#pretend it's a peanut butter cookie

[zecoritheweirdone]

first art post of the new year!!! granted, i don't share my art here that much anyway, but– shhh.

hehehehhhooo,, here's something i've been working on for 'bout a month,, albeit not consecutively– took a few,, very very long breaks in between working on this,, but i managed to finish it in the end! am i satisfied with it? .......ehhhh? not completely, but if this took any longer, it might not have seen the light of day, so like. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

anyway,, made a little poster for my favorite fic, tommyinnit's services for villains, vigilantes, and various other vagabonds, by @scorpionoesit!!! it's really really good,,, and i've always wanted to make more art for it,, so i decided– poster! at least,, that's what it's mean to resemble,,, dkdmkdmdkd.

i will freely admit,, i'm... not the biggest fan of the fan-made logo i tried to design for it,, feels a bit boring, and could definitely have used a bit more pizazz, something to make feel more like the fic itself(what does that mean? you figure that out),,,, but– again, steam was running low,, dkdnksjs. graphic design is my passion. i do also have other complaints, but i'm afraid i already punched my one-use self-critique card,, oh well,,, dkdnkxjdkd.

regardless,, even with the flaws only i can really see,, this still turned out pretty okay!! hope you enjoy it, mx. scorpio and mx. alibi!!! and i hope everyone else has a wonderful new year!!!!

[comrade-bastard]

i move in a week and I've been doing overtime and I'm just gonna do more overtime next week but to cope i got. Cookies and appely sauce packets and i made sandwiches i feel so productive ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ (i also packed pepsis every day and stuff for my friends bc i know we forgor to eat)

[cherrycolored-punk]

boyfriend!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

author’s note: oop, I was yearning again. but, does it ever end? this was in my vacation queue but I’m impatient

There’s something about the fall that you love. That makes your heart thrum with nostalgia, a memory you can’t put your finger on but can feel every time the season comes.

It’s the smell of the rain, the sporadic Indiana showers that come and go. Grey clouds swirling above the red and orange leaves of the maple trees. Rain tapping softly against the roof and sliding down the windows of the apartment that you share with your boyfriend.

Eddie Munson isn’t as fond of the fall.

It’s the expectation of celebration and the commercialization of it all. He’s not a fan of pumpkin spice or really any pumpkin treats. The only thing he likes is the scary movies. Maybe dressing up too.

But you’d have to convince him, and he’s not easily swayed.

Well, he is, at least by you.

Because there’s something about seeing you happy, excited, that makes him go along with it all.

He’ll hold your hand through the corn maze, sip on apple cider, and pick out tiny pumpkins at Merrill’s patch for each of you to carve while Halloween plays in the background.

He’ll pretend to compromise on making cookies, but only if they’re peanut butter, and you won’t argue because they’re his favorite.

Eddie will put on an old record while you bake. One from his mom’s vinyl collection that Uncle Wayne gave him. The static and hum of the old record player adding to the warmth of your home. A coziness amplified by the cinnamon apple candle that burns atop the mantle.

He’ll distract you, as he always does. His large hands wrapping around your waist, chin settling on your shoulder. And you’ll inhale deeply, happily. Savoring the smell of his cologne; bergamot and sage. A small hint of tobacco.

Slowly, he’ll start making your hips sway along with his before spinning you around to face him. One hand on the small of your back, your cheek pressed to his as he dances you around the small kitchen.

The fond memories of dancing with his mom as a kid will spring forward, and he’ll swallow down the lump that forms in his throat. The grief still there but not as strong because he’s dancing with you.

At the end of the night, he’ll hold you close as you lay on his chest. Drawing absent circles along your back while he reads his favorite series aloud. Just like you asked the first night he’d stayed over.

Every so often he’ll press a kiss to your forehead, to your cheek, to your lips and hum in satisfaction.

No, Eddie doesn’t like the fall but fuck, he loves you.

[webslingingslasher]

and peter never shuts up about trouble to may

she teases him for it all the time and when they finally make it official may tells trouble.

“i just knew you were the one for him, he always talks about you. that boy is head over heels”

trouble and frat peter are total endgame

AAAAAA WAIT WAIT PETER DROPPING THE BOMB W YOU IN HAND AND MAY FREAKS CAUSE SHE'S BEEN WAITING FOR IT SINCE HE STARTED TALKING ABOUT YOU.

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may, never one to complain about another friendly face, was smiling hard at you.

'oh, hello! peter didn't say you were joining this weekend.'

she was extremely happy, it was the first weekend she's seen you after your split. she assumes her nephew made right like he said he would, it had been a quiet few weeks on peter's side.

'he wanted it to be a surprise, did it work?' may answers with giving you a tight hug, 'very. i missed you,' she lowers her voice, it doesn't do much. 'and he did too.'

'may.' peter doesn't like his secrets being told.

'oh, i know he did. he cried.' your hip was pinched, 'hey. no more.' he really doesn't like those secrets being told.

may gives another gentle squeeze before stepping back, she's about to give peter his own hug until you elbow him.

'sorry, i thought embarrassing you was in my job description now.'

'i'd prefer if it wasn't.' you loop your arm around him and lean a cheek on his shoulder. 'deal. can i still do it in private though?' immediate agreeance, 'absolutely.'

may sees nothing but pure love, she really hopes peter does it right this time around. peter places a kiss on your hairline before gently loosening his arm. 'i'm gonna set our stuff down, two seconds.'

it's more affection he's ever been open to sharing with may, she's caught kisses and soft touches before, but she can't place a time he's willingly done it in her eyesight. peter knows she'd tease him too much.

'i see things are going good?'

you feel shy, peter said he wanted it to be a surprise.

'very. i'm really, really happy. he um, he told me about everything.' may knows exactly what you're hinting at, not that her nephew filled her in on his plans. 'and everyone?'

you laugh lightly, 'yeah. i'm still trying to wrap my head around that, i have this weird new sense of worry now. i don't know how you do it.'

it's comforting she has someone to relate the anxiety to, it's a new feeling and it's something she never thought she'd be able to share.

'it gets easier, but it never goes away.'

'hey, hey, hey,' peter's voice becomes gradually louder when he picks up on the conversation. one look at you and you know what he's about to say, you can't even try to stop the smile.

'i just got her, let's not scare off my girlfriend, may.'

a sharp gasp, hands cover her mouth. 'shut up! you're lying!'

peter plays cool, 'i told you i was going to fix it.' you nod approvingly, 'he really did. he even... peter, you wanna show her or should i?'

'oh, i got it.' your boyfriend clears his throat, 'i love you.' loud and proud. it doesn't matter if he's said it a hundred times in the past month, it'll never get old. 'i love you, too.'

peter looks at may, 'you were right. there's nothing compared to that feeling.' your bottom lip pokes out, 'aw, petey!'

'i knew it! i knew you were the one and i knew he'd figure out a way to get you back and ah! i just knew it!' you were held tighter than before, a squeak has peter crossing the linoleum to your side.

may releases you to tug her nephew in for his own hug, she holds him tighter than you think you ever have. it's warm to know she wanted this just as much as you did.

'i'm proud of you,' it was quiet, not really meant for your ears. you'll pretend you didn't hear it. 'thanks, i am too.' since everyone's caught up and you have no reason to feel like a slight stranger, you hum around their bodies on a mission to the kitchen for the cookies you've been smelling since the second you walked in.

mumbling around a snickerdoodle, 'is this an okay time to tell you that i'd much prefer a batch of peanut butter cookies?' may turns to you with an amused look, you may have led on that peter's favorites were your own.

'what? i didn't want to feel like i was changing the routine. it's peter's fault, he knew and kept letting me lie.' peter clicks his tongue, 'oh, no, no, no. don't blame me, i told you i'd ask and you said i couldn't be trusted.'

'yeah, but,' you look at may for support. 'have you ever been at a friends house and ask for something and instead of your friend covering for you they're just like 'mom, may wants a popsicle!' and you feel like punching yourself in the head cause like, why would you do that to me?'

peter gasps, 'i would never! i would conceal a murder for you in ten seconds, you think i'd sell you out on some cookies?' may holds a hand to her chest, 'i would love to make you a batch of peanut butter cookies, or we could make them together and talk about peter.'

he shuts it down in a second. 'no, no talking of me. thank you.'

'well, since you're my boyfriend now i think i should finally be able to hear your embarrassing stories.'

'no, not allowed, trouble.'

'but i already love you!'

'and i'd prefer if we keep it that way.'

'i've loved you longer.'

you always have to one up him.

'fine. you get three, and nothing from middle school. we're not there yet.'

your teeth sink into a snickerdoodle, happiness you've never felt before hasn't faded in a month, if anything it's gotten brighter. you could really get used to this.

may can't remember the last time her apartment was filled with this much love.

[griffinisgae]

The companions favourite ice creams

Lae'zel: "what is iced cream?" would try the plain flavours first, settle on pistachio as a fave

Gale: ate 7 tubs of chocolate ice cream when mystra ghosted him, but his favourite is something fruity

Karlach: ALL OF THEM

Shadowheart: pretends to not be able to pick a favourite. it's actually vanilla

Astarion: black cherry

Wyll: mint choc chip :)

Minthara: rum and raisin. May pick out raisins and sneak them into wylls choc chip to disappoint him

Minsc: cookie dough, peanut butter for boo. He bites into it every time and winces every time

Jaheira: baileys over plain ice cream

Halsin: sticky toffee/caramel. he makes a mess but that's ok

[cocoa-rococo]

Koopaling Headcanons: Lemmy

Larry | Morton | Wendy | Iggy | Roy | Lemmy | Ludwig

The clown prince of crime and everyone's favorite circus performer! Gosh he's adorable.

Right-handed.

Fairly sensitive about his height. The rest of the Koopa Troop know better than to bring it up. Just. Don't call him short. Last guy who did ended up with more than a broken nose.

Allergic to peanuts, which is unfortunate, because a lot of folks like them roasted at circuses. He likes other nut butters better anyway.

Likes collecting old circus memorabilia, such as posters, small trinkets, and flyers. He started it when he was younger, and has kept it going ever since.

He purposefully lets people underestimate him due to his silly personality and clown aesthetics. Makes it all the sweeter when he ends up with the last laugh.

Can and will juggle just about anything. Ludwig had to stop him on multiple occasions because he was tossing around something dangerous for fun (and profit).

Is very fond of caramel corn and citrus candies, as well as fruit gummies.

Favorite cookies are snickerdoodles and classic chocolate chip, but he loves fruit pies and sweet crêpes for dessert, really anything flaky with layers.

An excellent roller and ice-skater, given his balance. He, Wendy, and Larry like to skate together sometimes.

Very tactile person! Likes giving and receiving hugs, pats on the back, head scratches, and secret handshakes.

Similarly, a tactile learner; if you want him to remember something, give him something he can hold.

Because of his smaller size and how much he moves, any sickness he gets hits him like a truck, but also burns through his system pretty quick.

The only member of the castle with permission to enter Iggy's lab at any time without prior warning or knocking.

Has an almost terrifying amount of emotional intelligence and is very good at sussing out the crux of a relationship problem, sometimes even before the other person does.

Always rehearses his tricks in front of Iggy before anyone else, because he knows he’ll always be guaranteed a laugh, as well as critique on what he can improve on.

One of the lesser strict generals, which the minions are thankful for, but will also ask them to assist in his tricks. This can range anywhere from "hand him something" to "balance on a ball while juggling flaming hammers". The minions are not so thankful for this.

His proficiency with stage illusions actually helped him grasp the concepts of his wand's abilities. Out of the Koopalings, his strength lies in how precise his magic is, able to pull what he needs right when he needs it, as well as being able to divide and manage his concentration.

Likes to exercise with Roy, though he leans more towards yoga and calisthenics than weight training.

He likes all kinds of flowers, but likes seeing cosmos and marigolds the most. Poppies are nice, too.

He can be just as bad as Iggy when it comes to pulling pranks, mainly because no one suspects him; he manages to get out of 99% of situations by pulling the "ohhhh I'm just a lil guy" card.

An alarmingly good impressionist. More than once he fooled the guards into doing something for him by pretending to voice someone else.

Given his small size and how active he is, his metabolism is working overtime to fuel him. He eats almost as much as Larry.

Mastered the art of making the perfect hot chocolate drink, inspired by his trips into the ice lands. Wendy is determined to learn his secret. Lemmy is an adorable steel vault.

If you pick him up or he falls over, he has this… almost ragdoll-like heft to him, with dangly limbs and a little flopping from where you grab him, like he's made of sand or a weighted stuffed animal. The only time this doesn't seem to affect him is when he's on his ball. No one can really explain why this is.

Favorite fruit is any kind of berry, as well as peaches (formed before any interaction with a certain princess).

Morton used to carry him under his arm when they were younger. For what purpose? None know. Lemmy, though, was happy to stay there until he was put down again.

He likes sleeping where he's suspended, like swings, tree tents, and other such places. There was a notable instance where Kamek once found him tucked in his shell and snoozing in an empty hanging plant holder.

Really good at shuffling cards and coin moves, really any sort of street magic or little parlor trick. He's been learning tarot interpretation from Kammy because it's always a hit at parties.

His bombs are his own invention. Iggy helped him develop the combustion system and ratio of powder to use, but the shape, style, and make are all his own. Similarly, the tires he sells for his business are made from the same rubber as his balancing balls.

One of the most agile of all his siblings, and one of the best climbers.

He used to share a bunk bed with Iggy when they were young, but once they got older and had their own separate rooms, he used a hammock instead of a bed. It's quite cozy, with lots of blankets and pillows.

One of his favorite snacks is roasted sunflower seeds with a little salt. Crunchy, and especially tasty after an energetic routine.

The one most likely to lose things. Not because he misplaced them somewhere, but because he made them vanish via magic trick, and can't remember if he re-summoned them again.

Takes any sort of dance class he can. He's energetic and likes being able to move around a lot, but he's especially fond of tap, hip-hop (no pun intended), and ballet. The latter he practices with Wendy.

[stevie-petey]

Thank you so much for the new chapter you never cease to amaze me <3. I had a blurb idea for in-between season two and three if you have time.

Bug going to visit El and hopper. She brings treats and books. She helps El basically catch up on all those years she missed out on school. She even spends time with hopper. Helping him clean up before she leaves, or giving him recipes for when El wants something. That also means helping him when it turns out to be a disaster. Teaching El to read,basic math, and spelling. Also teaching her fun stuff like how to make bracelets and how to paint her nails. Basically bug being her big sister/ female figure in her life. I think bug would give El a nickname like Ellie, I think it's so cute. The vision of bug finally having someone to give her hand me downs too. She'd also get her new stuff but only has so much money you know? Thank you mwah❤���

ah thank you for reading !!! ive been DYING to write more scenes with bug and el and hopper, so thank you for the request !!!

enjoy <3

"how do you know where i live?"

you snort at hoppers question. "hello to you too, old man."

hopper rubs his face tiredly as he leans against the doorframe. hes only just managed to kick mike out of his house, and now he has to deal with you? not happening. "go away."

"we both know i own knives."

"stab me, go ahead. youre not coming in."

before you can shove your way in, el sneaks up from behind hopper and pokes her head out the door. she had heard your voice from inside. "y/n!"

the girl shoves hopper aside and throws herself into your arms, and you gladly accept the hug. "hi, sweetheart."

it's been a few weeks since youve last seen her, being confined to your house to heal the wounds from the demodogs and tunnels. the second your mom gave you the all clear, you baked a pile of els favorite cookies and forced mike to tell you where hoppers cabin was.

which leads you to now: hugging el tightly with a backpack full of baked goods and comics to read to her.

"here for me?" el asks you, her eyes shining.

you look at hopper and smirk. "i dont know. am i here for el, hopper?"

he looks between the two of you and curses. el has her arms wrapped firmly around you and shes giving him a warning glare, daring him to say no. accepting that hes been cornered, hopper steps away from the door and motions for you to step inside. "i hate this."

you reach into your backpack and pull out a stash of peanut butter cups you had baked specifically to bribe the old man. "i brought a peace offering."

"well, why didnt you start with that?" hopper snatches the treats from you and sniffs the bag. his face melts into satisfied interest. "not bad, kid."

"i do my best." you shrug, now following el inside as she takes your hand and guides you to the couch. she sits you down and when you pull out the comics, she claps her hands in excitement.

the two of you get settled in, eating the cookies youve baked as you slowly read aloud the stories from the comics. every so often you have el try to read small portions as well, knowing she never received the necessary education due to the men who stole her childhood, and hopper cant help but watch you with el.

he sits at the kitchen table and pretends to read the newspaper, but really hes eating the peanut butter cups as he watches the way you help el sound out difficult words and giggle together. despite his annoyance towards you for showing up on his doorstep unannounced, hopper cant help but smile as he watches.

youre sweet with el, patient and understanding, and hopper now understands why joyce speaks so highly of you all the time. the woman had told him that youd been a such a gift to her family, and as hopper watches el practically light up in your presence, he finally accepts the womans words.

youre the best of the kids.

theres no denying that.

and if that means that hopper now has to make room in his cupboard for baking ingredients so that he can help you keep your own baking needs supplied, then so be it. he'll even make room for the nail polish and comics that will inevitably make their way into his home because of you.

hes happy to help you, to repay you for your kindness to el, even if hopper groans and complains the whole time.

[milk-tea-sakura]

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𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓢𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓻𝓪’𝓼 𝓑𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓻𝔂!

How can I take your order? Just pick a dessert, drink and a member of your choosing. Please indicate who you want me to write about or I won’t do your request.

Fandoms: Stray Kids, Ateez, BTS, Enhypen, P1harmony, Seventeen, TXT (I am open to other groups! Just specify thegroup and member you want!!)

I do accept polyamourus relationships (member + reader). Up to 3 or 4 members! It makes it manageable on my end and however, occasionally I do write full group fics.

You can order in the inbox of @milk-tea-sakura I’ll get your order out asap, just check to make sure that I am taking orders before you order. Also let me know if you want it sweet or spicy!

And big thanks to @bunnys-kisses for giving me the inspiration for this. If you want non kpop character I recommend checking them out. And don’t forget to check their order list because we don’t have the same meals.

Order list below the cut!!

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐌𝐚𝐢��� ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

Cheesecake - “Baby, don’t make me spell it out for you… you know I want you.”

Castella cake - “I can give you a list of how you make me feel.”

Swiss rolls - “Oh my, what have I done to deserve such a beautiful smile.”

Apple pie - “I must be in heaven”

Mochi - “If you don't behave I’ll let the boys handle you.”

Dango - “How can you still look so attractive while crying?”

Miso butter cookie - “You’ve never even touched yourself?”

Crepe cookies - “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?”

Nama Chocolate - “You know, I could get you off right here, right now.”

Purin - "If he fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you."

Tiramisu - “I wonder if the boys would also like to see this cunt. Would you let them see it?”

Strawberry shortcake - “Why are you being so gentle with me? I like it when you’re rough.”

Fluffy pancakes - “Your thighs are shaking so much.”

Watermelon Sorbet - “How about you put these lips to work instead of just talking all the time?”

Zebra cake - “You taste like heaven, and I can’t get enough.”

Lemon slice - “Be good for me and I’ll untie you.”

Pull-apart bread - “I know you said no marks… But what if I put them where nobody except for me will see them?”

Ice cream sandwich - “You act all innocent and look so sweet, but I know what a dirty mind you really have.”

Chocolate cake - “We have to be quiet. If you make a sound, I’ll have to stop!”

Souffle - “When I tell you to sit on my face, I want you to sit, is that clear?”

S’mores - “I know baby, I know. I’m right here just breathe.”

Belgian waffles - "I've been waiting for this kiss since the moment I laid eyes on you."

Shortbread cookies - "You kissed me! You kissed me, how's that not a big deal?"

Angel food cake - “You know, I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.”

Red velvet cake - "Why do we keep pretending we don't want to kiss each other?"

Croissants - "No goodnight kiss for me?"

Crepes - "If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask."

French toast - "Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean I don't mean it when I say I want you to kiss me."

Churros - "On a scale of one to ten...how mad would you be if I kissed you right now?"

Eclairs - "I think I deserve a kiss."

Bagel - "You can't just kiss me and expect everything to be okay."

Peanut butter bars - "The only way this is ending is you getting pregnant."

Scones - "You're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours."

Fudge - “You know, a hug can be like medicine and make some of the pain go away. Wanna try?”

Chocolate mousse - “Is it okay, if we just lie down and watch a movie? I’m not feeling so good.”

Hot cross buns - “If you want to keep sitting on my lap you have to stop wiggling around like that.”

Brownies - “I see you’ve started without me.”

Cinnamon rolls - “Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.”

Mango sorbet - “You have my full attention.”

Carrot cake - “C’mere, Sit down, tell me what’s going on.”

Pastry braid - “There’s no one else I’d rather bother for the rest of my life than you.”

Sourdough bread - “I would run out of breathe trying to describe all the reasons why I love you.”

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

Misutgaru - Bondage

Banana milk - Cuckolding

Strawberry milk - Food play

Chocolate milk -Gagging

Omija tea - Breeding

Chrusanthemum tea - Public/Semi-public sex

Bacchus - Temperature play

Citron tea - Wax play

Green plum tea - Voyeurism

Barley tea - Cockwarming

Matcha - Doggy style

Genmaicha - Oral sex

Sakura tea - Rough sex

Royal milk tea - Vanilla sex

Melon soda - Jeaoulsy

Yakult - Spanking

Ramune - Orgasm control

Sake - Daddy/Appa kink

Soju - Mommy/Eomma kink

Coffee - Praise kink

Bubble tea - Sub! Reader

Vodka shot - Dom! Reader

Coconut water - Sub! Character

Sparkling water - Dom! Character

Energy drink - Aftercare

Champagne - Pregnancy

Red wine - Size kink

White wine - Strength kink

Espresso shot - Body worship

Lemonade - biting/hickies

Latte - Sugar daddy! Character

Water - Film/recording

Milkshake - Unprotected sex

Chai - Protected sex

Root beer - Degrading kink

Earl grey - Age gap

Americano - Big cock

Light roast coffee - Drunk sex

Medium roast coffee - Accidently launching relationship

Dark roast coffee - Lingerie

Hot chocolate - Cowgirl position

On the house - Author's choice!

[operationandre]

thoughts on caldre celebrating eachother’s birthdays? :3 (cal celebrating andres and vice versa)

neither of the boys like celebrating their own birthdays, but that doesn’t mean they don’t celebrate each others.

on cal’s birthday, andre wakes up at dawn to make cal a batch of peanut butter cookies (cal’s personal favorite.) he sits beside the oven as they cook, becoming warmer as time goes on. andre’s excuse for this is that february in connecticut is freezing, even with his track hoodie and sweatpants on. the truth is that he doesn’t want the cookies to mess up. he’d make the sweets time and time again if he had to, but it was more convenient to do it just once.

once the cookies are baked and placed in a plastic container, andre puts a jacket and shoes on, still wearing the clothes he slept in. he grabs the cookies and a gift he had gotten for cal weeks ago and basically runs from his house to his car so he can turn the heat up high. when he reaches the gabriel house, cal is still asleep. andre hands over the gift and the cookies to cal’s parents and makes his way to cal’s room, slipping through the door quietly. he takes off his jacket and his shoes and climbs into bed with cal.

cal doesn’t wake up for another hour or so, but andre doesn’t mind. he’s able to be there when cal wakes up. he’d wait forever for that. as the day continues, the boys are inseparable, watching movies together all day, enjoying andre’s baking, and opening gifts.

on andre’s birthday, cal is spending the night at andre’s place and counting down the minutes to midnight. he watches andre dozing off beside him before he jumps up and down at 12:00 because andre’s a year older now. andre wines, but cal pretends he doesn’t hear it. he has to almost drag andre out of bed and into the back yard where they climb on a rusted trampoline. the summer air is suffocating, and bugs are everywhere.

still, the boys lie down on the trampoline and stare at the stars. andre doesn’t really like big celebrations, especially the ones his family throws for him, so cal made sure that they do this every year. andre’s next year of life always starts with three of his favorite things: silence, space, and cal.

it’s beautiful.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for using the dog's peanut butter to make cookies?

I'm about the only person in my family who was born with the ability to bake anything (RIP to our oven of 2016, brutally murdered by mom) and for the last week my sister has been nagging me for peanut butter cookies.

We do not make a habit of stocking peanut butter, since the cookies are about the only thing we eat it in, but we do always have a jar in the cupboard for the dog for his lick mats and his kongs. Its literally normal peanut butter, people brand, just without the chemical that makes it bad for dogs in. Literally just normal peanut butter.

Its not contaminated because we only ever use it on his clean stuff, and we clean his toys well and properly and don't let him lick the spoon. So for example we never use it on a toy he's already licked and we wash all his toys before we put peanut butter in them. So its not full of dog slobber or anything.

I got super fed up with her nagging me so early this morning I made some. With the dog's peanut butter. She just came back, excitedly ate like six, then smugly said she knew asking so much would make me go out and get peanut butter earlier than the mid-week food shop, which is when I told her we'd buy some so I could make her cookies.

I laughed and told her I just used the dog's one since its exactly the same, and clean, and she spent 15 minutes bent over the sink pretending to throw up and is now on the phone ranting to her friend that I'm disgusting and tried to poison her. She even messaged in the family chat to tell our parents not to eat the cookies. Neither of them have seen it yet.

AITA? If the peanut butter was contaminated and gross I wouldn't have used it at all, I'm not that kind of person, but its clean and exactly the same stuff we'd buy to make cookies with otherwise, so I genuinely don't see the issue. I've had 2 cookies already and they taste delicious.

What are these acronyms?

[sapphirerogers]

Let's talk about the Avengers Assemble series.

I think the only reason it couldn't get a season 6 was because it was giving fans all the things the MCU couldn't/didn't. And filmmakers didn't like that. Seriously:

- It had a lot more of Falcon being an awesome dude (even had Falcon's mom bring them cookies on his first day)

- It had much more focus on Hawkeye and his cool sass and cool archery. He invented new arrows regularly.

- It had Stony. Lots of it. Absolutely made up for the near-complete lack of Stucky (because the movies already have that)

- Hawkeye being Stony shipper #1

- It had Black Widow being much better than in the movies (no sexist/objectifying portrayal of her)

- It actually explored the daily lives of the Avengers. Thor and Hulk fighting over peanut butter. Hawkeye enjoying said peanut butter while watching them fight. Steve and Tony doing training together. Steve and Tony talking about stuff. Lots of stuff.

- Tony used to pretend to be Captain America as a kid. There were pictures. There's a scene where Steve lends his shield to Tony during practice to see what he does with it.

- Hulk collects glass figurines in this universe. And keeps his room squeaky clean. And has a titanium blanket. Bruce is still a fucking genius.

- There were villains who haven't even been in the MCU yet.

- It ended its version of Civil War on a better note. Aka Steve and Tony team up for the bigger fight instead of acting like toddlers.

- Defeating Thanos was much easier here.

- It explored Steve's past and actually showed a more human side of him.

- It showed Steve painting portraits of all his teammates (aww) and also getting frustrated when his paintings don't turn out right (which is accurate and a much needed thing to show)

- It had him staying in the present (even after a time-space glitch caused Peggy and Howard to end up in the 21st century). Not that Steve didn't want to go back with her, he just chose the more sensible option.

- There were better jokes.

- All of them were attractive, even in animation. (I fell in love with AA!Steve first and AA!Clint is the reason I had a crush on the archer for a while)

- It did underrated characters justice.

- It was going great (really, 13 stars out of 10)

But that's why they shut it down.

Because too good wasn't okay for them.

[literaila]

cookie dough 

summary: is this one about self doubt or about cookie dough? who’s to say?

warnings: fluff, bad jokes (it’s midnight shhh), self-doubt, sweet peter, mean peter, mean reader, cookies, ovens

*

if an escape is what you're looking for, then peter seems to be the perfect place. 

"which one?" he's asking you now. "there's chocolate chip, peanut butter, snickerdoodle, macadamia nut..." 

you are definitely not just staring at his lips. 

you are completely focused, swear to it. 

you look down to the cookie dough he's frowning over. "i kinda just want to eat it." 

peter looks up. "you said that you wanted to make cookies." 

"i said that i wanted cookies. you said that you weren't going to make them alone," you nudge him with your shoulder. your lip twitches at the dubious look on his face. 

"now you're saying that you just want to eat the cookie dough?" he raises a brow. 

"look at how good it looks..." 

peter blinks. "you can't even see it," he says. "it's just the pillsbury dough boy." 

"i always did have a bit of a crush on him," you grin, taking the package from his hand. 

"i'm going to pretend that you didn't say that," besides you, peter cradles a hand to his chest, mock offended. 

he was already up when you called. 

peter was already waiting for you to interrupt his middle-of-the-night activities and drag him along on some endeavor to keep yourself entertained. 

you are lucky, you know. lucky that he was there when you needed him. 

not that you admit to needing him, of course. this is a mere coincidence. 

though, your jaw has gotten a bit sore from laughing. 

"this one says 'eat or bake,'" peter says. "we can get two. i'll make the cookies, and you can eat the dough." 

you frown at him, pushing away the 'safe to eat' dough. "that just ruins the fun." 

"the fun being salmonella?" 

"breaking the rules, peter," you frown at him, high and mighty with your cookie dough in your hands. by the time you get to eat it, it will be mush. "acting like a kid again and stealing a spoonful of dough from the bowl even though mom said not to--" 

"it's cookie dough." 

"i'll take five, please." 

peter laughs. "you can't afford five of these." 

"i can if i have the help of a very generous boyfriend." 

peter nods. he grabs a package--probably a terrible flavor, probably just to irritate you--and starts walking away. "let me know when you find one." 

you run along after him, trying to steal a peek at what he picked out. "i hope you know that this earns you no points," you say. 

but it does. 

peter is here with you, keeping away the loneliness that likes to creep in on nights like this. 

days when it gets dark far too soon and every hour feels like five different ones. 

days when without him, you think, you might cease to exist. 

peter gets points for just being there. for smiling at you like he is now. for kissing the top of your head and wrapping a hand around your waist as the two of you walk towards the checkout. 

*

"this is terrible," you say, taking another swipe of his sugar cookie dough. 

because, yes, peter is trying to get on your nerves. it is in no way deserved. 

he snorts. "then why are you eating it?" and then, because he's both taller and crueler than you, he moves the baking sheet out of your reach. 

"i need to properly judge you," you lean over his shoulder, examining his hands with curious eyes. "i just wanna help." 

"you want to steal the rest of the cookie dough." 

"why did yours come in circles?" you ask. "that's so much better than squares." 

"we'll draft an email while these are baking." 

you scowl at his back--glare at him when he looks to you with a cheeky smile--and move to sit on the counter. you still haven't opened your dough yet. 

"sugar cookies..." you whisper under your breath. 

"anything more than that," peter says, "and you'd get sick." 

you throw a dish towel at him. he catches it without a blink of an eye, continuing to place the circular patties of dough on the sheet. "you just picked those out so that i wouldn't eat all of them." 

"i'm saving you from crashing off a sugar high. you're welcome." 

"thanks, mom." 

peter chuckles. he thinks that you can't hear it, but you can.

"when are you going to be done?" you ask. "this is boring." 

"maybe if you weren't a thief i would let you help." 

"i am your executitive chef. i have to make sure that everything's up to standard." 

peter hums. he places the sheet in the oven, stepping back and spinning around. 

there are lines under his eyes because it's three in the morning. 

but he's smiling at you, and he still hasn't asked you to get out. 

it's a good enough sign. 

"now i'm done." 

"good." 

peter's smile widens, he takes a step toward you. "why?" he asks. "got big plans?" 

you smile back, leaning into him. "wanna cuddle." 

if peter laughs, you can't hear it. 

but he is quick to obey your command. he removes any distance between the two of you in an instant, hands wrapping around your back, nose falling into your hair. 

you can feel him breathing against you. 

every inhale is like a reminder; a sweet little love letter, letting you know that he's all yours. 

you breathe with him, swearing that it will get you even closer than you already are. 

"good?" peter whispers to you. 

he might be smiling. he sounds like he is, but you aren't sure. 

you nod against his chest, relaxing into the sound of him swallowing. the careful release of his shoulders, the smooth curve of his neck when you trail a hand up to his hair. 

he shivers. 

and you breathe in one last time. 

"sorry," you whisper against him. you're almost hoping that he can't hear. 

but peter doesn't miss much. 

"for what?" he asks, head falling so that it's closer to yours. lips right against your cheek. 

he kisses the skin of your jaw like it will convince you to tell him all of your secrets. 

which, in all honesty, it might. 

"just..." you sigh against him, unsure if you're conflicted or if peter's just distracting. "i know you were probably busy." 

peter pauses. he moves back, looking you in the eye. 

"i mean, i didn't want to interrupt any plans you might've had tonight," you continue. "and i know i'm being more clingy than usual. it's just been a long week and i missed you, and... i don't know. i’m just sorry.”

there is a moment of silence. 

a moment when you can hear the buzzing of the oven right next to you, the warmth coming from the floor beneath your feet. 

you can feel peter because he's right next to you, and you still feel so far away. 

a distance farther than the eye can see. 

"baby," peter whispers, hands drawing circles behind your ear. 

"yeah?" 

you aren't looking at him, just at the floor.

"you didn't interrupt anything. and you aren't being clingy." 

you raise a brow. "peter--" 

"--and if you are being clingy, then i don't mind. i like hugging you and holding your hand, and almost tripping over your legs when you try to walk as fast as i do--" 

"hey," you protest.

peter laughs. "all of it. i love all of it." 

he's absolutely sure. he's brushing the self-doubt off of your shoulders and telling you that this shirt, this confidence doesn't fit right. 

but you've grown used to swimming in the fabric. 

"i just don't want to push myself at you all of the time. we're independent people, we can do independent things." 

"you know what i do when you're not here?" peter asks you, mock-serious. he's smiling because he's an idiot and because you are. but he's still three inches away from you. breath on the skin of your forehead. 

"homework?" 

peter looks up, thinking about it. "okay, yes. sometimes. but mostly i just sit around, trying to come up with excuses to call you." 

you frown. "you don't need an excuse to call me," you tell him. 

"neither do you," peter reiterates. "i don't think that spending time with you is an interruption," he laughs a little bit. "actually, if you wanted to interrupt me more when i'm doing homework..." 

you breathe again, trying to stifle the doubt.

"you don't have to apologize just because you asked me if i wanted to go to the store with you."

you nod against him, because, sure, you agree. 

but you won't meet his eyes. but peter could be lying, and he could be secretly annoyed with you right now. 

and there are cookies in the oven that are going to burn and you aren't sure if peter set a timer or not. 

"hey," he interrupts, making you look at him with a gentle push of your chin. "i'm not lying." 

you scowl. 

he laughs. "i can read your mind, you know." 

"no, you can't." 

"then how do i know that you're thinking about how much you want me to kiss you?" peter leans down, his breath a gentle lurking. like a pitter-patter of your heart. 

you smile almost against him. 

and then you close the distance, molding yourself to him in an instant. 

and he clarifies a million things. he tells you over and over again that you are worthy of something, if only him. he rewrites sonnets on your skin, leaving behind marks that won’t fade with time.

peter bruises your lips and swears that it’s all out of love. he’s gentle as he ruins your skin, soft and teasing as he dents the once soft curve of your neck.

he whispers words into your mouth and they echo back. he tells you that you won’t be able to escape that easily.

then he pulls back, smiling.  

"was i right?" 

you hum. "not sure. you might wanna try again." 

peter almost gets a laugh out before the oven beeps and interrupts both of you. 

you groan. 

*

my masterlist here.

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[girl-who-writes-world]

Here we go, as promised:

Diego Hargreeves Headcanons

🔪 Diego was obsessed with legos as a kid, I’m talking lego cities covered his floor, can’t walk into his room without risking impalement in your foot

🎸 Learned electric guitar as his instrument when their father made them learn one. First song he played on it was Judas by Lady Gaga at Klaus’ request

⚾ Baseball was one of his favorite pastimes and his team always won Thanks telekinesis He would also play catch and mini games with his kids.

🔪 Cried when he first read Charlotte's Web

🎸His walmart brand Batman self allowed Klaus to practice eyeliner on him and would often keep it on all day. He got the technique down as an early teen and would do his kid’s eyeliner for them when they were teens themselves. (It reminded him of his own teenage years with his brother)

⚾ That man wore platforms. (He literally wore all leather to his father’s funeral, platforms and eyeliner are not far fetched)

🔪 He had those ceiling star night lights

🎸He got really into astronomy with Ben. His favorite constellation was Perseus. (When Ben died he kept all of his books and notes. He also made grace tell him about all the constellations and planets)

⚾ He learned spanish very early on and picked up a little accent from his tutors. (Of course reggie would hire actual native Spanish speakers, only the best for his superhero adopties.)

🔪 Diego puts Ben, Stanley, Grace, Pogo, and Patch on his alter for Día de Muertos

🎸He is very close to his heritage when Lila and him actually get their own place. He celebrates all Mexican holidays and goes all out.

⚾ His house always smells like food and his siblings get a package of meals, pastries, and bread at least once a month

🔪 He hosts family dinners during holidays and he spends the whole day (and the days before) preparing for his entire family. His kids are all very involved with the baking and cooking and he helps Lila make her own dishes. (She is not allowed near his cookies though, because he swears she is the reason they always burn when she helps him) His siblings all rave over his churros.

🎸 He makes his own guacamole and salsa, his and the kids are always spicy while Lila’s must be medium heat. He has multiple flavors and spice levels at all times.

⚾ When he was a teen he and Grace would make Pan de Muerto for Día de Muertos. He would get up early with her so he could help out.

🔪 He runs his house on Disney and shows from his childhood. He’s one of those people who believes newer kid shows to encourage tantrums and bad behavior. I’m talking his kids were raised on Little Einsteins, Sid the Science Kid, Sofia the First, Scooby Doo, Tom and Jerry, and Team Umizoomi

🎸He is a big couples costumes fan, but specifically the dorky costumes. Peanut Butter and jelly, eggs and toast, Fred and Daphne, ect.

⚾ Soup cures all illnesses, tea is also a great remedy.

🔪 This man gardens all his own vegetables, fruits, and herbs

🎸He lets his daughters paint his nails and shows them off “Oh you like them?! Thanks! My little girls did them! They are getting so good at designs!”

⚾He is the kind of person to really love his smile lines and wrinkles, they’re proof he is happy and fulfilled.

🔪 Rock music blaring when he picks up his kids from school

🎸He and Lila are at every parent teacher conference and every school activity.

⚾ He doesn’t mind scary movies but any scary doctor movies are off limits.

🔪 There will be no ouija boards in his house, he doesn’t want any evil spirits. Klaus scared him once by pretending to be possessed, he now sages the house when he “feels something evil”

🎸He made sure every one of his kids felt special, he refused to let his kids end up like Viktor almost did.

⚾ His fashion taste when he’s not in leather is very 70’s. Flared pants and button up shirts. Oranges, blues, purples, and browns. He’d loved the 70’s ever since he was a kid.

🔪 He has brotherly outing with all his brothers and makes sure to spend time with his sisters as well, in-law or not they’re family.

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Gould being dewormed? Say more, which ones are good and which ones hate it

Copia uses the gel he rubs on the back of their necks just because it’s easier then getting them to take pills…less teeth and all that, he found that out the hard way.

Dew: Surprisingly likes it. Genuinely shocks everyone with how well behaved he is for Copia. He’s happy to sit there with his hair tied up in a high bun as Copia rubs the gel onto his neck. He even purrs and once Copia is done he rubs his head on his chest as a thank you. He gets kissed and head pats after for being so good.

Phantom: Doesn’t mind it. Doesn’t really acknowledge it. But he’s very fidgety because it tickles, okay? Copia has to distract him peanut butter to get him to be still. He doesn’t really know what’s going on, all he knows is he gets peanut butter in exchange for Copia rubbing his neck a little.

Mountain: Tolerates it. Sits there pouting the entire time but let’s Copia do what he has to do. Gets a little lecture from Copia each time about how important it is because he’s always outside. Also because he’s always outside he has to have flea baths but he doesn’t mind them, especially when Aether helps him.

Cumulus: Also tolerates it. She doesn’t really like her neck being touched for long but she trusts Copia. He does get a little warning growl if he takes too long though.

Swiss: Pretends to hate it. Hisses and bites and Copias hands and puts up a massive fuss about it but purrs as soon as Copia touches him. Gives him a kiss once he’s done as an apology for being such a shit.

Aurora: Thinks it’s a game. Copia has to chase her around the entire ministry and pin her down. She laughs the entire time and once he’s done she tries to pin him down and put the gel on his neck.

Rain: Hates it. Has to be muzzled or he will bite. Hates the feeling of something touching his neck, hates the feeling of the sticky gel drying on him. Gets the same lecture as Mountain but doesn’t pay attention because he’s too busy growling. Has to have flea baths as well but he likes those, especially when he can join Mountain.

Cirrus: Growls and side eyes him the entire time but let’s him do what he has to do. She has to have another ghoul, Sunny mostly, with her because having her neck touched makes her feel a little anxious but she knows it’s important so let’s Copia do it.

Aether: He likes it. Maybe not as much as Dew, but he still likes it. Him and Copia always end up taking for ages after, drinking tea while Aether fills him in on all the tea in the ministry. He likes spending the time with Copia.

Sunshine: Like Phantom, she doesn’t really acknowledge it. She likes the attention she gets and Copia always gives her a cookie after. He tail wags the entire time.

[ladytesla]

The Great Faerun Baking Show (Part one of possibly more)

Intelligence is knowing a tomato is a fruit.  Wisdom is knowing not to put ketchup in a profiterole.  Dexterity is crafting a croquembouche out of red craquelin-encrusted ketchup-filled profiteroles.  Strength is carrying that croquembouche from your bench to the judge’s table.  Constitution is being able to withstand the pressure of having your tomato croquembouche being judged by Prue Leith.  Charisma is trying to convince Paul Hollywood that your tomato croquembouche was a completely logical idea.

Twelve new bakers have been chosen to enter the tent.  Over the next ten weeks, they will face 30 brand new challenges.  Every aspect of their baking will be scrutinized and put up to the scrutiny of Prue and Paul.  Each week one will rise to become Star Baker, and whoever crumbles to the pressure will be sent home.  But who will go on to win the Great Faerun Baking Show?

I came up with this horrible idea so now I’m inflicting it on all of you.  May the gods have mercy on your souls.  So here’s how this odd little imagine is going to work.  I have no idea what’s going to happen.  I’m just going to roll a D20 ‘bake check’ for everyone, and write out the results, including what everyone rolled so y’all know I’m not cheating just so my druid boyfriend can win.  The person with the lowest total score (out of a possible score of 60) goes home. I’m going to write this in short form, but if this gets a lot of traction I might make this a full-scale fanfiction with shenanigans on like AO3 or something.

Our bakers are 6 men and 6 women.  I put all romanceable companions, Jaheira and Minsc, Dammon because he’s wonderful, and because I’m making the rules here, my tav Medora. If you’d rather not deal with someone else’s tav, just pretend it’s Alfira since they’re both female bards. If you're interested in seeing what my sleep-deprived mind came up with one night, read on!

Week One: Cake Week, or "why did you think putting literal blood in a cake was a good idea"

Signature Challenge: Swiss Roll Cake

Astarion: Dark chocolate and blood orange.  It cracked a little on the top, but it tasted quite nice.

Dammon: Apple pie.  Surprisingly for a blacksmith who works with heavy-duty equipment he’s really good at making small, delicate things.  It had a tiny lattice top in royal icing like a real apple pie would.  It tasted excellent. 

Gale: He wanted something unusual and colorful, so he went with ube.  He wanted to use magic to make it float or change color, but was told that was against the rules.  It’s okay though, It was still really nice, and beautifully presented.

Halsin: Wild blueberry and honey.  He harvested the honey himself, and was proud to say so.  Unfortunately he used sugar instead of salt because he got distracted by some ducks walking by outside the tent, and it tasted awful.

Jaheira: Chocolate and peanut butter.  It’s flavors her kids like.  Unfortunately Paul seems to always have issues with peanut butter and how it glues his mouth shut.  He wasn’t as big a fan of the cake as Prue was.

Karlach: S’mores swiss roll with toasted marshmallows on top.  She toasted the marshmallows a bit too much, but that’s part of the charm of s’mores.  She’s not sorry.

Lae’zel: Matcha and black sesame.  Interesting flavor choices, but not as well-executed as the judges would have liked.

Medora: Lemon meringue.  The meringue was very poorly executed, the lemon curd squished out of the sides of the cake, and the cake itself cracked horribly.

Minsc: Chai swiss roll.  The swiss roll wasn’t as tight as it should have been, but the flavors were lovely.

Minthara: Chocolate and whiskey swiss roll.  Accompanied by shots of whiskey, in an attempt to bribe the judges.

Shadowheart: Cookies and cream swiss roll, with a neat half and half black and white design.  It wasn’t perfect by a long shot, but she managed to cover up some of the worst sins with strategically-placed oreos.

Wyll: Red velvet. A classic flavor for a classic guy, and executed almost perfectly.

Technical Challenge: Cherry Cake

Bakers will be listed in descending order of success.

Karlach

Lae’zel

Minsc

Jaheira and Shadowheart tied, actually.  You decide who gets fourth.

Either Shadowheart or Jaheira, depending on who’s your least favorite lol

Medora

Halsin

Wyll and Gale also tied.  Pick your favorite.

Gale or Wyll

Astarion

Dammon

Minthara

Showstopper Challenge: Chocolate Celebration Cake

Astarion: Tiers are lopsided and the texture is claggy, but he did his best to charm the judges and distract them.

Dammon: Not as successful as his signature round, but his piping work was surprisingly delicate.

Gale: Attempted to make a chocolate tribute to Mystra.  The sculptural aspect was lacking, but he was one of the few contestants to use ruby chocolate, which was unique.

Halsin: Used even more foraged berries on a white chocolate cake.  Very successful.

Jaheira: Dropped her cake before she could finish decorating it.  Could not be judged.

Karlach: Put in some cinnamon and chili to make a Mexican hot chocolate cake.  Very nice.

Lae’zel: No one knows what dimension that chocolate came from, only that it was amazing.  She got a Hollywood Handshake.

Medora: Finally seemed to get with the program and baked a lovely triple-chocolate cake.

Minsc: Despite him not having hair, Boo drove him like it was a scene from Ratatouille and created chocolate perfection.  Hollywood Handshakes for both of them.

Minthara: Her cake was very dry and didn’t have enough frosting.

Shadowheart: Insisted her cake be colored black with activated charcoal and got it everywhere.

Wyll: Tried to go for a classic again, and did well, but the judges wondered if he played it too safe.

The Results

Our star baker this week with a total score of 49/60 is: Karlach!

And unfortunately due to her total score of 18/60, Minthara is the first to leave the tent.

And that concludes Cake Week!

Biscuit Week

Bread Week

Pies and Tarts Week

Underdark Week

[cat-esper]

Find the Word Tag

I was tagged ages ago by @ahordeofwasps

Tagging: @awleeofficial, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @pb-dot, and open tag.

Your words are time, voice, perfect, and control

My words are beat, cheat, fleet, and neat and I grabbed these snippets from The Zodiac Circuit.

Beat

Eleanor presses her forehead against his and they both close their eyes, Hector a beat after she does. It's something they've done countless times. "Nothing lasts forever, not the good or the bad. We just have to hold out a little longer." "Just a little longer," Hector murmurs. "And then we can be a proper family again. We'll get to pick out a school for Miranda and watch her make friends. We can invite your parents over for Christmas." "You just want their pies," Hector says. Eleanor smiles. "That too." "Maybe we should get a dog." "That's the best idea I've heard all day." There is movement from upstairs and I alert them through the speakers in the walls. "Miranda is awake," I say. "She'll be hungry," Hector says. "I have cookies in my suitcase." Eleanor snorts and pulls away from him. "She's getting a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The cookies are for after dinner. Come on, she's missed you. Everyday it's 'When's daddy coming home?'" Hector grins. "Then I'll just go upstairs and tell her the answer's today." It's a race between them to see who mounts the stairs faster. Hector wins and when Miranda sees him at the threshold of her room, she squeals and rushes on short legs to him. He kneels down and catches her in a hug while Eleanor looks on, smiling. For one moment, it's like the world is normal.

Cheat

"Rhys Valencya, what do you think you're doing?" Carmady asked in the tone of voice she used when Rhys was little and had been caught cheating on a test. The voice was enough to freeze Rhys and make her feel small and weak again and ashamed. Carmady took a slow step forward. "I trusted you, Rhys. I vouched for you. And this is how you repay that trust? By betraying your family?" "You killed my dad," Rhys said, the words getting caught in her throat so that the last syllable came out as a whisper. She swallowed. "If anyone's betrayed this family, it's you."

Fleet

The pod unlatched with a hiss and the lid rolled back. In those fleeting seconds, Rhys had time to imagine that the Church had hid the lich's body down here all these years and that she'd been tricked. That she would find herself face to face with a creature out of every San Frascan's nightmare. Then the lid retracted and what Rhys was looking at wasn't any horrible undead monster. It was a man. He didn't look dead at all, but he didn't look alive either. The pod had probably held him in stasis. He was light-skinned, with perfectly groomed brown hair, and he wore simple black and white garb. "Shit, it is a medical pod," Rhys whispered. How long had this been down here? How long had her family just kept some random guy in their basement? Lights flickered on inside the pod, activating...something. Rhys knew she should run, that whoever this was wasn't her business, but she couldn't stop staring. "Who are you?" As if he had heard her, the man's eyes opened.

Neat

The crypt always gave Rhys the shivers so she did everything in her power to avoid coming down here, even pretending to be sick once so she didn't have to help carry a body. Coffin shelves stood in neat rows, each nook home to the decaying dead. Bones upon bones were laid here, all around her. She could imagine them still conscious, just lying there in the dark with their sunken eye sockets and rotting teeth and long, bony fingers, just waiting for the lich to give the command: rise. She shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself. There was no climate control down here so it was cold and moist and smelled like sweet decay. Generations of Valencyas were buried down here along with all the hapless dead of the city, people everyone thought had been cremated. If San Frasca knew Carmady had kept all their corpses down here, they'd be furious. Any dead remains could be used by the Lich in his army. The only way to ensure that didn't happen was to completely destroy the remains so nothing but ash and the tiniest bone shards remained. Someday, Rhys too would end up down here, just another unwitting soldier waiting to serve.

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