#melon waffle

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

Random doodles from the falling apart sketchbook

[toyastales]

Good Morning!

[buffetlicious]

I tried the ala carte 9-pcs Spicy Chicken McNuggets (S$7.80) from McDonald’s Singapore last week. These fried chicken nuggets are zinged up with cayenne pepper and chilli powder, so you get a subtle kick of heat. Dipping them into the curry sauce make them even nicer. Like the above burgers, this one is also available for a limited time only, so hurry, go try them before they are taken off the menu.

Mum had the Extra Value Meal of Filet-O-Fish (S$5.50) with the default medium French fries and a small drink. Actually, she only wanted the burger itself but I got her the set meal as it is more worth the money.

The Yubari Melon soft serve is also back for a limited time. Bought the Yubari Melon Cone (S$1.20) and eat it as I made my way to the supermarket at the basement level. The melon flavour is fragrant and the vanilla-based soft serve creamy though a tad sweet for me.

Mum said she craves some ice cream so I bought her back to McDonald’s and bought both the Yubari Melon Twist Cone and Yubari Melon Cone (S$1.20 each). I wouldn't normally buy the twist cone version but it is just for the camera. :D

Selected images courtesy of McDonald’s Singapore.

[gummi-stims]

🧇🍈Melon Cream Waffle🍈🧇

From snoopslimesofficial on tiktok!

[cryptidclaw]

the 6th one is firestar hating waffles

Firestar does not like what he be smellin >:(

[sweetmiremoonie]

Ah... the previous post made me reminisce of a time where the thought of sweet bread was unfathomable and even bewildering to me.

Then I ate a melon pan and it changed my life forever.

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: 𝙳𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚐ä𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 [8]

Pairing: Dark!Ransom x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Summary: Your husband’s twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why. 

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Stalking, Kidnapping, Basement-wife, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Breeding kink, Smut, Darkfic, Dead Dove: Do not eat!

Word Count: 3,572

A/N: poor reader. things are not going as well as she’d hoped. we’re honestly in the home stretch, i anticipate another 2-3 chapters before we’ve arrived at our conclusion! (i also have some plans for a short prequel, so stay tuned!) bottom divider by @firefly-graphics

You stare at your husband, open mouthed as he shuts the door behind him. On the tray in his hands is breakfast, and most of all—coffee. Real coffee, swirling gently in the fancy drip . You can’t think of a single thing to say as he moves past you to set the tray down on the table. 

The scent of his cologne makes your knees tremble, it’s so familiar, so him. You haven’t seen Ransom in person in so long it feels like some sort of trick. You look down at his hands as he arranges the plates, looking for the indents left by Lloyd’s signature rings—but there is only his wedding band, sitting on his ring finger. He looks up at you. 

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Sweetheart.” 

Your tongue is sticky in your dry mouth. “I did.” 

Ransom isn’t as good at pretending he’s unaffected—not as good as Lloyd. Brief upset flashes across his features before it’s replaced by determined placidity. It makes the rage simmering in your belly flare up even hotter at the sight of him. You’re angrier at him than you are at Lloyd. It isn’t logical, you know, to feel somehow more betrayed by your husband than his twin, but you do. You suppose Lloyd owed you less than the man with whom you had shared every hope, every dream for your future. 

“Let’s eat something, at least,” he replies at last. “You can hate me on a full stomach.” Reluctantly, you sit down at the table. You wonder if all your meals will be taken like this now, now that contact has been re-established, like some sort of strange exposure therapy. Ransom pours himself a mug of dark coffee and then a matching one for you. You don’t reach for it, though, not until you see him drink from his own cup. 

The plate before you is loaded up with fresh fruits—your favorites: cut grapes, melons, slices of kiwi—and beneath that is a fully loaded waffle, topped with fluffy whipped cream. You spear a forkful of eggs and chew as you stare pointedly at the mug in front of you instead of at him. 

Ransom isn’t like Lloyd, he doesn’t force conversation. He simply sits there across from you, eating breakfast in your prison like it’s the most ordinary thing in the entire world. 

“How could you do this?” You vomit up the question as you tremble, unable to swallow another bite. “How?” 

“We love you so much,” he begins, and you have to resist the urge to throw the plate at his head, food and all. “So fucking much.” Ransom reaches across the table to grasp your hand. “This is the only way this works, Sweetheart.” He lifts his hand to your cheek. You hate that his reassurance feels good, that you’re tempted to press your face into the palm of his hand the way you used to. A sob tears free from your throat. 

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t—”

“Do you even know what love is?” There is a cold edge to Ransom’s voice that’s unfamiliar to you, not because you haven’t heard it before, but because he never adopts that tone with you—never. “Love is doing for others what they cannot do for themselves.” You almost want to cringe away from his gaze. “You taught me that.” As his words increase in intensity you actually try to, only to have Ransom grip your chin with his free hand.“Even if it hurts.”

He sits back in his chair, and sips his coffee. “Now finish your breakfast, Sweetheart. I have a surprise.” The word surprise immediately gets your hackles up, and you can feel your stomach churning. 

“A surprise? What is it?” Ransom winks at you. 

“Eat up.” 

You force your way through the fruit—it’s sweet and ripe but it tastes like mush now as you anxiously chew and swallow. Ransom had always been a good gift-giver. It’s one of the things you’d valued about your husband, his attention to detail, his heart. That little piece of him he’d let you see, the part of him he guarded, held like a wounded bird in his cupped hands. The part of him that memorized your birthday three months in and threw a half-birthday party because he couldn’t wait that long to give you the present he’d gotten for you—a trip to Paris, to see the Louvre. Which one of these people is your husband, you wonder, watching him watch you. Which one of them is real, which is created? 

Or had you ever really known him at all?

When you’re done eating, Ransom hands you a little plastic baggie, containing an assortment of pills. A few you recognize—your pre-natal vitamins, one of your prescribed supplements—but there are some you don’t. You glare down at his offered hand with narrowed eyes before crossing your arms. 

“I’m not taking those.” You’re expecting Ransom to fight you—hell, you’re half expecting him to pin you down and force them down your throat. But he doesn’t. All he does is purse his lips, and place them down on the table. 

“We’ll revisit that.”

“We’re not revisiting anything!” You hiss. “I am not. Taking those.” Ransom steeples his fingers beneath his chin and raises an eyebrow. 

“You had no problem taking them when you couldn’t see them, Sweetheart.” Your stomach rolls. “It was my suggestion,” he sighs, fingering the little packet. “I thought you would appreciate the agency.”

“You’re still drugging me.” 

“Sweetheart they’re not roofies.” His flippancy somehow makes you angrier. “It’s all the things you were taking—perhaps a little altered for your condition, but nothing untoward. Your Celexa for your anxiety. Prenatal supplements, vitamins.” 

“I’m not taking them.” 

“Fine.” He picks the little baggie back up and places it in his pocket. Instead of tacit, clever threats like Lloyd, Ransom simply gets up. You look up at him in surprise, almost forgetting to be angry. 

“Y-you’re not going to force me?” You ask, shocked. Your husband pushes his chair back against the table. He looks sad. Really sad, like he recognizes the weight of what has changed between you. 

“No, baby. I’m not.” He turns towards the door. “But I’m not going to stay, either.” Your eyes go wide with fear.

“W-wait, why? I—”

“You’re upset. I understand, I do.” For his part, Ransom looks realistically disappointed, like he wanted things to turn out differently than they have. A sad smile flits across his face. “But baby if we’re going to build back what we had, build it stronger, you’re going to have to think about more than just yourself.”

You feel a pang of hurt in your chest at his accusation. “I’m not selfish! If any

thing—”

“Threatening to leave me? To take the baby?” Ransom shoots you a cold, disappointed look. “What did you tell me, Sweetheart? The baby will never know my name? What would you call that if not selfish?” You swallow thickly. 

That day feels so long ago now, though in truth you suppose it’s been nearly a month since you’d figured it out and everything had broken open and fallen all to pieces. It’s strange to think that that was reality in the same way that this is—that your physical body no longer occupies a world that exists only in your memories, when everything was perfect. 

“I’m going to give you some time to relax. Maybe It’s too soon.” Ransom shakes his head. “I’ll be back when you’re ready.” Your chest feels tight at his declaration. Alone? Again? You curl your fists into tight balls beneath the table, nails digging into your palms. 

“Don’t.” 

“Oh? And why should I stay? You hate me, you won’t take your medicine—”

“I’ll take it.” You mumble, and Ransom turns back around, a soft, surprised look on his face. You don’t want to go back to being alone, back to the endless hours of silence, your food delivered while you slept or bathed, to reciting movie lines just to have something to listen to—

“What?”

“I—I’ll take them. Please—you don’t…” You close your eyes.. “You don’t know what it’s like to be in here alone, day after day.”  It’s torture. The words hang unspoken from the tails of the ones you’re brave enough to voice. Tears press against your closed lids as you try unsuccessfully to keep them back. He sighs. 

“Oh Baby.” 

You hate him —you hate both of them, so much it seems to fill up every inch of you. So why do you want him to stay? Why does it feel familiar and right and good when he tucks you beneath his chin as you sob? You’d managed to hold them in with Lloyd, but you can’t with Ransom. He’s too familiar, your body knows him, thinks it’s safe with him, even when it’s not. But it’s hard not to feel that same security when he sweeps you into his arms and sits against the window with you as you whimper and cry, pressing your face into his chest. 

Ransom rocks you back and forth, rubbing circles on your back through the cotton dress. You aren’t sure what he says to you as he does so, mumbling muddy praise and promises into your hair. It’s almost worse than that day at the villa—you hadn’t been this hopeless then, this trapped. You’d thought you could leave then, that you could simply walk away from the snare they had set for you, though you never really could.

What other end could there have been?

You aren’t sure how long you sit there with Ransom, your heaving, hysterical sobs becoming hiccoughs. Listlessly you stare out at the waves, dragging the back of your hand across your puffy eyes. Wordlessly, he hands you the little plastic bag of pills. You take it from him without a fuss, tear open the corner and dump them into the palm of your hand. You consider them for a moment before lifting them to your mouth and swallowing them dry. 

—

The surprise, as it turns out, is books. 

Ransom brings in a brightly colored bag from the hallway as you sit sniffling on the bed, still wiping at your puffy eyes. It almost brings you to tears again as you pull out the tissue paper to reveal the prizes inside. They’re all books you’ve never read before but had been meaning to, even going so far as to put a list of them on the fridge in the apartment you shared with Ransom. Frankenstein. Hound of the Baskervilles. The Shining.

“You read my list.” 

“Of course I did,” Ransom says, pressing a kiss to your temple before sitting beside you on the edge of the bed. “It’s been up there for months.” He teases. “I thought we could read them together, like we did in college. Since you’ve been so lonely.” Something goes tight and achy in your chest at the memory of it, you and Ransom cuddled together on your narrow dorm room bed as you read him passages of Wuthering Heights and Catcher in the Rye. It’s so easy to picture it now, though you had not thought of them for months—maybe years. Your husband just a few years younger, draping his own sweater over your shoulders. 

I like when it smells like you, he’d say when you’d stammer about lotion or perfume, pressing it into your hands anyway. 

“I’d like that.” 

It’s almost like being home again, wrapping yourself in the soft comforter on the bed as Ransom begins to read. Is it so wrong, you wonder, to want to go back to when things were ordinary and perfect? Before you knew your husband and his brother felt something deeper than love, deeper than obsession for you—ownership, perhaps. You don’t want this new knowledge, as insane as that seems. You don’t want to know that your family is dependent on them, that their lives rely on your marriage in ways you never could have foreseen. Your father’s business, Nathalie’s school—all things they would lose the instant your relationship dissolved. 

And as Ransom reads, it’s almost easy to pretend you don’t have it, to close your eyes and just… listen. You’re half asleep when he shifts you into his arms, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head. You begin to stir, pushing at his chest, but he hums softly. 

“Just let me have this, Sweetheart. You can still hate me when I’m done.” Your husband holds you to his chest, stroking your hair until you fall asleep. He holds you like that for a long time, listening to the sound of your breathing. With a sigh, Ransom lowers you down to the mattress. He’s arranging your books on the bedside table when the sound of the keypad draws his attention.

“You’re bringing her presents already?” Lloyd drawls from the threshold. “I thought you said she wasn’t ready.” Ransom rolls his eyes. He knows what jealousy looks like well enough on his own face to know it on his brother’s. 

“I said that a week ago,” he says softly. “And keep your voice down. You know we had to lower the dose on the sedative.” Lloyd leans against the bedpost, watching as Ransom fusses over you. “Besides. You got to see her yesterday.” He shoots a glare at his older brother. “You took a fucking bath with her. You always have to be fucking first, don’t you?” 

It’s Lloyd’s turn to roll his eyes. “I don’t interfere in your relationship, you don’t talk shit about mine.” He smooths a hand down your cheek. “I called the doctor. He said he’ll be here Monday.” 

Ransom nods. “Good.” A small smile crosses his lips. “I think she’ll be excited to see the baby.” He rests a hand on the ever-so-slight curve of your belly, and Lloyd snorts. “With our luck, it’ll be twins.” You shift, mumbling something in your sleep as your face twitches. Lloyd kisses your forehead. 

“Shh, baby. M’right here.” His hand replaces Ransom’s on your belly. “We’re not going anywhere.”

—

“A doctor?” You stare at the two of them incredulously. “Here?” Lloyd scoffs at your shock. 

“Come on, Princess. It’s not like we’re in space.” He pats you affectionately on your hip. “Besides, you’re due for a checkup. Don’t you want to see your little nugget?” His words twist your stomach. You had scheduled an ultrasound for when you returned from Mykonos—not knowing, foolishly, perhaps, that you never would. I wonder what they told Dr. Pashik. 

Ransom and Lloyd are wrapped around you like snakes; your husband curled around you from behind, while Lloyd has draped himself across your lap, tracing circles on the exposed skin of your thigh where the dress has ridden up. They’d come into your room sometime early that morning while you’d still been mostly asleep, taking up residence on either side of you while you mumbled groggily. Of course Ransom and Lloyd had not come empty handed, bringing with them more gifts; books, card games, even a portable device they told you you were allowed to watch movies on. Of course, upon discreet investigation there were only streaming apps installed on it, no browser, nor any way to reach the outside world. It was password locked for extra security, which neither one of your lover-turned-captors had yet supplied you. 

You rest a hand on your tummy. “I am excited,” you say finally. “I guess… I’m surprised.” Until now, they had not allowed you to see a single person other than them—in fact you wouldn’t have known there were more people here than the three of you had Lloyd not pointedly told you. “What kind of doctor treats a prisoner?”

“You’re a patient, Princess.” Lloyd corrects you. “Not a prisoner.” He kisses your thigh. One who enjoys a discreet, hefty payout. 

“Someone you know from work?” You ask snidely, and Lloyd laughs. 

“Maybe when I can trust you, I can tell you.” He winks at you. You know your brother-in-law does work for “the government” but you aren’t really sure which government. You get the feeling he has no loyalty in that regard, though all you have to go on is your own baseless assumption. Your thoughts turn to the doctor, and you wonder if they might be sympathetic, despite Lloyd’s money. If you’re even allowed to be alone with them—in all likelihood you probably won’t. If Ransom and Lloyd have been anything they’ve been careful, you doubt they’d make such a rookie mistake this far into the game. Not now. 

You smile sadly. “I don’t think you’ll ever be able to trust me.”

“Oh Princess, I don’t know about that. After all, look at us now.” A lump forms in your throat. “All cozy like. I think you feel a lot more comfortable than you want to admit.” You swallow against the lump that’s formed, thick and sticky in your throat. 

“I just know there’s no use trying to push you off.” 

“Okay, Princess.” Lloyd blows you a kiss. “Whatever you say.” 

It is warm and comfortable between them, and as much as you hate it, Lloyd’s hands do feel familiar and right on your skin, though you don’t want them to. It occurs to you once again that you don’t know what’s in those neat little pre-packaged pill bags that they’re giving you, and as much as you don’t want to bask in the sudden intensity of their affection after weeks of stark purposeful isolation, you still can’t help yourself. It doesn’t help to know the rules of the game when they’re still playing it so effectively. All you can do is watch as Ransom and Lloyd move you around the board, to ends you can only imagine. 

“When is the doctor coming?”

“Tomorrow,” Ransom says, squeezing your hand. “I think we’ll hear the heartbeat, you’re far enough along, you know.” He sounds excited. You know he is—Ransom has always been excited at the prospect of fatherhood. He’d been downright encouraging when you had brought up going off your birth control, if the things he’d been growling into your ear as he rutted into you in your bed were any indicator, and they were. 

“We still haven’t talked about names.” 

“I had a list going but it was on my phone.” 

“Maybe we’ll take a look at it together soon.” Ransom’s hands drift to your shoulders, rubbing at the tense muscle knotted underneath your skin. 

“Will we get pictures?” You ask. “Of the ultrasound?” 

“Of course.”

“Then… will you send them to my parents?” His hands falter, and you turn to look at him. Your husband’s expression is unreadable as he glances down at his brother, an entire conversation passing between them wordlessly. You feel that same pang of old jealousy creep up into your chest, and you swallow it down. “I just—they… they would want to see.” 

“Maybe.” He says at last. 

“Where do they think I am?”

“I don’t—”

“I’ve been good, haven’t I?” You ask, shifting away from him, from the both of them. “Please. Tell me something. Anything.” Lloyd shakes his head with a frown, but Ransom sighs. 

“You’re in a very expensive hospital in Austria.” 

“My father wouldn’t believe that,” you say, shaking your head. You know your family—they wouldn’t just swallow some paper thin excuse just to get back to their lives. Would they? “He-he would want to see me.” 

“Your father is very busy with his business, Princess,” Lloyd cuts in effortlessly. “He has so much to worry about, and then there’s Nathalie’s classes…” he shrugs. “They trust us to take good care of you.” 

“So let us take care of you.” 

You’d suspected you had no tears left to cry, that perhaps you’d cried them all already. But as always, you manage to surprise yourself with more from the seemingly unending supply inside you. You want to push away their hands as they pat and comfort you, hushing you and wiping at their tears with the pads of their thumbs. It’s the only comfort you have, especially knowing your family isn’t looking for you. Why would they? You remember the bitter, bitter arguments you’d had with your own father when you had decided to move out. They relied on you, needed you—you contributed to more than a third of the bills, there was simply no way around it. You were hurting the family, damning them with your independence. 

“Have you ever thought about anyone but your goddamn self?” Your father had never apologized for that night, and like a dutiful daughter you never brought it up again because how could you? You were the oldest, junior mom, de-facto parent. Something shatters inside you at the thought, and you feel it almost like physical pain. I wonder if they can hear it. 

You don’t know when the arms around you begin to feel like solace instead of suffocation as you weep against someone’s warm chest—you cannot be sure, not through your blurry, red-rimmed eyes. But as your fingers curl into his shirt, and another warm set of lips presses against your hair, you wonder if perhaps this is why they chose you. 

Because who didn’t love to tinker with a broken doll?

to be continued…

Thank you for reading! Please check out my masterlist for other, similar works, and follow my library blog, @box-of-bones-library for updates. ❤️

[tamapalace]

Bandai Introduces the Tamagotchi Connection with a 20th Anniversary Global Re-Release

The moment we’ve been waiting for is finally here! Bandai has officially announced the re-release of the Tamagotchi Connection with a 20th anniversary device! That’s right, can you believe it has been 20 years? We’re BEYOND ECSTATIC, and Bandai did NOT disappoint!

Physically the design of the Tamagotchi Connection 20th anniversary looks like a Tamagotchi Connection V3 with the iconic antenna, but it’s clear that Bandai has put together this model to give us a taste of what the Tamagotchi Connection was like! We’re not entirely sure on the programming, but it looks like it will take characteristics from the Keitai and Tamagotchi Connection V3.

The re-release of the Tamagotchi Connection for the 20th anniversary features unique programming that includes over 50 characters, 10 mini games, and 150 items! Your favorite characters will be back and raisable, and of course you can connect them together!

Lets talk packaging, reminiscent of the Tamagotchi Original packaging, the Tamagotchi Connection 20th anniversary ditches the early 2000’s plastic packaging in favor of a more eco friendly paper packaging with. Brand new Tamagotchi logo, and yes look at the beautiful Connection graphics on the packaging! Colors of packaging include blue stripes that faces into white.How cute are Mametchi and Memetchi in the upper left-hand corner?

The back of the packaging is super cute as it details the functionality of the Tamagotchi Connection which includes detailing the growth chart, samples some characters and some mini games, along with items. The packaging also mentions that there is a password for the item on the side flap inside the box, so perhaps we’re going to get some new passwords?

The packaging does call out that we will be able to shop for new items directly on the Tamagotchi, so the shop has returned. You’ll earn those Gotchi Points and then purchase some new items to spoil your Tamagotchi!

Unpack your CR2032 batteries, because the Tamagotchi Connection 20th anniversary is powered by the same batteries you know and love. The packaging also calls out that programming is in both English and Japanese. Perhaps it’ll ask which language on boot, which would make the most sense, similar to the Tamagotchi Uni.

Let’s talk shells! Bandai is releasing the initial Tamagotchi Connection 20th anniversary wave with 6 shells. Two of which are returning from 2006, these include Bubbles and Ice Cream. The new shells include Clear Retro which features a clear translucent shell and cute retro like graphics in white, orange, purple, and green around the display along with pink buttons. Then you’ve got Rainbow Sky which is so cute and features a shell completely painted in a red, yellow, green, and blue rainbow along with some clouds and hearts, purple buttons and the top of the antenna is blue.

Lastly, Bandai has brought back the True Friends pack, how creative is that? These two graffiti shells are unique as they are excuse to the true friends two pack, one is a blue graffiti shell, the other is a pink graffiti shell. They both feature Tamagotchi characters include Mametchi, Kuchipatchi, Memetchi, and Mimitchi.

There will be four shells exclusive to Japan that are all reminiscent of shells released in the 2000’s! That includes the iconic melon soda!

The Bubbles shell includes a password to download soda, the Ice cream shell includes a password to download ice cream, the Rainbow Sky shell includes a password to download an umbrella, the Clear Retro shell includes a password to download a waffle, and the True Friends Blue Graffiti and Pink Graffiti True Friends pack incudes a password to download a pencil!

All of the shells include the new logo to match the packaging of the Tamagotchi Connection 20th anniversary.

It is important to note that the wallpaper behind the screen on these will be a bit different from one another. Both Bubbles and Ice Cream uses the numbered background featured on the Tamagotchi Connection V1, whereas the new shells have backgrounds that are unique to their shells. That’s an awesome attention to detail.

Another thing to call out is that the chain on these devices is the same as the Tamagotchi Original, or Tamagotchi Connexion in Europe. This model does not feature the same chain as the Tamagotchi Connection with the chainlink design and ring.

Pricing! The Tamagotchi Connection is priced at $29.99, and the Tamagotchi Connection True Friends pack is priced at $57.99. This is a global release and preorders are already open on Amazon with an official release date of July 9th, 2024. Japan will be releasing them a bit later on August 3rd, 2024! It’s about to be an AMAZING SUMMER! The Tamagotchi Connection is already the  Amazon #1 Best Seller in Toys & Games before it was even officially announced by Bandai! Don’t call it a comeback, call it a takeover.

[emo-batboy]

Battinson and Food

He’s vegetarian and I will hear none of your crap

Depression meals, so many depression meals

I already made a post of his greatest hits here but here's three more:

A whole tub of apple sauce

Instant grits mixed with a hot chocolate packet

And a bowl of croutons

Some meals have actually graduated from the “Depression Meal” category to “Whenever I Can Sneak It Out of the Kitchen” status (because Alfred is appalled every time)

Dick, with the invincible, titanium-lined stomach of a 9yo, doesn’t know why Bruce makes them, but he loves taking bites of Bruce’s weird concoctions.

His favorites so far are:

Cream cheese and jelly sandwich

Spoonfuls of peanut butter (with chocolate chips, that was his idea)

And frozen garlic bread

Diner Food is King. (This is New Jersey. What did you expect?) His go-to order is two eggs over easy, well-done rye toast, grits with syrup and butter, and a fruit cup with no melons from the 24-hour place two blocks east. Hasn’t changed since he was five. Never will.

Bruce can cook food that is edible. Edible.

Like if he tries to make Italian, he can successfully cook the pasta. He can make a basic sauce. He can even plate it.

The tomato sauce is crunchy in some places, yes, but it’s fine :) and it is edible

but Bruce has NEVER succeeded in a baking endeavor, and it positively devastates him every single time

“Baking is science! I love science! I’m great at science. So why didn’t the cake rise when I did everything on the recipe?!” “You need to make it with love-“ “That wasn’t on the ingredients list, Alfred!”

He can handle spice surprisingly well. It’s not like he could avoid it while training all over the world, so he ended up building a tolerance, but his eyes still go unbelievably red every time.

He really fucks with bagels (I mean, what self-respecting Gothamite doesn’t) and he has a very specific bagel order for every possible mood from the great place downtown

The workers at Bagel Kingdom know which moods correspond with which order, and they have a designated spreadsheet taped to the back of the counter so they can work accordingly.

They know he’s barely hanging in there when he gets a toasted blueberry bagel with no butter.

He’s having a good day when he gets a plain bagel sandwich with tomato, provolone, two fried eggs, and hot sauce. In that order. That’s the shit

When he’s stressed, he gets a pumpernickel bagel with strawberry cream cheese to cheer himself up.

The workers of Bagel Kingdom will NOT let you disrespect his bagel.

Bruce almost burnt the tower down when he tried to cook a toaster waffle in the microwave while running on 40 hours without sleep, and he just kept cooking it because it wasn’t crisping for some reason

Alfred needs to force him to eat all the time

(It is definitely because Bruce suffers from disordered eating.)

There was one period of time in which Bruce went days without food, and Alfred (lovingly) threatened to send him to in-patient if he didn’t eat

Bruce said that those gross, mushy, lukewarm blueberries were the only thing he’d tolerate when he was struggling, so blueberries became their indicator: if Bruce can’t stomach blueberries, he goes to in-patient.

He’s gone twice, and Bruce was very mad each time, but he still uses healing methods that he was taught in there so it couldn’t have been that bad.

(He’s also friends with some of the nurses now. He, Denise, and Kayleigh have a group chat.)

Dick once convinced him to test taste different kinds of olive oil to learn the difference between regular and extra virgin. It was absolutely disgusting, and he ended up puking an hour later. Alfred now puts child locks on the kitchen cabinets.

The first time Bruce ever makes a meal that doesn’t look horrid is when he spends two weeks practicing Romani dishes for Dick the month after he adopts him.

He has since perfected three different recipes:

Stuffed peppers

Goulash

Cabbage rolls

(Keep in mind Dick is not vegetarian like Bruce.)

He tried making almond cake like 80 times (which is more like a biscuit but still a baked good) but could never do it right so Alfred makes them instead.

At dinner time, Dick always eats off Bruce’s plate more than his own. Alfred has chastised him several times, but Bruce only encourages him more. He thinks it’s cute. And so does the general public when they attend dinner parties.

One of Bruce's favorite memories of his parents is when he had a bad dream in the middle of the night so Thomas and Martha drove him out to the nearest diner to have a chocolate milkshake at 3 am.

Now, after patrol, if Bruce saw something traumatic or something that reminded him of his parents’ death, he’ll go to that same 24-hour diner and sit for a bit with a chocolate milkshake.

He continues this tradition after Dick becomes Robin. (Even if it took months for Bruce to even consider the idea of letting Dick near harm’s way.)

No matter how hard he tries to keep Dick away from the gruesome stuff, he can’t stop everything. They get milkshakes a lot more than Bruce would like.

But eventually, it turns into a treat whenever Dick does well in school or needs a pick-me-up.

And when they add Jason to the mix, they introduce him to the tradition as well.

They know everything will be okay when they have chocolate milkshakes together.

[love-takes-work]

if there were a Steven Universe-themed cafe, what would you want on the menu?

Ya know, this would be very difficult to narrow down, even with you saying it would be a whole café with a Steven Universe theme so it wouldn't have to share with any other theme! Having made well over 150 Steven Universe recipes myself, I know there's a LOT to choose from, and it would be hard to get a good highlights reel down.

However, if you're gonna go with a Steven Universe theme in a café, you would have to be able to appeal to casual fans as well as deep Steventhusiasts. That means you would want the well known classics as well as stuff that the hardcore fans would remember, but you would also want stuff that's Gem-themed and fits the vibe without necessarily referencing specific food that's been eaten on the show! But of course, you also wanna have a good mixture of nutritious/filling food and snacky/desserty food. So you'd need a good variety!

We'd have to call our café The Best Diner in the World, of course.

BREAKFAST

Together Breakfast (Single or Family Size)

Best Breakfast in the World

Bagel Sandwiches

Biscuits & Jam ("He's the biscuit!" "And she's the strawberry!")

Waffle/Egg Sandwiches

Baby Melon

Various cereals (the show has cereals that look like Cheerios, Froot Loops, and Honey Smacks)

MAIN COURSES / SPECIALS

Fish Stew Pizza

Square Pizza

Hot Dogs / Veggie Dogs

Pizza Bagel with Fantastic Fries

Salmon Bagel Sandwich ("Perfectly Timed Afternoon Sandwich"), comes with Chaaaaps

Club Sandwiches with Gem-themed anchoring toothpicks

Amethyst's Torta (also comes with Chaaaaps)

Zucchini with Linguine

Pepe's Burgers Meal

SIDES & SNACKS

Fry Bits

Snack Sushi

Caprese Salad

Chaaaaps

Onion Rings

Breadsticks

Popcorn

Spicy Pretzels

Mozzarella Sticks (to violate the food treaty)

BEVERAGES

Sugar Shock Shut Down

Fountain Soda

Coffee

Tea

Fresh-Squeezed Lemonade

Apple Sidra

Fancy Orange Juice

Hot Cocoa

(You could put some of the beverages in cups or cans labeled "Guacola" and "Durian" but I recommend against actually making a drink with those.)

DESSERT

Donuts (Fire Salt optional, in cute tubes. Use Pop Rocks for sizzle!)

Cookie Cats

Ube Roll Slice

Star-shaped cookies

Steveny Gem-themed cupcakes

KIDS' MENU

Crying Breakfast Friends meal

Noodles and Butter

Hot Dogs

Juice Boxes (Durian design)

Macaroni & Cheese (Maybe let them mix it themselves, so they can be served macaroni & nothing)

Pepe's Burgers Kids' Meal

I have no idea what I would order. It would all be too tempting!

You'd have to have a performance stage up in the corner with a banner over it that says BEACH-A-PALOOZA and have local acts or open mic stuff sometimes, and stock the place with games (some SU-themed!) as well as having maybe a little gift shop with Steveny trinkets and coffee mugs. Yesss!

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Yuji and co. meeting Nanami's s/o who works at an frozen dessert shop that he always goes to?

It was a suspiciously hot day for May in Tokyo. Sure, it was usually starting to heat up around this time of year, but not nearly this hot. Yuji remembered a saying once from one of the American movies he’d seen called ‘Indian Summer’, when it was unseasonably warm in the fall. Like a last little clip of summer in the middle of the week before it cooled down. He wondered if their was a saying like that for spring. Colonizer Winter?

“Yuji, is everything alright?”

The teen looked up from his thoughts at Nanami, who was looking at him with concern; or as much concern as that stoic face could get. He smiled. “Oh, yeah I’m fine. Just a little warm.”

Nanami hummed in agreement, then crossed the street when it turned green. “Would you like some ice cream?”

Yuji perked up at the mention of ice cream and gave an enthusiastic yes. He followed Nanami down the street to a small, cute looking shop that advertised frozen dessert. With the heat, it was very popular today.

“Hey! What are you doing here??” Another adult behind the counter greeted. Coming around quickly to hug Nanami. “I thought you’d be working all day.”

“I am. We stopped in for a refreshment. This is Yuji.” He waved.

“Hi Yuji! I’m [Y/N]. Nanami has told me so much about you.”

“He has?”

[Y/N] chuckled at his oblivious expression. “He’s adorable.” Yuji blushed. “Go on, pick whatever you’d like. On the house.”

He seemed a little surprised by that, but went over to the menu and picked out a modest single cone with sprinkles and waffle twists. Nanami asked for a melon sorbet. “Is it really ok you’re giving this to me for free? I have money.”

“He is adorable.” [Y/N] repeated as they handed the men their frozen treats. “It’s really ok. I own this place. So I decide who gets free cones. Plus, there’s the ‘boyfriend discount’.”

Yuji was surprised, but then saw the way they were looking at Nanami, who took a bite of his sorbet with his spoon. “We should get going.”

“Ok. I’ll see you later?” Nanami nodded and [Y/N] grinned. “Bye Yuji! Come back any time when you want ice cream!”

He waved back at them as he and his mentor headed out to the street. “I didn’t know you had a partner Nanami-san.”

“I prefer to keep my private life private.” He told Yuji. “Plus, I don’t want that idiot knowing at I date someone who owns an ice cream shop. He’d never leave me alone.”

Somewhere in the world Gojo Satoru sneezed all of a sudden. Startled by the sudden urge, but went back to what he was doing.

[lady-wallace]

Whumptober 2024 Masterpost

My Whumptober masterpost for 2024! (Contains links to both tumblr posts and for stories on Ao3)

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Day #1: Race Against the Clock (art collab with @waffles-in-winter) Fandom: JJBA Part 5 Prompts: Search Party, Panic attack, 'If only we could hold on' Link

Day #2: Trust Issues Fandom: Obey Me! (Nightbringer) | Character: Satan Prompts: (alt prompts: Shivering, Communication Barrier) Tumblr | Ao3

Day #3: Set Up For Failure Fandom: JJBA Part 5 | Character: Bucciarati Prompts: 'I warned you' Tumblr | Ao3

Day #4: Hallucinations (art collab with @/Angel_Blackwyng) Fandom: JJBA part 5 Prompts: sensory deprivation, 'you're still alive in my head' Link

Day #5: Sunburn Fandom: JJBA Part 5 (Vampire Hunter AU) | Character: Bucciarati Prompts: healing salve, heatstroke Tumblr | Ao3

Day #6: Not Realizing They're Injured (fic collab with @waffles-in-winter) Fandom: JJBA Part 5 | Character: Giorno Prompts: Unhealthy coping mechanisms, 'it's not my blood' Tumblr | Ao3

Day #7: Only for Emergencies Fandom: Obey Me! (Nightbringer) | Character: Barbatos Prompts: Magic with cost, 'it's us or them' Tumblr | Ao3

Day #8: Sleep Deprivation Fandom: Obey Me! (Nightbringer) | Character: Lucifer Prompts: sleep deprivation Tumblr | Ao3

Day #9: Obsession Fandom: JJBA Part 5 | Character: Melone Prompts: broken window, bruises, 'frame me up on the wall...' Tumblr | Ao3

Day #10: Blow to the Head Fandom: Hellsing | Character: Integra Prompts: slurred words, passing out from pain Tumblr | Ao3

Day #11: Seeing Double Fandom: JJBA Part 5 (Vampire Hunter AU) | Character: Abbacchio Prompts: loneliness, (alt prompt: survivor's guilt) Tumblr | Ao3

Day #12: Starvation (Part 1/2) Fandom: JJBA Part 5 (Vampire Hunter AU) | Character: Abbacchio Prompts: underground caverns, cannibalism, 'just a little more' Tumblr | Ao3

Day #13: Team as Family Fandom: JJBA Part 5 | Character(s): La Squadra Prompts: multiple whumpees, 'death will do us part' Tumblr | Ao3

Day #14: Left for Dead Fandom: JJBA Part 5 (Vampire Hunter AU) | Character: Prosciutto Prompts: hunting gear, 'I want you to know what it feels like' Tumblr | Ao3

Day #15: Childhood Trauma (fic collab with @carryingstarlightinherwake) Fandom: JJBA Part 5 | Character(s): Fugo & Abbacchio Prompts: painful hug, moment of clarity, 'I did good, right?' Tumblr | Ao3

Day #16: Necrosis Fandom: Obey Me! (Nightbringer) | Character: Barbatos Prompts: swamp, wound cleaning Tumblr | Ao3

Day #17: Nowhere Else to Go (art collab with @carryingstarlightinherwake) Fandom: JJBA Part 5| Character: Bucciarati Prompts: Nowhere else to go Link

Day #18: Revenge Fandom: JJBA Part 5 (Vampire Hunter AU) | Character: Bucciarati Prompts: loss of identity, revenge Tumblr | Ao3

Day #19: Blood Trail Fandom: JJBA Part 5 (Vampire AU/Hearts of Gold Crossover) | Character: Bucciarati Prompts: one day out, blood trail Tumblr | Ao3

Day #20: Emotional Angst (PART 1/3) Fandom: JJBA Part 5 (Hearts of Gold Verse) | Character(s): Fugo & OFC Prompts: shoulder to cry on, 'it's not your fault' Tumblr | Ao3

Day #21: Body Horror Fandom: JJBA Part 5 (@carryingstarlightinherwake 's were!Abba AU | Character: Abbacchio Prompts: body horror | 'let the bedsheets soak up my tears' Tumblr | Ao3

Day #22: Bleeding Through Bandages Fandoms: JJBA Part 5 (@anticiajk's Butler AU) | Character: Bucciarati Prompts: reopening wounds, 'oh, that's not good' Tumblr | Ao3

Day #23: Forced Choice Fandom: Obey Me! (Nightbringer) | Character: Lucifer Prompts: public display, broken pedestal, 'I'm doing this for you' Tumblr | Ao3

Day #24: Radiation Poisoning Fandom: JJBA Part 5 (Vampire AU) | Character: Giorno Prompts: equipment failure, 'I never knew daylight could be so violent' Tumblr | Ao3

Day #25: Surgery Fandom: JJBA Prt 5 (Hearts of Gold Verse) | Character: Bucciarati Prompts: stitches, being monitored, 'it's for your own good' Tumblr | Ao3

Day #26: Nightmares (PART 2/3) Fandom: JJBA Part 5 (Hearts of Gold Verse) | Character: Fugo & OFC Prompts: parting words regret, 'i'm haunted by the lies that I have loved..." Tumblr | Ao3

Day #27: Voiceless Fandom: Hellsing | Character: Alucard Prompts: laboratory | muzzled Tumblr | Ao3

Day #28: Denial (PART 3/3) Fandom: JJBA Part 5 (Hearts of Gold Verse) | Character: Fugo & OFC Prompts: exposure, 'they caught me redhanded' Tumblr | Ao3

Day #29: Fatigue Fandom: Hellsing | Character: Integra Prompts: fatigue | burnout Tumblr | Ao3

Day #30: Recovery Fandom: Obey Me! | Character: Lucifer & Demon Brothers Prompts: holding back tears | 'what have I done?' Tumblr | Ao3

Day #31: Asking for Help (Part 2/2) Fandom: JJBA Part 5 Vampire Hunter AU | Character: Abbacchio Prompts: Asking for help | making amends | 'I'm alive, I'm just not well' Tumblr | Ao3

[whitegoldtower]

Skyrim Characters and their vape flavours of choice (someone put me down)

Ondolemar: either pineapple ice lost mary or the orange gummy bear lost mary. Dude is a posh roadman with his rolex, military shave, flawless skincare and designer tracksuit

Ancano: juicy peach lost mary or strawberry ice lost mary. He’s girlypop but will hide his vape because he doesn’t want to be made fun of for having pink on his person. Even though he’d 100% rock the juicy couture velour outfit and main as princess peach in mariokart.

Elenwen: coconut melon elf bar. Girlie would rather be sipping pina coladas in Alinor’s top resorts and spas. Her nails match the colour of her vape. Alternatively, she’d get the mojito elf bar thinking it would taste like rum. Disappointed when it doesn’t.

Serana: maryjack kisses lost mary or cherry ice lost mary. No explanation needed.

Cicero: the disgustingly sweet flavours like the cotton candy ice (pure fucking sugar) or the immensely artificial blue razz / mr blue lost mary. As if the little guy needs any more sugar in his system.

Teldryn Sero: buys the really shit knock off lost marys, and only ever gets flavours like ‘spearmint’ or ‘cream tobacco’ 😩 can’t handle having anything that doesn’t hit his chest like a normal cigarette, and will constantly complain about how much he misses smoking.

Vingalmo: will deny that he vapes with every fibre of his being but will freak out when he loses his cranberry raspberry cherry elf bar in the coffin lining. If there’s fruity fog coming out of one of the coffins in Castle Volkihar, it’s not ‘atmospheric ambience’, it’s Vingalmo hotboxing his bed.

Garan Marethi: has a heavy duty non-disposable vape and only ever vapes one flavour because it’s the only one he can stand: vampire vape blood sukka.

Neloth: also has a heavy duty vape but has these horrific mystery flavours like “jungle juice” or “pinkman” or “unicorn shake” and each new flavour he puts in the tank (without replacing any of the coils) is a worse, more burnt, more artificial smelling mess than the last.

Farkas: if it doesn’t smell like he wants to eat it, he doesn’t want it. Only gets flavours like “banana milkshake”, “caramel waffle” or “red velvet cake”

[inkdrinkerworld]

omfg the dumbification but also the AFTERCARE 🥹 taking care of reader because they’re just so starstruck and unable to speak, degradation turns into praising turns into long bubble baths and cuddles, telling them how good they are for him and letting them be his helpless partner for the night, and then fixing them breakfast the next morning 😭

i believe this was for miguel!! but yes!!! he’s a breakfast after sex kinda guy, doesn’t matter if it’s 10pm or 10am! he’s making breakfast after and always includes a cup of fruit, like melons or grapes or whatever you’re feeling for/have in the fridge! he makes waffles if you want something sweet but if you want something savory he’d make a chorizo hash! he’s big on acts of service in general so this is where he shines!! he loves that you rely on him daily, but something about this time in aftercare is just even more special and he loves it so much! it also helps him come down too, taking care of you so it’s a double win

[schmooplesboop]

Drops of Ice-Cream

Pairing: Alex X Male Farmer/Player

Rating: Teen, bc Alex's brain goes dirty for half a second

He was coming. Haley was chattering on about a bunch of new, cute clothes she’d ordered online, but her voice had retreated to the far reaches of Alex’s mind, because he was walking over. The farmer who’d inherited old man Sawyer’s farm at the start of the spring. Colton.

Alex adjusted his cap, hating that they made him wear it. It was so dumb. Why did he need to advertise the ice-cream stand while he was literally working at it? Who would even see it outside Pelican Town? Lame.

His hands were sweating. He picked up the ice-cream scoop just to have something to occupy himself. Vaguely he was aware that Haley had stopped talking. She’d spotted Colton too.

“God, he’s so hot…” She leaned close to Alex, keeping her voice low so the approaching man wouldn’t hear her.

Alex had thought about dudes that way before, but definitely not as much as he thought about women. But… yeah, Colton was different. Taller than Alex by an inch or two, muscular, but not as broad as him. When he wasn’t farming, he was surfing so Colton’s skin was a golden tan and his short, wavy sandy blonde hair was slowly being bleached by the sun’s rays. His eyes were a deep, warm brown that never failed to make Alex feel tingly all over when they fell upon him. So. Yeah. Colton was hot.

Aloud, Alex grunted noncommittally to Haley and she rolled her eyes.

“Hiiiiiii, Colton!” She waved enthusiastically, sounding somewhat breathless.

Haley had an instant crush on the farmer the second he moved onto Gullwing Farm. The jealousy had been confusing at first, Alex unable to decide if he was jealous of Haley liking Colton because he liked Haley too… or because he liked Colton. Turned out, it was the latter. Colton was friendly from the start despite Alex’s chilly, jealousy-fuelled reception. And as the spring went on Alex found out that they had a lot in common. They were both absolute sports nuts and loved the outdoors as much as they loved their dogs. Since summer had begun Alex had gone for a beach run with Colton and his dog Finn (Alex’s own dog was too old to join them, but Dusty still got plenty of pets from both him and the farmer) almost every morning. It was something that Alex was starting to look forward to.

“Hello, Haley!” Colton called out in his deep, friendly voice, stepping up to the little ice-cream cart. “S’up, Alex?”

“…Hi.” Alex replied quietly. Today Colton wore board shorts patterned with palm leaves and a loose orange tank top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Alex could feel his face heating up. He didn’t know where to look. He felt Haley’s shrewd gaze on the back of his head. “What can I get for you?”

“It’s cheat day, so an extra-large waffle cone with vanilla ice-cream, caramel drizzle, and a pinch of sea salt please!”

Colton grinned. Alex couldn’t decide if that was for him or his cheat day treat so he ducked his head, cheeks burning, and scooped ice-cream into a cone. Out the corner of his eye he could see that Haley had stepped up beside the stand with a funny little smile on her lips. Please, don’t let her blurt out something embarrassing.

She didn’t. “How are things on the farm, Colton?”

“Melons are really finicky, I’m learning.” Colton replied as Alex squeezed caramel onto the ice-cream and sprinkled sea salt on the top. “Had half a batch die on me. Not giving up, though.”

“That’ll be $3.50,” Alex mumbled, holding the ice-cream out, trying not to blush even more than he already was as Colton’s fingers brushed against his as he took the cone from him.

“Keep the change,” Colton said cheerily, handing over enough cash for nearly three ice-creams.

So much for not blushing even more. Alex’s face felt like it was on fire. “Oh, no. I couldn’t—” He stammered. Haley was definitely smirking at him.

“Farming has taught me that standing in the hot sun all day sucks. Keep the change, Alex. Maybe buy yourself your own cheat day treat.”

Those warm brown eyes were on him, making Alex’s knees feel like water and his belly like a knot of hot chilis. “…Thanks.”

Okay. Colton had his ice-cream; Alex had his cash. He could leave now, and Alex could calm down before his face erupted like a volcano. Right?

Colton did not leave. Instead taking a long, languid lick of his ice-cream that had both Alex and Haley staring. “So, how’s the rest of your summer look, Alex. Any plans?”

Alex’s brain was short circuiting, eyes riveted to the drops of ice-cream, starkly white against Colton’s tan skin, that rolled down the man’s wrist before he licked them off.

Thankfully, Haley decided to take pity on him, “He’s going to one of those sportsball training things in a few weeks.”

“Gridball training camp? Really? That’s amazing, dude!” Colton exclaimed.

Yeah. One he had to pay for, not one he’d earned a spot in. Haley didn’t know that, of course. No one did. He didn’t have the guts to tell them. Alex inwardly squirmed in embarrassment and outwardly put on his cocky façade.

“Yup. Gonna be the best gridball player around. Gonna go pro some day!” God, he hated the way he sounded. Like very douche that had shoved Sebastian into the lockers in high school.

The farmer was looking at him like he’d invented fire. It made Alex feel both guilty and pleased.

“Remember me when you’re famous, hey?” Colton chuckled, licking more errant drops of ice-cream off his wrist before slurping up half the cone in one go. Yoba, trying to keep thoughts of Colton sucking on other things like that out of his mind was an ordeal.

“You can be my number one fan.” Alex said with instant regret. Ugh. Why’d he have to say that? So fucking lame.

“Already am, dude.”

Alex blinked. He couldn’t tell if Colton was being serious or not. Haley’s gaze was bouncing between them like she was watching a particularly interesting match of tennis, hands clasped in glee.

Alex was saved from answering when the farmer’s watch began to beep. “Ah, shit! I gotta water my crops!” He jogged off, splattering ice-cream everywhere and raising his free hand in a wave. “Bye, Haley! See you for tomorrow’s run, Alex!”

“Byeeeee, Colton!” Haley called, waving.

“Bye.” Alex wanted to drop dead on the spot.

Haley turned to him, a truly wicked smirk on her face. “Oh, you two have it so bad for each other.”

Apparently, she wasn’t the jealous type.