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incorrectbatfam · 2 years ago

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Could you please do some headcanons about Batmans cooking disasters over the years?

Age 5: Bruce puts tinfoil in the microwave. Alfred shakes his head and laughs

Age 6: He decorates a cookie so badly another kid cries until they throw up

Age 7: He tries to make a PB&J and the countertop is sticky for a week

Age 8: He tries to make Martha's chicken noodle soup but ends up crying on the kitchen floor surrounded by half-chopped vegetables

Age 9: He tries to impress a houseguest by recreating Thomas's mixology tricks (sans alcohol). There's still a stain on the ceiling to this day

Age 10: He makes green eggs. It's not on purpose. He's never even read the book

Age 11: He makes lava in the school cafeteria

Age 12: He tries to make cheese bread by drilling holes into a baguette and filling it with melted nacho cheese

Age 13: He melts a cutting board in the oven

Age 14: He folds a Pop Tart

Age 15: The chocolate-covered bananas he makes for the school bake sale come out looking very very wrong

Age 16: He's asked to drop a home economics class after mistaking refried beans for pumpkin puree in a pie

Age 17: He boils eggs in the carton

Age 18: He makes his entire freshman dorm evacuate after burning his ramen to ash

Age 19: He sculpts a severed hand out of meatloaf and is sent to the university psychologist

Age 20: He tries to bake a cake but doesn't have a cake pan, so he pours the batter right in the oven

Age 21: He tries Thomas's mixology tricks again, this time with alcohol. One of the tricks is flipping it over his head. He ends up losing part of his vision for 3 days

Age 22: He burns water. Harley Quinn is there. She still holds it over his head

Age 23: He packs his first patrol snack as Batman. It's a chocolate bar wrapped in a tortilla. The chocolate melts onto his gloves and he drops the tortilla down a sewer grate

Age 24: He makes an ice cream cookie sandwich to eat while he and Batgirl work on a case, but he's so engrossed in the work that he doesn't notice it melt until Babs points it out

Age 25: He enters the first annual Justice League cook-off and immediately gets banned from ever entering again

Age 26: He tries to comfort little Dickie Grayson by making fried cornbread from a book of Roma comfort recipes. It turns out about as well as you'd expect when you give Bruce Wayne hot oil. Bruce is genuinely bummed out, but Dick says it's the thought that counts

Age 27: Clark delivers a huge hunk of beef from the farm. Instead of waiting for Alfred to come back, Bruce and Dick try to break it down with a power saw

Age 28: Bruce and Dick's latkes are burned so badly they can play floor hockey with them

Age 29: He makes stuffed mushrooms. Badly. Like imagine the worst way you can fuck up a mushroom. It still won't compare to what Bruce did. And it's for a potluck with the West-Allens that Barry won't let him live down

Age 30: Bruce sees Dick struggling to make ravioli and he's like "Let me show you how it's done" before proceeding to make it infinitely worse

Age 31: Bruce sees a hungry Jason Todd and the first thing he does when they return to the manor is make a double-decker bread sandwich. That's bread with two more slices of bread in between

Age 32: Bruce packs Dick and Jason's lunchboxes when Alfred is out of town. They're supposed to include a salad. Instead, Dick gets a whole head of lettuce and Jason's is just a bottle of ranch

Age 33: He makes hot chocolate after patrol... but forgets the chocolate

Age 34: The Manor is too cold, so Bruce tries to warm it up by making Jason's favorite soup. His hands shake the whole time. Suddenly, he's eight years old again, sitting on the kitchen floor surrounded by scraps reminding him of his failure

Age 35: Jack and Janet Drake are out of the country again, leaving young Timmy by himself. Bruce decides to bring some dinner over. It's baked perfectly, but it's full of things that shouldn't be anywhere near a casserole dish. They end up ordering takeout and watching old detective movies together

Age 36: Steph walks through how to make waffles. Bruce is standing there, watching closely and taking notes. They still come out looking radioactive

Age 37: Cass asks if they can get smoothies. Bruce says he can make them at home. She gives him a warning look but that's not enough to stop him. Cue Bruce forgetting to put the lid on the blender

Age 38: Jason's first night back at home, Bruce tries to make that soup. It shoots out like a geyser and hits the lights. He's panicking until he hears Jason laugh, and then the soup doesn't matter

Age 39: Damian screws up hummus and he desperately tries to hide it so people won't see him as inadequate at something so basic. Instead of getting upset, Bruce assures him it's okay and offers to fix it. (He doesn't fix it, he just makes it worse)

Age 40: Bruce's birthday happens while he's fake-dead and away from home. He grabs a convenience store cupcake and sticks a single candle on it. Then he closes his eyes, pretends his family is around him, and makes a wish. (The candle droops and sets the hotel sheets on fire)

Age 41: Back at the Manor, he attempts to make lemonade on a particularly hot day. Selina offers to help, but Bruce declines, saying, "How hard can it be?" (Spoiler alert: it's not supposed to be full of seeds)

Age 42: Kate shows him a video of Canadians pouring maple syrup into the snow to make candy, so he gets her to boil the syrup so they can do it together. The problem comes when they can't control the pour and end up with a glob the size of Damian

Age 43: As part of a school project, Bruce and Duke try to deduce the Coca-Cola secret formula. Duke's teacher takes a point off because at the beginning he told her he'd taste the results, but there's no way he's doing that now

Age 44: The family gets together to make a full English breakfast Alfred's birthday. Each person takes a part—Dick has eggs, Jason has the grilled tomatoes, Tim has mushrooms, Duke has the bacon, Steph and Cass are tag-teaming the sausages, Damian just has to open a can of beans, and Bruce needs to put bread in the toaster. It goes South immediately when Damian reaches for his katana instead of the can opener

Age 45: Bruce puts tinfoil in the microwave. Alfred shakes his head and laughs

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dira333 · 3 months ago

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A United Front - Genma Shiranui x Reader

inspired by this prompt

And how odd it is to be haunted by someone that is still alive.

“I can’t offer you a relationship,” Genma can hear his own voice, deep and full and not at all cracking.

He half expects you to laugh, to tell him that he imagined the growing tension between the two of you. But you don’t. “What a shame,” you tell him, your face not betraying any of your thoughts. You don’t smile though and he hates it. Your smile has long since grown into his favorite thing. It doesn’t feel right for it to be missing.

“I’m just… not in the place for it right now.”

“Ah,” you nod calmly. “And do you expect that to change?”

His heart beats painfully in his chest. Are you asking…

“I don’t know. But… probably not for the next few years.”

“Right.” You nod again. “Well, thank you all the same. Do you… want me to stay away?”

“No,” he breathes out a bit too quickly. “I mean, no, you don’t have to.”

“Okay.” You nod once more and he wonders if it’s just a motion to distract yourself or something else. “We’ll just tell each other if we can’t deal with the way it is, right? If one of us comes too close for comfort.”

“Right,” he mutters, not really getting it.

You smile, but it’s different this time. Distant, like it no longer belongs to him.

“Well, I’m going to leave then. Might Guy asked me to train with him and I’d feel more comfortable doing that now if that’s okay with you?”

And he can’t ask you to stay, can he? Have Dinner with him as if this conversation never happened. So he nods and tells you to have fun and watches you leave, feeling miserable all the same.

But he chose this. And it’s better this way.

Almost dying always sets things into perspective, Genma believes.

He’d been - what - twelve, when they ran into the Swordsmen of the Mist, outnumbered even if they had been on par with their skill level. Not even Might Guy had any optimism left, stiff as a board next to him.

And Genma had looked Death in the eye and smiled. Only to come out barely unscathed, though grieving someone he’d barely known.

And it wasn’t the only time someone gave his life to save him, but he’s getting tired of that now. Of people dying for him or worse, because of him, because he’s too slow, or not skilled enough.

Genma’s getting tired and he’s just reached the peak of his career.

Personal Guard of the Hokage.

Life has left a dull ache inside of him. He knows it’s not visible on the outside because he’s always been able to cover his pain with dumb jokes, but if he had to compare, he’d say he feels like Kakashi looks. A little dead, living on just because he has to, and because he has too much spite to give up.

It’s not fair to drag you into this.

But he wants to. Oh, how he wants to.

Kakashi has his Icha Icha and Might Guy has his training and Genma, well… he used to have you. Going for a drink after a mission, laughing as you come up with ridiculous pranks to play on your fellow Shinobi, or taking a walk through the forest just because you needed mushrooms and felt he’d be good company.

Life’s easier when he’s with you. As if the air has more oxygen and gravity is no more, every step lighter than the one before.

But he can’t become addicted to something that will not last.

Not for him. Never for him.

Genma sees you enter the bar with Anko and decides against stepping inside.

He’d been craving a drink for hours, today’s shift grueling in its boredom. But he doesn’t want to remind you of what was and could have been, or maybe, he just doesn’t want to remind himself.

He uses his time to go shopping instead, having avoided the market for the better part of the week. They have your favorite fruit on sale and he grabs two before he realizes he doesn’t even like them that much. He still buys them, burying them at the bottom of his bag.

Everything seems to remind him of you, which is weird and stupid and not at all helpful. And it doesn’t make sense.

You’re still alive, so he doesn’t have a right to grieve you and you never really dated, never kissed or anything, but he’s missing you.

Genma made it a habit not to mention you amongst his friends, lest they think they’re something there but now he regrets it, wanting nothing more for them to talk about you, tell him where they saw you and if you looked well or not.

When he gets drunk on his balcony one night, he thinks he can see you out of the corner of his eye, leaning in the doorframe with that kind of smile he thought belonged to him only. But when he moves to reach for you, you disappear and he’s left sober and missing a part of him he didn’t know he had.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Genma says the second you step into view.

It’s a two-man mission and he’s done that before with you, but he can’t- he can’t do it right now.

“Why?” You ask as if nothing’s wrong. And maybe it isn’t, to you. Maybe you didn’t drown in your feelings for the last two months, fighting the instinct to flinch away at the bare mention of your name.

You certainly look like it. Like you’re fine with the way things are, without him.

He bites down on his Senbon and nods, fingertips digging into the fabric of his pants.

“Just a thought,” he drawls out, before turning back to the Hokage. “When do we start?”

And it’s almost too easy not to fall back into a routine. You ask him how he’s been doing and he tells you the important stuff first, but you have that effect on him, keep him talking even when he feels he’s got nothing left to say.

“You know your favorite fruit,” he adds as he runs, mouth working with a mind of its own, “they had it on sale.”

“Oh? Did you buy some?”

“I did.”

“And?” Your smile has him almost miss his mark, but he’s better than that, catching himself. “Did you like them?”

“Still not really into them. But they’re ‘a great source of vitamins’.” Genma uses airquotes to show that he’s quoting you and you laugh and it hurts but he doesn’t want it to stop.

It’s dangerous, working like this. His mind is too occupied with you for a mission of this caliber. He wonders if you notice.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he’s building up your tent, suddenly glad that there’s only the two of them. With a three-man team they’d have to sleep next to each other at one point and he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“Do you have feelings for me?”

The tent pole snaps between his fingertips. Genma stares at it without seeing it, his mind racing. What is he supposed to say to that? Yes? And then what?

“It’s okay if you don’t,” you point out behind him, your voice so calm it sounds like you’re speaking with a wild animal, ready for it to pounce any second. Do you recognize his heart for what it is?

“It’s not about wether or not I have feelings…” Genma cuts himself off before he adds the last two words. He swallows. “I told you I’m not ready for a relationship.”

“And what are you doing to change that?”

“Huh?” Genma turns, the broken tent pole momentarily forgotten.

“I mean, when we didn’t become Chunin the first time around, we were essentially told that we weren’t ready for that yet. But the ones who wanted to become Chunin tried their best to change that. Do you want to have a relationship?”

All tension leaves him with an exhale, the utensils slipping from his grip and onto the forest floor.

“I don’t-” He stares down at his hands. “I’m just so tired.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

Genma has missed this.

Talking to you has always been a little different, a little easier.

He can talk to Might Guy about grief and to Kakashi about the potential of the coming generation but never the other way around. All of his friends have topics they don’t want to touch, but you’ve always been different, at least with him, vulnerable and strong at the same time.

But he knows he can’t keep going like this. Not again.

“Do you think I’m ready for a relationship?” Genma asks the last night before they reach Konoha again, already used to the smell of his dirty uniform and the blood still caked under his nails.

You muster him for a second over the assortment of fruits and mushrooms and dried beef that you call Dinner.

“I think you are,” you tell him finally. “It might be a little bumpy at times, but you’ve always been a bit of a ‘learning by doing’ type of guy.”

He sighs, the sound catching in his throat, barely making it out of his mouth.

“Would you-” You stiffen and he stops, swallowing harshly. Genma’s got half a mind not to ask but he drove himself into this mess, he needs to be able to get himself out of it as well.

“It’s okay if you don’t,” he starts anew. “But if you still like me at least a little bit, would you be willing to try? And date me, I mean?”

For a while, you’re silent, watching him like you do with your opponents. His heart is a fluttering thing inside his chest, filled with a fear he hasn’t felt since he was a child.

Is he enough? Is he worthy?

Eventually, you reach out and pick the Senbon from his mouth, twirl it between your fingers before you move in, pressing your lips to his.

His body reacts on its own accord, all the longing snapping into his hands and arms and shoulders, pulling you in with enough fervor to upset the forest floor beneath you, leaving the two of them tumbling down and into the soft mossy ground.

When Genma kisses you back, he puts all his feelings into it. His fear, his longing, his love. He can only hope that you feel it, understand it like you understand everything else.

But your hand is in his hair now, bandana gone somehow and he stops thinking because so far, that hasn’t done him any good anyway.

Anko whistles low under her breath as he enters, your hand firmly in his.

“Shut up,” he growls, but he can’t help smiling, chest pushed out with pride. You’re dating him. You are dating him.

“Young love!” Might Guy wipes a tear from his eye. “So beautiful.”

“Tell me when you decide to move in together,” Kakashi declares from his perch at the back of the table, “So I can make different plans for that day.”

“Very funny,” Genma drawls, pulling your chair out before taking a seat next to you. “We’ll just ask your team to do it, call it a D-Rank Mission.”

You laugh next to him at that, nudging his shoulder with your own. “If they have to pack up all your weapons it’s no longer a D-Rank.”

“Wait,” Raido leans in at that. “You’re moving in with her? Why not the other way around?”

You look up at him, giving him the chance to explain.

“Dude,” Genma grimaces. “Have you seen my mess? Her place is much better.”

Raido considers that for a second. “True. But give me a heads up, I want your apartment when you’re gone.”

“Rude.”

Below the table, your hand rubs a soft circle into his thigh. It’s the simplest of touches, a presence that’s barely there but never fully gone, a soothing balm to the horrors of everyday life.

Yesterday you fought about what apartment you’d move into and his knee-jerk response of going silent about it fell victim to your insistence to talk about it properly.

Genma’s not perfect and some days he’s still so tired of this life that he can barely make it out of bed without your help, but neither are you.

It helps, he has learned, to tackle these things together, shoulder pressed against shoulder, a united front.

After all, if he knows one thing, he knows how to fight a battle.

Tagging some Genma lovers:

@comicallylargemango @squishyneet @itsyoursunshinebabe @marvelmymarvel @venerawrites

#my writing #naruto x reader #naruto fluff #naruto angst #genma x reader #genma fluff #genma angst #naruto x you #genma x you #genma x y/n #genma shiranui

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sturniolo-rat · 8 months ago

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Too Sweet: Prologue

Matthew Sturniolo X Reader

A/N: I did a poll to see if y’all wanted this but I already had it written so it was a trick question 😌😌😌💕

Contains: literally nothing, no smut no fluff just story

TW: alcohol abuse?, drunk driving, existential dread

Matt is an optimistic do gooder on his way to Redwood University to start his masters degree. He’s far from home but he feels like the world is at his fingertips.

Cricket is a high school drop out going nowhere fast. She’s deeply unhappy with her job as a bartender at a tavern frequented by Dungeons and Dragons larpers.

They can’t help but feel drawn to each other, but is he too sweet for her?

This is what they were doing the morning of the day they met.

Y/N’s Pov

It’s 8 am on a Tuesday. I take a shot of fireball in preparation for my 12 hour shift at The Enchanted Mushroom Tavern and Inn. It is a belief commonly held that taverns and inns only exist in dungeons and dragons. This is false, as all well loved imaginary things come to life with time. That’s a fancy way of saying this place was built for people who LARP and I have to pretend I’m a medieval bar wench.

I squeeze myself into my costume that consists of an off white shirt with puffy off the shoulder sleeves, a mossy green skirt with a tattered and uneven hem, and a brown corset over top that I will note is Elizabethan and not medieval. The woefully inaccurate uniform isn’t the worst part of the job though. While at work my name is no longer Y/N it’s Petronella Epworth the fucking third and I wear the dumbass name tag to prove it.

“Let’s go, Phoebe!” I yell from our living room. I’ve never been a patient woman. Not even when we were kids. We met in kindergarten when she was hesitant going down the big slide at the park and I decided she was taking too long and pushed her. I’m bitch but I’m an insanely efficient, hardworking bitch that gets what she wants.

“Give me a minute!” She’s been working at the Tavern with me for a year and a half, and I’m always 15 minutes early for work. Because we carpool, she is always 15 minutes early for work, which has given her a reputation of reliability that she does not deserve. Phoebe has a few redeeming qualities to make up for her flakiness. When I need her, and she actually shows up, she’s unreasonably nurturing. One time, when I got sick after I dropped out of high school, she played hooky and stayed in my family’s trailer to take care of me. She brought ingredients for homemade soup and blankets. Nice blankets, too, the fleece ones that go on sale around Christmas time. The book she stole from her mother’s collection to read to me was the highlight of my week. It was called “My Alpha Mate.” The main character was an omega, and her love interest was an alpha. I think they were like werewolves or something. It was extremely smutty.

“I’ll just wait in the car, then!” There’s a loud thud as I close the front door. My van is objectively shitty. It’s a 1998 Nissan Quest that I’ve named Ted. I do, however, feel that if you’re 24 and own a van, you ought to be either a mother or a hippie with that cool Volkswagon. My vehicle doesn’t match me at all, but at least he carts around all the shit I own that doesn’t fit in my apartment. While I wait in the driver’s seat, I take a swig from the flask I keep in the car—fireball, of course, always fireball. I take a long look at myself in my rearview mirror and wonder what I’m doing with my life.

Matt’s Pov

It’s 8 am on a Tuesday and the sun is shining down on me through the sunroof of my car. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I already know it’s one of my brothers.

We’re triplets and have never been apart for more than 3 days at a time. When I was getting my bachelors degree they got an apartment two blocks away from my dorm. Chris and Nick never went to college and started a clothing brand called Fresh Love and a chapstick brand called Space Camp. Safe to say my lips are well moisturized. I’m actually wearing gray Fresh Love sweatpants right now. They’re very comfortable and perfect for long drives. I’m embarking on a 10 hour road trip to my new apartment near Redwood University where I will be studying for the next 5 years. My brothers think I’m absolutely insane for moving this far away from home.

“Chris, you know I hate answering the phone while I’m driving.” He does this on purpose to piss me off, but when I get into an accident because he divided my attention, he’s going to be sorry.

“Dude, did you know Red U’s mascot is a booby.”

“Yes, I did.” I most certainly did not know that.

Nick chimes in because, of course, Nick is there too. They’re never far apart. “Okay, but, listen to me when I say this, Matt, it’s a blue-footed booby at Red U.” He puts emphasis on blue and red. “Doesn’t that bother you? It bothers us!”

“Why on earth would that bother me? I’m not going for the sports anyway.” It bothers me a great deal. I can’t believe I have to rep the Redwood blue-footed boobies. This will surely tarnish the Sturniolo family name.

“Shut up!” says Chris. “I know it bothers you, and that’s why you have to turn that car around immediately and come back home.”

“Chrissy, I love you and Nick the most, but I have to go. I’ve got a scholarship and a once-in-a-lifetime internship.” Red U is home to one of the most prestigious research labs in America, and I have an internship there. It’s the whole reason I applied to the university; the scholarship was just an added bonus—the perks of being a straight-A student.

He groans, “I know. We know you’re going to go out and do great things.”

We’re just gonna miss our little Mattmallow,” adds Nick in that weird baby voice people use sometimes. My heart sinks at the use of my childhood nickname.

“I’m gonna miss you guys too.” More than I’ve missed anyone ever.

“Alright, man. I’m gonna leave you alone. I know you hate talking and driving,” Nick says, and I know he’s feeling a little uncomfortable.

“Love you, guys.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

The line goes dead and I know I should feel some sort of sadness but really I just feel loved. I am deeply loved, my future is bright, and I feel like today is an omen.

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trivialbob · 8 months ago

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The rest of last weekend I spent in Chicago.

I went there to visit my college roommate, Ross. We've known each other since freshman year of college, back in the fall of 1984 -- 40 years of friendship!

Friday afternoon I drove to to the city. Normally I experience horrendous traffic there, pretty much after crossing from Wisconsin to Illinois. Someone smiled upon me this time, because the midday Friday traffic was smooth on the highways.

Things got aggressive on city streets. Twice I saw people driving over a double yellow line, directly at me, as they wanted to make a left turn without waiting for traffic.

GPS warns me of Chicago's red light and radar cameras. At times I wonder if Chicagoans don't have to pay tickets they get in the mail, because I thought I was going to get rear-ended simply for obeying the speed limit and stopping at red lights. No one with Land of Lincoln plates seems to worry about traffic tickets.

Ross had game tickets to a Blackhawks game Saturday night. The team did poorly, but I enjoyed hanging out with him and watching the game.

I like walking through his neighborhood and looking at houses. My own home in Minnesota has a fireplace made of Chicago Brick. After the Great Chicago Fire, bricks from destroyed buildings were re-used in new home construction. It would be fascinating to me if there was a way to find out what Chicago building my bricks came from.

The Lincoln Square business area is a favorite of mine. I had arrived in the city before Ross was done working for the week. So I made my usual tour of that area on foot.

There are plenty of restaurants and bars I'd like to try. Saturday morning Ross and his wife took me out for coffee at a neat little shop with an airplane theme. Check out that booth made from airline seats and aircraft aluminum. The trash bins were re-purposed airliner serving carts.

There was mushroom coffee on the menu. I'd heard of it before, but never tried it. So I ordered a cup of "Morning Mud" which is mushroom coffee and some sort of mushroom extract. It tasted earthy. I don't know that it made me healthier but the coffee had caffeine. I'd give it another try sometime.

Ross and his wife picked up the tab, so I also grabbed a can of seltzer, two croissants, and a large assortment of essential oil soaps that were for sale in the attached gift shop.

The coffee shop had two "unvested service dogs." One was quite comfortable sitting in customers' laps.

Throughout my stay Ross and I hung out, had martinis and pizza, talked politics and current events, and relaxed. I thoroughly enjoyed the visit.

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sauriansolutions · 11 months ago

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Here's a little snippet thing to get myself started at having a blog with, like, content.

I was inspired by the absolute silliness that is the class of TWST item called "Secret Snacks." I just adore the concept that you can boost your friendship with game characters by, apparently, stealthily feeding them illegal snacks during class?

All my (excessive number of) Jade cards have full vignettes *cries* but I just want to keep feeding him forever... help...

"Secret Snacks"

You are sitting next to J.ade in class before lunch. You can hear his stomach growling and whining every few minutes.

You occasionally catch him frowning down at himself after a particularly egregious rumble, like he's trying to scold his belly into silence. You can't help but let out a quiet giggle at his stern expression, and Jade, realizing he's been perceived, shoots you a sheepish grin.

"So sorry," he mouths, sotto voce.

You reassure him that it's alright.

Towards the end of class, you notice Jade reaching down to fold one arm around his middle. His stomach's complaints have gotten quieter, but they've also become more frequent, to the point that the gurgles have become a near-constant background noise.

As you watch, Jade looks up to check the clock for the umpteenth time, then sighs quietly and slumps forward a bit in his chair, lips pressed tightly together in a disappointed pout. You look up, too, and note that here's still about fifteen minutes before lunchtime.

Poor Jade. Since agreeing to switch seats with Leona (who wanted a spot behind the tall student so the professor couldn't see him as well), you've noticed that Jade gets distractingly hungry like this every day, around the same time.

Jade is usually perfectly attentive and studious during class. But you've heard he also has, what he terms, "poor fuel efficiency. So, you guess that this is around the time his energy reserves from breakfast are nearly depleted.

His empty, grumbling stomach clearly makes the mer student unhappy and fidgety, shifting in his seat, shuffling papers aimlessly, or doodling in the margins of his notebook.

You've seen Jade's actual sketchbook, so you know the eel is quite artistically talented. But, humorously enough, as lunchtime draws near, Jade's sketches seem to inevitably devolve from nearly-photorealistic drawings of mushrooms, trees, and plants, to simplistic and almost cartoony renderings of his favorite foods.

Octopus dishes, you couldn't help but notice, feature prominently.

You've even caught Jade gnawing on the decorative filigree around the edges of his magestone pen, once or twice. Thankfully, the pens are apparently spelled to be highly durable and shatter-proof. Still, the grinding sound of Jade's razorblade teeth on stone or metal makes you wince every time you hear it.

Jade, now nearly drooling, is putting the finishing touches on a drawing of what appears to be a steaming plate of grilled octopus.

... Not for the first time, you find yourself wishing you had something to feed Jade.

Students technically aren't allowed to bring food into the classroom, but you've seen your fellow classmates covertly munching on candies, meal bars, and the like enough times during class, that you feel like sneaking in a snack or two couldn't be *that* big of a deal.

Maybe tomorrow, you think, you'll slip Jade one of those packets of barbecue-flavored dried squid that are on sale right now at the Mystery Shop.

Smiling, you jot down a quick reminder to yourself in your planner. Next to it, you draw a little cartoon eel. You give it a big, toothy smile, and add lots of cute little sparkles in its eyes.

Satisfied with your work, you close your planner and wait for the bell to ring.

Classes have been getting increasingly more difficult, as midterms are approaching.

But now, you think, you have at least one reason to look forward to tomorrow's lesson.

#jade leech #twst #twst tummy stuff #secret snacks #jc writes #uhh i gotta remember how tagging works but I'll do it later peace out #edited to add a readmore because dang #this came out longer than i expected

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ladylilithprime · 9 days ago

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= Suptober2024 Masterpost =

Well, it's definitely been a wild ride across several different pairings and a few different continuities, new and old! Every story will be going up on AO3 in between my work on Novelember, but here is the big collective Masterpost of all of the fics (with notes about continuity and content warnings) that I managed to write over the course of October. Since apparently the Great Pumpkin decided to bring me the gift of being able to write smut this year, the stories with "lemonade stand content" will be marked with a 🍋 [lemon emoji]. Please click responsibly!

Day 1: Autumn

Sastiel. Castiel takes a moment to appreciate the promise of the day and the one with whom he gets to share it.

Day 2: Spa Day

Sastiel. Sam gives Castiel a manicure, and Castiel has no time for Dean's more chauvinistic attitudes.

Day 3: Royalty

Sastiel, follow-up to Day 2. Castiel gives Sam a massage.

Day 4: Birthday

Gen, implied Sastiel. Canon-compliant, including the Finale. Sam really doesn't like celebrating his birthday for a lot of reasons.

Day 5: Scars

Sastiel, picks up from Day 3. It's Castiel's turn to get the royal massage treatment.

Day 6: Electric

Sastiel, prelude to Day 7. A case turns out not to be a case, leaving Sam and Castiel with a paid for motel room and a whole night of unexpected free time. No lemons yet, but the lube makes an appearance.

Day 7: Thankful 🍋

Sastiel, direct follow-on to Day 6. Castiel lays Sam out on the bed and gives thanks for the feast he is being given to enjoy. While the author is of the opinion that this is exactly the sort of content one should read in church, your respective clergical staff may not agree.

Day 8: Witch's Brew

Sastiel. Castiel eventually notices that Sam prefers tea to coffee and goes about ensuring his beloved can enjoy it more often.

Day 9: Moon

Pre-Wincest, set in the werewolf!Sam'verse, Dean's POV of finding out his brother isn't as innocent, or as human, as he used to be. Sam's POV is Day 28.

Day 10: Mushrooms

Jamstiel, set in the Grand Not-Coven of Palo Alto series. Witch!Sam and his familiar, Bones, take hunter twins Jimmy and Cas Novak on a foraging expedition.

Day 11: Myth

Sastiel, wherein Sam is Hades, Persephone is the name of Castiel's vessel, and the story of their meeting and getting together has a lot less kidnapping.

Day 12: Harvest Festival

Sastiel. Sequel to With Festive Airs Attending from the 2017 Sastiel Love Week. Companion to Day 30. Sam and Castiel go back to the Autumn Festival where they had their first date.

Day 13: Monster Mash

Wincest, set in the werewolf!Sam'verse after Day 19 but before Day 23. A werewolf, a hunter, and an Angel of the Lord walk into a bar to meet up with an Archangel hiding as a pagan god.

Day 14: Fave Episode

Swesson. Dean Smith is a very successful VP of Sales and Marketing, but he's kind of an idiot about his crush on the hot IT guy.

Day 15: Sigils

Inspired by Somebody Else's Thanksgiving by @posingasme , wherein Castiel is determined to warn Sam and Dean about Heaven's deceit and Sam has an unorthodox plan to derail the Apocalypse.

Day 16: Falling

Sastiel. Snapshot within the beginning of Day 31. Home repair is occasionally hazardous. Castiel has falling trauma.

Day 17: Wings 🍋

Sastiel. Follows Day 7, wherein Chekhov’s Lube from Day 6 makes its return appearance.

Day 18: Family Business

Gen, background Jamstiel. Set in the Fearie Court of Avalon, NJ series. Sam is a half-faerie prince, Cas and Jimmy Novak are his husbands, and Jack is their adopted selkie son. Summer break is looming and Jack's plans are apparently less foregone than some people thought.

Day 19: Dark & Stormy Night

Pre-Wincest (Sam is on board but Dean is oblivious), set in the werewolf!Sam'verse after Days 9 and 28 but before Day 13. Wolves don't like thunderstorms any better than small boys.

Day 20: Limbo

Sastiel, set in the Familiar'verse. Sam Winchester is a lawyer and practicing witch. Detective John Castiel Novak is a cat shapeshifter and Sam’s familiar. Dean Winchester officially works for the FBI as a hunter community liaison.

Day 21: Cozy Treats

Sastiel. Set after Day 4. Actual Curtain Fic. Finale-compliant, with fem-vessel!Castiel as the Blurry Wife.

Day 22: Ladies

Donnamelia. Takes place in the Faerie Court of Avalon, NJ series. Donna Hanscum is a selkie sheriff. Amelia Everett Richardson is a veterinarian specializing in magical animals and animal forms. Matthew Pike is their foster son and best friends with Jack Kline Winchester, who is the adopted son of the faerie whose magic helped Amelia transition in exchange for her first born child– Amelia’s suggestion. The child’s sire is either John Castiel Novak or James Constantine Novak, who are twins and Sam’s husbands, and donated their sperm to the cause by way of artificial insemination. Bechdel test compliant.

Day 23: Fever 🍋

Set in the werewolf!Sam'verse, approximately mid-season 3. Sam and Dean are pledged to Loki, and Sam didn’t die at Cold Oak. No demon deal, no looming Apocalypse. Full-blown Wincest ahoy!

Day 24: Branded 🍋

Set in the werewolf!Sam'verse. Immediate Part 2 follow-up to Day 23. Wincest and lemony goodness ahoy!

Day 25: Parody

Gen...ish? Apologies to Edgar Allen Poe. I had a plan, and then Dean decided to be a jerk.

Day 26: Enchanted

Sastiel. Features Castiel's true form, magical artifacts, and the perils of a patriarchal secret society. While sex is discussed, none occurs within this narrative. Will be expanded later.

Day 27: Prayer

Wincest. Set in the werewolf!Sam'verse. Immediate follow-up to Day 13, before Day 23. Asking Dean to pray is a bad idea.

Day 28: Graves

Pre-Wincest. Set in the werewolf!Sam'verse, concurrent with Day 9 and before Day 19. Sam's POV of the events of Day 9 and how he became a werewolf.

Day 29: Blue

Phoenix and Dragon'verse. Established Samichael, pre Casamichael. So. Many. Angel wings~

Day 30: Nostalgia

Dean-centric, background Sastiel. Companion to Day 12. Dean gets to kick back by himself for a bit while Sam and Cas are on their "couples retreat".

Day 31: Halloween/Costumes

Sastiel. Set in the same continuity and after Day 16. Curtain-ish fic.

Enjoy!

#rk writes #suptober24 #suptober24 masterpost #supernatural fic #sastiel #jamstiel #sastimmy #samichael #donnamelia #casamichael #wincest #yeah i know this was supposed to go up yesterday but i was bloody tired okay?!

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mirakurutaimu · 1 year ago

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idk if you have this down south but dispensaries on the reserves up in Canada we have like 1000mg gummies. I once ate a 900mg thc nerd rope and I am now missing two full days from my memory, it was awesome.

fuuuck yeah. one night the headshop had these "mushroom microdose chocolate bars" (???) on a cheap sale so i snagged em and ate both the entire bars in one night and ceiling popcorn has never been so entertaining. the ceiling was Moving like liquid bro. also the time dilation was insane across the night i kept saying "IT'S ONLY BEEN AN HOUR?". easily the best high i've ever had that shit was Awesome

#askmi #to this day i still don't know what was even in those bars #the mushrooms they had listed on the ingredients were not psychoactive #and the labs didn't show any d8/d9 or anything...#we found that the one thing the labs didn't really show was HHC so maybe it was that? but i've smoked HHC before and it sure wasn't like th #t #dugz

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smoliboops · 19 days ago

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Almost done catching up on nycc stuff, and so I'm sharing my 14th/15th doctor tardis console cosplay that I wore on Saturday!

Lots of fun to wear, had a lot of pics taken of me (which was so sweet/suprising especially since I went alone on Saturday and almost lost my sanity with making 2 cosplays for the con). Also Jodie!!! Absolutely lovely, pure sunshine who was so excited to sign my hat (she loved the details and said I should be proud which 😭😭😭!!)

First of, this was a lot to do xD. My original concept had a LOT more details I wanted to include that I sadly ran out of time (among them: adding tardis doors to the skirt, adding purple/pink/orange ruffle to the skirt to look like the time vortex from the s14 opening, adding a sutekh plush sticking out of my backpack, incorporating the jukebox in some way, and SO CLOSE TO ADDING LEDS TO THE VEST I MADE SO THAT IT COULD GLOW LIKE THE CONSOLE ROOM WALLS BUT I COULDNT FIX THEM IN TIME 😭) so with all that being said, the reactions to the outfit really cheered me up! 💙 and maybe next time I'll be able to make a 2.0 version of this lol.

Other note, this was made on and off over a few weeks. Skirt from thinkgeek that I got for 5 bucks at a yard sale and that inspired all of this (as well as the mushroom hat cottagecore outfits from tiktok, binging Sarah Spaceman's cosplay videos especially her TLOU cottagecore video and the tardis console dress from @gallifrey208 from 2013).

I sewed the vest with a pattern from KatieSewss on etsy (it's reversible and the inside is a cute pastel space fabric i got at another yard sale for a dollar). Blouse from thiftstore. And hat:

- made from a free hat (yard sale), thick cardboard for structure, covered in 2mm eva foam, primed with plastidip, painted with acrylics (it now glows in the dark too lol). Worked like this: one layer of cardboard, hat brim, another layer of cardboard to sandwich the brim later on the bottom, and the cardboard structures constructed on the top cardboard layer.

- Time rotor/tube made from a translucent binder divider (i spray painted it with clear spray paint to make it more clear), round blue things made with a blue binder divider, the little support beam? things for the round things are zip ties (i cut little slots in each blue thing for each zip tie to pass thru), and a paper straw with mini leds stuffed in the middle

- control panels made out of thinner cardboard (empty tissue box and fig bar box), and buttons/coffee machine/other details made from foam clay, more foam, dollar tree glass squares and pearl beads, and googly eyes 👀. Also added strips of black fabric (yard sale) to quickly cover the inside (floor?) of the panels/hat and filled empty space with copper/gold jewelry wire (more yard sales!)

- also, I did not want this falling apart on me, so the felt part of the hat was glued to the cardboard with tacky glue and I think gorilla wood glue, cardboard to cardboard was with wood glue and hot glue, and foam to foam to cardboard was contact cement, wood glue, and hot glue! So many glues!

If you got this far, here's the few wip bits I got before giving up on recording everything including a clip of me losing my sanity /j (a clip for if I ever do a tutorial vid but I don't think I'll ever get around to that aha 😅)

More rambles on the details/how i made it in the read more ^-^

#doctor who #my face #my art #i guess? lol #dw cosplay #yall its been almost a week and im still so tired lmao #but it was fun at least ^-^#i really wanna post my jse cosplay too but im tired from posting things everywhere (i know ill regret it later if i dont share my pics tho)#so maybe ill do that tmr ^-^#also this cosplay blew up on the dw subreddit #so like im already at my limit of socializing on the internet at this point and will probably potato in a cave afterward :'D /lh

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lavender-at-heart · 2 years ago

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Tears of Rain-Ch.I

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x fem!oc

Chapter Summary: meet the birthday girl

Series masterlist:

Warnings: talks of depression.

Notes: this whole series will be inspired by The Virgin Suicides, Im not ok with this, Coraline and Twilight. Sort of melancholic good old fashioned novella. Also this is a oc story but she won't be described a lot especially in these early chapters so u can sorta read it as x reader if you'd prefer it.

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Today is my birthday.

The saddest and happiest day of every girl's year. I dont really want to think about that right now though. I can hear a crow cawing from outside my window as my mind stirs awake. Staring back at my yellowing ceiling I breathe silently for a few minutes before pushing up and put of bed. The old oak floors creak with life as I pad my way to the bathroom. I wash my face with ice cold water and rub my eyes of sleep. The reflection that stares back at me is dusty and dull. I don't really recognize it as myself, I know it's me but it seems to be faded, blurred.

I can hear my sister shuffling around downstairs clammering pots and pans together. I brush out my hair and don't do much else to my appearance, I doubt I'd have enough energy to do anything more.

I take the extremely short trip from my loft, down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Oh close your eyes!" She shouts and covers the plate she prepared with her hands; she guards it as if it's the lost city of Atlantis. I press my hand to my eyes and I hear more shuffling and the the click of a lighter. She then pushes me into the bar stool at the small kitchen island. "OK, open."

In front of me was a stack of five huge pancakes. There were small flowers on the top that had been messily made with butter,whipped cream and frosting. In the centre was a bright pink candle and beside the plate was a tall glass of milk.

"Oh... you shouldn't have. Thank you." I smile as much as I can and give her a hug. We then gorge on our pancakes.

"I hope you know I didn't just make you pancakes, I got you something else but you'll just have to wait!" She tells me with the kind of happiness one can only get from being an older sister. "Also I hate to say It but I have to go into town today, but we can hang out later. Promise."

"Sure"

She kisses me on the forehead and just like that I hear the door click and I am alone. I go upstairs and change into a simple white dress, it's smooth and could also double as a nightgown if you were a fancy old lady. As I sit at my vanity I can't help but melt into a puddle of tears. I should be happy today. I want to be happy today. A million different movie scenes of girls blowing out candles with their friends and eating cake play like a slow projection in my brain. I lift my head from where it laid in my arms and look at the photos that I had tapped to the mirror. One of my mother on her honeymoon, she looks ethereal. Another of me, my sister, and my father, it is from two birthdays ago. I have gotten used to not having a mother for my birthdays but this is only the seccond one without a father. I decide that today I will try, try and be happy.

After a downpour of sobs I remember that it is not the weekend and I have work to do. So I wipe my tears and slowly meander out the door and onto the little path that leads from our cottage to the main property. Before heading out I grabbed my gardening tools and a basket. It takes an forty-five minutes to even get into town so I know I have a healthy amount of time to work before my sister gets back. I don't mind the work, it distracts me. I trim the weeds in the garden, clean dirt off the statues, water the plants and forage some mushrooms to take home.

Usually I would stay away from the house unless I had work to do inside but missus Foster, the previous owner, died a few months ago and now it lies empty. It's up for sale and so it's up to me and Sally to get it looking nicer than ever. Today I find myself pushing one of the side doors open and begin my wander through the mansion.

I love the house, most people find it creepy what with all the old furniture and long history. I find it comforting, it feels alive. I just hope that whoever buys it doesn't immediately bulldoze the property and send me and Sally packing. After everything we've lost, this house is the only thing that has stayed perfectly still. I climb the long carpeted stairs that stand elegantly in the foyer. I walk through long corridors while humming a sad sort of tune. I don't know what song it is, but it suddenly popped in my head. I stop at a dark red door and turn the metal handle. Inside is Mrs.Foster and Mr.Foster's old bedroom. In it is a grand four poster bed with burgundy duvets and a shiny gold chandelier hangs above. I gravitate towards the old trunk, in it lies what I'm looking for. I open the brass clasps and shield my face away from the smell of dust that exudes from the chest. I dig my hands through tissue paper, clothing, boxes and bags. I dig to the very bottom and strain my fingers to grasp something smooth and rounded. I pull out a old jewlery tin, it's made of blue velvet and sprinkled on it are metal and diamond stars, with one large star on the top. I open it and am met with more blue velvet and a old silver locket. It's small but bigger and heavier than most lockets and the chain is delicate but long. I slowly lift the cold metal up and carefully observe it. It is oval and has a swirled pattern around it with a old looking cross in the centre; the colouration is not as shinny as it once was, after all it is over 200 years old. The clasp takes some force to open and I try my best to be careful. Inside on one of the two pannels is a painted portrait of an eye.

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"Mrs.foster what's this?" My tiny hands grasp the tin and bobble over to missus Foster at her desk.

"Oh that? Now come here missy and I'll tell you" her soft aged hands lift me up and place me on her lap. She opens the tin and takes out the locket, opens the the locket. I "ooo" at the sight: a single emerald eye encompassed by pale skin and a raven eyebrow. "This is the first Mrs.Foster, her name was Amelia and she's the one the built this house." She spoke as if she was a mythical legend, and I was surprised to find that the late Mr.Foster looked exactly like (at least their eyes) the old Mrs.Foster.

"But why her eye only?" It was a bizarre idea to me, to only paint ones eye and not the whole face. "Its a lovers eye dear. Couples would have a painting made of eachothers eyes and wear them as brooches to signify that their were in a relationship."

"Oh how romantic! I want one when I fall in love. And Mrs.Foster has such a pretty eye, I wish mine was like that."

Mrs.Foster chuckles and smoothes a hand over my hair. "Tell you what, when your older you can have this locket and Amelia's eye. Only When your older."

"How much older?" I ask with a pout.

"Not much older" she reassured

To me, not much older meant a few weeks and definitely not years.

I gleefully jump and excitedly dream of the day she would give it to me.

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Looking now at the eye, it hasn't changed one bit. At this point I have completely given up on the idea of ever finding someone to have a Lovers Eye with but I'm contempt enough with having Mr.Foster's. Her eye will guide me, like a compass I think. I clasp the chain around my neck and let it dangle on my chest. I close the locket as to not damage the painting.

I hum my way back home and begin making a soup from the mushrooms I picked. Don't worry- I know their not poisonous; when I was little my favorite things were mushrooms. My father bought me a whole encyclopedia on them. After making the soup I eat it in silence, wash up and make sure there are leftovers for Sally. I climb the steps to my room, and plumet onto my mattress. I sink into it and pull the covers over my eye. I lie there and lie there and lie there. It must have been at least an hour.

"Hey! I'm home!" The door shuts and I wince at the thought of having to get up.

"I got strawberries, bread, candles and soap...oh and socks and lip balm!" She shouts. After not hearing a reply she bounds up the stairs and comes to kneel beside me.

"Oh honey, are you not feeling well?" She asks and I'm not quite sure if she means physically or mentally.

"I'm fine" I hush out. She then climbs into bed and gives me a hug.

"I know birthdays are hard, they are for me too, let's not spend yours moping about." She clings to me tight and I don't react.

"Besidessssss, I got your favorite dinner." That makes me smile a little.

"OK fine. But only becuase your so nice."

Before she can jump her way back downstairs she stops.

"Hey! Is that the locket?"

"Sure is." I touch my fingers to it and hold it up so she can have a look.

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I'm not as happy as I should be but my gloom seems to have dissipated slightly. As if the downcast of grief has stopped to a drizzle. We sit on the brown leather couch downstairs next to the old wood burning furnace and eat our dinner. Beautifully handmade kaiserschmarrn, the way my grandmother made. It's warm and comforting and acts as a dinner and desert. On the TV plays our favorite movie: the 1954 classic Sabrina starring Audrey Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart. That film always made me feel special. I always felt a kinship to Sabrina, like her and I were on the outside sitting up in our tree watching the rest of the world be lovley. Sally sits right next to me: pigtails tie her shoulder length hair back and her feet are propped up on the coffee table. She yawns and leans her head in the crook my neck. At one point she gets up to put the dishes away and comes back with a small lavender colored bag.

"Happy birthday!" She says as she skips over to me and rejoins me on the couch. I take it from her, pull away the small blotch of tissue paper and take out the present. It's a cardboard rectangle and attached and six gorgeous hair clips. They are made of metal and are the kind that I've seen in antique shops. On each of them is a beautiful sparkly metal butterfly and on some of them were thin strings of crystals fastened to the point where the butterfly meets the clip. There were two of each colour: lavender purple, sunset orange and sage green.

"Thank you. Really, they're beautiful. I love them." I awed and pressed my palm to my heart.

"I saw them in the market and thought of you. I know it isn't much though."

"Its more than enough. I'll wear them every day."

We kept talking for a little longer but I started to feel the haziness seep back into my psyche. We say our goodnights and I make my way upstairs. I change from my nightgown-like dress and into my real nightgown, it's cotton and somehow even less detailed than the previous dress. I put the locket back in the tin, which I have placed on my bedside table. In the bathroom ajacent to my bed, I wash my face and brush out my hair with my boar bristle brush. I stare back at my tooth brush and contemplat whether or not I have the will to brush my teeth. I decide to, becuase it is my birthday after all. With that thought I grab the metal tin of Nivea cream from under the sink and aply it to my skin liberally. I sigh and turn on the turn table on the desk next to the bathroom door. The record playing is Al Bowly's Greatest Hits, it comforts me in the night. Crawling into bed I flick on the stained glass lamp that hangs directly above my bed. I shut my eyes but my thoughts are too rampant to rest. Tomorrow it won't be my birthday and life will stay the same. I wish I could have had a party, but how would I? The two close friends I do have are studying abroad, I write them letters from time to time. And I haven't been close to my extended family for a couple of years- since the funeral. Eventually the mix of crickets and the gentle hum of "Midnight the Stars and You" lull me to rest and I dream of nothing but white doves and sparkly butterflies.

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Thank you for reading! I really do appreciate it. I was thinking of making a tag list for this series but I'm not sure if anyone would want to be on it so comment or dm if you would want to be on it.

Take care of yourself!

Love, Cece

#fanfiction #oc #josh kiszka #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka x oc #greta van fleet #the virgin suicides #twilight #oc story #romance #cottagecore

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william-scott77 · 1 year ago

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Trippy Treats Magic shrooms chocolate bars

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degrees-of-fuck · 1 year ago

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Canon Clara Timeline #2: Clara Begins Her Eldritch Downfall I Assume

That’s right we’re continuing this. Previously, Clara was abducted by Eden while looking for mushrooms and managed to convince her to let her leave for a day at a time.

This time:

Currently, Clara’s been completely skating by on payments, barely having enough every week. Her first big plant sale seems to have helped a lot, in that she’s broken £1000 for the first time by quite a margin. Woo!

She won the science fair easily (well... Not that easy if you consider she got abducted about it, but she had a 100% chance of winning, so like... WAS it worth it? I’ll leave that up to you.

She’s currently working up the nerve to uh. Strip behind a tree for money. She fully intends to do it, don’t get me wrong. It’s just. ... Hard. She’s not there yet.

Upon coming home after getting a bunch of money, she saw Kylar in her room, huffing bedsheets. She... Hardly knows Kylar at this point. Like. Politely chats and waves to them sometimes. That’s it. She just... Walked away and waited for him to go. Any doubt of Kylar being creepy is now Gone.

Clara, having a bit of money, checked out the Hookah parlour. Because... Yeah, she would. She had a bad, eldritch trip, buuuut I got awareness and willpower out of it - and I particularly want to grind willpower for Clara, quietly stubborn fucker that she is, so she’ll probably be back. She’s a fucking lovecrafitan horror protagonist that goes mad because she MUST UNDERSTAND, I’m telling you.

After that, she went to the farms for the first time! Idk, I’ve been wanting to check them out and get to know Alex better and she seems like the PC for the job. Clara gave Alex a vague answer about where she lives, doubting it would really come up.

Upon returning, she met Landry. ... This will be important later. : ) Whitney was also at the bar that day. Clara snuck out lol

At school, Clara discovered Kylar’s shrine! It’s ALL coming out, huh. She didn’t want to confront him - as that seems dangerous, so she just walked away.

Clara continues to eat lunch with Robin daily - and then spend the rest of lunch time with Sydney. In one of my RPs, we ended up having Clara be kind of an assistant librarian on certain days of the week, even without them being together and I like that thought. It’s not in the game, but I might keep that in the Canon Clara Timeline, too...

Clara found someone on stimulants in the hall! Clara did what any good sane person would do and uh... Yeah, she didn’t do shit. She just got that free bit of insight and called it a day.

Someone at the office tried to forcibly strip her. Last time this happened, she lost her clothes - and she can’t exactly fight, so with much difficulty and truly infuriating that person in the process, she managed to make them cum while holding onto her skirt. Ultimately, she had to take them off anyway, but she did get them back...

Clara is beginning to have feelings about Eden, having to see her so much. It’s... Scary. But she doesn’t have the shortcut through the woods yet making the trip too long for a short visit to make sense - and even holding her visits off as much as she feels safe doing so, she can’t hide too long. It’s... A lot.

When she got back to the orphanage, Clara saw Robin had sold her console. It Begins.

Clara met the panty freak! Woo! She uh... Sure does need the money (especially seeing as she’s gonna be paying for Robin too, soon) and frankly, she needs the stealing practice.

After that, Clara had her first sex for money, thinking of it being just a one off so she could buy Robin a new console without it being an issue for her wallet. : ) Just a one-off. Once again, barely protected her virginities. I wanna save them for named characters!!! However, she made the guy quite annoyed in the process and didn’t make very good money... Better get more skilled, huh...

Clara went to watch a movie with Robin, thinking she might want some entertainment, without her games. Clara likes horror, but Robin really didn’t seem in the mood for it, so they watched a romance movie. Clara... Wasn’t really into this one, but Robin was super engrossed, so mission accomplished.

“ You listen to Robin talk about the film. She enjoyed it more than you, and her delight is infectious. Maybe it wasn't so bad. “

This is so cute...

Sydney wrote on Clara’s arm intentionally for the first time. With all the times people have written degrading stuff on her, including Eden - the person she’s currently having shameful feelings about, having a nice thing written on her both activated certain brain neurons and felt bizarre in its niceness. Anyway, Clara was quite a bit more flustered than she looked, there. I like to picture her tugging at her shirt to see her shoulder and smiling at it time to time before she washed it off.

Clara got her week of freedom!! Wooooooo

And then shortly after, got the masseuse job! Pretty fuckin early too, from my experience. All that jacking people off to keep their dicks away from her holes, y’see...

#The Canon Clarabelle Timeline

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estatedekho04 · 15 days ago

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Commercial Plots: Ideal for setting up shops, offices, or other business ventures.

Agricultural Land: Great if you're thinking about farming or just want a vast piece of land to brag about.

Factors to Consider

When scouting for open plots, it’s essential to have your checklist handy. Here are a few things to tick off:

Location: Proximity to main roads, schools, and hospitals.

Size: Ensure the plot size fits your needs.

Legalities: Check for clear titles and necessary approvals.

Soil Quality: Especially if you’re considering agricultural use.

Let me share a funny story here. A friend once bought a plot without checking the soil quality. Turns out, it was perfect for growing... stones! Needless to say, his farming dreams didn’t quite take off.

Why Invest in Open Plots in Hyderabad?

Booming Real Estate Market

Hyderabad’s real estate market is hotter than a summer day in Telangana. With the IT boom, influx of professionals, and increasing urbanisation, the demand for land is skyrocketing. Investing in open plots in Hyderabad now is like finding a golden ticket in a chocolate bar.

Diverse Opportunities

Hyderabad offers diverse opportunities, from luxury residential plots to bustling commercial zones. Whether you’re looking to build a chic home or a swanky office, the city has got you covered.

Connectivity and Infrastructure

One of Hyderabad’s biggest selling points is its connectivity. With well-maintained roads, metro lines, and the Rajiv Gandhi International Airport, getting around is a breeze. Plus, the city’s infrastructure development is impressive, ensuring that even the outskirts like Sangareddy are well-connected.

Comparing Open Plots in Sangareddy and Other Areas of Hyderabad

Price Comparison

Here’s a handy table comparing the average price of open plots in different areas of Hyderabad:

Area

Average Price (Per.sq.ft)

Sangareddy

₹2,500

Gachibowli

₹7,000

Banjara Hills

₹10,000

Shadnagar

₹3,000

Kukatpally

₹6,500

As you can see, Sangareddy offers more bang for your buck compared to the more developed areas.

Future Prospects

Sangareddy: With ongoing developments, prices are expected to rise.

Gachibowli: Already a tech hub, prices are stable but high.

Banjara Hills: Premium area with little scope for further price rise.

Shadnagar: Emerging area with good potential for growth.

Kukatpally: Established residential area with moderate growth prospects.

How to Choose the Right Plot

Define Your Purpose

Residential: Focus on proximity to schools, hospitals, and shopping areas.

Commercial: Look for areas with high footfall and easy accessibility.

Agricultural: Ensure good soil quality and water availability.

Budget Planning

Set a budget and stick to it. It’s easy to get carried away, but remember, you don’t want to end up eating Maggi for months because you overspent on your plot.

Seek Professional Help

Hiring a real estate agent can be beneficial. They have the local knowledge and can guide you through the legalities. Plus, they can help you avoid the pitfall of buying a ‘stone-growing’ plot.

Final Thoughts

Investing in open plots in Sangareddy, Hyderabad, can be a smart move. The area offers a blend of tranquility and growth potential, making it ideal for both home buyers and investors. Remember to do your homework, consider your purpose, and plan your budget. And most importantly, have fun in the process. After all, finding the perfect plot is like finding the perfect partner; it should feel just right.

So, happy plot hunting! May your land be fertile, your neighbours friendly, and your investment fruitful. And remember, every great story starts with a piece of land and a dream.

Visit estatedekho.com for more information about Open Plots for Sale in Sangareddy Hyderabad Telangana. Estatedekho is an online platform that offers sellers, potential clients, buyers verified plots, and professional agents at service.

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Top 10 Emerging Food and Beverage Trends to Watch in 2024

Grocery stores, restaurants, bars, caterers, and other sub-sectors are all part of the massive food trends and beverage business. Despite constantly shifting customer tastes and emerging difficult problems, the sector keeps developing and adapting.

Top 10 Emerging Food and Beverage Trends to Watch in 2024

Consumer tastes are always changing when it comes to food and drink. Plant-based diets and non-dairy milk are two trends that gained popularity a few years ago and are still in vogue today. However, a sizable segment of the market is also open to trying out novel tastes and components. Additionally, more individuals than ever before are concerned about the sustainability and health advantages of food. The top ten Food trends 2024 and 2025 are shown below.

The Market for Alternative Milk Changes

Vegans are no longer the only ones who can consume plant-based milks. Nowadays, many customers are filling their refrigerators with a variety of milks, including cashew, flax, and oat.

Customers who are concerned about sugar are drawn to natural sweeteners.

In recent years, health professionals have been quite critical of America's over-reliance on white sugar. According to three-quarters of American customers, they wish to cut back on or stay away from sugar.

People start using specialty mushrooms as a meat substitute.

Over the last ten years, sales of mushrooms have increased by over 20%. The most current report from the Mushroom Council says so. According to their data, about 270 million pounds of mushrooms are sold annually in grocery shops.

Cold Brew Coffee in the Store and at Home

Although coffee has long been a popular beverage, cold brew coffee has become increasingly popular in recent months. For up to 24 hours, coarsely ground coffee is steeped in cold water to make this kind of coffee.

Unexpected Foods and Drinks Incorporate Spice

Spice isn't just for the few customers who dare to try it anymore. A significant percentage of consumers, particularly millennial and Gen Zers, are displaying an increasing preference for spicy dishes; half of these generations say they frequently purchase hot sauces and would want to see a wider selection of hot sauce alternatives.

Chocolate Made from Plants Becomes Popular

The market for vegan chocolate is expected to expand at a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of above 10% until 2032. That year, it’s worth may reach $2 billion. According to a recent poll, over 40% of customers are interested in plant-based chocolates, indicating their growing popularity.

Adding Buckwheat to Cookies, Crackers, and Bread

Oats and quinoa are often two of the best choices for gluten-free grains. However, buckwheat is gaining popularity.

Customers Add Pickles to Almost Everything

GrubHub saw a boom in pickles in 2023. In 2023, pickle-focused product orders increased by 89%. That was over seven million pickles!

Consumers Select Healthy Drinks

Without accounting for e-commerce transactions, grocery store sales of functional beverages—drinks made with substances that have particular health benefits—amount to $1.2 billion annually.

Sustainability Concerns Fuel Demand for Alternative Seafood trends

The market for plant-based seafood trends is expanding quickly. According to 2023 research, the market value may increase until 2032 at a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of above 30%.

Plant-Based Food: Expanding Beyond Meat Alternatives

With health concerns and climate change on the horizon, Health-conscious consumers are increasingly choosing plant-based food substitutes. Animal components are not included in plant-based eco-friendly foods, which include a variety of plant products. Innovative meat substitutes like Beyond Meat and Impossible Foods, as well as tofu, tempeh, and seitan, replicate the flavor and consistency of animal flesh.

The Growth of Seafood Based on Plants

Plant-based seafood substitutes made from algae, seaweed, or other plant materials.

Dairy-Free Innovations: Not Just Alternatives to Milk

Dairy substitutes include ice creams, yogurts, cheeses, and plant-based milks (almond, soy, oat, etc.).

Functional Beverages: Health Benefits in Every Sip

Restoring energy, staying hydrated, improving mental and physical performance, and preventing joint pain are all facilitated by functional sports drinks.

Growth of CBD-Infused Drinks

The market for CBD beverages is expanding internationally as a result of growing knowledge of the health advantages of CBD products. Drinks with CBD are thought to be a natural treatment for a number of illnesses. Numerous medical disorders, including pain, anxiety, diseases of the central nervous system, epilepsy, and many more, are thought to be treated by CBD-infused drinks.

Adaptogenic Drinks: Boosting Energy and Relaxation

Herbs, roots, and other plant materials (such as mushrooms) are known as adaptogens, and they aid in stress management and the recovery of equilibrium following a stressful event. Adaptogens are taken by people as herbal supplements in the form of capsules, teas, or powder that may be added to soups, smoothies, and other dishes.

Any type of stress, including hormonal, emotional, physical, and even stress related to food and drink, affects the body's systems. The hypothalamic-pituitary-adrenal (HPA) axis, which starts your body's stress response and is crucial for maintaining bodily balance, is thought to interact with adaptogens, according to experts.

Alternative Proteins: Beyond Soy and Pea

Although meat, fish, and dairy products are often thought of as great providers of protein, there are many other foods that might help us reach our protein intake goals. The most widely consumed beans in the world are soy and pea, which is also the plant used to make the majority of foods with alternative protein. However, soy and pea are not the only options.

Insect Protein Gaining Popularity

A viable substitute for conventional protein sources like meat, chicken, and fish, insects are high in protein, vitamins, minerals, and vital fatty acids. At a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 33.4%, the worldwide insect protein market is expected to reach USD 3.3 billion by 2027.

Lab-Grown Meat: A New Era for Protein

Even though it is still in its infancy, lab-grown meat appears to be a promising alternative technology for producing animal-derived proteins and making customarily animal-based products available with much less or no animal involvement.

Food Innovation through Biotechnology

Food innovation in biotechnology is the process of enhancing Global food culture to make it safer, healthier, and tastier by using live organisms or their byproducts.

The following innovations are revolutionizing the food industry:

Functional Foods: Biotechnology has made it possible to produce functional foods, which provide health advantages beyond simple sustenance.

Genetically Modified Crops (GM): Although GM crops are controversial, there is no denying their influence on sustainability and food security.

New Preservation Techniques: Biotechnology has brought out new techniques for Global food culture preservation, such as using microbes and enzymes to organically increase food items' shelf life without the need of chemical preservatives.

Alternative Food Production: As the world's population grows and environmental concerns rise, biotechnology is being employed to provide sustainable packaging alternatives to traditional meat production, such as lab-grown beef and plant-based meat replacements.

Conclusion:

The food and beverage sector is booming with innovative ideas as 2024 approaches. Customers are more experimental and health-conscious than ever before, thanks to plant-based substitutes and creative drinks. Businesses may stay current and satisfy their Health-conscious consumers' changing needs by keeping an eye on these developments. Accepting these adjustments promotes a more sustainable future in addition to progress.

FAQ:

How is sustainability influencing the food and beverage industry?

Sustainability influences consumer preferences and business practices, driving demand for plant-based products, eco-friendly food packaging, and ethical sourcing.

What are functional beverages, and why are they popular?

Functional drinks provide hydration and energy improvements, among other health advantages. They are well-liked for encouraging convenience and well-being.

How is AI impacting the food and beverage industry?

Supply chain efficiency is increased, marketing is personalized, and food safety is improved through improved data analysis and quality control thanks to AI in food industry.

What role does alternative protein play in 2024 food trends?

Alternative proteins—such as lab-grown meat and insects—are becoming more and more popular as wholesome, sustainable ways to satisfy the world's expanding protein needs outside of conventional farming.

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