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Let me introduce you…

Giorno Pizzana

[chiimeramanticore]

Part of the Band - Chapter 22 - Old Habits, Fresh Starts

Chapter summary: The gang goes to Showbiz to sign up as the venue's band. Beach Bear reunites with a friend. Dook tells an embarrassing story. A/N:

I may have been gone for four months but I assure you. this fic only dies when I do I don't have anything special to say for this chapter lol so notes from me are short today. here's hoping it won't be another 4 months until I update again 👍

Chapter word count: <- Chapter 21 - Chapter 23 -> Read it on AO3!

The restaurant is still preparing for opening day by the time the band arrives. The place smells strongly of paint, and you can't turn a corner without almost knocking someone over with supplies in their arms. Still, the group makes their way in and manages to find the cat they spoke to at the copier store.

"Hey, it's you guys!" He says upon catching their eye. "I wasn't sure you'd actually show up. But, ah– I am glad you're here, of course! I assume you're here to sign up to try out."

"Try out?" Mitzi asks.

"Sure," the cat says. "You guys aren't the only band who wants this stage, y'know. Nothing wrong with a little healthy competition, right?" He chuckles, though it comes out a bit tense. "I'll, ah, take you to see the boss."

The cat leads the group down a hallway toward the manager's office. They pass by a kitchen, and another room that seems to just be an open space.

"What's that?" Dook asks.

"Oh, that'll be the game room," the cat tells him. "We're expecting a bunch of arcade cabinets to come in soon."

Dook shoots an excited glance to his left, his gaze being met by Mitzi. She looks equally excited about this.

"Bet you guys'll get Space Invaders?" Mitzi says.

"Bet I'll cream you in it," Dook says to her.

"You wish!" Mitzi giggles.

Finally, the group stops outside the manager's office. The cat turns to them. "I think he's still finishing up with another group right now, so give him a minute first. I gotta go worry about these painters we hired who act like they're allergic to tarp." He bounces on his feet once, then turns to leave.

Beach Bear snickers. "Good luck, uh... I don't think you ever told us your name."

"Oh! Call me Crusty," the cat calls back. "Good luck with the boss!"

"Call him Crusty," Dook murmurs. Then, to Beach Bear, "Sounds familiar." Beach Bear scoffs, playfully nudging Dook.

The hallway they've all been led into is narrow, and not exactly comfortable in a large group. Thankfully, it's only a short while before the door to the office opens.

"Finally," Beach Bear says, approaching the door. He moves to step inside, only to be caught face to face with someone trying to leave. A mouse, with brown fur and blonde hair, only barely comparable to Beach Bear in height by way of the heels she's wearing.

"Mini?" Mitzi says, but she doesn't get a response. Mini and Beach Bear have locked eyes, and neither seem to be able to break the uncomfortable silence that follows. That is, until Beach Bear's mouth twitches into something resembling a confused smile, and he laughs.

"What are you doing h–?" He glances behind her, seeing a small group behind her also waiting to leave. A dog, a gorilla, a wolf, and... another polar bear. His smile quickly fades.

"I have other stuff going on," Mini replies calmly, quietly. "I hope you don't think my life revolves around you."

Beach Bear's eyes are transfixed on the other bear. "I... don't," he murmurs.

"I should be asking what you're doing here," Mini continues, still just as quiet, as if this conversation isn't for others to hear. "We signed up first."

"...Healthy competition," Beach Bear finally pries his eyes away and back to Mini. "Least, that's what Crusty said."

"We didn't know there was gonna be another band," Dook tries, but goes equally ignored.

Mini chews her lip for a moment, looking Beach Bear up and down. "You could let us out."

Beach Bear seems to be sizing her up just as much as she is him. "...You look good," he says. There's nothing sarcastic in his voice when he says it, but her expression finally sours anyway.

"You could move," she reiterates, a bit louder now.

Beach Bear steps aside, but then reaches an arm out, blocking the doorway. He glances back toward the other bear, but addresses Mini, "Who's the new guy?"

"Name's Bosco," the bear replies. His voice is deep, and he carries a perpetually sour expression on his face. Beach Bear bites his lip, a failed attempt at hiding his smirk. After another knowing look at Mini, he finally moves aside fully, letting them all out. Dook watches the group pass by him– Bosco is tall, taller than Beach Bear. Is he meant to be a replacement for him? Then, he looks toward Mitzi. She seems as surprised as anyone else... did she not know what her sister was planning?

"Well, ah–" He starts.

"Hey, what's with the hold up here?" A rat stands impatiently in the doorway. He's stout, about Mitzi's height, and is holding a fat, smoldering cigar. "You guys the next group or what?"

"Uh, y- yes!" Billy Bob stands. "Yessir. We're the Rock-afire Explosion, and–"

"Save it." The rat returns inside his office, waving a hand behind him for the rest of the group to follow.

The office is a small, smoky room, with stacks of paperwork and other little messes strewn about the desk and the floor. The walls are a dark olive green. A window on the right wall has its blinds pulled tightly closed. A paint can sits by the wall, left open. It seems even this place hasn't been exempt from the chaos of construction. The boss's desk sits at the center-back of the room, with a plush leather chair to match. The rat assumes his position in the chair, flicking his cigar over an ashtray. At the front of his desk is a name plaque: "Chuck E. Cheese - Chief Entertainment Officer."

"So," he says. "Real ragtag kinda group you guys got here. What kinda music do you do?"

"Rock and roll," Beach Bear answers.

"Well, hey, not entirely," Billy Bob says. "I might wanna write some country music, too."

"And I wanna sing pop music," Mitzi chimes in.

"Can't go wrong with a little soul, too," Fatz adds.

"Alright, alright!" Chuck says. "I'm puttin' you down as 'eclectic'." He doesn't move to write anything down. "Besides, having a multi-genre-capable sort of band works for us, needing a cover band and all that."

"A huh?" Billy Bob says.

"A cover band?" Chuck says. "Didn't any of you read the flyer?"

"That wasn't on the flyer," Beach Bear says.

Chuck pulls open a drawer on his desk and slaps a copy of the flyer onto the table. "There," he says, a finger pointing toward some small text along the bottom edge. "Says we're looking for a cover band. Is that gonna be a problem?"

"No problem at all," Billy Bob says quickly. "We're all fine doin' song covers, aren't we, guys?" The rest of the group all murmurs awkward agreement. "See? No problem."

"Alright, alright," Chuck mutters.

"Any other fine print we might've missed in there?" Fatz asks, half sarcastically.

"Oh, we can go through all the terms if you folks wanna," Chuck responds, fully sarcastic. But intent on following through, he opens another drawer and retrieves a stack of papers, slapping them down on the desk in a similar fashion. "Basically outlines the pay, the hours, the clientele–"

"Is there something special about the clientele?" Beach Bear asks.

"Sure is," Chuck says, "they're human."

The room goes quiet for a moment, everyone apparently at a loss for words. Then, after a beat, Mitzi says: "Why?"

"My mother was half human herself, on her father's side," Chuck says plainly.

"Really?" Dook says.

"No," Chuck says. "But we are still a human-friendly establishment. Not exclusively humans, mind you! But, y'know, they'll be around. That a problem?"

"No problem," Beach Bear says this time. "We're fine with humans." No one protests outright, but the air hangs a little tenser in the room.

"Good," Chuck says, and the tension finally eases. "I'm assumin' you're all willin' to work nights and weekends and what-have-you?"

"Of course," Billy Bob says.

"Great." Chuck opens a third drawer and pulls out a clipboard with a form on it. "Whichever of you is the most literate, come fill this out." Everyone looks at Fatz– save for Fatz, who looks at Beach Bear.

"What?" Fatz says. "He's the English major."

Beach Bear rolls his eyes and approaches the desk. He takes the clipboard and a pen from Chuck and moves to the side to fill it out.

"While he's doing that, any of you have any questions for me?" Chuck asks the rest of the group.

"...Is your last name really Cheese?" Mitzi asks.

"Your last name is Mozzarella," Dook says.

"Oh, right," she whispers. "What's the E stand for?"

"Entertainment," Chuck replies.

"That can't be your real name," Dook blurts. Chuck only responds with a smile.

Thankfully, it doesn't take much longer for Beach Bear to finish filling out the form. He hands it triumphantly to Chuck, who looks it over.

"What'd you say your band was called again...?" He squints, holding the paper an inch closer. "The Rock-afire Explosion?"

"That's us," Beach Bear says.

"Hm. Dumb name."

·–—–·

"So... Humans, huh?" Beach Bear says. The ride home has been pretty silent between the two of them, and Beach Bear only speaks up once they've pulled into their driveway.

"Yeah," Dook responds. "What do you think?"

"Ah, I don't care," Beach Bear says. "They look different, sure, but us working on stage doesn't really mean we'll have to interact with them. It'll be fine. Why, what do you think?"

"I dunno," Dook says. "I don't think humans are bad... I just don't know much about 'em."

"They're just people," Beach Bear assures him. "They're probably more scared of us than we are of them, ha."

"Should they be?"

"No! Of course not. But, I dunno... I guess I get their perspective. If I created a new form of life and it ran off and started doing its own thing, I'd probably be a little freaked out about it too."

Dook ponders this for a moment. "You don't think they think we're, like, monsters, right?"

Beach Bear laughs. "Probably not you. You're a big cuddly puppy dog. Me, though? I don't think most humans will ever even see a real polar bear in their lives."

"Have you seen one?" Dook asks, and Beach Bear shakes his head. On this note, they both leave the car and move into the house. Beach Bear heads to the kitchen to root around for snacks, while Dook wanders to the couch. He sits sideways, keeping an eye on Beach Bear.

"What if I do somethin' embarrassing?" Dook asks.

"What do you mean?" Beach Bear replies, his head inside the fridge.

"Like, on stage, in front of the humans. What if I say somethin' dumb?"

Beach Bear is quiet for a second before responding, "What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?"

"...Huh?"

"What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?" He repeats, finally moving to look at Dook. He shuts the fridge and moves toward the couch, soda can in hand.

Dook stutters a few times, unsure how to respond. It's not something he was planning to recall today. He's not even sure what his most embarrassing moment is. Beach Bear joins him on the couch now, sitting to his right.

"I can go first, if you want," he offers.

"I didn't know we were takin' turns."

"Sure. Like..." He thinks for a moment. "Mine was in the eighth grade. I had a crush on this girl– her name was Mindy." Beach Bear begins to describe his classmate, and Dook feels himself growing... disappointed. Of course Beach Bear likes girls. Had he been assuming he'd ever have a chance with him? Of course he doesn't. He finds himself withdrawing from the story, something about Beach Bear wanting to impress her during a school talent show and doing a poor job.

"Alright, your turn," Beach Bear says, and Dook blinks.

"Uh..." He'd already forgotten he was supposed to tell a story, too. "For me, it was..." He's still drawing a blank. "...It was also a girl. I, uhh, I wanted to impress her, so I..." His eyes meet Beach Bear's, who's watching him intently. He's so earnest... It's so unfair. "...So I joined her band," Dook says. "We were young, so the band didn't work out. And... turns out she didn't even like boys. So I never had a chance, anyway."

"Man," Beach Bear says. "That does suck."

"Why'd you ask me to tell you that?" Dook grumbles. He feels his face growing hot– he really has embarrassed himself.

"Because," Beach Bear says, putting a hand on Dook's back. "If you say something silly while we're on stage, I guarantee you it won't be as embarrassing as our most embarrassing moments. So you're gonna be fine!"

Beach Bear laughs, and Dook feels some awful mix of desire and shame. He wishes he could slap Beach Bear's hand away– how could he touch him like this after all but rejecting him? Yet at the same time, he wishes the moment could last forever, feeling the warmth from his palm bleed into his own body. It's selfish, it's greedy... it's humiliating.

If he can't keep it together, it could start getting in the way of the band, and cost them their job at Showbiz. He can't let that happen– not just for his own sake, but for everyone's in the band. So in that moment, Dook quietly makes a resolution to himself: he must swallow his feelings for Beach Bear, for good.

[hugemilkshake]

May I have friendship head canons for the Cheese Kingdom crew? What they'd be like as friends or what they'd like to do with y/n Cookie for fun? Thanks! :)

Enjoy the milkshake! I waited until the second part of the burning spice update to come out for this since we’d get smoked cheese

Also I was tempted to not put olive cookie here bc I don’t like her-

Golden Cheese Kingdom friendship Headcannons!

Golden Cheese

Golden Cheese will be the type of friend to spoil you and give you gifts

She will make you go to a spa with her, don’t fight her on it

Your honestly her support system due to how far the other ancients are and the cookie kingdom are, it’s hard to connect with them

So you honestly are someone that Golden Cheese considers a great treasure

Golden Cheese will use her wings to cocoon you in warmth (even though the dessert is pretty warm already-)

Olive Cookie

Info dumping info dumping Info dumping info dumping Info dumping info dump-

She would love to tell you everything about archaeology (you occasionally get annoyed with this)

She will shut up if you get annoyed with her but she will be sad

Honestly if you have an interest your really passionate about she will listen to you as well

Do expect to be dragged out to the dessert for little research expeditions

Burnt Cheese

Burnt Cheese might not say much, but you can tell that he enjoys your company

Very much uses actions over words to express how much he cares about you

Tbh you will always get a free pass it I the kingdom, you never need to do any of the soul weighing stuff, your a homie.

You also get to pet the jackals whenever, if Burnt Cheese is cool with you, your cool with them

Mozzarella Cookie

Honestly she’s very chill. You could probably say the wildest shit and she will be like “okay go off✨”

Now she will place bets with you a lot, what can she say? She loves a good gamble

You will be taken to any sort of gladiator monster battle because those are fun right?

One of the less risky things she likes to do is to let you do her hair, it might not stay in whatever shape you make it but it’s calming

Smoked Cheese

Honestly it would take A LOT to befriend this man. He’s a little sus of outsiders ngl.

But once you befriend him, he’s quite loyal

If your not good with sarcasm then you will suffer, Smoked Cheese is VERY sarcastic to default

But in the end, Smoked Cheese can be a pretty good friend if you give him a chance

Fettuccine Cookie

Fettuccine Cookie can be quite curious so do bear with her

She also isn’t much of a talker, but she’ll gladly listen to you ramble for hours

She will try to give you gifts, most of the time they are handmade and honestly well made at that!

She’s just glad you are her friend :3

[pythonthesnaketamer]

~the shadow jester's play~

reupload bc the first didn't have audio and got weird when I tried to fix it. Sigh.

I saw the update trailer and had the idea to make a puppet show of the story we know from shadow milk's point of view!

I made a script at 7 am and the video at 10 pm so It isn't the best but. Yk

All assets made by me one way or another, either drawn from scratch or using the trailer ones as ref

Song: shadow bonnie's lullaby

script in the part below ^^

(Dark blue curtains open to an empty stage. Only puppets of gingerbrave, strawberry and wizard are visble.)

"Our story begins with a small little INSAGNIFICANT child~! Oh! There he is now! Say hello, gingerbrave~!"

"Insignificant??"

"Poor old gingerbrave! He was baked by the witches just to be EATEN! good thing he and his stupid little friends weren't there!"

"Stupid?!"

"Nonono! They were seeking down the ancients~!"

(Curtains close. They open to show a pink, hollyberrian themed stage. A puppet of hollyberry, princess, and the redish green dragon are present.)

"There was hollyberry! The 'brave dragon warrior'! Can't be too brave to abandon her kingdom.. oh, but she came back to defeat the dragon! Doesn't that justify EVERYTHING in the end?"

(Pink curtains close. They open again to a purple, caconian themed stage. Puppets of dark cacao, caramel arrow, affogato and dark choco are present.)

"Then there came dark cacao, the undefeatable king! He's bested dragons, he's defeated armies! Just to be betrayed by his own son..~"

(Purple curtains close. They open to a yellow, golden cheese themed stage. Puppets of golden cheese, burnt cheese and mozzarella are present.)

"Then there was golden cheese! The golden sovereign as her people cry! But she couldn't even save those very people from death~!"

(Yellow curtains close. They open to a green, flower decorated stage. Puppets of white lily and dark enchantress are present.)

"Then there was white lily.. precious white lily.."

"Precious..?"

"She did her verryyy best to keep us sealed away.. oh but then came dark enchantress~! Pasts do come to haunt us, hm?~"

(Green curtains close. A stage opens to a soft yellow, vanillian themed stage, also decorated with flowers. Only a puppet of pure vanilla is present.)

"And there was pure vanilla. The great king, pure vanilla! But what king was he? His kingdom was dead! And worse, so much of this could be blamed on him~!"

"..."

(Soft blue and yellow curtains close. They open to a stage themed like a eye infested faerie tree, with Puppets of the ancients, gingerbrave, strawberry, wizard, elder faerie and some faerie kingdom cookies present.)

"Gingerbrave and his friends collected these five 'ancient heros' to defeat the (mock voice) 'BiG BaD AnCiEnT BeAsTs'! When the beasts came free, however, these silly silly cookies quickly realized they were outmatched! They quickly lost, and the beasts roamed free once again~! Hahahahaha~!!"

"!!"

(The curtains close, and open one last time, to a bowing shadow milk surrounded by discarded- showing to be "dead", puppets)

"The end."

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Nora: Hey Ren! Give me a pizza with extra Cheese!

Ren: Extra cheese ...

Nora: And hold the Tomato Sauce!

Ren: Hold the Tomato sauce?

Nora: And Hold the Crust!

Ren: Hold the Crust!?

Ren: Ey! Jauney! Gimme a cheese with Nothin'

Jaune: Nothin'?

Pyrrha: Now, You can have the best part of the Pizza, without the Pizza!

Pyrrha: Polly-O String Cheese® Individually Wrapped Cheese Snacks!

~~~~~

Nora: A PIZZA WITHOUT THE PIZZA! THAT'S SO STUPID!

Pyrrha: I know.

Jaune: that's ridiculous, I mean, Cheese can make or break a pizza, but a good cheese won't save Bad Crust and Sauce!

Pyrrha: I know.

Ren: It's a Disgrace, A Disgrace I Tell you! Just cheap Mozzarella! that's not even that great of a snacking Cheese! Why Not Cheddar? Why not an Edam of some kind?!?!

Pyrrha: You all said you wanted to be in an Advertisement. That's how those go.

Jaune: Seriously! Two days of the same thing over and over! With practically no changes in between the shoots! If any!

Pyrrha: Yes. That's how those go.

[copperbadge]

Ditching the tomato sauce for pizza gives the option for different flavor profiles, with a more neutral base. Start with just olive oil (no white sauce or garlic infusions - just decent EVOO) and use shredded Italian blend or mozzarella cheese (save the whole milk mozzarella for traditional margherita-style). From there, topping options are endless, though some combos I like are roasted garlic, sundried tomatoes, goat cheese, and basil; prosciutto, artichoke hearts and arugula; Kalamata olives, mushrooms and Italian sausage.

Oh agreed, it's just I really like the flavor profile of a traditional pizza, so when I'm having something that's out of that area, I want it as like, a food adventure, not as like, "I wanted a pizza", if that makes sense.

I don't care for a plain olive oil treatment on pizza; I find it greasy and dry at the same time, for me it usually needs something with more body when I'm making pizza at home. I always use part-skim low-moisture mozzarella because it melts the best (in terms of what I like texturally) so I'm with you there. I often don't really want toppings; I usually only do one or two, because more just becomes kind of a mess, flavorwise. But I also don't like about 80% of the toppings you named, so it's mostly that just like...the kind of pizza that offers more upscale toppings like that doesn't appeal because the point is the toppings and for me the point of a pizza is usually the bread-tomato-cheese combo.

I have been taking my homemade pesto and adding a bit of water or broth and using that as the sauce, and I am liking that, but again otherwise it's a regular pizza with only mushroom or pepperoni as topping.

I think fundamentally the issue is that there IS an awful lot you can do with bread-sauce-cheese-toppings, but I'm not really interested in most of those flavors. So a pizza that isn't a regulation pizza has to be fairly specific to my tastes to interest me, or so wildly out of my arena that I'm willing to investigate.

I wonder if you could make a vodka cream sauce with malort. I'd be willing to give that a swing.

[nightmyst14-blog]

Regaining treasures Pt 2

Woo, part 2 y'all!! Hope you guys enjoy this one!!

Setting: In the hidden treasure room. White Lily is feeling guilt for the deaths of her friend’s children, although it was of Dark Enchantress. 

White Lily: I… I can't believe this… I did this to her..

Pure Vanilla; Lily , no! *hugs her* That’s not true!

White Lily: Look, Vanilla! *gestures to the 3 coffins* Her children are dead! And we had no idea of this! She'll NEVER forgive me for this!!

Dark Cacao: We all didnt know, dear Lily. *helps her up* But she asked us to help her now. We shall do out best to do so.

White Lily; *sniffles* You’re right..

Pure Vanilla: Yes.. We shall do our best to do so, for Goldie’s sake.

White Lily: For Goldie’s sake- *sees her walk in* 

Golden Cheese: *Holding a bell, looking sad* LIly…

White Lily: Oh Goldie, Im sorry-

Golden Cheese: Don’t. *sighs* Pure Vanilla told me everything.  I know I was hard on you before, but.. I needed time. It was..hard to process the fact you were two people now. But after hearing what happened in Beast-yeast, things began to make sense.

Dark Cacao: Goldie…

Golden Cheese: Its.. its still weird to have you all here, but.. *walks over to the bull sarcophagus, places the bell there* Its been too long… I need them, my treasures..

Pure Vanilla: *walks over to them* Mind telling us about them. Your children?

*Golden Cheese look at Pure Vanilla, sniffling. She leans on Pure Vanilla, looking back a the sarcophagus* 

Golden Cheese: I have a daughter and 2 boys….. All created each at a time of day, as you can see on their coffins.  All took on an aspect of me, with a few ingredients from different lands.

Dark Cacao: *moves a hand onto jackal sarcophagus* The ingredients you had us bring.

Golden Cheese: *nods* Mhm.

Pure Vanilla; But we only have two things, the incense and the caramel you asked for. What about the third?

Golden Cheese: Its fine. My eldest, my daughter,  didnt have an ingredient imported outside of the kingdom. I used only the finest cheeses for her.

White Lily: Do you still have some left over?

Golden Cheese: *thinks* I should have some left in the reserves… Olive, please go get the finest mozzarella on the shelf.

Olive: Yes, ma’am! *runs off*

Golden Cheese: Olive and I have been researching a way to wake them up. Since they are connected to me, my Soul Jam is still connected to their souls.

Dark Cacao: The dreamscape.

Golden Cheese: *nods* Correct. Based on it, I have to do a ritual like how I first created them. Their souls are intact and their bodies, All I need is a jumpstart from the soul jams’ light magic.

White Lily; That’s why you had us come.

Golden Cheese: Mhm. I wouldve done this myself, but the process would drain me of energy. And I know you guys would yell at me for overdoing it.. Thrice.

Pure Vanilla: Sure will. *touches her shoulder*  We’re honored to be here to help.

*The ancients plus Olive went to get everything set up, checking with Golden Cheese if the ritual would be ready by morning. Before midday, the ritual was set.

Golden Cheese: *hand on the bull sarcophagus.*

White Lily; *walks over* …What was she like?

Golden Cheese: *looks up* HM?

White Lily: Your daughter. What was she like?

Golden Cheese: *smiles a bit* ..She was amazingly smart. She was head of security here. She made these little robots called Marzipans to make sure everyone was safe here.

Pure Vanilla: I think Ive seen a few of those little things lying around. She made those?

Golden Cheese: My sweet Mozzi.. She was a crafty girl, loving puzzles with a bit of odds. Sometimes she even surprises me with what she was up to next.

Dark Cacao: Hm. *looks up to the window* Its almost time, the sun is rising.

Golden Cheese: Ah, right. Everyone in your places.

*Olive walks up first, setting the mozzarella on the coffin. Golden Cheese began to use her soul jam to bend the light to shine on the sarcophagus, filling the details. Pure Vanilla, Dark Cacao, and White Lily points their weapons to the coffin, their soul jam magic flowing into the object.*

*The sarcophagus began to glow, the bowl of mozzarella seeming to phase into it. Light filling the details of the coffin, the lid starting to shake.*

Olive: *gasps, adjusts her glasses* Its… its working!!

Golden Cheese: *her hands shaking* Ngh… Keep going! We’re almost there!

*they soon stopped 15 minutes, the ancients a bit drained of their energy.*

Pure Vanilla; Hah. *pants* Did.. DId it work…?

Olive: I.. I dont know- *hears movement in the sarcophagus*

White Lily: *gasps*

Dark Cacao: *uses his sword to wedge over to open the lid,pushing it aside*

*Inside, sits up a young woman with tanned skin, blonde hair, and bull horns. Cracked blue makeup was on her face, getting smudged as she rubbed her eyes as her eyes gets used to the light*

??; Mmh.. W-where…

White Lily: *gasps, shocked* It.. it worked..

??; *Sees the others, gasps. Goes to back away,ending up  falling out of her sarcophagus* Ah, s-stay back!

Pure Vanilla: Ah!!

Olive: C-Careful, ma’am!

Golden Cheese; *slowly steps closer, tears in her eyes* M-Mozzi..? Mozzarella.. Its me..

Mozzarella: *looks up* …M-Mother..?

Golden Cheese: *smiles* My baby girl…

Mozzarella: Mother!! *tries to stand, falls buts Golden Cheese caught her*

Golden Cheese: *holding her close, smiles while crying* My daughter, you’re alive! 

*The others smiled at this scene, seeing how happy Golden Cheese was*

Mozzarella: *also crying* Smokey.. Burnt , I.. we could hear you. In that weird place.

Golden Cheese: I know, Mozzi.. I know. I’m so sorry.. *run a hand through her hair* I failed you three as a mother, I’m so sorry…

Mozzarella: Mom.. *looks around* Where.. WHere are they..? My brothers..

Golden Cheese: They’re coming, sweetie. Soon. But first, you need rest. *Looks towards the other ancients* Vanilla… Lily…

*the two of them walk over*

Pure Vanilla: *kneels down, smiles at Mozzarella* It is nice to meet you, princess. Allow me to examine you.

Mozzarella: *looks at her mother, then nods*

Pure Vanilla: *using healing magic*

Mozzarella: *looks at Golden Cheese, whispers* Mother, Are they..?

Golden Cheese: *smiles* Yes, my dear. These are my friends. The other ancients.

White Lily: It is an honor to meet you. *smiles*

*Later, Mozzarella was brought  to a  room. Still feeling the stiffness in her dough, she was given a wheelchair to move around in. Golden Cheese went to check on her*

Golden Cheese: Oh Mozzi, my dear! I brought you food!

Mozzarella: *working on a broken Marzipan* One second, Mother.

Golden Cheese: Mozzarella, you’re already working? *stops her* Desert flower,  you’re supposed to rest.

Mozzarella: But mother- 

Golden Cheese: *stern* I mean it. *hands her the bowl of light cheese soup* You were brought awake from slumber a few hours ago. 

Mozzarella: *stirring the soup with the spoon* Mother…

Golden Cheese: I can't have you hurting yourself,Mozzi. I- *sniffles* I just got you back.. I’m so close to getting your brothers back…

Mozzarella: *sets the bowl down, hugs her*

Golden Cheese: *crying, hugs her back*I’m so sorry… I wasnt there to save you three…

Mozzarella: Mother, it wasnt your fault.

Golden Cheese: But it is! You three begged to go outside the walls of the kingdom for so long, but I was too afraid to let you go. I just told my friends about you three the other day! Just because I.. *sniffles*

Mozzarella: *frowns* Because of what, Mother?

Golden Cheese; Because I was too afraid to show off my most valuable of treasures… And that was you and your brothers.. *touches her cheek* I promise, my dear Mozzi, I’ll do better. I’ll be a better queen, and a better Mother to you three. We’ll make this kingdom shine brighter than ever before!

Mozzarella; *giggles* As long I get to have a tech room and my Marzipans.

Golden Cheese: *smiles* Of course my dear. Now, you eat and rest, okay? No working until you are better.

Mozzarella: Yes, mother. *starts eating*

Golden Cheese: *kisses her daughter’s head before she leaves, soon greeting my White Lily when she got out the room*

White Lily; How is she?

Golden Cheese: Well, she was up her usual antics, so I say it was a success.

White Lily: *peeks in the room* Bulls horns.. I thought she would have your wings.

Golden Cheese: Oh the features represent what animal they’re most intune with. Trust me, my middle child will have my feathers.

White Lily: I see… *quiet*

Golden Cheese: *worried* You.. You come to just check on my daughter, did you?

White Lily: No.. *sighs* I dont know how many times I can say it... But I am sorry.  You lost so much because of me…

Golden Cheese; *sighs* Ive thought about it for a long while. And I already forgiven you. Not fully, but… After seeing you, Vani, and Cacao, coming to help me bring back my daughter, I couldnt stay mad anymore.

White Lily: *sniffles* Goldie…

Golden Cheese: Aww gee, not the waterworks. Come here. *hugs her*

White Lily: *hugs back* Thank you..

Golden Cheese: *smiles* No, thank you. *sighs, pulls away* C’mon, after we rest, we still have two more to bring back.

White Lily: Right. The boys are in the kitchen trying the charcuterie board the cooks made.

Golden Cheese: Nice, let’s go. *leads the way*

[kepler-station]

౨ৎ.𖥔˚ mozzarella cookie — relationship hcs

— 𝜗𝜚 there is a shocking lack of content for my mozzamozza since i know some ppl simp for her, so here u go mozza simps and fans! i am one of them, so i am feeding myself too heheh

— CHEESE PLEASE PLEASE BRING HER BACK IN THE NEXT BEAST UPDATE

໑ৎ ׁ  ׅ♡ tw !! — headcanon about the golden city turning into a real place at the end. constant surveillance. most of this takes place in the time when mozza was already in the virtual city after the dark flour war and during the events of episodes 17 & 18.

• as the one who maintains the virtual golden city, it's not all the time you two would be able to be with eachother — after all, there are a lot of errors that need to be fixed

• it's possible that mozza would chill with you atop her control chamber — just don't touch anything! the control board may cause something to happen to the golden city if some button is touched leisurely!

• she definitely has marzipan cookies coded just to attend to you when she isn't available to be there with you — and they report to mozza if there's something wrong with your health, emotions, or anything

• you have your own holograms that are able to message mozza directly about anything your heart desires — be it something wrong with your health or you could just be lonely

• you are either accompanied by atleast one marzipan cookie(s) wherever you go without mozza, or she has the marzipan cookies keep a keen eye on you when you're out and about

• any errors that effect you will be fixed first above all by your accompanying marzipan cookie or by mozzarella cookie herself directly (after your accompanying marzipan cookie alerts her, of course!)

• lazy mornings in the control room, you sleeping on a bed of soft mozzarella (or on mozza's hair) and mozza working on her control board, keeping the golden city and you, safe

• though, those are short-lived as mozza has to leave eventually for something — monster games, fixing errors, attending to golden cheese cookie, companying marzipan cookies to fix more errors...

• speaking of the monster games, dates at the monster games are necessary! you two bet on which monster will win and the one who loses has to treat the winner! coins, kisses, cheese, gold, anything! — though kisses are the most common thing mozza (and you) request

• big on teasing and flirting, but it's mostly lighthearted and loves seeing you get red and flustered

• if you flirt back, she'll get blushy but doesn't stop — the two of you end up very flustered and still flirting with eachother until you two are called for your respective jobs

• mozza teaches you games in her control room and you two play together when ur bored

• her favorite games to play are calculation-related games but are welcome to play other games with you if you get bored with the calculations needed to play

• smoked cheese is so done with the two of you

• you probably know that you live in a virtual city because it would be pretty hard to hide that fact from you as the one maintaining the virtual city

• on that day you discovered the truth, mozzarella spent the entire day by your side, comforting you as best as she can and trying her best to keep you happy in the virtual city

• at first it was a little rough, figuring out she was the one maintaining the whole thing but was hiding it from you, now remembering that catastrophe that almost crumbled you, her, and the rest of the golden cheese kingdom

• but at the end of the day (a few days, in fact), she managed to make you content with your life here in the virtual city, and you played a part in keeping the denizens calm when the virtual city shut down and you were all put into the remains of the real golden city

• when you two started fading away as golden cheese cookie shut down the virtual golden city, mozzarella held you close in her arms and assured and promised you that she's be right with you when the golden city came back, showering you in kisses before you two fell into a deep slumber in eachother's arms

• and she kept her promise after you two woke up in the physical city, in eachother's arms and smiling happily, now that you two get to live your lives with eachother happily

[bellatheinkdemon]

Shadow of the Destroyer update tidbits! (Part two)

Okay-

A.) She can just... Do that? Huh. The more you learn.

And B.) Yeah, considering that, I highly doubt doing that isn't the best ide-

Aaaaannnddd never mind, she's just doing it...!

Smoked Cheese is back! And only him, not Burnt Cheese or Mozzarella.

I mean, obviously its so that Smoked Cheese can get more attention, especially considering he might become playable in the second part of the update. But in-universe, what's the explanation?

So one of those Cookies in the trailers has been revealed as Saffron Buffalo Cookie. They (he?) are also a centaur Cookie (Cookietaur??) like Nutmug Tiger!

And if the trailers didn't make it obvious, this guy is with Burning Spice.

Are they really that old that he can call Golden Cheese of all Cookies young? Maybe they just assume she's young, but still-

[flowxrtimmy]

Birthday Retreat, Part 2 (t.b.)

Tom comes by on your birthday to surprise you, and oh what a surprise it turns into

please enjoy :) xx

July 16th, Tuesday

Your birthday was amazing so far. You had woken up around 8am, which was a nice break compared to your usual wake up time of 5:30am. Before you went to bed the night before, you made sure to chill some bottled coffees you got from the store, so waking up knowing you had those just made you excited to get out of bed. You used the farm fresh eggs Tom had told you about to make some scrambled eggs and toast, and god it was amazing.

Other than another quick grocery run that morning due to deciding you needed a couple more things for dinner, you had spent most of the day just lounging by the pool, catching up on reading. The best part about it was knowing that work was miles away, and you didn’t have to worry about a single thing because you’re too far away to care. For lunch, Tom had asked you what your favorite sandwich was, which led to him serving you a peanut butter and jelly poolside. It just made your desire for him grow more and more.

Currently, you were in the living room of the guesthouse, having just made yourself your favorite dinner, which consisted of penne pasta with tomato sauce that you made from scratch, topped with mozzarella cheese. Having a small bit of hope, you made extra to offer to Tom the next time you saw him. The TV was playing a random movie you found, and you just felt so at peace. However, a knock at the door brought you back to reality. You stood, walking over to the door, and peeking out of the side window to see Tom waiting. Your stomach did a flip as you quickly opened the door, smiling wide as you saw him standing there, holding a cake. You gasped when you saw it, a huge smile on your face. “Oh my god! You did not have to do this!” You stepped to the side so he could enter the house.

“Of course I did, love! Happy Birthday!” He smiled as he said it for probably the twentieth time that day. He walked in, holding the store bought cake in his hand. The label on the side indicated it was a marble cake, and it had a pretty lavender colored frosting. He set the cake down on the table as you shut the door. “I didn’t have them write anything on it, I think it already looked perfect.”

You leaned over the table, looking at the top of the cake. Along with the lavender frosting, there were white flowers piped onto the cake, along with white sprinkles around the border. It was so perfect. “You’re right.” You turned to him and smiled. “It’s perfect just the way it is.” It was quiet for a moment as you two smiled at each other, but you broke the silence as you pointed towards the fridge. “Um, I actually made some extra dinner, in case you wanted to try it.”

“Well isn’t that sweet? However I did just eat before coming over here, but I definitely want to try it sometime before you go home.”

Hearing that made your face fall a bit. You weren’t upset that he had just eaten, you were upset because you knew you forgot you had to go home tomorrow, and that this beautiful time wouldn’t last forever.

He must’ve noticed, because he took a step forward, and set a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. There’s still a whole night and morning to come, I’m sure we can make it memorable. You want to have some cake? I brought candles.”

The mention of candles made you smile wide. You originally weren’t going to have candles, as you planned on having a fire outside and making s’mores, but now you were able to make a wish after all. “Yeah, absolutely! Can we uh, skip the singing, though? Not a fan of it.”

He nodded in understanding. “Absolutely! Also, one thing we do in my family is we use four candles. One for luck, one for health, one for peace, and one for the wish. Would you want to do that?”

You had never heard of that before, but it was actually an incredible idea. “Yeah! That’s an incredible idea, I may have to steal it from you.” You both laughed as he took the cover off the cake. You lifted it up off of the table so he could take the sticker off that was on both the lid and the base that the cake sits on. Once he set the lid aside you gently put the cake back down on the table, smiling at him as he pulls the pack of candles out of his pocket.

“Alright, so do you prefer gold or silver?”

You thought for a moment. “Silver, it matches the cake.”

He nodded, opening the pack and putting three silver candles in, followed by a single gold one. “Okay, so the gold one is your wish candle. Perfect decision, huh?” He smiled at you, getting a fuzzy feeling as he noticed the slight blush on your face.

“Yeah, it worked out beautifully.” You were definitely stealing the candle concept. “I think I saw some matches in one of the drawers earlier.” You walked to the counter, pulling open one of the drawers to see a pack of them. “Bingo!” Grabbing the matches, you shut the door, heading back to Tom. “Now these, I’m not sure if I trust myself with them. I’m more of a lighter girl when it comes to candles.” You said, laughing a bit as you handed Tom the box.

“That’s not a problem!” He slid the box open, grabbing a match and lighting it against the side of the box. You watched as he lit the candles one by one, the gold one last. “One last thing, it doesn’t matter if you blow them out separately or all together. The magic remains all the same.” He gave you a smile, setting a gentle hand on your arm. “I’m really glad I was able to do this with you. Happy Birthday, love.”

With that you shut your eyes, making your wish, and opening them as you blew out the candles, a wide smile on your face once they were all blown out, laughing as Tom cheered for you. “Tom, I can’t even begin to tell you how happy this made me. I think this might be one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had.”

“You deserve it. When you told me yesterday that you were here for your birthday, I really wanted to do something to make it special for you.” He removed the candles, throwing them away before he walked over to one of the drawers, opening it and grabbing two forks, but returned to the table with no plates.

You looked down at the forks, confused, but all became clear when he stuck one of them into an end piece, and brought the fork with the cake on it to your lips. He was fucking feeding it to you, and you swore you fell in love right there. You opened your mouth, shutting your eyes as you shut your mouth, Tom pulling the fork out. As you chewed, you opened your eyes to see Tom looking at you, a smirk evident on his face. Swallowing the cake, you raised a brow, but barely had any time to react before he brought a handful of cake up, gently shoving it onto your face. You gasped and laughed loudly. “You…you....biscuithead!” You wasted no time in grabbing your own handful of cake, shoving it right back in his face. “Take that!”

He let out a loud laugh. “Oh you are so in for it!”

With that, you ran out of the kitchen, him following not far behind you. You made it to the staircase that led straight into the bedroom, carefully going up the steep-ish steps, and that ended up before your downfall, because as soon as you both made it to the top, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you from behind, lifting you up. You squealed and laughed. “Hey! Put me down!” You cried out, still laughing while trying to squirm out of his grip.

He stepped further into the room, setting you down once you were both far enough away from the stairs.

You turned to face him, laughing at the cake on his face. “We look like Alex and Henry after the cake falls on them.”

Letting out a laugh, he stepped closer. “Wow, I actually understood that reference.” It went quiet after that as he took another step. The smiles from both your faces had faded, now replaced with a look of lust. It was obvious, you two wanted the same thing.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you stepped closer and pulled him into a kiss, his lips tasting sweet from the cake. You felt him wrap his arms around you as he kissed back, his hands resting on your lower back. The frosting smeared across both pairs of lips as you two kissed, Tom moving his hands to your back legs, lifting you up as you wrapped your legs around your waist. He carried you to the bed without breaking the kiss, setting you down on it as he pulled away. You laid back, using your elbows as support.

Tom looked down at you, and couldn’t help but laugh at the cake smeared on your face, knowing he looked the same. “Hold on, I’m gonna grab a towel.” He stepped into the bathroom connected to the room, grabbing one of the clean spare towels, walking back into the room. “Here, you go first.” He sat on the bed, holding out the towel for you.

You sat up, quickly taking it from him and wiping the frosting off your face. “We’re a mess.” You spoke, laughing and holding the towel back towards Tom.

He laughs, taking it and wiping his face clean before tossing the towel aside and gently pushing you back into a lying position, straddling your legs. “But we make do.” With that, he leaned down and kissed you once more, his hands running down your sides.

As you two made out on the bed, you think about how crazy it was that you almost decided not to do this, and now here you are, having one of the best birthdays of your life. You were pulled back into the moment as he began to kiss down to your neck, gently sucking on it as his fingers hooked around the waist of your shorts.

He gently pulled back a bit, looking down at you. “Are you okay?” Once he got a nod of approval, he smiled. “Can I take these off?”

“I loved that you asked, absolutely.” You smiled as you felt him pull the shorts down your legs, along with your underwear. Once they were tossed aside, you gently sat up, him still straddling your legs as you pulled his shirt up, watching as he lifted his arms to help you out. Once it was off and tossed aside, you quickly took yours off, leaving you in nothing since you didn’t wear a bra after changing out of your swimsuit. “I think I want to leave this on.” You told him, referring to the bra.

“That’s completely okay.” He kissed you again, his hardness evident through his pants, and you could also feel it against your legs. He ran his hands up your sides as he pulled off and began kissing down your neck once more, but this time he didn’t stop at your neck.

You laid your head back and relaxed as he kissed down your chest, focusing on kissing your breasts. You were fucking soaked. From the moment he first picked you up at the top of the stairs, you were getting wetter by the second. “Oh fuck, I want you, Tom.”

He looked up at you, and smirked. “You already have me, baby.” He moved off the bed, and grabbed your legs, pulling you down the bed a bit so you were closer to the edge. “And I’m not going anywhere.” With that, he opened your legs, and kissed your inner thighs until he finally reached your pussy, running his tongue along it. “Mm, such a pretty pussy, too.”

“Thank you, Tom.” You had to think, did he come over hoping for this? Had he thought about this last night and today like you did? Did he fantasize about this too? Even if he didn’t, what mattered now is that it was actually happening.

“You’re welcome, petal.” He hums, his tongue already getting to work as he flicks it in and out of you, his hands gripping your thighs. He looked up at you as he tongue fucked you, watching as you threw your head back in pleasure, the sounds of your moans filling the room.

“Fuck, Tommy. I think I’m close.” Saying that was a mistake, because as soon as the last word left your mouth, he pulled off. You whined at the emptiness, but it was cut off by him standing and pulling you up into a kiss, your wetness still very evident on his face, and you had to admit, it was fucking hot. Once he pulled away, you could feel the substance on your face. You looked at him with a smirk. “We keep ending up with the same stuff smeared on our faces.”

This caused him to let out a loud laugh, his hands resting on your hips. “I told you, baby, we’re a mess together.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Now, tell me what you want.”

You thought for a moment, then smiled when an idea hit you. “I wanna ride you, Tommy.”

His face lit up at this, and he nodded. “Oh petal, that would be amazing. I did bring a condom, um, I’ve been kind of thinking about this quite a bit since yesterday.”

He WAS thinking of it! You did a little happy dance inside your head as you nodded happily. “Great minds think alike, then.” With that you stepped to the side, watching as he got onto the bed. Once he was laid back and situated, you finally got to do what you were so patiently waiting for. You got on top of him, and gripped the waist of his pants, pulling them down along with his briefs, getting even more excited when his cock sprung free. You had to stop what you were doing because you were fucking mesmerized. It had to be probably the best one you’ve seen. Well, you’ve only seen two including his, but his was definitely better. “Oh fuck, I love your cock, Tommy.”

“Oh yeah, babygirl? Why don’t you show me how much?” He watched as you got the clothing items removed, and grabbed the condom from one of the pockets before tossing them aside.

You tossed him the condom to open, and quickly brought his length into your mouth as you heard the wrapper open.

His eyes went WIDE. “Oh, fuck!” He yelled out in surprise, not expecting you to go down on him so suddenly. “You’re being a good fucking girl, petal.”

You pulled off with a giggle, taking the now opened condom from his hand, and rolling it onto his dick. “Oh I’m just full of surprises, Tommy.” Once the condom was on you moved up, adjusting yourself so your entrance aligned with his cock. “You ready?” You asked, looking him straight in the eye.

“Fuckin’ born ready, petal.”

With that, you slowly lowered yourself onto him, gasping at how his cock stretched your walls. “You’re so fucking big, baby.”

“Mm, and you’re so fucking tight, babygirl. Take your time, I want you to be comfortable.” He had locked eye contact with you, the only thing you two were fully focused on were each other.

You took a moment to adjust, before moving again, this time moving farther down onto him. The further down you went, the easier it became to move. As you slowly got used to him, you reached a hand out, intertwining your fingers with his as you slowly began to move up and down on his dick. The only thing that lit the room was a bedside lamp, since you didn’t even bother opening the curtains today. As you moved up and down, you threw your head back as his length went in and out of you.

He gripped your thigh with his free hand tightly as you rode him, moaning and letting out a breathy “fuck” when you picked up the pace. He could feel his climax starting to build, and he shut his eyes, resting his head back on the pillow. “Oh, I’m so fucking close, petal. You’re so fucking good to me.”

Knowing he was close brought you closer to your orgasm, you could feel it building up, and you released his hand, setting both your hands on his chest as you went faster, throwing your head back and screaming “fuck!” when you finally unravel, finishing around his cock, the orgasm coursing through your body, it was the best fucking orgasm you’ve had in your years of using toys and only having sex one other time.

As you came around him, he moaned loudly as his load shot into the condom, his fingers gripping into your thigh as he rode out his orgasm. “Fuck, petal! That was fucking incredible, you’re fucking incredible, y’know that?”

You stayed on him for a few minutes, catching your breath. Once you both had taken a moment, you smiled as you slid off of him, sitting on the bed next to his legs as you removed the condom from his dick, tying it off before tossing it into a small trash can near the bed. “Remind me to take that out before I leave.” You then lay down next to him, setting a hand on his bare chest as he wraps an arm around you. “Hey, after we chill for a bit, can we make a campfire and make s’mores?” You looked up at him with a hopeful smile.

He looked down at you and chuckled, kissing your forehead. “Anything for the birthday girl. Did you enjoy your gift?”

Snuggling up closer to him, you smiled widely. “It was the best one I’ve ever received.”

[cecilthecowardly]

I kind of want to eat a Moomin's nose. Just the nose. I think it'd be chewy and bland, with a bit of a sour tang, like an odd mix between a mushroom and a big ball of mozzarella cheese. Maybe a hint of parmesan. Anyway, if I ever encountered a Moomin, it would never be safe from my appetite. Those little guys had it coming with their voluptuous noses. I'd simply bite it off; sparing the Moomin from any further harm and placing it back down on the grass. Just the nose. I think that'd be the most appetizing part. The rest of the Moomin would just be too bland. I want to consume a Moomin's nose, and I strongly believe it would taste absolutely delicious.

Do you ever feel that urge?

is this an appropriate time to say i kin moomintroll

[keyrey]

To those who need to hear it.

Likes, they're good. Thank you! Reblogs, oh my goodness, you want your audience to see my work? Oh... you didn't use tags? Don't even get me started on stalking the pages of each one of your ten followers. Not that I do that of course, right? A comment! Do I respond now or later? I don't want to be seen as a psychopath. I got a kudo! 100 hits!? Oh, but my writing's not even that good... Why is it that we put so much value on a number when the real value comes from acquiring new skills and knowledge?

Idealization? Check

False perception of reality? Double check.

Yikes.

Go back and look at the words written in bold. My writing's not even good. Why would you think that after all of the hours you've poured into your work, or the endless amount of times you searched the thesaurus for synonyms to 'said' and eventually fail and chose it anyway?

The amount of times I've opened this app not even a day after I post is unreal. I got a like already? Wow! I should probably post this on Ao3 too, right? Even though I utterly hate the outdated website, the red on white background and the minuscule text that is too jarring to look at?

Y'all, the need for validation from strangers on the internet is real.

Arguably, the craziest part about the ordeal is that every feed looks the same, but there's a story behind them all. All ideas develop differently. It's the whole meaning of story tropes, to have your own take of a commonly used cliché. My feed in particular is filled with heaps of SatoSugu (I don't mind this), Nanani fanfic (I love this), the most smuttiest of smut of all time (an occasional treat before I slip into slumber), and people swearing that Deadpool and Wolverine were doing a certain something in that Honda Odyssey. (They probably were. But come on, my mom watched this film. Loved the jokes though. Keep 'em coming.)

Upon my mere two months of posting and doom scrolling, I've observed that this isn't only a 'me' thing. Most, if not all people go through some form of self-doubt. So yeah, is this just a phase? Maybe. Is it okay if this whole doubting-yourself sensation is reoccurring? It is.

Your story is special.

Lovely Tumblr poster number one, Lovely Tumblr poster number two, may your ask inbox be cleared of my wacky questions. I will leave you alone for now. Please enjoy your life while I try to get myself under control. Let's hope you know who you are. Though I really hope you don't. I mentally cringe at the things I've gotten wrong about your character.

How about a day of rest? Yeah, that would be useful. A cup of warm tea? A cozy book amidst the comfort of silence? A podcast or a playlist running as you take in the sun? Your life has more meaning than you think. Put away the phone, your laptop and take in your surroundings. Please, don't be like me! Go to bed at a reasonable hour.

The funny thing about being self-aware is knowing that I will come back within the next thirty seconds to see how this post has been doing. I've already got this site bookmarked. Peak hypocrisy, right?

Jeez, I can't believe I'm writing this. I apologize for all you lactose intolerant readers out there. This is cheesy. Not even your usual Cheddar or American cheese. No, this is some full-on cheese mozzarella pull level shit right here. I'm not responsible for your bathroom needs. Just remember to wash your hands.

If I can try, you can try.

To sum up, keep putting yourself out there and sharing your voice with the world. Even if you don't see it, others do. Even if others don't see it, fuck them. No, you try to see the worth in your work for yourself. If you're tired, let yourself feel the fatigue and take a break.

For those who care, this isn't a goodbye to Tumblr. Just a reminder that it's a website that you can remove yourself from at any time with proper accountability for your actions. It's hard to practice and it's not something that I can give advice on. My brain is only so big.

-Sending lots of love and warm hugs from the bedtime ponderer, Miss KeyRey.

I've got the temperature of my bedroom set to just below freezing. I'm bundled in my many layers of warm, fuzzy blankets. I ordered some ramen takeout for dinner and have taken a nice, long shower. I'm going to let my laptop die because I know I'll be too lazy to put it on charge. Using your weaknesses in a smarter way? Hell yeah. I think I'm ready to try this whole 'sleeping' thing once again. Or whatever you call it.

How many tags is too many?

[ggfanlover]

All about me (updated)

🌸- Name: Giana

🌸- G or Gigi

🌸- age: 15

🌸- sexuality: Idk, i don’t really focus on it that much

🌸- religion: Christian

🌸- race: African American

🌸 - favorite movies: Sonic 1,the Lego movie: the second part,Alladin 2019,Dune 2 and Wreck it Ralph

🌸- favorite shows: catfish,survivor,fear factor,90 day fiance etc (I love watching drama lol) but i also like stranger things,fear street,future man 2017,Jessie,liv and Maddie,Ginny and Georgia

🌸- favorite foods,pizza mostly pain cheese or pepperoni,pen seared shrimp and mozzarella sticks 3>

🌸- celebrity crushes: josh hutcherson and Timothee Chalamet

🌸 - favorite lolcow: Nova Online

🌸- shifter,subliminal user and into manifestation

🌸- Disney crushes: Luke Ross and Henry danger (still have a crush honestly)

🌸- been playing the flute for 2 almost 3 years (I think that’s cool lol)

🌸- discovered shifting last year and initially lost interest in it it was a streamer dr but then I saw Wonka, and it motivated me to start shifting again because I developed a new crush on Timmy. I'm relieved that I wasn't involved in shifttok in 2020 because I heard it was terrible.

🌸 - I love going to basketball games, even though I don’t watch it. My favorite team is the Lakers and LeBron James. Wanna sprite cranberry?

🌸- forever a Lee defender 3>

🌸- proud Kamala Harris supporter

🌸- I had a big brony phase when I was 6, and honestly, it’s coming back. I also watched YouTubers like Soda Pets, Vannamelon, CookieSwirlC, Midnight Rarity, MLPcandy, MLP Fever, and MLPstopmotion (my childhood, for real).

🌸- zodiac: Virgo

🌸- Timothee chalamet and shifting enthusiast

🌸- good traits of mine: loyal,honest,loyal,patient,adventurous,empathetic and trustworthy

🌸- Some bad traits of mine: I'm a picky eater, I can be a bit slow,kinda awkward,and I'm a dry texter. However, once I get to know you and feel more comfortable, I open up quickly. I occasionally have trouble sleeping, and I typically get tired around 5 am.

🌸- favorite book or series: how to kill a mockingbird and any dork diaries series

🌸- hobbies: watching edits,making edits,eating,sleeping,giggling and kicking my feet at Timothee chalamet edits,watching video essays on YouTube lolcows,scrolling on Pinterest,updating my shifting script every hour

🌸- favorite celebrities: Timothee Chalamet,Zendaya,Austin butter,Florence Pugh,NLE Choppa,Melanie Martinez,Jenna Ortega and Millie Bobby brown

🌸 favorite song: unforgettable by French Montana

🌸 - favorite quote: “I’m always two steps ahead” - Nikocado Avocado 2024

🌸 favorite song rn: or what by NLE Choppa

🌸- YouTubers I watch: Coryxkenshin,gloom,kubz scouts,rebel d,turkey Tom,tara yummy,Layze,Jake webber,Katrina Stuart,trianna,Omma,sensitive society,Tuv,Benji Krol,Danny Gonzalez,Hailey Elizabeth,Kurtis Conner,jalessa and Jayden,Jules and saud,imbrandonfarris,brightclips,Lucas,deb smikle,Repzilla,Birlap,horror shorts party,Benoftheweek,bookofken,Kalogeras Sisters,Maya winky ASMR,Blaire white,Skeeter jean,Duckus,TurnerNextDoor,hyler,Badbishlilly,pixeldrink and Ellysa yagho

✨LIKES: Timothee chalamet,edits,rainy days,walks,music,shifting,friendly people,Pinterest,sanrio,strawberries,alone time,anything vanilla or strawberry scented,true crime,watching scary stories animated ever night,crystals,festivals/Raves (plan on going to one when I’m older),Lee and Wonka 3>,y2k aesthetic,tara yummy,asmr,movies,baking,shiftblr,Musicals,live action movies,Nik and orlin fights

🌷DISLIKES: Mondays,school,frogs,fish with big eyes (they are so scary),proshippers,zoos, hazbin hotel fans,dark humor,people who take DNF seriously,Ug sub makers,onision,KSI,toxic/homophobic Christians,disrespecting other religions,toxic feminism,slow walkers,loli,cheaters,those alpha male podcasts,adin Ross,Sneako,Andrew grape,trump,Biden,snoring,the cold,people only liking timothee because of his looks or hating on his relationship with Kylie (they are so cute argue with the wall) people who judge others Drs and people who ACTUALLY think they are dating a certain celebrity and believe they can control their lives.

My manzzzz 🌷

[sweetwitchythings]

Kitchen Witchery: Basil Pesto Lasagna

If you know anything about me, you'll know that I love being in the kitchen! I love trying new recipes and cooking, especially if it's part of my craft. So I thought maybe I would post a couple of my favorite recipes that I use to enchant for my family. My whole family loves this delicious lasagna that I made the other day, and it's super easy and not too expensive to make. If you're a witch on a budget, then you'll definitely appreciate the yummy leftovers from this meal!

I do not have any dietary restrictions, but my sibling has a gluten sensitivity, so if I make it for them, I substitute the regular noodles for certified gluten-free noodles. If you're vegan or vegetarian, I'm sure you can substitute the meat and cheese with something else, but I am not either of those things and don't know anyone who is, so I don't really have any suggestions for substitutions on those. So! Without further ado, let's get into the recipe! I will also list the correspondences that I associate with all of these ingredients, as well as common associations.

This recipe makes a rather large pan of lasagna, so feel free to downsize. My family has several people in it, so I often make larger meals to accommodate.

You will need:

Oven-bake lasagna noodles (I associate prepared foods with pretty much anything. Just sent your intention on this ingredient and keep going. Since pasta soaks up whatever it's put in, I like to think that pasta specifically is kinda like a white candle: it can mean anything!)

2 jars of tomato sauce, in any flavor you like! Witch tip: Get a glass jar to use for spells later! It's a super good way to recycle! (Tomatoes are acidic, so I associate them with protection. People often associate them with love, especially sex, but it's all about your intention, so it doesn't have to mean that for this particular recipe.)

Ground meat of your choice, a larger size package if you're feeding a lot of people. I like ground turkey because it's less oily, but I've also used ground beef and I'm sure ground chicken would work too. I like to give special thanks when I make something with meat, to the universe and to Life and the cycle of Life. (I don't really have an association for meat, so sorry about this one.)

Ricotta cheese, in a regular sized container. Last time I made it, I accidentally got a small container and it wasn't enough in my opinion. (Cheese is filled with protein, which means strength and resilience to me, so that's what I associate it with.)

Small jar of basil pesto. You won't use all of it for this recipe, so the smallest one will be just fine. (Basil is a very versatile herb, so you can use it for many things! I usually try to make the whole recipe mean similar things, as to not muddle the intentions, so I would recommend setting a protection or banishment intention for this one. Also, pesto is usually made with olive oil, which is sacred to certain deities, so extra magick is involved!)

Mozzarella cheese, shredded. You're welcome to shred your own, but this witch has chronic pain, so bagged is the way for me! I use low-moisture, personally. I get about 2 pounds of it. (More cheese means more strength!)

The recipe:

Put your choice of meat in a large pot or pan to brown. Break it up to ensure even cooking and stir clockwise to manifest your intention. For the sake of an example, I'm going to use my intention from the other night, which was strength and protection. Preheat your oven as the directions on the back of the oven-ready lasagna tells you to.

While the meat/substitute is cooking, get out the rest of your ingredients and set them out to make things easier to reach.

Get out a good-sized mixing bowl, large enough to fit the entire container of ricotta cheese. Open up the container and dump the whole thing in there. Mix in about two or three large spoonfuls of the basil pesto with a spatula or mixing spoon. I wouldn't recommend using a slotted spoon, because that cheese can be hard to wash off, especially if you don't have a dishwasher. Think about your intentions as you stir. I personally like to imagine power in the form of white or yellow light coming from my heart/chest, down my arm, into the spoon and into the mixture, filling it with intention.

After your meat is done, drain it well and get ready to layer up your lasagna! With every layer, I concentrate on my intention, layering it with the food. Get a good-sized casserole dish. I use a glass one, but I'm sure a metal one would work just as well.

The first layer is going to be the meat. Put half of the meat or meat substitute in the bottom of the dish, then set aside. I would recommend coming up with an affirmation or a short incantation to say or think between layers. Let's say that this could be something like "I imbue this meal with strength and protection for all that eats it, so mote it be!"

The next layer is going to be your sauce. If you make your own, that's great! But I don't because I don't know how and also that's a little more labor-intensive than I usually have time for. Pour one jar over the meat, saying/thinking your incantation as you do so. Make sure the sauce is evenly spread. You can use a spoon or a spatula to do this.

The next layer is going to be the pasta. Say your incantation again as you lay the dry pasta over the sauce and meat. The awesome thing about oven-ready lasagna is that you don't have to cook it before you put it in. It cooks in the oven and soaks up the pasta sauce and it's sooooo delicious! Again, if you have dietary needs, gluten-free lasagna is totally an option.

The last layer is going to be the ricotta cheese and pesto mixture. Use a spoon or spatula to spread it across the top of the pasta. I find it easier to spread the soft mixture over the hard pasta, so that's why the layers are like they are. Don't forget your incantation!

Repeat the layers one more time, saying your incantation each time. When you're done, put the entire bag of mozzarella over the top, saying your incantation one last time.

Look on the back of the pasta box and bake for the recommended time, or until the cheese on top is nice and bubbly and the whole thing is warmed through.

Serve and enjoy! I like making some cheesy garlic bread with it, to sop up the sauce. The leftovers are just as delicious and will keep in the fridge for a little less than a week.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading! I love simply kitchen witchcraft, and this protection lasagna is a wonderful, hearty meal for the whole family. If you use this recipe, I'd love to know! Feel free to reblog and share your own variations! I'd love to see them!

Happy cooking and witching! 🔮✨🍳

[satans-helper]

Reaching for Stardust - Part XII

Read Looking for Space here / Playlists / Read RFS on Wattpad

Word Count: ~3k

Warnings: none

A/N: I'm so sorry for the delay. I've been really sick for the past week with no end in sight and have been pretty useless as a result. I didn't want to fall behind in writing, but I also shouldn't leave this hanging any longer. Hope y'all are still enjoying <3

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“We’re really cramming a ton of stuff into just a few months,” I said to Josh as he packed an overnight bag for another Detroit trip. “Halloween, these bachelor and bachelorette parties, Thanksgiving, Danny’s birthday, Christmas, bridal party, New Years, our wedding. When will it end?” Halloween had passed–blissfully, thankfully. We’d all gotten together for an old-school costume party which, thankfully, Kirsti had hosted. I’d been grateful to feel young again though my sister wasn’t much older than I was. Still, her friends were all the “real” adults I’d imagined myself being when I was a child, with big-people jobs, their own houses, new cars, kids and spouses. At least I was soon going to check one of those things off the list and Josh had his big-person job already. 

“Well, my love, it will never end,” Josh told me while he folded a pair of pants. “Life is a series of wonderful adventures, holidays and surprises.”

“It’s a lot,” I replied.

Josh looked at me and frowned a little. “Are you stressed? This is supposed to be a fun night for you. I want you to have fun.”

“No, no, I’m excited,” I insisted, which was the earnest truth. “A chill sleepover with the girls is honestly just what I want. I can’t even remember the last time any of us did that.”

The frown turned to a smile. “Are you going to gossip about all of us?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

The smile grew even brighter, Josh’s entire face lighting up. No matter the season, no matter how dark the sky became, he always had such a beautiful glow about him. “Good. What are you going to eat?”

“Junk food. Lots of it,” I said, reaching for a shirt that was lying on the bed to fold myself. “No bar food for us.”

“I already know I’m going to–” Josh paused, looking up as he waved his hand around, searching for a word. “Expand by the time our wedding arrives. Maybe that’s the real problem with all these excursions one after the other.”

“You’d look hot with a few extra pounds,” I assured him. “Don’t worry about it. But I really have to worry about fitting into that dress.”

“No worries for either of us. Not about that.” Josh waved his hand again flippantly, resuming packing his bag. “Unimportant.”

I sat down on the bed to watch him. “Fair enough. Not gonna worry about it,” I said, though the thought of abruptly not fitting into my wedding dress filled me with enough dread to promise myself that I’d take it easy on the Doritos and Little Debbie cakes later.

Josh, Jake, Sam and Danny commenced their bar crawl that night while I drove myself over to Jane’s to meet her, Bev and Kirsti for our sleepover. After I dropped my bag in the living room, I went into Jane’s cozy kitchen and saw that she’d taken a page from Jake’s book–instead of the bags and boxes of junk and comfort food lazily peppered around, she’d laid everything out in a contrasting, elegant way. 

“You are so cute,” I said, eyeing the Ho-Hos and Zebra Cakes that had been unwrapped and plated in an alternating pattern on a funky black and white curved platter. 

“Thank you,” Jane said with a smile, handing Bev a bag of pizza rolls, then she gave an exaggerated bow. “And welcome to your bachelorette party on a budget. It can still be kind of fancy, I think.”

Bev scooted past her to turn on the oven. “So we’ve got pizza rolls, mac and cheese bites which I’m gonna do in the air fryer, mozzarella sticks and Bagel Bites.” She gave me a mock-exasperated look. “Put on the sweatpants, girlies.”

I opened the freezer to peek. “Wow, two types of pizza snacks indeed. We really are living large tonight.”

“Where’s your sister?” Jane asked, unraveling champagne glasses from tissue paper. “She’s bringing the booze, right?”

“Jane, you didn’t need to buy those,” I said. “I’m pretty sure Kirsti could have brought glasses along with the champagne. So, yeah, she’s in charge of alcohol.”

Kirsti showed up right as the pizza rolls were coming out of the oven, coming to the rescue with two bottles of champagne, three bottles of wine and a 24-rack of seltzers. I laughed incredulously at her haul that was fit for maybe more like a sorority party.

“Well, it’s a party,” my sister stressed, handing off the huge box of seltzers to me. “And based on the amount of alcohol that was consumed during my Halloween party, I thought it was necessary.”

“Kirsti, you literally forced us all to do shots,” Bev noted, an amused smile on her face while she watched Kirsti unload all the alcohol into the fridge, minus the two bottles of champagne which she kept on the counter.

“Forced. Right,” Kirsti replied with a little scoff, shaking her head. “No, it’s totally fine. None of you threw up. That’s all I can ask for.”

I leaned back against the wall, crossing my arms, trying to rifle through memories. “Didn’t your coworker Ben throw up on the porch?”

Kirsti laughed. “He’s such an idiot.”

“We know the type,” Bev chirped. 

We eventually all settled onto the floor of Jane’s living room, which she’d covered with various throw blankets and pillows, with our glasses of champagne. Each of the girls had given me a separate toast–Kirsti had a long one, full of nothing but well wishes for Josh and I and one that I figured was a practice for her maid of honor speech. Bev tossed in her trademark humor and wit with her heartwarming adoration, of course reminding all of us of the troubled beginning Josh and I had had thanks to my own stubbornness. Jane’s might have been the sweetest of all though because her intrinsic sweetness rolled through every word and facial expression, a gentle light in her eyes while she spoke. All of it almost made me cry, but the tears subsided when Bev suddenly showered me with penis-shaped confetti.

“Congratulations, beautiful bride!” she said with a boisterous laugh, leaving me perplexed in the phallus-rain. 

“This–” I began, holding a palmful of it. “Where did you even get this? Do we have a sex shop here I’m unaware of?”

“I ordered it,” Bev told me with a smirk. “I ordered many things.”

“She even ordered–” Jane began, then Bev held a hand out to stop her.

“No! Don’t spoil the rest of the surprises,” she warned, then clinked my glass with hers. “Cheers, babe. I promise I won’t pull any of this shit at the wedding.”

“Appreciate it,” I told her. I was wondering what Josh and the boys were doing and hoping Sam hadn’t mirrored Bev’s actions with pussy confetti, but it seemed probable, especially if they’d spent even a minute talking since my birthday night.

The evening progressed easily with laidback drinking and fun, lighthearted games. But when we all started to get more and more tipsy, Bev proposed we play a “lie detector” game, which involved two of us taking turns facing one another, one asking a question and having to determine if the other’s answer was actually true. As the bride-to-be, I got in the hot seat first with Bev facing me, a devilish grin on her lips while she swirled the wine in her glass.

The nervous smirk on my own face was involuntary. “Do your worst,” I told her before taking a sip of my seltzer. 

“Okay,” Bev said slowly, looking up to the ceiling for a moment before she looked into my eyes, daring and definitely drunker than I was. “Did you think about breaking up with Josh when he told you about the SCAD interview?”

“Not for a second,” was my instant answer, the absolute truth. Bev’s nod solidified that.

“Yeah, I believe it,” she said, then brought the glass to her lips again. “Guess I gotta drink. I should’ve thought of something better.”

It was my turn with Jane next and there was one thing I was quite curious about, given how reserved she often was and how I’d seen the crush on Jake bloom in real time. “Did you really not sleep with Jake the night of my birthday?”

She laughed a little. “I really didn’t. We made out and stuff, but–”

“And stuff,” Bev echoed with a laugh of her own.

“I believe her,” I announced, taking a drink. “How’s anyone supposed to get an answer that’s actually a lie? I feel like we all know each other too well for that or we’re just not being mean enough or something.”

“It has to be really embarrassing,” Kirsti said. “And now I’m up.”

Bev was up against her, sitting cross-legged on a square pillow. Kirsti being in the hot seat did make me a little nervous. We hadn’t had a true heart to heart in a while–it was Josh who I shared everything with, who I always went to first about everything even if it was painful. Especially if it was painful, actually. And when Bev asked if Kirsti was upset about her younger sister getting married first, her face didn’t match her answer at all. 

The room became silent, tense and awkward. Bev looked at me sheepishly, bringing the wine glass closer to her body as if she could hide behind it. “Oh. Well–”

“It’s okay,” I said, but was it? My sister was entitled to her feelings and I thought I could understand, but I wish I’d talked to her about all of this so much more deeply before we got here. I didn’t want her to feel slighted by the universe or jealous of me or lesser than or anything negative at all. Suddenly my mind was spinning, and not from the alcohol. 

“I think we all imagine our lives working out differently than they actually end up,” Kirsti said, far more sober and able to speak distinctly than the rest of us. Except my buzz felt abruptly yanked into the atmosphere, leaving me drained with no good reason. 

“We’re all single and hot,” Bev said. “Nothing wrong with that.”

“No, of course not,” Kirsti said. She laughed softly and the familiar sound eased my fears a bit. “I’m just starting to feel really old.”

“You’re not,” Jane offered, always one of the most genuine, kind people out there no matter what level of intoxication she was at. “None of us are and you know what? I think we’re all gonna find our perfect matches one day even if it takes a little longer.” 

I was still quiet, trying to process as best I could with so much champagne, wine and hard seltzer in my system. Kirsti turned to me: “Seriously, it’s not a big deal. It’s not any deal. It just got me thinking.”

“It’s okay, really,” I said again, because it was. “I’d probably feel the same if I were you.”

We all moved past it easily enough, diving back into games, drinks and snacks until I felt stuffed to the gills. But I also felt like a cloud hung over the rest of the night, right over Kirsti and I. Why hadn’t I even considered her feelings about this until Bev asked? Why hadn’t we really talked? The kicker was, of course, that I was just bursting with a need to tell Josh all about this when I should have been talking to her. So when Bev and Jane crowded the bathroom to get ready for bed, I sat back down with my sister in the living room.

“I hate that you’ve been feeling this way,” I told her. “And I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you about it before. I feel like I’ve done nothing but talk about myself and the wedding for so long now and that’s gotta be annoying as fuck.”

“It’s not annoying. This is what happens,” Kirsti assured me. “If it’s ever my turn, it’ll be the same thing.”

I shifted on the couch, still feeling like I couldn’t find the right words. “We’ve been drifting apart more and more. Suddenly I see that and I don’t like it.”

Kirsti’s expression hardened into protection mode: “Well, when I learned Josh wanted to take you away to a completely different state, I didn’t like that.”

I sighed. “Me either.”

“Listen–everything’s been building up to this thing. The wedding. That’s what’s supposed to happen. That’s what you want to happen, right?”

“Yeah.”

Kirsti leaned back against the arm of the couch. “So don’t worry about me. I’m a little jealous, that’s all. I feel like I’ve gotten nowhere in my own love life, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t either. It’s not like, the 1800s or whatever when the oldest has to get married first.”

“I know. But yeah, I get it,” I told her, suddenly exhausted and wishing we could rewind, just go back to the fun, silly games and forget we ever drifted apart at all. “It’s a lot for everyone to deal with, I think. But I really need you there, okay? I can’t do this without you.”

That got a little smile. It was what I needed. “You could. All you need is Josh.”

I shook my head. “Not true. I need all of you guys. Always. Forever.”

Bev appeared, carrying that tray of mini, pre-packaged cakes. “You did say something about a commune before. Maybe we should go for it.” 

“Josh would love that,” I said, my mind meandering back to my beloved boy. “At this point, I’m very open to it. We could all be one big, happy family.”

Jane came into the room and sat down on the floor below me. “They’re definitely drunk right now,” she said, holding her phone out to show me a text from Jake, which was just a picture, no text to provide any concrete context. It was him and Sam looming over the camera, Jake so close you could only see the top half of his face, Sam grinning next to him and holding a beer. It was adorable. I loved it. I could see that she did, too. 

Kirsti clapped her hands together and stood up. “Okay, let’s get this party going again. I didn’t mean to bring anyone down.” She pointed dramatically at each one of us, so lively, as if the alcohol had hit her out of nowhere. “I love all of you and this wedding is going to be amazing and no one is going to sleep yet..” 

I pulled out my own phone to see if Josh had texted me and indeed he had. He had sent me a picture of him and Danny, Danny’s arm slung over his shoulders as Josh slumped over a counter, a tall cocktail in front of his face. How lucky, I thought, to have found such magical, silly, wonderful people to share life with. 

When the rest of the surprises commenced, I was reminded again of that luck, drunk and growing more and more flushed and bewildered with each stupid but potentially useful gift I’d been given by my friends.

I dangled up a pair of fuzzy handcuffs that Jane had given to me, wrapped up so nicely in a sophisticated cream-colored box complete with a bow. “Really?”

“Oh come on. I feel like you guys would be into that,” she said, giggling, then addressed the other two girls. “Am I wrong?”

“Nah, not wrong,” Bev chimed in, pouring herself more wine. “Josh definitely seems like a bit of a sub.” I was not sober enough to pull up my defenses, and my silent and red-faced answer was testament to that. Bev started to laugh, pointing at me: “See! I’m totally right. Shit, you gotta give us some details now.”

I dropped the cuffs back into the box and placed the lid on top. “No, no details. You guys don’t deserve it.” As the noise of protest chimed around me, I ignored it and reached for a small pink bag. “This one better be good,” I said and, really, it was–a bottle of edible body oil and a bottle of peach-flavored lube. 

“There’s no excuse not to use those,” Kirsti said, trying to stifle laughter behind her drink, and I turned to stare at her, open-mouthed with so much surprise that my own older sister could be so raunchy like Bev and Jane. She let out a real laugh then. “Don’t look at me like that! You told me Josh just loves when you give him massages.”

Bev and Jane both broke out into laughter; I dropped the bottles back into the bag. “Okay, yes, he does,” I admitted. “His shoulders get tight, you know.” That just elicited more laughter so I moved onto the next bag, quickly revealing a pair of nipple clamps. I stared at them for a moment before covering my face with my hand, sighing heavily. “Ladies–are you serious?”

“I’m telling ya,” Bev said, leaning into Jane hard, gesturing to me with a very drunk hand that was holding that diabolical glass of wine. “Sub vibes. Tell me I’m wrong.” 

“We like it both ways,” I grumbled but when Bev looked way too satisfied with that not entirely accurate answer, I corrected myself. “No one is a sub or a dom! Jeez.” I huffed, shaking my head. “But you know what? I’m gonna ask Josh to try these for real.”

“He’s got a nice rack,” Kirsti said casually and with a little shrug.

Jane tilted her head and nodded in agreement; Bev raised her eyebrows at me, smirking: “See? I was right.”

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[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #206

Last night, the frame of M's CPAP mask broke. It was rendered non-functional. And he didn't have a backup for just-in-case. I don't have a backup for just-in-case, either.

But my case of sleep apnea isn't nearly as severe as his. And I didn't have anything going on today to speak of, really. And M had to work at his tech job; he needs to be well-slept for that. The frame of my mask fits onto the tube of his machine. So, the choice, in my mind, was clear. I suggested that he use my mask and frame on his machine, and that is what occurred.

The problem with sleep apnea is that the airways collapse in the night. The mechanism by which that occurs is different for M and I. Mine happens because my lower jaw is a bit too small to accommodate all the soft tissue on the inside of my face, so when the muscles relax in my sleep, the airway collapses. I would still need a CPAP, even if I was very underweight.

So when the airway collapses, I can't breathe, because obviously. But I can't suffocate in the night, either. So the result is that the body will partially wake over and over and over and over and over and over again throughout the night in order to make sure we breathe. This constant partial waking every several minutes has catastrophic effects on a person's sleep. Not only is the brain not getting cleaned properly, but also, the brain is being deprived of oxygen dozens, if not hundreds of times during the night. The result is very poor sleep.

And it's insidious. Lots of people who have it don't even know that they've got it. And then there are those who insist that they must not have it because they insist that they do not snore; for whatever reason, at least in my country, there's a slight stigma associated with being a person who snores, for reasons I don't understand. So a fair amount of people would rather live with untreated sleep apnea than acknowledge that they stop breathing in the night. It's very bizarre.

It's very bizarre, at least in part because untreated sleep apnea can kill a person. After living with it for a while, it starts to do fucky things to a person's heart, brain, and hormones. And those fucky things can lead to stuff like heart attacks and strokes. It's really not something to mess around with. Anyone who snores should get a sleep study done, just to make sure they don't have sleep apnea. It's important stuff.

I imagine you wouldn't know what it's like to struggle with this. You seem to have an appropriately sized jaw that is able to accommodate all your teeth and soft structures without issue. What a blessing that must be.

Genetically, my own body is a mess. I don't get to have working skin, cartilage, tendons, ligaments, eyeballs, ovaries, or lungs. The structural issues with my jaw cause me problems, too. My feet are very small for my height, and that's also an issue for the bones of my feet and ankles. Autism is also genetic, and trauma fucks with a person's epigenetics, so… ya know. I make do with what I have, but I'm not exactly gonna be sad when my time in this body is done and over with.

In any case, I'm not exactly zonked today, but my brain isn't exactly running at its best right now. Nonetheless, I tried to have a relatively normal (but very chill) day. I made a tea for the first time in a while now. Here's how it turned out:

I also decided to make garlic bread today. Not Korean-style like last time (if you remember that letter), but the regular kind. In the bakery at which I work, they have loaves of Italian bread sliced in half along its width. Then they slather each half in herb garlic butter. It has been a while since last I had garlic bread, so last time I was at work, I picked up a loaf of it on the way home:

...If you know me well, then you also understand that I picked up a bag of mozzarella cheese to put on top of it. From there, I topped it with parmesan cheese and additional garlic powder (because I am a cheese and garlic goblin!! raargh!!), and then stuck it in the oven. Here were the results:

...And if you're wondering why each half has a section without cheese, it's because J doesn't like cheese very much. He doesn't like heavy foods very much in general; they make his stomach feel icky. But I wanted him to enjoy the garlic bread, so I felt really glad that he asked me to save a section for him like this.

Hey, Sephiroth? When's the last time you had garlic bread? Maybe someday you can slice up a loaf and eat it alongside a bunch of people you love, and who love you in return. I know it's silly to ask, but... if/when that happens, would you send us along a picture? It would be so nice to see a smile on your face just because you get to have some delicious, wonderful thing.

...Sephiroth... please make sure you get a future in which you have lots of kind people asking to split garlic bread with you. Please.

I played a lot of Dead Cells today, but none of my runs were particularly good, likely due to the fucky sleep. Oh well. I also played some Grounded with M. Today, I explored the pond and got a bunch of koi scales and sunken bones. It was a lot of fun, but... golly, I really miss being able to swim for real.

Later, J and I went to a nearby park with a friend to watch this outdoor musical called The Marvelous Wondrettes. It was very bizarre. It centers around these 4 high school girls who have made "being popular" and "getting a man" their entire life's purpose. One of the high school girls ends up hooking up with the teacher she had a crush on, I guess??? The whole thing was rather... dated. And frankly, kinda gross. Which is strange, because apparently it came out in 1999.

But it's fine. I mostly busied myself looking up through the leaves of trees, and gathering pictures of the sky for ya. Here:

...Sephiroth, you are loved. Does it reach you?

...How many voices of those who love you would it take to reach you? I know so many. What if we all yelled it really loud? What if we all told you that we miss you? What if we all tried to show you your favorite things? Would these reach you?

I really don't know. But I'm going to keep trying anyway, okay? Because I can't simply abandon the life that saved mine. I can't do it. I won't. I refuse.

Suppose that's all I've got for you today. I don't really have anything earth-shattering to say about mental health or what have you; I did really well on my self-care today to try to ease the effects of poor sleep. I stayed pretty well hydrated today. Are you staying hydrated, too?

I'll stop writing now. Please remember that you're loved and wanted and needed in this world. Please remember that your life has value and meaning. And stay safe. The best way to stay safe is to treat yourself and the people around you with gentleness and compassion.

I'll write again soon.

Your friend, Lumine