#plate-of-blins

[spookyowlman]

@plate-of-blins (continued from x)

He looked at her curiously, his eye growing unnaturally and disturbingly large as he kept eyeing her. He was rather surprised to see that this strange girl was not afraid of him at all. And that she seemed to be entirely made out of pancake...

His ears perked up when she mentioned the goat. "Goat, you say?" He turned his head upside down and smiled, his grin looking a bit... unnerving.

"Did... did you happen to see where they went?"

"And... no! I have to admit, I haven't seen anything like you before! Well, I have seen human pancakes, but.... not quite like..... you!" he said, gesturing towards her. He'd usually have to bake them himself.

"Where do you come from?"

[thebrotherscupheadandmugman]

“Nope. Just missed you. It feels like three years since we were able to see each other.” He blushed, steam hearts puffing out his straw. 

(thebrotherscupheadandmugman) Mugman gently takes her by the hand and places a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

@thebrotherscupheadandmugman placed a kiss

Like a traffic light, Blinchik's face light up with red blush. It was a little unexpected, but not unwelcome as evident by her big smile.

"Aw, Mugsy!" She giggled. "You are making me blush! Are you trying to butter me up for something?"

[swordsandholly]

Cherry Bomb - tattoo parlor anthology

MDNI | poly 141 x fem fat reader | masterlist

Part 6: Where…?

The first thing out of your mouth when you wake is a low, discontent groan as your hands fist the blankets around you. Your head and eyes throb. For a good several minutes, you remain completely still - no motivation to move from your semi-comfortable position. You really can’t drink like you used to, huh?

Eventually you work up the courage to crack your eyes open. At least the curtains are closed. The room takes a minute to focus, and the first thing you notice are the incorrectly colored sheets - lacking the usual floral print. You frown, grunting as you sit up. The second thing you notice is the t-shirt and sweatpants you’re currently wearing - not yours and easily a couple sizes too big. They have to belong to someone wide and tall to not be fitted on you. You don’t remember going home with anyone…

You take a moment to look around. It’s a decently sized room with minimal decor. A few art prints line the walls and the closet is in perfect order - separated by type and color. Though, most of it appears to be black. The bed is huge. Tall, too, you realize as you slowly slip your way out of it, nearly tripping on the long fabric of the sweatpants you’ve been dressed in. Glancing at yourself in the small mirror on the wall, you realize your makeup is gone and your hair is braided. There’s a dark wooden dresser and a matching desk with a laptop and sketchbook neatly placed on top. You wander over nosily, squinting down at the book. Oh shit! Oh shit, that’s Simon’s sketchbook. You’d recognize that collection of skull pattered stickers anywhere.

The sound of clinking pans and the scent of bacon slowly registers. Did… did you somehow end up going home with him? There’s no way, right? You remember asking him to dance, you remember him being surprisingly good and… and… that’s about it. On top of the dresser is your outfit from the night before, neatly folded with your bra tucked underneath. Your face heats and you cover your chest.

After a quick self inspection (and a nervous check for condoms in the trash) you decide you’re pretty sure you didn’t fuck anyone. Probably. Hopefully. What happens if you did? Would Simon tell John? Should you tell John? Will it make things awkward? Will he fire you? Oh, you really don’t want to lose this job. It’s the best you’ve ever had and you really, truly love all your boys so much. You press the heels of your hands into your eyes both to soothe the ache in them and to bite back tears.

You’ve always been such a stupid girl.

After giving yourself a few minutes to sit on the bed and properly freak out, flapping your hands in an attempt to get that nervous energy out of your system, you decide it’s time to face the music.

You slip your bralette back on before slowly cracking open the bedroom door. The short hall is mostly shadowed, lights off and the sun drifting in from what you assume is the living room. The door across from you is closed and to your left is a rather nice, spotless bathroom.

You peak your head out into the living room. It’s large and open, flowing into the kitchen as hardwood becomes tile and an island with stools between the two. Simon is the source of the clinking, apparently, moving around the stove like it’s second nature. You suppose you shouldn’t be surprised he can cook - he’s a grown man - but there’s something about the way he arranges the plates, the from-scratch ingredients, that tells you he does actively enjoys it.

It’s cute.

Johnny and Kyle sit on a well loved couch just a few feet from you, both focused on some TV show you don’t recognize. A slow frown forms on your face, turning into shock as the door beside you opens. You nearly jump out of your skin as John appears beside you in a robe and plaid pajama pants.

A soft smile splits his face. “Mornin’, dove.”

“Och, she’s awake!” Johnny grins, throwing an arm over the back of the couch as he turns to face you.

You blink dumbly, head pounding and gut churning as you step closer to stand beside the couch. Without thinking you blurt, “You all… live together?”

“Course.” Kyle pipes up, looking at you as well. As if you were supposed to have known that already.

You melt to the floor in a hungover heap. “Oh, thank god!”

Johnny laughs. “Why thank god?”

“I was so scared I did something stupid…” Your voice cracks as you press your cheek to the cool hardwood. You didn’t fuck anyone, you didn’t embarrass yourself, you were simply taken care of. The relief alone almost makes you want to cry. Though, that’s probably the hangover more than anything.

“Oh, love.” Kyle reaches down to soothe a hand over your hair. “We wouldn’t have done anything like that, yeah?”

You nod.

“Sorry it scared you.” John murmurs, crouching to set a mug of coffee on the floor beside your head. “We didn’t feel comfortable sendin’ y’home alone.”

You nod again, slowly pushing yourself up to grab the mug. The bitter taste of black coffee makes you cringe, but it wakes your system up and seems to push your hangover down to a tolerable level.

“I should go home…” You sigh, not moving a single muscle off the floor where you currently sit.

“Not before you eat somethin’.” Simon calls from the kitchen.

You take the opportunity to look around the living room. The sun has been mostly blocked out by barely cracked curtains. There’s a little bit of each of them in it - artwork scattered across the walls. A few photos - one of John and Simon that looks like the opening of the shop. The leather pride flag sticker stuck on what looks like a toolbox doesn’t escape your notice. Probably John’s. You’ve never seen another man with such well cared for boots and leather coats. Maybe that’s assumptive. There’s a game boy and a PS5 behind the 4K television. Your eyes follow the rather extensive sound system to a massive CD organizer. There’s a short hall on the opposite side of the apartment where you assume the other two rooms are. Everything is so… homey. Comfortable.

“Wait, who’s clothes are these?” You ask suddenly, staring down at the oversized t-shirt and tightly tied sweatpants that pool at your feet awkwardly.

“Mine.” Simon shrugs, setting a plate on the coffee table for you before handing two more off to Johnny and Kyle.

“Comfy.” You hum, eyes zeroing in on the large breakfast in front of you - plate piled high with bacon, sausage, and waffles.

“Ye can sit up here wit’ us.” Johnny pats the empty couch beside him.

You think for a moment before shaking your still aching head. “Don’t think I should stand up yet.”

The food is even better than it looks. For a Brit Simon actually knows how to handle his flavors.

You groan as a particular rough throb stabs at your temple. “I don’t remember drinking enough to be this hungover…”

“Johnny can be very convincing.” Simon rumbles, stabbing a piece of sausage.

“What do you remember?” Kyle leans forward a bit to reach for his coffee.

You shrug. “I remember dancing. That’s kind of where it stops.”

“At least you got to skip the part of the night where Johnny starts rantin’ about chemistry math.” Kyle rolls his eyes.

“Och! Ye love my chemistry talk! It’s the structure of the universe! It’s-“

“Yap yap yap.” Kyle opens and closes his hand in a mocking ‘blah blah blah’ motion.

Kyle helps Simon clean up. You try to insist to let you help as well, but they won’t hear of it. John offers to let you stay the day and sleep off your hangover but you shake your head, wanting nothing more than to take a burning hot shower in your own bathroom - as fun as hanging around with them all day sounds. So, you slip into Simon’s room to change back into your own clothes.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Kyle rest a hand on Simon’s lower back. A light touch, but solid. You don’t have the wherewithal to think about it.

You peel off Simon’s clothes and put yours back on with a wrinkled nose. There’s something so gross about it, not that you’re clean right now anyway. Thank god you had the foresight to not wear underwire. You order yourself a car on your mostly dead phone as you wander back out to the living room. Your skirt suddenly feels far too exposing for the daylight.

You chew your lip. “My driver’s five minutes out… so, I’ll see you guys Wednesday?”

“I’ll walk you down.” John grunts, pulling himself up out of the arm chair.

“Oh, you don’t have to-” You pause when he gives you that look you’ve come to recognize as ‘don’t argue, I’m doing it anyway.’

You give a round of goodbyes to the others who make no movement to get off the couch, fully sunken in. Johnny has sprawled over the L part of the couch with an arm over his eyes and a water bottle in hand.

“Thanks for letting me stay over. Sorry if I got too, uh, sloppy or whatever.” You murmur as the elevator makes for the lobby.

John chuckles. “No more than Johnny ever does. I’m glad you came. Lookin’ forward to the next one.”

You heart skips as you nod. “Me too.”

John leans forward just as your driver pulls up, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. Your back stiffens and your stomach flutters - face hot as he pulls away.

“See you at the shop.” He nods, sauntering back into the building like he didn’t just give you a heart attack.

Bonus:

“No, ye need an oil cleanser first.” Johnny slurs. “Tha’s how ye get the - hic - the makeup off.”

“Don’t act like I didn’t teach you everythin’ you know about skin care y’muppet.” Kyle snipes back as he digs through the drawers under the counter.

“Workin’ on yer John impersonation, I see.” Johnny snickers. Kyle bats at his arm.

You just giggle, seated on the toilet in Kyle and Johnny’s shared bathroom and swaying back and forth. Simon leans in the doorway, watching as the two drunkenly try to help you get your makeup off. All three of you bursting out into another fit of giggles when Kyle squeezes your round cheeks to make a fish face. It occurs to him that he’s never seen you bare faced. None of them have. Not that you come in everyday with a full beat but even so, there’s something intimate about it. To him, at least. Something about you perched in their apartment, in his clothes, having Johnny smudge moisturizer over your face while Kyle braids your hair to keep it from tangling overnight.

The three of you fit together so well…

John puts on a stupid action movie. Something to distract everyone as you wind down and sober up before bed. You snuggle up to Johnny, unsurprisingly, tucking yourself under his arm with your head on his chest. He’s practically Pavlov’d you into constantly touching each other. Just like he did with the rest of them. He jumps a bit when you press your socked feet to his thigh, humming comfortably. There’s a stupid grin plastered across your face.

“Alright, off to bed with you.” John chuckles as you snore comfortably on Johnny’s chest. The Scot is equally asleep, your chests rising and falling in an asynchronous rhythm. John loops his arms under your back and knees, just as strong as he’s always been, carefully cradling you against his chest as he takes you to Simon’s room.

Simon follows, glancing sideways at your clothes in his dresser. You groan as John lowers you but don’t wake up - well and truly passed out.

Simon pauses for a moment before following John out, staring down at you. He’s no better than the others, the alcohol numbing his inhibitions. So, he reaches down, and swipes a thumb over your slightly parted lips. Just as soft as he thought…

He settles into John’s bed, the frame creaking under their combined weight. Neither of them are particularly slight, after all.

“Glad y’danced tonight.” John mutters, reaching over to turn off his lamp.

Simon just grunts.

“She’s good for you.”

“She’s good for us.” He blurts, immediately wanting to shove the words back down his throat.

To his surprise, John just nods, turning to sling an arm over Simon’s waist. “She is.”

A/N: Thank you all so much for enjoying this series with me, it means a ton! I’m sorry I’m not very good at responding to replies/asks but I really do love and appreciate you all!

Hope you’re pumped for the next part bc I am

[thunderin-brainstorm]

my headcanon is that anything light enough, like 'Blin loincloths, will respawn with each monster at the blood moon, but heavier stuff like proper armor will not, unless it's made physically part of the body. for Lizalfos, they'll bolt armor plates through larger scutes and scales, which you can actually see in some of the TOTK Lizal horn models, where there are still pieces of armor that seem to be bolted to the base of the horn. this makes it a bit clunky and very hard to take on or off, but it's efficient. eventually it'll wear out of course, but Lizalfos don't have to find ore and forge an entire new set of armor every time they respawn at least

Liz hates wearing armor and will ditch hers at every opportunity, even though it's a convoluted process to take it all off. she scavenges bits of cloth and rope to make her own pseudo clothes instead. it makes her feel prettier, more like a woman and a person instead of a monster, and she's even figured out how to make flower chains with her ungainly lizard fingers

[textingtroublesanswers]

*Lilian successfully slides the plate away from Mikhail completely, keeping it across the table*

Oh nooo what a mess! What a shame it would be to stain. Quick! Take off your shirt!

Lilian no- stop- pfft-!

-🦖

Mikhail jumps into action, pulling his shirt off, "Oh, blin... It did not leave yellow patch on my cheat, da?"

Ludwig giggles, "I can't quite see, let me get closer, hoohoo!"

"Being subtle is a dying art." Jeremy tuts, stealing some rice off of Lilian's nabbed plate.

"Not like you would know anything about that." Bug & Mick say, almost at the same time.

[tsatsked]

Blini recipe for @the-real-dev

I got carried out

Tools:

A really big bowl for the batter

A measuring or a regular cup (for flour & milk)

Some kind of mixer

A ladle

Frying pan

Cooking spatula

(maybe a fork in case a blin is stuck to the pan - don’t damage the pan tho)

A knife for butter (optional)

A plate for the blini stack

Ingredients (very plain edition):

Flour - 250g (a little bit more than 1,5 of 250ml cups)

Eggs - 3

Sugar - a table spoon

Salt - a pinch

Milk - 0,5 litre

(Sunflower?) oil - a table spoon for the batter (+some for oiling the pan)

This video sums up the cooking process in 3 minutes: https://youtu.be/RXnAE9LTyfU?si=xMkhuQ9nBsQWBZJX

The only thing I’d add is that you can butter a stacked blin a little bit so it would stay moisturised longer but that’s a matter of preference too

If you feel like something is going wrong, just watch this man doing it: https://youtu.be/5UOowIxfX88?si=eUTtxyLsAlMm_IWu

As they say, the first blin is a clod

[zephosthefaedemon]

Tag Nine People, You Would Like To Get To Know Better.

🦈 Favourite Colours: My favorite colors change here and there, but I have 5 solid ones I go for. Red, Black, Purple, Silver, and Green.

🦈 Favourite Flavours: Dark Chocolate, Mint, Honey, and Peppermint.

🦈 Favourite Music: Varies day to day. However I tend to lean into either the camps of dark instrumental music with gothic flair or folky music with mythical themes (think like song of the sea ost, anything by Heather Dale or SJ Tucker) stuff like that, or sometimes I go full old school and listen to hard rock/heavy metal (Like Ghost, Iron Maiden)

🦈 Favourite Movies: I like either really bad horror movies (IE Night of the Lepus), musicals like Sweeney Todd or Raddegy Anne's Musical Adventure, or Historical Documentaries

🦈 Favourite Series: I love HB, HH, TADC, I was really into Satellite City for a while, DOAI, Angel Hare, Blue Exorcist, Hellsing (Both Original Anime and Ultimate, sometimes Abridged) I'm into many things at once

🦈 Last Song: Listening to a song called Gothic Wedding on youtube by derekbrandonfiechter.

🦈 Last Series: As for fully finished I'd say DOAI until they have an update, otherwise last I watched was Angel Hare.

🦈 Currently Reading: Story of a Soul by St. Therese of Lisieux

🦈 Currently Watching: I'm not watching something right now, just music

🦈 Currently Working On: college, virtual labs, work, writing, drawing, choir, baking, knitting, cleaning, caring for the cat, there's always something to do!

Tagged by: @moxxietude

Tagging: @chainsaw-to-the-heart @wrxthfulguard @plate-of-blins @kugel-bitch @phoenixduelist @fromthebushess @spookyowlman @infernal-general @alastors-radioshow or steal it!

[spookyowlman-b]

𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑(𝐒): I think turquoise?

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑(𝐒): I like everything sour!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: I don't have a favorite genre tbh

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄(𝐒): Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: I don't watch a lot of series tbh

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: THERES A MILLIONNNN GRUESOME WAYS TOOO DIEEEEEE--

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: The Amazing Digital Circus

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄: Back to the outback

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: nothing lmao im not much of a bookworm

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: Well I JUST finished watching Back to the Outback for the 2nd time. It's not even that good, I just like snakes

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍: Crocheting a cute little bunny from this ABSOLUTELY lovely yarn that I just found!

tagged by: found from @lambfated

tagging: @bluestar-of-thunderclan @gonnachasethestars @hopeful-hugz @bonkersdbobcat @pinkycheese @plate-of-blins @shadowtoons-arinanon @purple-paw-muses @all of my mutuals

[zorkaya-moved]

@al-hazen

..blini? eye emoji--

"Exactly," she hums appreciatively, flipping the pancake with ease. A block of butter next to her and a tower of blini on the right side on a plate. "I've always been making them for Maslenitsa. My brothers love these. It gives a... homey environment. Perhaps, are you interested in trying some for yourself, hm? There is sour cream for you to try out with plain blini, and there is also homemade varenye." Gently slides the blin on top of the slowly building tower off the pan, cutting a small piece of putting to spread on the freshly made blin before reaching back to make another one. "Which one do you want, Al-Haytham?"

[mollys-garden]

You died!

What loot items did you drop?

🌷COMMON: White fur

Crafting. If you gather enough of it, you can use it to craft mittens or gloves for +3 armor.

✨️UNCOMMON: Brown fur or reindeer hide

Crafting. In winter she wears either a brown jacket or a scarf made of reindeer hide. They are both sturdier and thicker than the white fur, and the brown fur adds +4 armor while the reindeer hide adds +5.

💎RARE: Knife

Crafting. A good hiker always carries a knife with them. It's very handy for crafting items such as wooden spears and can even be used in battles, though each stab only takes 2 HP from the enemy.

👑ULTRA RARE: Backpack.

Equip. Despite its very small size, it can fit surpisingly many items inside. Adds +8 slots to your inventory.

⚔️LEGENDARY: Full backpack. Can only be obtained if you kill Socks too before she snatches it and runs away.

This backpack includes all of the mentioned items and a few others:

- 20 marshmallows. Who doesn't like a tasty treat? Lifts your mood AND your HP. (each by +10, +15 if you roast them by the fire before eating)

- A handful of gold coins. You can never be sure when you need some in your adventures.

- 2 felt hearts. Not only do these keep the two plushies alive, anyone that holds them, no matter how hostile, will instantly turn friendly. Give these to any monsters that guard the gate to your next destination, and you can skip the battle.

Tagged by: found from @all-fleshed-out

Tagging: @plate-of-blins

[strifethedestroyer]

[id: a digital fullbody drawing of boris from the youtube channel life of boris. he is wearing a black ushanka, black sunglasses, a black mask, a yellow adidas hoodie with three black stripes running down the arms and a black adidas logo on his right breast, a black and white shirt underneath that says 'CHEEKI BREEKI', a golden chain around his neck, black pants and white adidas shoes with three black stripes running down the sides. he is squatting on top of a car, holding a vodka bottle in his left hand and a jar of mayonnaise in his right. the car's headlights are on. its plate says its a car from the european union and it says 'BLIN 1'. the car is black. on the front of it, there is a rifle propped up. there is a ferris wheel in the background with yellow seats. the sky is light grey but the bottom part of it is red./end id.]

IS BORIS!

…i hope I get gopnik award for this…  (/°u°)/

[baronesskitkatbonbon]

[plate-of-blins] [for Muffsky] ☔+alt

SEND ‘☔️’ FOR OUR MUSES TO TAKE SHELTER UNDERNEATH AN UMBRELLA TOGETHER. SEND ‘☔️+ALT’ TO BE TRAPPED IN A PLACE TOGETHER DUE TO HEAVY RAIN. (Accepting!) 

Muffsky considered himself to be lucky, given that he was a baked good as opposed to a candy. Unlike the baroness, he would withstand more elements, though perhaps that was why he was the designated messenger in the IWD Division in the first place. 

However, the creamless, sugarless rain still was of the utmost annoyance to the cupcake. It’d often soak into his body and weight him down, which would inevitably cause him to become soggy, and sick after enough time. Sadly, guards and messengers don’t often get sick days, even if the Baroness herself said otherwise. So it was better for him to be late as opposed to sick, at least in his mind. 

That was why he decided to seek refuge underneath the tent beside Carnival Kerfuffle once the rain started to pour down. It was as though the heavens were ripped apart almost! He was a little surprised not many others were in the tent as well, but he did see a young pancake-looking lass, she’d look right at home at either Pasrty Town, or maybe even Vypechka Village, though he couldn’t quite put a finger on why exactly his hometown came to mind. If she was anything like him, she’d suffer the same fate he would if she’d gotten wet.

@plate-of-blins

[thebrotherscupheadandmugman]

[plate-of-blins] [to Mugman] "One more chapter."

different ways to say ‘i love you’. (Selective)

Mugman couldn’t help but smile. He honestly didn’t think Blin would like this as much as she had. It was a recommendation from both Hilda and Junior to read this one, and he’d heard good things about such a popular book.  “Alright, but just for you.” Truth was, Mugman might have trouble with refraining from reading more without her, he’d probably have to pick up another book later, or maybe reread The Time Machine-- it was by the same author as The War of the Worlds, so maybe that’d fill in the space. 

“Chapter four: The Cylinder Opens. When I returned to the common the sun was setting. Scattered groups were hurrying from the direction of Woking, and one or two persons were returning.” The teen read out loud for her, leaning his head slightly against her. He was every minute of this, but he was almost too comfy, ready to fall asleep...but all too comfortable to move or stretch. 

@plate-of-blins

[mallorydrakkethenanny]

Enter Aroura

(Closed AU starter for @plate-of-blins)

It’d been maybe a few months since Mal started babysitting the kids full time, and she had gotten used to the adventures and chaos that would just ensue from merely being in close proximity to the McDuck family. It was almost like a sort of...routine chaos, where anything could happen. Just a regular Wednesday, really.

So when she was invited to a 1930’s themed party, it was a nice little variant, and once that she was excited for. Having written her prequel story in that era, after being inspired by a certain indie game, she was an absolute nut for the era. Slang, culture, music, technology, crippling economic failure, and of course, style and makeup. Mal went all out, even using traditional curlers the night before...that she bought from the dollar store. Top-quality stuff. She had even carefully tucked the red highlights of her hair out of sight with several bobby-pins. This is where cosplay comes in handy! She looked as if she had just stepped out of the 1930′s. She had a traditional purse, a flowery hat from 1931, knotted pearls around her neck, and, of course, and era-appropriate dress, with her old character shoes to complete the look. She grabbed her imitation Ruth Duckling fan and was ready to go.

She was just about to leave when she caught sight of Dewey angrily fighting against Hilda Berg on the TV screen. After a few questions, she realized he told his brothers he could beat the game on Expert mode without their help. Good thing she wasn’t his brother. After a few tips, she joined his side on the couch, the party wouldn’t start for a little while anyway, she had some time. As per her suggestion, the two of them started to fight against some of the bosses on the third isle when she heard Gyro burst into the mansion and go on and on about whatever his new invention was. She wasn’t exactly paying attention. 

After having beaten Captian Brineybeard, Mal stood up from the couch with a stretch, claiming she should get going. Dewey got up from the couch, having become restless and went to go turn off the game when Gyro barged into the room and asking for Scrooge. 

Mal wasn’t exactly paying attention to whatever Gyro was doing, all she knew was that he somehow dropped whatever thing he was holding, causing some sort of beam to shoot out and head right for Dewey. She was only lucky that this was about as fast as a video game bullet, and she shoved Dewey completely out of harm’s way as he stood before the T.V, causing her to take the hit instead.

The last thing she remembered after that was hearing Dewey call her name in fear. Concern...Then silence...

She’d landed on her stomach, still fully dressed in her outfit-- purse and fan included, but when she opened her eyes...she didn’t recognize the area at all. She was in an alleyway, but that was as much as she recognized...Did the beam kill her, send her into a dream, send her into the past, what just happened? With this crazy family, it could have been anything...or even literally every possibility she just thought of. Wouldn’t surprise her. She’d be more surprised by a mundane answer at this point.  “Gryo? Ms. B? Dewey?” She called, but no response. “Oh, great. Just swell.” Mal sighed in frustration as she stood up and brushed off her dress.

She heard some rustling behind her and whipped her head around to check. Mal didn’t see anything that could have caused the noise...that only made her more suspicious and anxious. Normally in any sort of scuffle, she had her lanyard, keys, and pepper spray to use as weapons in self-defense, but here, all she has was a measly purse, only big enough to fit her driver’s license and some makeup for touching up. Right now, she wouldn’t stand a chance against a Beagle Boy with her tiny form.

Nope. Bad touch. Stranger danger. She was getting out. She quickened her pace, only for a strange little...horned, black creature with sharp claws to step out in front of her.  “Oh?” Next thing she knew, more of them stepped out of the shadows, and she quickly recognized the iconic...aesthetic of these things. “Rubber-hose styled little devils, huh? Somethin’ out of a 1920′s or 30′s cartoon.”

The ‘devils’ muttered and chirped something to each other before one pointed at the duck and made a shrill shriek. They all charged at her. “Oh heck.” The one between her and the exit ran up to her legs and attempted to swipe at her with its claws, but Mal swiftly kicked the little thing into a trashcan. She glanced behind her and watched another tiny devil slip between her and the street. Mal began to fidget with her fan, opening it as she managed to twirl around, dodging another critter that tried to scratch her ankles as it ran by.  A brief moment of panic caused Mal to stim by flapping her hands with the open fan.

Suddenly, a visible concentrated gust of wind seemingly flew out from her fan and crashed into one of the devils, knocking it back into a wall and leaving it stunned with stars and swirls visibly circling around its head.  “What?” Mal looked at her fan but saw nothing significant. “Wait. Cartoon devils...Cartoon logic?!” With hope in her heart, Mal eyed the remaining critters before she tested out her theory, raising her open fan up high before swinging it down at an angle. Just as before, a visible gust of wind pushed back the creature she’d aimed for, and into the one that had already been against the wall, causing them both to disappear in a familiar puff of smoke and stars. “Oh, this is awesome!” Mal smirked pseudoconfidently. 

She turned to a duo of devils that were apprehensively approaching her. She quickly scanned her surroundings to ensure there was no other immediate danger as she clutched her necklace.  “Wonder what else I can do...” She thought out loud to herself. Mal took a half step back and took her knotted pearls off her neck and began to swing them around like some sort of lasso. With the flick of her wrist, the necklace went sailing at the rightmost demon and was instantly hoisted into the air and swung around by the string of pearls. In the real world, this would have broken the necklace, but this wasn’t the case here. Where could she possibly be?

Mal swung the devil into the one that had been next to it, causing them to both swiftly disappear into puffs of stars and smoke. Unfortunately for her, Mal’s little victory had been short-lived, as one of the critters had jumped into her back and jumped off her shoulders as she was falling before she hit the ground. “Ouch.” 

Mal only spared a moment to glare at the other before getting back up. She tried to run her fingers through her hair when she remembered the pins and curls and put her hand on top of her head instead. When she felt the flowers on her hat, they felt real.  “What?” Who would attach real flowers on a hat, that’s just stupid!! Mal pulled on a rose, and while she still felt it attached to her hat, it still felt like she could pull it more, like a retractable dog leash almost. She brought the flower down to her face and saw the rose was still attached to a thick and thorny vine-like stem. “Hmm. Since there are two on each side...plus wildflowers...” 

She glanced back up at the critter as an idea slowly came to her, accompanied by a flickering lightbulb that just suddenly appeared over her head. She grabbed the other flowers with both hands and vigorously chucked them at the devil. "Yeet!” Vines trailed from the flowers as the roses began to spin and whir like a buzzsaw. The moment the roses made contact with the creature, it, too, disappeared into a puff of smoke and stars. 

Mal heaved a sigh of relief and the vines retracted back into her hat, putting the decorations back in place. She glanced around. As proud of herself as she was, she didn’t want to stick around in case more showed up. She didn’t know what was going on or where she was, and she didn’t want to get injured before Scrooge came to get her. Mal quickly picked her fan off the ground and ran out of the alley as fast as she could.

She probably looked rather out of place. Click clack click clack click clack her shoes chanted as she ran. Her legs were shaky and she was beginning to feel lightheaded. She was visibly distressed. Fine time for this to happen. She glanced back at the alley to make sure she wasn’t followed when she suddenly crashed into someone.  “Oh sorry!” She heaved, already out of breath. Mal looked like she’d been in a scuffle, she was dirty and roughed up, and she hadn’t gotten up immediately. 

[thefantasticalderp]

So how the apothecary works in HW, is there are set options with a certain effect that will last for your next mission. This can range from damage increase to increased number of rupees being dropped.

Each potion will require a certain number of materials of various levels. Such as 15 bronze and 5 silver. Or 30 silver and 10 gold.

Every enemy with a health bar will drop you a material. Your lower level raid blins will drop bronze materials like old rags, monster teeth, metal plates, etc. Silver materials have a chance to drop from your higher level monster that actually have a weak point gauge-monsters like gibdos and dinolfoes. Gold material drop exclusively from heroes and bosses, which can lead to some hilarious concepts. For example on such gold material you can use for brewing a potion is Link's boot or Ganon's mane. I believe Zelda's tiara might be one? But I don't remember.

This website has a list of the materials that can drop: https://www.zeldadungeon.net/wiki/Hyrule_Warriors_Materials

Go nuts and have fun!!!

calling all HW fans!

I got a fic idea from a commenter on one of my stories, and I could use some help

apparently in Warriors’s game, you can make unhinged potions out of LITERALLY ANYTHING

so I need your crazy Hyrule Warriors potion stories! Ingredients, effects, bad timing, any of it. I can’t guarantee how much will make it into the fic, but please comment/reblog with your HW potion tea if you don’t mind me drawing off your experiences for this thing (with some healthy creative license)

[trainghouls]

"Watch out!" Blinchik cried out, flying down the slippery stairs with a certain ghost in her way. [plate-of-blins] [for Specter] [I hope it's fine with you]

Specter turned around at the familiar voice, unaware that he was even visible to others. He remembered this girl from around Christmas time, was it? The New Year perhaps? Whatever year it was. He remembered how she didn’t like it when he passed through her. His choice was to either move out of the way, or to make a physical manifestation and catch her. 

But that would result in a vision. Specter could be a dick, but he wasn’t going to let her fall on her face. Contact was inevitable. He made his connection to the land of the living stronger, and held out his hands to catch her.

@plate-of-blins​