecules into the rarefied beans: pour over using the unbleached muslin as a filter into the glass carafe.

About 20 minutes into the baking cycle, Cas leaned around the corner, eyes firmly closed, and cleared his throat. “Dean, I’m not peeking, but the smells are quite enticing. May I join you?”

“Come on in Cas. Today’s present is still in the oven, but I kinda figured you guys might wander in before I was done. Hell, if it was me, I probably wouldn’t have waited this long.” He raised the flame under the water he’d been heating for the coffee. “I’m kinda glad you made it in before Sammy actually. I wanted to tell you that I really appreciated your letter, but you don’t have to thank me for being a part of our family. You...you just are. We wouldn’t be the same without you. I know. We’ve tried. And I don’t want you to think you’re an afterthought in this Christmas thing either. You and Sammy...well, you’re pretty much everything to me, ya know? It’s important to me that you get that man.” Dean could feel the heat of this blush all the way down his chest by the time he’d gotten it all out. He was a little surprised at himself for even acknowledging the letter, let alone feelings. He cleared his throat awkwardly in the ensuing silence and returned to the coffee preparations.

“Dean. I,” Whatever Cas was going to say was interrupted by Sam staggering into the kitchen.

“It smells like a freaking Christmas bakery in here! I really hope that’s breakfast.” He grinned widely at his brother.

“Sit down you giant child. Yes, that’s breakfast, but I gotta explain it first, and I should have just enough time before those things come out of the oven.” Sam sat obediently.

“I think you’ll both approve of today’s meal. Sammy, it isn’t rabbit food, but I’ve gone as hippy dippy on the grocery choices as Grand Island would let me. Full on organic and a million other green and wholesome adjectives. Not one speck of artificial flavor to be found. Cas, I did everything I could to reduce the ingredients, and the recipe, to the purest form I could. I’m hoping that I’ve eliminated at least some of the random extras that end up in food so that even if it tastes like molecules, they’re good molecules. Okay?”

Cas nodded seriously, and Sam just grinned.

“So this is today’s gift...the best, or well, hopefully the best breakfast ever.” The timer went off behind Dean. “These gotta rest for a minute before i can flip ‘em, but we can have coffee.”

He carefully tapped the top of one roll, judging the hollow sound as a sign of proper done-ness, and removed the trays from the oven to the wooden cutting board. The heavenly scent in the kitchen seemed to triple. He smiled in satisfaction and turned back to the carafe.

“Now, this ain’t just any coffee. This is ‘single-source, organically grown, grade A Kona coffee from Hawaii. It’s supposed to be awesome. I even brewed it this fancy way so it wouldn’t taste like paper or our normal sludge.” He delicately gathered and removed the muslin from the top of the carafe before bringing three mugs and the fresh coffee to the table. He poured two cups theatrically, presentation is key!, and settled one in front of each man before bustling back to the counter to finish the main attraction. After noting the position of the pecan marked “ends,” he quickly flipped each tin onto a waiting tray. He left the tins in place while he grabbed the two plates from the crates as well as his own. Tentatively, he lifted the corner of one of the pans, noting that the buns released cleanly, but the filling was being slow in its ooze out of the pan. Another minute then, that’s the best part!

He turned back to the table to see how the other men were enjoying the coffee and found them both staring at him, coffee untouched. Cas had his brows pinched together and his head tilted while Sammy simply looked dazed, his mouth hanging open slightly.

“What?”

Sammy’s mouth snapped shut and Cas righted his head.

“You made pour over coffee using unbleached muslin as a filter with single-origin beans from Hawaii…” Sam trailed off.

“Yes…?”

“And you baked...whatever that is...from scratch from the best ingredients you could get in Grand Island?”

“Yes…” It was Dean’s turn to trail off. He wasn’t sure where Sam was headed with this, and the attention was starting to make him feel a little squirmy.

It appeared that Sam wasn’t sure either. He looked at Cas for support.

The angel peered at him with a single corner of his mouth quirked up. “Dean. We are deeply appreciative of your obvious effort. We’re just…” He paused. “We’re just not accustomed to being treated like this. I’m certain that this is already ‘the best breakfast ever’ and I haven’t even tasted anything yet.”

The air quotes instantly brought a grin to Dean’s face, and he relaxed. “Well, you guys deserve to be treated.” He turned back to the task of plating breakfast. He gave it one final critical glance, that is fucking beautiful if I do say so myself, before presenting each man with a plate and fork. “Maple Pecan Cinnamon Rolls, hot from the oven. Enjoy fellas.”

Sam, still having not touched his coffee, tentatively cut off a piece of the pastry with his fork, bringing it to his mouth with equal hesitancy. Cas mirrored his actions.

“Holy fuck Dean!” Sammy said with his mouth still full. Dean’s reaction, beyond a re-emerging blush, was still forming when Cas moaned. It was one of the most unholy and fucking hot sounds Dean had ever heard. Cas, when Dean met his eyes, seemed torn between ducking his head in embarrassment over his reaction and savoring his mouthful. Dean stood transfixed. He couldn’t drag his eyes away from the way that the angel wrapped his lips around his next bite, and the noise he made...some sinful cross between a whimper and a groan that had Dean’s entire body drawing tight. If it got this reaction, he’d bake for the angel with fancy bespelled ingredients at every fucking meal.

The sound of a throat being cleared made him whip is eyes to Sammy’s face. The shit-eating grin had him immediately turning to fix himself a plate and trying desperately to get himself under control. Real cool Winchester, pop a chub watching your best friend eating breakfast. Doesn’t get more humiliating than that...oh wait, your brother noticed… At least my angel is actually enjoying his food. With that thought firmly in his head as a success his embarrassment cleared, he grabbed his plate and sat down across from Cas.

Wicked grin still firmly in place, Sam met Dean’s eyes. “I think it’s safe to say that we are both really enjoying your efforts.” He took a loud slurp of his coffee and let out a muted groan of his own. “Seriously though Dean, this is fucking amazing. I knew you could cook, but this is really top-notch professional bakery level awesomeness. Soul food of the highest order cause we know how much work you put into this for us.”

Rather than respond, he stuffed a giant forkful of gooey perfection into his mouth. He head fell back and a porn worthy moan exploded from his own mouth before he could stifle it. Holy shit, they weren’t even just being nice. For once, he kept his mouth, and his eyes for that matter, shut as he slowly chewed his mouthful of heaven. When he opened his eyes, he was looking directly at Cas who was staring at him eyes wide and lips slightly parted. As Dean watched, the tip of his tongue flicked out to the corner of his mouth, catching a tiny bit of maple-honey sauce that had escaped. He was transfixed.

Sam slurped his coffee.

Dean snapped his attention back to his plate.

Cas cleared his throat.

The three men returned to enjoying their meal, sans sexy sounds.

The mood shifted back to their normal light banter when Sammy begged for seconds in his best impersonation of a little little brother. Dean scooped a second roll onto each of their plates, and relaxed back into his chair cradling his coffee and allowing himself to simply enjoy the easy domesticity of the moment.

“So, Cas, whaddaya think? Good molecules?” He teased the angel.

Cas, who had barely paused between bites to taste his own coffee, met Dean’s eyes.

“It… It wasn’t like other things I’ve tried. I tasted. I tasted honey and maple and cinnamon. I tasted it.” His gaze hadn’t wavered from Dean’s.

“Like for real? Like when you were…” Dean cut off the word human. “Like when you could actually taste things?”

“Yes. Dean, it was...divine. I tasted…”

They sat watching each other.

Sam didn’t bother to interrupt this time. His belly was pleasantly full. Dean could sit staring longingly at the angel all morning as far as he was concerned. He was going to take a nap.

~~~~~

Cas couldn’t look away. Dean’s soul was alight. His soul was always unusually bright, the intensity of it made him feel short of breath, though he had no need to actually breathe. The physical sensations alone generally made the angel avoid studying it when there was a chance he would be observed. He couldn’t really control his reactions.

Today, however, it was different. More. His soul seemed to be undulating with ecstatic colors. The same sensations of happy, love, home, safe that he’d observed yesterday had returned, but bright bursts of warmth seemed to shoot outward sporadically as well. They were so brief in duration that he was having difficulty getting a read on their significance. Truly, he had never observed such a fantastic thing. It made his mouth dry, his breath quicken, and his pulse race. Arousal. I am aroused by the site of Dean’s soul.

Being aroused by Dean was not a new phenomenon for the angel. The man was a perfect specimen of male aesthetics. Generally, however, studying his soul did not result in such a base reaction.

“I’m glad.” Dean’s sudden continuation of their conversation caused Cas to startle to attention.

“Yes. I am surprised that these more ‘wholesome’ ingredients had such an impact on the flavor of the food. There wasn’t a single impurity to distract from the true flavors. Although, I do believe that knowledge of your effort positively impacted my perception of the tastes as well. You have given me a gift I could never have expected Dean, and I am very grateful.”

“Well, I did have a little help, and not just with the shopping.” His hunter’s gaze drifted away from his own. “I was worried that even the best ingredients would still have impurities from being packaged or acid rain or whatever. So I used a spell to remove the impurities. I figured if I started with the best, and then used the blessing, I’d get the biggest bang for my buck. Rowena helped me.”

“You spelled the food?” He kept his tone carefully neutral. “What was the spell? It seems to have worked perfectly.”

“Rowena helped me with it. I was a little worried since she said she only wanted me to bring her some leftovers in return, so I researched it myself before I used it. I couldn’t find anything about it that would cause ill effect.” Dean pulled the blue square from his pocket and passed it to Cas. She’s coming by later for her rolls. I’d better box them up. I guess I really owe her for how well this worked out.” The last was accompanied by a smile an another bright flare of happiness from his soul.

Take out that which was added without need or which causes damage. Reveal the truest essence of the thing. May the purity remaining nourish the soul. He translated without thinking, then studied the paper for a moment longer, admiring the man’s angular scrawl, so different from his own.

“You are correct, there should be no ill effects. It truly is designed to be a blessing. I do find the last line interesting. May the purity remaining nourish the soul. I would have thought it would been a more physical thing… restore the body or man would have been the more traditional conclusion. In spells, nourishment of the soul generally involves worthy effort or sacrifice. Although, in this case I suppose both were offered…” He was starting to think that there may be more significance to the changes that he’d observed in the man’s soul than his unusually good mood. He’d have to have a chat with the witch.

#spnadventcalendar2018

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