#patata fic

[empressofmankind]

CROCTOBER 11/31 ‐ "Polaroids"

“Di patata !”

The camera flash blinded them as Crocodile and Shivs broke their kiss. Caimen laughed as the polaroid camera printed the photo, shaking it to develop it faster. Crocodile blinked the smudges out of his sight as Shivs rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Damn it, Cai! I can’t see! What do you think you’re doing?” Shivs snapped, though Caimen ignored her irritation as she examined the photograph. “Aww, it’s blurry! Can we try again? You can almost see his tongue down your throat.”

From @tiredemomama her fic of the same name

Inktober masterpost

[jaywalkingermine]

New prompt idea for a last Legacy fic : Cooking specifically tortilla de patatas with Sage Lesath after a day of collecting rocks on the beach.

[rowan-r-ridley]

Haii!! :3

Have you read any fanfictions lately? What are some that you are reading right now that you enjoy?

Hiii~, I haven't really had that much time to read fanfics lately ajsjs.

I tried to read one in my free time (it was a deathboots) but I couldn't continue it unfortunately because it made me feel uncomfortable that they mixed or confused Mexlcan culture with Spanish culture xD (they ate tacos in Pamplona, instead of, I don't know.... A good patatas bravas or a chuleton a la brasa, something more Spanish, I think even when they did spanglish they did it using Mexican slang instead of Spanish slang), it sounds silly, but it made me a little uncomfortable xD.

But anyway, if you know of a good fic let me know 👀✨

[snowandwolves]

lengthy ask anon here - i am currently freezing bc holy shit what is going on in the states rn negative degree weather sucks. also! i had to change my alarm and there was a windchime option which made me cackle lol

i hope this week is less stressful! and yes, therapy is the answer to everything lol well that, and the beautiful images you put in our heads bc the image of bea planning a surprise birthday party (and being huffy at her imperfect cake that ava thinks is perfect) my heartttt

speaking of cold - just how cold does it get in that town? curious if you came across that in your research

i love the thought you put in to choosing patatas bravas! does bea have a favorite food? also does she have a favorite food amongst ava's repertoire?

i was rereading and in chap 3, ava asks bea if she's ever been arrested (i still love the fact that she got into a bar brawl lol) but has ava ever been arrested??

also in chap 5 (storm scene, my beloved!), bea asks ava what she's afraid of (and hard agree, cockroaches - the flying ones esp - are fucked up) but what's bea afraid of?

do you have a favorite pun from the lighthouse au?

i'm gonna go make hot chocolate, too cold for iced hot chocolate but i will pretend i'm somewhere warm enough to have that. sending you good vibes and uneventful days!

me [living in a tropical country]: negative degree weather 🥺

hi lengthy ask anon, i have no idea how long it’s been 💀 lost all concept of time the moment 2024 decided to press fast forward akdbskd but i’m alive and still happy to answer questions!

1. negative 20s if i remember correctly! i had no idea how to write that kind of weather so i set it in… spring 😂 which is when i also started writing it. had to bookmark the weather of the location lmao

2. i tried to pinpoint a favorite food for bea, but i made myself sad doing it skdbs cos i was trying to go back to her childhood and then went “wouldn’t the food be tasteless if she’s having meals alone or with a family like that?” 😭 why am i like this 😭 but as for ava’s menu, i’d say she’s partial to anything they can make together because,,, soft gay lmao so nothing too complicated bec bea in the kitchen is a disaster waiting to happen. omelettes? bacon and waffles? literally anything even a 7-year-old can help with 💀

3. FOR STREAKING DEFINITELY 😭 dunno why but it’s the first thing that popped in my head

4. skin-deep level? worms probably. just because they wriggle and because she absolutely hates accidentally touching them 💀 soul-deep level? rejection. too many times from too many people just sows that in you ajdhsjd also storm scene, also my beloved, i waited so long to write that [sigh]

5. i was gonna say “legen-dairy” before realizing that’s a whole other fic (i’m fine obviously) but for lighthouse au, i think “it shore is bea-utiful” just because it was an all-in-one 😂

[lifts my mug of lukewarm coffee bec it’s too hot to drink boiling liquid] cheers lengthy ask anon. i hope the hot chocolate was warm and sweet 🥹 and i hope you’ve been having a good month!!!

[lmk-6earm4c-au-blog]

Indie ShadowPlay Presents:

A Pinned Post!

hey y’all :D this is a sideblog for a lmk au me and some anons developed in my main blog @fluffypotatey called the 6EarM4c au

it’s an au where instead of seeking direct revenge, Macky uses art as his vengeful medium to tell his side of the story (through YouTube and then gains a cult following). all au story telling will be made through fandom posts either by myself or submissions (tagged #unreality). so think of it as an epistolary genre or a multimedia fic

if you wish to contribute…..YOU CAN!!! either submit a post through submissions or send me an ask :D

submissions: please read the submission guidelines before making a post! this will be the au’s equivalent of an in-story dashboard

asks: i will be treating asks as if they are transcripts or screenshots of other social medias. so, think of how we have a lmk blog that’s just reposting stuff from lmk twt, yeah?

reblog: anything i reblog here will be from a character inside the universe. basically a self-insert but mostly because it’s easier for me to keep track of her that way lol

tags i’ll be using in this blog:

#unreality & #lmk 6EarM4c au = exactly what it means, not real, and should be an in-universe post

#not in-story = like the title says, post will be out of universe. prob announcements

#6EarM4c bts = posts made by Macky or his production crew (which will be MK)

#ispp q&a spoilers = fandom postings about in-story q&a’s from Macky

#hakuna_patatas character tag = all reblogs or post with this tag are posts being reacted by my AU character, Patatas (full name Patatas Bravas /j)

anyway, i’ll be editing this post throughout, but that’s all i have to say rn 🤷🏻‍♀️

🔥🔥🔥WELCOME TO THE ISPP 🔥🔥🔥

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🦀 Es la hora del cangrejo 🦀

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[patrywoso]

Hey lovely girl, I’m sorry that you’re still working today, and three more hours! Good luck girl!

I’m probably not gonna catch a cold or fall sick, my body only picks bad times to be sick and it isn’t really a bad time rn. Funny story, since I started following your writing, I’ve been coincidentally sick every time you drop a fic. If that ewa pajor fic comes out in the next two days I might just fall ill.

Ooh paella, I’ve only eaten it once in my life (crime I know). If I ever visit Spain I’ll be sure to try it again! I don’t think I’ve eaten tortilla de patatas sorry. I’m not very adventurous in my eating. I don’t really have a favourite meal, as a student my diet is usually whatever the school serves or what my crappy kitchen skills manage to make. If I had to pick food to live on maybe bread oats and rice. I eat a lot of bread, like as a snack and a meal so that would be the most likely one. Usually I put some jam inside then experiment with cutting the bread into different shapes. As a kid my mom would ask me how I wanted it sliced and I would come up with the most ridiculous shape. Once I asked for a cat and she actually had a cat cookie cutter she used to cut the bread. I miss having my parents make me actually good food, now that I’m on my own and relying on my own skills I realise that I am not built to be a housewife (unless a pretty girl needs one in that case I can always learn)

What sports did you play growing up/ currently darling? I swear I read somewhere that you played basketball but maybe I’m hallucinating. Also I just realised you said three more hours of work left to go??? Why are you working so late in the evening on a weekend? Is work just being an ass again? Hope tomorrow goes better darling, less work more rest more time to yourself. Love you, goodluck for the next few hours, xoxo

Hey sweetheart, thank you for the good luck wishes, i’ll need them because work has been a nightmare lately. But hey, once this is done, it’s one less thing on my plate.

And about your cooking, if you ever need a break from experimenting in the kitchen, come over to mine, and let me take care of you. I’m a really good cook, and I’d gladly whip up a tortilla de patatas for you. It’s super simple, just potatoes, onion, and eggs. You’d love it, trust me.

As for basketball, you’re absolutely right, I used to play growing up and even went pro for two years. Unfortunately, a car accident ended that chapter of my life, but I’m grateful for all the memories it gave me. Now, it’s all about work, which, as you guessed, is absolutely insane right now. I have so much to do in so little time, and with all the traveling coming up, I’m barely keeping up. It’s exhausting, but I’ll get through it somehow.

Also, I love that you tell me stories about yourself, they’re the highlight of my days lately. Your bread-cutting adventures are adorable, and I think it’s sweet how creative you’ve always been, even with food. If it makes you feel better, no one’s born a housewife, but you’re such a thoughtful person that I think you’d be amazing at anything you set your mind to (especially for a pretty girl who deserves it).

I hope you don’t fall sick with this next fic drop because I’d feel terribly responsible and it's coming out tomorrow most likely.

Take care of yourself, darling, and remember I’m rooting for you always. Love you.

[il-papa-patata]

Come into My Heart

Mary and Swiss have a good fuck at the end of a long day.

(Established Mary/Swiss, Mary is Special Ghoul AU, smut with feelings, creampies, pwp)

Rated Explicit/18+

Cut for space and content

He'd told Terzo he wanted Swiss to nut in him, but like, emotionally.

The man has squinted at him, lips pulling into a grimace, and asked him if he was still high or something.

No, he wasn't high. And however weirdly put, it was a sincere desire of Mary's, though hard to exactly quantify. It's not like he could actually tell Swiss to nut in his heart, and it's not like he could give directions on how to get there, but-

Well, Swiss is kind of getting there on his own right now.

It's at the end of a long day. An early morning, waking up to a cool summer sunrise where the air was clean and fresh, they showered together (which was totally just practical, although having Swiss' big hands sudsing him up was the kind of torture he'd happily submit to for eternities), a light breakfast of leftover pastries from Aether (who's been on a baking stint), band practice and a mass and an early dinner together with everyone at some local restaurant, the plates flying and laughter burbling out of everyone, tips and critiques and praises swapped as they tucked into the food. And when they had gotten back, Swiss had pulled him against the door and kissed him for a good long while, these gentle presses of lips and teeth and tongue to his face and neck and shoulder, and grinned at him, saying “I missed you.”

They had a good night in – Swiss put on their favorite record, they had stripped out of their vestments, gotten into their sleep clothes, and cuddled close on the couch, talking about everything and nothing all at once.

At some point he had crawled into Swiss's lap, kissing him. Swiss had agreed, pulling Mary into him by his waist, roving those big wonderful hands along his skin, pulling off the sleep shirt and starting to nip and lick at that exposed skin. Mary had watched Swiss kiss him – soft and reverent, quiet in the still of their apartment (and it was theirs now) – and had thought if I could fall more in love with this man I would.

Swiss had picked him up – one arm, so strong, strength that was always gentle without being patronizing – and taken him into their bedroom, settled him across the sheets, told him that he wanted to fuck him until he was brainless from it.

Which is exactly what he's doing.

Slow, soft – but not gentle, not really. Swiss takes his time, lingers over each piece of Mary's skin, each turn of his joints and each smooth expanse of his skin. He nips and nibbles, licks and laves. Mary settles into the bed, arching into the touches that come.

“Pretty thing,” Swiss murmurs.

Swiss's big hands smooth warmth into places – his thighs, first, coming up under his ass to pull him closer, down towards the edge of the bed, then to smooth against the divot in his upper arm, down to his hand where their fingers lace gently. He pulls off Mary's sleep pants with one hand (and some help from Mary's free hand) and nestles his cock against Mary's, bending down so that their foreheads touch.

“How do you want it, pretty thing?”

“Mm,” Mary murmurs, “In your lap.”

“Edge of the bed or up by the pillows?”

“The edge.”

Swiss laughs, pressing a kiss beside his nose.

They part, resettling – Swiss goes for the little box of stuff they have, trying to grab a condom, but Mary shakes his head. Just lube is fine. Swiss nods, sits along his side of the bed, coos compliments as Mary gets up over his lap.

Swiss drizzles a bit of lube onto his fingers, settling his cheek against Mary's shoulder, presses his finger against him. Mary tenses – he's done this so many times but Swiss's touch is so gentle and tender that it feels new -- shudders a breath, and dips his head against his chest.

“Okay?” he murmurs.

“It's fine.”

“Just relax,” Swiss murmurs, “I've got you.”

One finger – Mary groans softly, nuzzles his nose against Swiss' hair, leaning into him. After a moment, a second – Swiss's other hand holds his hip, spreading him open a little more. A third, slicking in and out of him slowly, and Mary shudders again, holding Swiss even closer.

Slow left so much time for thinking – for emotions and love and desperation to worm in and demand place, for the fragile-tender part of him to sigh in relief, for the man who needed touch and warmth and tenderness to weep. Slow was worse, and better, with someone like Swiss, who he can lean into like this and who supports him, who doesn't laugh when Mary whines softly against his hair.

“You're ready?” Swiss murmurs against his neck, ghosting lips against it.

“Mm.”

Swiss guides him down.

Swiss is kind of a big guy, but he's used to the stretch by now. There's no pain involved, just a tightness. The pleased little sigh Swiss lets out is worth it.

Swiss doesn't push, or press – he just rests his hands on Mary's hips and waits for him, smiling up at him.

Mary starts slow, a shift of his hips, rising up and settling back. Swiss guides him along, slipping a hand along his spine, arching his back.

That's different. Swiss starts to roll his hips up into Mary, their stomachs shifting against each other. Mary always wants more- wants to cling to Swiss, touch him, touch him more and more. There was this carnivorous thing to consume him, become one and the same. It was nice to cling, but it was even nicer when Swiss pulls him close himself, losing the edges of himself in Swiss.

Swiss groans softly, smoothing his other hand down the hair at Mary's nape. Even just the way his breath comes, hot and heavy – just hearing that winds Mary up, feeling the way their stomachs press against each other with each deep breath.

Mary moves faster, the effort of bouncing too much when he's just chasing sensation, the deepness of Swiss, the head of his cock pushing against him in a way that makes him drool. Swiss balances it out, shifts Mary's hips with his firm, strong hands. Pulls him in close, like he's trying to push deeper.

Mary's head swims with it. The closeness, the feeling of him. Swiss's hand drags down from Mary's nape to his cock, smoothing his thumb along the underside of it and forcing a moan from Mary's throat.

“Ungh, yes, right there,” he whispers, Swiss ghosting his lips over Mary's pulse.

They rock together, Mary bonelessly grinding down of Swiss, Swiss rutting up into Mary, Mary's mouth going a mile a minute and muttering complete nonsense.

“So nice, so nice,” he mutters, limply gripping onto Swiss's arms, “Feels so good inside me, Switzy, s-so good.”

It's like he's dissolving where their skin meets – it's just- this closeness, the fact Swiss knows him, knows his body, paid attention to his body, treats him with care. Treats the person inside the body just as well, will no doubt smile when he lays them back on the bed, will ask if it was alright, will smooth gentle fingers over his cheeks and kiss them.

“Unh, Switzy,” he moans, flicking his hips against that insistent craving, against the way his skin sparks and shimmers, “Gonna- oh, I'm gonna come-”

“Yeah,” Swiss groans, nibbling a few quick, fluttering bites along his neck, up to his ear, before coming away to watch with hooded eyes.

Mary shifts a few more times, bracing himself on Swiss's arms, before his climax peaks and he's coming over Swiss's stomach.

“Shit,” Swiss groans, clenching his jaw, “So tight.”

“Come inside me,” Mary moans, drifting on the warmth and friction of Swiss's cock inside him, “Come in me, please, I want you-”

Swiss presses his lips against Mary's, silencing him as Swiss rolls his hips against Mary's, hitting up into him unevenly. He clenches his teeth again, hissing out a breath, brow knitting, before coming with a stuttering breath.

Mary shudders at the warmth that fills him, at Swiss's groan he presses into his shoulder, pulling Mary so close into him. Mary slings his arms around Swiss's shoulders, kisses him, their bodies a tangle of limbs – no way to tell from feeling where one of them begins and where the other ends.

Swiss pants. Mary forgets about breathing for a few moments, until Swiss's nice fingers drag along his ribs, as if coaxing the breath out of him.

Mary comes away first, head lolling back. It's dizzy, feverish, like the comedown of some upper, but Swiss's hands running gentle paths along his chest soothe him.

“Ooh,” Swiss groans, “Wow.”

He has the same kind of bleary-dizzy look Mary's sure must be on his own face. He licks his lips, shaking his head a bit. It's cute.

“Maybe we didn't plan enough,” Swiss mumbles, reaching for his shirt and settling it next to them. In a smooth motion, he rolls Mary onto it, his cock still inside.

“'s gonna ruin your shirt.” Mary's mouth is full of cotton, and his brain's turned to marshmallow, but there's a certainty in his heart when Swiss pulls out anyway.

Mary moans. He's always been kind of addicted to the feeling of pulling out – how Swiss's cockhead scrapes against orgasm-tender flesh, the feeling of finality and the chance Swiss might slip in again – but it's kind of even better with Swiss's come dripping out of him. It's lewd in all the right ways.

“We should shower,” Swiss murmurs, wrapping an arm around Mary's waist.

“Nh,” Mary groans, “I wanna cuddle.”

Swiss laughs, “You're gonna feel gross.”

“'m not gonna feel gross. I like your come in me.”

Swiss swallows, bites his lip. Mary grins, leaning in close.

“I like feeling like you're still inside me,” he teases, “Like I belong to you.”

Swiss's pretty silver eyes turn white hot for just a moment, shimmering with want.

It's kinda rare to see it, but it turns Mary on every time when he looks like that. He considers asking Swiss to fuck him again, to fill him up even more.

But Swiss just chuckles and kisses him gently, politely licking against his lips. Mary giggles unevenly, relaxes into it.

As carefully as they can, Swiss and he maneuver up to the pillows, Mary mindful of how he moves so he doesn't get the bed dirty, laying down on his stomach. They're in each other's places, but it's fine for one night, and it's fine when Swiss cuddles him up into his chest.

Mary sighs, holding him close and kissing him gently.

“You know, I told Terzo I wanted you to nut in me emotionally.”

Swiss laughs, “Oh yeah?”

“Think you did it,” he grins, “And I didn't even have to tell you to.”

Swiss smiles up at him, softly. Tucks a loose piece of hair behind his ear. “I have a pretty good guess of what you like, now.”

Mary smiles, a sudden giddiness riding through him. It's never been this easy with someone, and here Swiss was, knowing what he likes, what he needs. He throws his arms around Swiss's chest, laughing like he was drunk, and when Swiss hugs him back, laughing too, maybe he is.

Sleep comes easily, when Swiss starts running his hand down Mary's back in slow arcs. In the morning, they'll shower (together, for convenience, and Mary probably will complain about Swiss's come dripping down his thighs) and have breakfast (leftovers from dinner) and will probably part ways for the rest of the morning, but not before kissing each other at the threshold of the door and telling each other to have a good day.

And Mary's happy about it. He really is.

[rozcdust]

She’s so mean

Pairing: Kokonoi Hajime x f!reader

Genre: Crack, SMAU

Word count: More pretty pictures

Warnings: Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, substance abuse, violence, the reader is tired and a bitch

Synopsis: Koko thinks she’s the best thing ever. She wants to put a boot through his teeth.

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a/n: my apologies for not replying to anyone 🤧 i’m at a birthday party currently and a bit busy, i will get to it as soon as i can! and you guys may get a written chapter soon 🤪 i’m sorry if the pacing of this is off or if my chapters are worse than normal, i’m used to writing my fics a bit rushed so this may be a bit sloppy 🤧🤧

[suzukipc]

Patapon AU :D!!

I wrote a small fic because I had a lot of brainworms for Patapon :D

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Generals Cake the Megapon and Reyne the Megaton battled at Mt. Bakchoi Fort, and they each led a unit of their own. The battle was conclusive, Patapons won again, and so the remaining Zigoton retreated. Reyne had sustained heavy injuries.

Reyne retreated (crawled, really) to Patata Plain, dangerously close to Patapon territory. But she had no other choice. Out in the field was a resting Cake, looking up at the setting sun. Not wishing to battle in such a state, Reyne tries to go back from where she came; but only managed to alert the Patapon general.

"What are you doing here?" Cake approached carefully. Until she noticed Reyne was bleeding profusely. Reyne felt the need to somehow get the first strike in, but found herself being healed by the opposing tribe member instead.

"Huh??" Reyne asked, wary.

"We're on hunting grounds, therefore we cannot fight. These are sacred lands after all!" Cake proclaimed.

Reyne hated the idea of a filthy Patapon helping her, but she rather this than die helpless in enemy territory. That would be no way to go if you're a warrior! "Thanks." She muttered.

"There, all patched up!" Cake smiles at the Zigoton. "You must go, my tribesmen may not show you the same mercy," she helps Reyne up.

"My name is Cake. I'll see you on the battlefield again--" she pauses, urging the other to state her name. "Reyne." she replies.

"I'll see you on the battlefield again, Reyne!" she bids the injured Zigoton adieu.

She gets back to her camp, and was looked after by the tribe. But somehow, she could not stop thinking about the Patapon she met. What an oddball, Reyne thought. She scoffs at the idea that there should be no blood spilled on hunting grounds, when every day their lives are a battle against each other. But it did intrigue her... Perhaps this Cake was just traditional or superstitious like the elders. Whichever way it goes, she desired something... More, one might say.

Reyne finds herself planning another visit to Patata Plain in the next few days.

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Okay that's all LMAO

I like to imagine when Queen Kharma sold her armies to the devil, Reyne's soul got included in the package deal and then she became an Akumapon too TToTT Lots of angst potential !!! But yes that's it for now byeeeee

the akumaton design in question

idk man, Reyne is just rly hot sorry

She would push Cake away because she doesn't want to hurt Cake, but Cake's gonna be like, "we can find a cure somehow!! It'll be okay!!" because she's kind like that but you knoooowwww

[prttydolls]

mutual appreciation post!

back to the celebration <3

yo imma just get right into it, AAAAH Also side note ; if were mutuals and I didn't tag you I only added my moots who I talk to often ;(, I'M SORRY BUT I STILL LOVE U <33

@f4iryluvy

babe you were my first ever follower ever, and first mutual! Although we never interact alot, I always see your pfp always stands out in my inbox. Ily so much<3

@riddlesia

siaa! You are the most sweetest person I've ever met! Even though your probably on another blog I just wanna say ily so much ❣️

@b1ls / @mvdbldd

zara 😒. JKJK- you are a amazing mutual and I love your personality and everything about u n ur blog <3 also I'm incredibly sorry for what I did 😔 pls forgive me 😭 /e cry. Jokes aside ily :')

@sapphxire

ava ily even though we don't talk often🤍 u are honestly so pretty and idk why r u even mutuals with me 😕 I hope you are always doing well <:))

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fio u were like such a huge inspiration to me when I was a small tiny pathetic baby blog 🙄(u still are my inspo) anyways I love u sososoososos much. Everytime I see a butterfly it makes me think of your old url for no reason 💀😭🤍

@elysian-i

belly!! luv u from the very bottom of my heart <3 I always get nervous on sending you asks and stuff cuz I'm such a pussy to talk to you 😭— I love your work, and everything about your blog<33 I hope every cat u encounter will purr lovingly at you

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hi big sis 😁🤞hehe, vi you will always and somehow will be an older sister figure I never had 😭 I legit love when you post your art and I could admire your blog for HOURS!! Ily so much ^_^

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My first mutual who is the same language as me (Filipino)!! :D luv ur themes you always make such cute ones and especially ur fics are so good I deffo reccomend that you should check alexaʼs page <3!! Love ya:]

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[thelaithlyworm]

Word Search

I was tagged by @evilasiangenius in a Word Search Your Fics meme, for TREMBLE, SOFT, and TASTE

SOFT

The van had been driving for hours, the low rumble of the engine not muffled by the sweet, soft love song played at full volume over the speaker. Wu Xie lay in the footwell of the back seats doggedly chewing on his gag and working his wrist and ankles against the zip ties that bound them. He couldn’t see - the bag over his head was too hard to shift - but there was still a little light coming through the weave of the dark cloth.

(from “Beat the Drum Slowly”, the Grave Robbers’ Chronicles)

TASTE

“Fourteen varieties and they can't even get hot, plain tomato soup right!"

We are introduced to Voyager! 

The ship contains cutting-edge organic technology - bioneural gel packs for extra computing. (It is mentioned in V1.11 State of Flux that Voyager replicators, as opposed to other Federation ships, also contain bioneural fibres.) The replicators are functioning as per normal, though Tom Paris complains about the taste.

Food Sourced From: Replicators

Food Served: Replicator standard (hot, plain, tomato soup)

Tech Mentioned: Bioneural gel packs

(from, “Yes, We Have No Patatas! - An Analysis of USS Voyager’s Food Resources and Strategies”, meta, Star Trek Voyager)

TREMBLE (nsfw)

*

After a long, honey-sweet, honey-sticky time you roll on your back. You kicked off your pants a long time ago and so did she, one leg of them still caught on her foot as she twists on the bed. She doesn’t climb on you again, though, but tugs you onto your side to face her, and the act of entering her becomes a mess of tangled limbs and muttered apologies and - coming home - and she is trembling again, or you are, and - warm - and dancing in just the best way and -

(from “Una Viudita”, Star Trek Picard)

*

tagging @procrastinatorproject @foxofninetales  @elenothar  with FLUFF, NIGHT, and EXONERATE

[wrathofthestag]

So I moved to Montreal recently and I’ve read All The Best Parts at least 3 times, so I took a day to go to some of the places you mentioned (Cheskie’s, St. Viateur Bagel, Wilensky’s, Patati Patata) and they were all amazing! The babka was SO GOOD

Jack was so valid accosting Bitty for this..If I lived closer I’d be getting one like every day-

Can’t wait to read the fic again soon so I can really picture it in my head this time!! 💖 (@b1ttle)

Oh my god! This is amazing on so many levels! First of all, I need that babka immediately. I am dreaming about it. Second, I can't believe you are trying the foods/places from the fic. I love that so much! Thanks for taking me along vicariously. 💖😭😍💖🥰

[once-in-a-blue-moon-rising]

La nevera llena

Inspirada por esta obra de arte increíble de @ppaink (y una lista de vocabulario de alimentación, por supuesto) Una marca para @lucykilljoy también - por sus comentarios superútiles de mis últimos fics de español (todos los errores son los míos, nuestra conversación pasó después).

~ -Greg- Mycroft dijo, mientras miro fijo la nevera llena. -Es demasiado. Es una comilona.-

Greg caminó hacia él lentamente, y alcanzó sus brazos a él.

-Amor. No seas pavada.- Él le abrazó cerca. -Necesitas alimentación. Y estaba pasando una huerta y pensé en ti. No comes suficientemente.-

-Como perfectamente bien.-

-Mycroft,- Greg dijo, suavemente. -Sabes que no es la verdad. Quiero apoyarte, pero me tienes que permitir.-

Mycroft suspiró. Greg lo tomó como una señal para seguir.

-Mira,- dijo, y tomó la mano de Mycroft con la suya. -Hay muchas cosas saludables y naturales. Los dueños de los mercados como el uno que encontré quieren vender comida que es de temporada. Hay muchos vegetales. Un poco de ternera, y pavo… y muchos botes así que no necesitas preocuparte que todo va a estropear. Hay las legumbres, el bonito, unas aceitunas…-

Se paró a mirar a Mycroft, y vio el pánico en los ojos. 

-Lo siento,- dijo cuidadosamente. -Yo sé está duro.-

Mycroft asintió con la cabeza. Trataba de evitar los ojos de Greg. Estaba llorando? Dios.

-Quieres que hablemos de algo más? Podemos seguir más tarde.-

Esta vez, Mycroft hablo: 

-Esta bien. Estabas tratando de ser super simpatico y no se por que me pongo nervioso. Estaré bien, lo prometo.-

Greg tomo una pausa, y uso el silencio para frotar su mano a través de la espalda de su marido. 

-Dime que cosa te da más miedo.-

Mycroft tomó un aliento.

-La bollería,- dijo, casi sin moviendo los labios. -Las chuches. Los postres, las tapas - Greg, hay algunas cosas que están conservadas al vacío! Ya sé que las patatas fritas van a estar muy saladas. Es demasiado. Te dije.-

Greg no dijo nada, solo asintió con la cabeza y siguió frotando la espalda de Mycroft mientras respiraba demasiado rápido. Estas conversaciones le doleran su corazón, pero fueron necesarias. Mycroft necesitaba a alguien con quien podría mostrar su lado débil. 

No estuvo cómodo, pero Greg se alegró de la confianza de Mycroft en el mismo todos los días. Esto solo era el primer paso. Y iban a terminar por el final de este camino, juntos.

[enochianspells]

thank you @expectingtofly for tagging me🥺

favorite color: violet (but also green my beloved)

currently reading: autobiography of red by anne carson

last song: please stay by lucy dacus

last series: grace and frankie

sweet, savory, or spicy: sweet (but i’ve been asking myself this same question for years)

craving: a good tortilla de patatas sandwich like the one my friend’s dad uses to make us when i was staying at her place in madrird

tea or coffee: tea absolutely, although i often rely on coffee, especially when i have to study :(

currently working on: a very domestic post-canon fic that was supposed to be funny but ended up being a bit sad as always + a still very vague alternative season 4 fic where j*hn is still alive and sam goes missing after dean comes back

not tagging anyone because as a tumblr newborn i’m still a bit nervous about things like this

[narcissasdaffodil]

(I tried to ask and accidentally uf you sorry lol)

Kitchen and Living Room for Marisol!!! ♥

No problem, thanks so much for the ask! I don’t usually answer these things anywhere near as quickly as I’m doing now, but I’m really bored and trying to avoid writing my next chapter, so these are useful for that purpose. I love getting requests in general anyway x I’m adding in a lot of my own headcanons, there’s two fic verses to take from for her.

Kitchen:

What is the character’s favorite food?

-Her favourite fruit is pineapple, she loves ham and pineapple pizza. Also tortilla de patatas. She likes a lot of traditional Spanish food, she tries to stay in touch with her culture that way. She’s half Spanish but was born in the UK, her dad is a chef so she grew up trying his dishes. She doesn’t have one favourite dish, she has a lot of favourites.

Are they good at cooking? How good/bad?

-She used to help her dad in the kitchen when she was younger, he taught her to cook. Her siblings weren’t interested in the slightest, and she does use cooking as a way to relax. She enjoys it and she’s pretty good, she considered doing it for a career when she was younger, but changed her mind.

Do they leave the dishes out?

-Nope, no way. Marisol always washes up immediately after food and leaves time to do it in the mornings. In first year of uni, she had awful flatmates who did her head in with how messy they were. She even had to clean the kitchen on multiple occasions due to them not being around for kitchen cleaning day.

What kind of food is in their refrigerator?

-She usually sticks to the same sets of meals, she prefers routines when she can. She’s quite a lightweight, so doesn’t have a lot of alcohol around, apart from one bottle of wine. She also has ready meals and leftovers in her fridge, as she tries to batch cook when she’s free.

Do they cook, eat out or get take-away/delivered food more?

-Depends on how tired she is from uni. If she’s swamped with work or tired, she orders a lot of takeaways. She tries to cook when she gets the chance and does enjoy going out for food but doesn’t always have the time.

-When she’s sharing a flat with Astrid, she does all the cooking as Astrid is hopeless in the kitchen. Alecto’s considerably better, but both of them are pretty busy, Alecto being a doctor, so finding time to eat is difficult. It depends on schedules for sure.

Living Room:

How does the character spend weekends?

-Depends on if she’s alone or not, and if she has uni work. She does enjoy staying in and reading. Also does use the weekends to catch up on uni work. She tends to sleep in on the weekends, she usually has to get up at 7am for uni in the week, which isn’t pleasant. She’s not a morning person in the slightest,

-She’d be different with Astrid and Alecto, she’s pretty adaptable so is comfortable with doing what the other person wants. Alecto’s more of a home body like her, and enjoys spending time in the flat with her cat Sadie and Marisol, watching something on TV or just relaxing. Astrid would prefer to go out, whether it would be to a restaurant or clubbing.

What kind of movies does the character watch?

-She doesn’t overly mind, Alecto’s a major film person so she trusts her recommendations.

What do they do with friends?

-She’s pretty isolated in terms of friendship, she only ends up with friends after she got together with Alecto and fit into her group. She has one friend from high school, who she barely talks to any more as they don’t have anything in common, despite both of them deciding to go to the same uni.

-She does go out with Alecto and her friends for coffee a lot. She’s trying to visit as many individual coffee shops as possible, and enlists people in her quest regularly. That’s a fun quest that Alecto helps her with.

-Astrid prefers going out for drinks, whether it’s clubbing or a dingy pub, so she joins Astrid and her friends that way. She’s not too fussed about clubbing though, definitely isn’t her thing.

What’s their favorite pastime?

-Reading for sure. She loves reading, taught herself to read when she was two. She was reading adult books when she was a preteen, and regularly gets through a lot of books per month. She even got through half the dictionary when she got bored once, and this dictionary was a 6 volume 1000 page set, and she read 3 of them before getting bored.

What’s their favorite TV show/film?

-How To Get Away With Murder and Santa Clarita Diet are two of her favourite TV shows. She’s not the kind of person to pick just one favourite, so here’s two.