#rock salt cookie

[benisbeaaaaans]

A flower blooms from salted ground.

[kittydoesthings]

It is time… AWAKEN! My comrades, my friends!

THE ALMIGHTY BEASTS!

aka Moonstone and his four weed-smoking girlfriends

also a couple more doodles I have yet to share plus Pezzy’s fullbody under the cut!

[pitotube]

the worst part about isolating at home is that i can't just go to the shop for a little treat... little treat is beyond my reach...

[flordellums]

I need some salty nutrition

I made a ko-fi because eating chips isn't essential, but I would be delighted to eat a bag of chips when my hunger comes at my weakest hours.

So if you like my work and have some left coins in your jacket, gift me a chip bag.

[onekeii]

Can you help me out?

Day 2: Trapped together in a snowstorm | "I thought you knew where you were going?!" Stray Kids: Lee Minho/Lee Know x Fem!Reader Warnings/Genre: friends to lovers, light angst, bad humour, smut, oral (m!receiving), uni au i guess? Summary: Minho's always there for you when you need a hand. Word Count: 2,628 AN: can’t believe i’ve never written lee know fanfic before lol. also i write in british english but i can’t stand the look of the word “mum” so that is intentionally american.

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“You want me to drive you four hours to your Mom’s house?” Minho groans, his voice muffled through the phone line. “Yep,” you say confidently. If you pretended nothing was wrong with the idea, maybe there wouldn’t be?

“In this weather?” He says. You force yourself to look up. Snow blanketed every available surface - the train station roof, the tops of cars, the bins. The pavement and road before you were clear but slick with muddy snow and grit salt. The cement absorbed each meagre snowflake that fell atop it. You shake a few from your eyelashes and hum, “Mhm.”

He can't mask his sigh, “On Christmas Eve?” 

“I was screwed over by the trains, how was I supposed to know they’d cancel them all just because of some snow? Minho, please! Can you help me out?” You were desperate now. You’d fall to your knees in front of him, in the snow, if he was there in person.

Shuffling around, keys jingling, the chk of a door handle, “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

“Thank you so much!” You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. It turned to steam and lifted itself into the air gracefully, more graceful than your little celebratory jig. Minho hangs up without a word, I should buy him some snacks, at least, you think.

As promised, Minho pulls into the train station within fifteen minutes and you hear the boot unlock with a click. He motions to the back of the car with a lazy hand, making no move to get out the car himself. You grumble to yourself as you dump your heavy suitcase in the back and slam the door a little harder than you should, but when you climb into the passenger seat and greet him, it's with your biggest, toothy smile.

You met him on your first day at university, and the two of you were inseparable ever since. Both of you took the same electives every year, rocked up to every party together, and hung out every day. You’ve called on his help more than you’d care to admit, sometimes just to feel his hand guide yours, or to watch his shirt ride up when he searches the top shelf for you. But he always came. This was your worst grievance by far, though.

“Coffee,” you announce, putting two cups into the holder. “Snacks,” you dangle the bag of crisps and cookies in front of his face before tossing it to the back seat. 

“Not only are you using me as your personal chauffeur, but you want to ruin my skin, too?” he tuts. 

“Just get to the motorway, I’ll guide you from there,” you pull out your phone and open Maps, but Minho has pulled out, the gritty roads adding a tasteful crunch to the low rumble of the car.

Hour one is spent fighting over the music, complaining about your teachers, and complaining even more about your classmates. Hour two, you feel, is socially acceptable for you to reach into the seat behind you and open up the snacks. “This dude texted me just this morning-” you're cut off by Minho.

“Your flatmate’s ex?” He asks. Far into the infinitely straight motorway, he holds the wheel with just one hand, slouched into his chair a little. He does everything so effortlessly, you can't help but linger on it for a minute. With his eyes fixed on the road, all Minho has to do to be fed is hold out his free hand. Last time you pressed a singular Dorito into it, this time it's a whole chocolate chip cookie. He frowns at your choice, but obliges himself anyway.

Nodding at his question, you leave your directions app to read the text verbatim, “He texted me, ‘I can’t keep this to myself anymore. I broke up with her because I like you more.’” You giggle to yourself as you read - you and your housemate enjoyed poking fun at him together this morning, but you look up to see Minho was not laughing at all. Both hands gripped the wheel tightly, knuckles turning slightly white.

What’s wrong? You wanted to ask, but you just still your laughter and glance out the window. Something turned in your gut, maybe you knew why, but asking him so directly… that risked making it real. “Turn coming up,” Minho’s voice slashes through your thoughts, you scramble to change back to your app. 

Mobile Data is Turned Off Turn on mobile data or use Wi-Fi to access data.

No matter, “It’s the second lane,” you say, certain in your memory. I’ll get my signal back in a moment. 

Hour three: you had guessed two more turnings, but you recognised neither. Your hometown was, apparently, still a little further, so you were looking out for the town before it on the signs that flashed past, to no avail. Did you remember wrong earlier? You look down at your phone but, still, no signal. 

The car was silent from your conversation earlier, but if Minho was still brooding, you were too panicked to notice. Another sign wooshes past, this one informing you of a petrol station a few miles away.

“Can we stop there?” You point it out to Minho.

He nods, “You... you okay?”

Elbow leaning against the car window sill, head in your hands, you shake your head. It was no use lying to him. Only when the car rolled to a stop did you show your face to him. Your vision was blurred with tears that were yet to fall, but you could see him jolt back a little, as if the sight scared him.

“Why are you crying?” He undid his seatbelt and reached forward, using his thumb to wipe one eye clear. A tender move he only reserved for you in dire moments. You run your sleeve across the other eye and mumble, “I think you know why.”

Minho purses his lips together, searching your eyes for a clue, “I really don’t, to be honest.”

“It begins with an ‘L’?” The frustration was a knot in your stomach, balling up tighter and tighter. How was he not getting it? “Like the ‘L’ word?” A poor choice of words on your part, but you were out with it now.

“...Lesbians?” he sits up straight, his eyebrows knitted together. God, you thought, is he trying to be funny, or is he just clueless? 

“Lost. Minho,” you say with snark, your eyes turn away from him for a moment in disbelief, “We’re lost!”

Now he seemed to get it, “I thought you knew where you were going?!” his voice peaks. A little too loud. 

The tears are seeping into your eyes once more. You want to say something - an excuse, an apology - but nothing comes out your stupid mouth. Instead, you watch yourself open the car door, practically rolling out of your seat before throwing the door back against the car. Then you’re walking towards the little petrol shop lighting up the dark sky. Since when had the sun set? What time even was it? You dreaded the answer.

Minho catches up to you in an instant, planting himself in front of you. The light from behind illuminated the outline of him; he was glowing. Glowing, like an angel who came to save you. He always came to save you, and yet you never did him any favours. Avoiding his eyes, you take one step to the side and try to walk around him. He blocks you again, this time with a hand on your shoulder.

“Can you just slow down and talk to me for a second?” Minho asks. “You always storm off when you’re upset and do something stupid.”

“I’m trying to buy a map,” you spit.

He sighs, then he’s winding his arms around your shoulders and pulling you in. You stumble forward, head against his chest and dizzy from his cologne. It’s far from the first time the two of you have hugged; goodbye hugs and ‘friendly’ movie cuddles and hugs when you’re feeling down. But it was strange this time. Minho committed himself to driving four - no, eight - hours through snow for you, you had just extended that time by getting lost, and now he was the one comforting you. You finally wrap your arms around his back.

“Why’d you bother driving out for me?” You say into his shoulder.

“Because you asked.” He pulls away, one corner of his mouth was pulled upwards into a smile. Then he turns on his heel, “Go sit in the car, I’ll get the map.” 

Thanks to that conveniently placed station, and Minho’s suspiciously fast driving, you were waylaid for only an hour. He did slow down, eventually, when you were back on track, for the increased snow covering the windshield and sticking to the road started to scare you a little.

“I hope it clears before you have to drive home,” you chew at your lip, but the snow showed no sign of letting up. When he pulls into your Mom’s driveway, the sky was pitch black. You wouldn’t have noticed it was there save for the snowflakes that fell from it in torrents now. Minho was adamant not to leave his heated car, but you drag him through the front door anyway. “At least stay for a coffee,” you say.

“Goodness,” a familiar voice rings from the kitchen, and your mother soon totters over to the front door, “I was about to ring you my dear- Oh, who’s this?”

“Mom, Minho. Minho, my Mom,” you sputter, realising how woefully unprepared you were for this interaction.

“Hi, Miss,” Minho says awkwardly, his lips pressed together in a thin line.

“You didn’t mention a boyfriend to me, dear, or did it slip my mind?” she pauses, “No, I would surely remember such a thing-”

Both of you cut her off in unison, “Oh, he’s not-” “Uh, I’m not-” You glare at him and he shrinks back into himself. “My train got cancelled so he drove me here,” you explain, “he was about to leave.”

“If he drove you all this way, then he must stay!” your mother beckons the two of you further into the room with wild hand gestures, “I won’t let him drive home so late, and in this weather too!”

“It’s alright, uh, Miss, I don’t mind,” Minho stumbles. What was he supposed to say? Your mother wasn’t listening. “I’ve plenty of food - too much! And her bed is big enough for the two of you–”

You didn’t hear anything else she had to say after that for she was running back into the kitchen, chatting to no one in particular. Minho turned to you, wide-eyed and lips twisted in an exasperated smile. Snow was still melting into his hair from your brief adventure outside. You reach up and pick one from his hair, watching it sink into your skin, “Sorry, looks like you’re staying here,” you say, the corners of your mouth heaving a smile onto your face.

When your mother finished feeding the both of you and talked Minho to exhaustion, she ushered you upstairs to get some sleep. You looked at the double bed in your room, still in the same place as it was when you first moved to uni. It was like nothing changed, except it had; Minho was in the room with you now. Clambering under the covers, you refuse to look back at him. The bed shifts and bounces a little when he slides under the sheets next to you.

You shared a bed with him many times before, for cheap hotel rooms and unplanned sleepovers, of course it didn’t matter this time. But it did. He’s next to you in your childhood bed, he’s met your mother, and it’s Christmas. You huff and submerge yourself further under the covers, making a point to face away from him. Minho turns off the lamp, rustles around behind you for a moment, then silence falls around you. Silence weaves its way between his steady breaths and your whirling thoughts. 

Hours felt like minutes, staring at nothing behind your closed eyelids. You sigh and roll over, hoping Minho had the sense to sleep the opposite way too. He did not. When your head hits the pillow again and you open your eyes out of curiosity, he was staring back at you.

It’s just dark, you think to yourself and blink away the static. But warm streetlights bleed into your room through cracks in your blinds, and you knew you weren’t dreaming. Why is he so weird? Yet you stare back.

“What?” He finally whispers.

Yes, what? You’re drawing blanks, then you can think of only one thing. You absolutely cannot say that, but your mouth is moving anyway, “I really wanna kiss you.”

“Okay,” he blinks. A few rogue strands of hair, freshly washed of snow, fall delicately across his face. 

You’re stunned. “...Okay?” 

“So?” His lips are parted, inviting you in, deliciously open so that all you need to do to taste him is attack. But you can’t.

This is far from your first rodeo. You’ve always been able to hit on other guys, to pull them closer by their collars, to drag them through your apartment door, to wrap your legs around their waists before you reach the bed. Minho is not other guys. What if you mess it up? Yet another sigh, so far reaching it blows his stray hairs back out of his face, “So, can you help me out?”

Yes. His answer, just like every other time, is yes. But he doesn’t say it; he snakes his arm around your nape, tugs you closer, and that’s all it takes. Your lips are on his, your body is static, your mind is lost from you. You shut your eyes and allow yourself to melt into him. But then your leg is hooked around his waist. His hands travel from your clothed thighs to rest on your ass. Rolling your hips down onto him, hard, he groans into your lips. The vibrations travelling through you only spur you to move faster.

Shirts, pants, underwear, they’re all on the floor in an instant. Five minutes ago, you did not have the faintest idea you’d end up in this position. You're knelt between his legs. Minho’s hard and looking up at you expectantly. His eyes are mocking you, challenging you. So you take him on. Lips closing around his member, you cast your eyes up as you take in as much of him as you can. He’s already tensed his eyelids shut in pleasure. A devious swish of your tongue, another and another, and his head is lolling backwards. 

Minho tangles his fingers through your hair, pushing you down further onto his cock. Obliging, you begin to bob your head up and down, moving faster with each of his grunts, tongue working at him furiously. He tenses, dick throbbing and releasing warmth to your mouth; you ride him through it, his shallow panting a musical backdrop as you watch white cum drip from the corners of your mouth, down his shaft. When you release him, the rest spills onto his toned stomach. A deep inhale, to catch your breath, then you swallow what’s left.

With nothing to focus on now, no high to push him to, you’re suddenly very aware of his eyes on you. With delicate fingers, he traces the outline of your hips to your waist, lingering on your breasts and how your nipples are hard with cold and pleasure.

“Your turn,” he grins, sitting up and pushing you back into the bed before you could even defend yourself, capturing your lips with his once more.

@12daysofchristmas

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[fictionandfixation]

Older Bachelor headcanons!

Older Bachelor stardew headcanons because I’ve been playing lots recently! All sfw, some mentions of smoking/alcohol 💕 also please bear in mind I am no SDV expert, so sorry if these go against canon occasionally!

Harvey ☕��🔬📚

• Secret smoking habit that he would rather die than tell anyone about. Not often, but during flu season when he’s stressed, you can find him cooped up in his room with an imported cigar or a Marlboro Gold, an espresso and an Agatha Christie.

• Plays classic soul, funk, golden oldies and jazz in the foyer of the clinic on an old-timey record player, and chooses every day from his large record collection. Frequently irritates Maru with the extent of his Doris Day enjoyment.

• Kind of wide-set - very broad shoulders, and quite tall.

• Packets of salted peanuts and cookies on the clinic foyer desk which he restocks every week.

• Goes to fetch you personally from the mines or Skull Cavern sometimes when you get knocked out. And he also keeps a vintage forest green car behind the clinic to pick you up in. He hopes one day you’ll wake up on the way back and compliment his tasteful vehicle choice or notice he’s bringing you home. You don’t.

• Best friends with Evelyn. Worst enemies with George.

• Tennis player. Plays with whoever will say yes in the mountains and always manages to punt the ball into the lake somehow. Also used to be in a rock climbing club at university, and has sort of sinewy forearms as a result.

• Outrageous flirt after a few glasses of Pinot Noir, mostly because I think he’s on the spectrum but also because I think it would help him stop being quite so nervous.

• Brown suspenders. Every. Single. Day.

• Gives Jas and Vincent candy after their checkup.

• “Sweetheart/honey” as a nickname for you.

Elliott 📜🖋️🐚

• Striped. Matching. Pajamas.

• Finds, forages and cooks mussels when he needs to impress someone. And on that note, very much a French cuisine enjoyer.

• If blue cheese has no fans Elliott is dead.

• Rizz master. Silver tongue. Read so much romance when he was a teenager that it has actively become a part of his personality to be a book boyfriend.

• Very willowy and slender. Metabolism of the gods. Puts away food like it’s nobody’s business.

• Can read several languages, but just can’t master an accent so never uses them in a spoken context. Definitely a student of Latin.

• English accent headcanon! Probably spent the first couple of decades of his life in somewhere high-income like Warwickshire, or (more likely) Cornwall or Exeter, on or near the coast. I am also envisioning him as having been to an old collegiate university like Durham, or maybe a college at Oxford (Merton I reckon).

• Writes and then burns poems about everyone he’s ever been in love with. Starts keeping them when he meets you.

• Chats fashion history with Emily and Haley.

• Religious about his collection of cravat-style ties because he’s seen the Colin Firth Pride and Prejudice a few too many times.

• Frequent book club gatherings with Caroline, Marnie, Robin and Jodi (mostly because mothers love him, the main selling point here being that he has definitely read at least one Jodi Picoult book. He does not remember anything about it, he’s just glad to be invited).

“Dearest/my love” as a pet name.

Shane 🍺🍕🐓

• Snores. Very quiet about it though.

• I know a lot of people HC Harvey as oldest but I reckon it’s Shane. He also acts the most like a bitter old man whereas I feel Harvey is just ‘mature’.

• Could be convinced to grow a beard. Maybe.

• Goes for a jog three times a week. Hates it. Refuses to stop and really isn’t even sure why he does it himself any more.

• Secret Lana Del Rey enjoyer. Mainly a fan of Midwest emo, classic rock, nu metal and sometimes country but the kind of country where they sing about killing people and getting away with it.

• Raised by heavily Christian parents in the Deep South. Yes this is a Southern accent headcanon. Yeehaw.

• Lets Jas put eyeshadow on him sometimes. Shaves properly only when she wants to put makeup on him.

• Craft beer’s number one opp. Wants an ice cold tap Budweiser only, and if there isn’t enough head on it he will be asking for a refund. Not that Gus would ever do that to him.

• Has muscle with padding. Very strong, very wide in stature, but not lean at all. Biceps wider than your neck that you could (and would) use as pillows.

• Makes the most insane hangover breakfast known to man. Bacon. Pancakes. Sausage. Home fries. Butter. Syrup. You’re putting on a bit of healthy relationship weight for sure with Shane as your partner.

• “Darlin’/baby” user. “Sweet cheeks” as a joke. Kind of a joke.

Hope you guys enjoyed these!! I am down irretrievable for Older Bachelor content because I love ✨older men✨

Please let me know if you’d like some more for these characters or the other bachelors and bachelorettes!

[kurthummeldeservesbetter]

More Jayvik Headcanons cause I can’t stop

Viktor gets upset any time Jayce tried killing a bug, using a rat trap or shooing away birds from their windows so he has to capture and release everything and also adds bird feeders to the little balcony. One time a bird flew into their window and fell to the ground (they don't know what happened to it after) and Viktor got so upset (he claims it was the 48hours w/o sleep) that Jayce had to take him home for the day.

Jayce reads out loud to both of them at night, especially when Viktor is too much of an insomniac to sleep. Viktor repays him with shoulder massages when Jayce can’t sleep.

Viktor gets propositioned by members and students of the academy the time. Jayce is fine with this. Jayce gets propositioned by members of different houses all the time. Viktor is totally fine with this. (They aren’t but they get very possessive, which turns them both on).

Viktor made fun of Jayce’s man of progress mug so much that Jayce upped it with a Viktor commemorative plate. Viktor then made Jayce-themed silverware. Jayce commissioned Viktor tailored napkins. The war of commemorative dinnerware is still ongoing.

Viktor has to hold Jayce’s hand whenever they visit farmers markets or other town centers. Not just because he likes holding hands, it’s because Viktor wanders off all time and gets distracted by everything. Jayce lost him for two hours one time.

Jayce has to wear some sort of apron or shirt in the forge now. He’s gotten too many chest burns and tears that no matter how good he looks, he’s got to wear some sort of guard. Viktor is slightly disappointed but at least Jayce is safe from 3rd degree burns.

They have to turn the fan on at night for the white noise, due to them both hating silence. (Working in the lab/forge for years means tinnitus). It also helps that Jayce runs hot (and cuddles an ice box Viktor) and they created sheets that even out their temperatures. They have not marketed these sheets because it would mean detailed explanations on how they know it works. (They have created ones for Caitlyn and Vi though.)

They both love flowers and gift them to each other all the time. They have to do fresh cut, because neither of them can keep potted plants alive.

It is inevitable, that if you are a current council member and decide to pay them a visit to see for yourself what they are doing in the labs, then you will walk in on them in very compromising positions at least once. Mel only told Shoola, so she's been able to knock and warn them. Cassandra one time walked in on them shirtless + making out, rolled her eyes, warned them about lab safety and proper protocols, and stood there waiting until they redressed and made them do a rundown of their current prototypes. power move queen. (learned it from Mel).

Jayce can cook but not bake, Viktor can bake but not cook. Jayce likes how cooking (save for temperatures) is a little more freeform and can't help but try and be a little more lax with baking, but it always ends up badly (rock-solid bread, cookies that are paper-thin and salty.) However he has made stunning 4-course meals and can make even a basic sandwich 5-star quality.

Viktor likes the structure of baking. He can make literally any bread or dessert with just one look at a recipe. Using baking to de-stress even. Has made macrons of all flavors. However, do not ask him to cook. His tastebuds for anything that isn't sweet are wack. Once dropped an entire container of salt into soup once and didn't notice.

Awful handwriting for the both of them. Only they know what each other wrote. Sky has to transcribe anything official. Mel can only sort of read what they have written on their boards, but that's mostly by context clues. Caitlyn doesn't even bother.

They have a timer for water that goes off every 30 minutes in a work day. It's enforced by Sky because they get so focused they forget to hydrate.

[beadelmare]

introducing my b99 dr <3 and once again i'm the main character (i have a complex) but we roll

detective beatriz vega , rookie , adrenaline junkie , avid gum chewer , competitive for literally no reason , impulsive , smug grins , classic rock , dramatic asf , biggest peraltiago shipper , caffeine addict , cannot sit properly , major foodie , corny one liners "seriously, just shut the fuck up and kiss already?"

moodboards:

aesthetic

dark red lip , pepsi max and espresso martinis , luxury cars , cherries for lunch break , black wristwatches , dior , stupid smiles , heeled boots , decorated gun grips for fun , led zeppelin , abba , the art of war , roses , sitcoms and early 2000s tv shows , eye rolls , cloudy days , dumb facts , stargazing , found family , hand hearts , acts tough but needs to bffr

bf + relationship can you guess who.

detective perseus jackson is anyone surprised : slow burn , skateboards , led zeppelin , will-they-won't-they , diet coke , blue cookies , infectious enthusiasm , stupid nicknames , late night calls , the smell of sea salt , stakeouts together , overthinker x winging it™ , 'wait that was flirting?' , moon and sun , oblivious idiots , trips to the beach , basketball , inside jokes , handshakes , good old fashioned lover boy , sharing earphones , bane of rosa's existence

[thealphavoidofficial]

New Au idea!

Basically what this Au is about is what if the Beasts Souls were split in 2 with their Soul Jams, the purified (sorta) halves being separated from their evil, corrupted halves.

Walking up not long after Dark Flour War and the disappearance of the Ancient Heroes, these wandering Souls now wander Earthbread, having gaps in their memory and seeking to know more about their past, knowing only their own names.

The stronger their corrupted halves become, the more their own power will grow, and the more memories they will recover, some have settled down under new identities, while others still wander still, mind still to jumbled to rest.

Burning Spice Cookie now lives as Paprika Cookie in Spice Desert of Beast-Yeast.

Eternal Sugar Cookie has found refuge in the Crème Republic as a Clothing Designer under the name Sugarcane Cookie.

Mystic Flour Cookie, now a denizen of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, works as the head Nurse within the Black Citadel.

Silent Salt Cookie, now a wandering Paladin named Rock Salt Cookie, defends villages from Cake Monsters, and later joining a Caravan heading from town to town.

And finally, Shadow Milk Cookie, who had stumbled upon the Cookie Kingdom during his theatric Travels as a Fortune Teller and Puppet Show master (he definitely scamming people lol), finds a home within the small developing Kingdom, and later becomes the Caretaker (Dad) of GingerBrave, Strawberry and Wizard.

Au Facts:

- the Corrupted Halves of the Beasts and the Purified halves do not know of each others existence, though after the Beasts are set free their memories may end up clashing and merging with each other.

- The Purified halves still have a portion of their original power, but it is a limited reserve that needs to recharge due to not having the Soul Jam or their full strength.

- Shadow Milks (the purified half) mischievous personality still remains, he’s just a bit more tame and good willed.

- Paprika spends most of his time with the Kulfis as their protection against the Wild Spices.

- Rock Salt is bit more talkative then their Corrupted half.

- Mystic Flour (Purified half) is a bit of a workaholic and tends to overwork herself.

- Sugarcanes favourite drink is Latte, she loves drinking it after a stressful day of work.

[kurishiri]

THE CHARA CAFE × Ikemen Villains menu translation

(src) this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties. You can click on the image for better quality. Please reblog, not respost!

which ones would you order? ✨✨

To my precious robin and from the self-righteous king, a most sinful love: a frozen strawberry drink (William)

strawberry ice cream

strawberries

milk

strawberry sauce

whipped cream

I encaged the scenery I saw with you inside this glass: a blue ocean drink (Elbert)

blue raspberry syrup

lemon water

lemon slice

gold leaf

Drink this if ya want. I ain’t drinkin’ it though: a ruthless butterfly pea soda (Jude)

butterfly pea syrup

carbonated water

lemon syrup

violet jelly

I want your greatest happiness: a berry tea of happiness (Ellis)

berry tea

blackcurrant jam

For you, the sinful one who wandered into a den of evil: the death god’s hot chocolate (Victor)

cocoa

whipped cream

coffee sauce

Blooming in the dark night, a violet cream soda

cider

purple melon syrup

vanilla ice cream

cherry

wafer cake with bean jam (monaka)

I swear a most sinful love to you on this wedding mocktail

pink grapefruit syrup

peach cheese

carbonated water

edible flower

“So that you, the one I love, may smile, I cast a magic spell on this”: the Cheshire Cat’s fresh fruit salad (Liam)

salad mix

smoked salmon

raisins

grapefruit

diced nuts

lemon dressing

black pepper

edible flower

wafer cake with bean jam (monaka)

“Nothing like meat for a reward, don’t you agree, lil lady?”: the egoist’s roast beef plate (Roger)

roast beef

rice

rock salt

baby leaves

parsley

mini tomatoes

camembert cheese

steak sauce

The Crown members’ favorite! The head chef’s special tomato sauce pasta

pasta

tomato sauce

bacon

consommé soup

parsley

crouton

“Hey, wanna split this half and half with me?”: a chocolate mint parfait of the Lying Fox’s charm (Harrison)

bavarois

mint jelly

chocolate corn flakes

whipped cream

mint chocolate ice cream

chocolate sauce

mint

brownie

“Aha! It’s my creation, as someone with a steel stomach”: a special scone set made by Alfons

scone

vanilla ice cream

blue raspberry syrup

whipped cream

chervil

biscuit

silver dragee

A vow to fall deeper into your sinful love: a wedding berry cake set

berry cake

macaron

cookie

whipped cream

mint

cotton candy

rock salt

wafer cake with bean jam (monaka)

Dessert of the robin on a moment’s break: a fresh fruit cocktail

cider

orange (mandarin)

yellow peach

cherry

strawberry

three-colored agar agar

heart-shaped gummy

popping candy

if you order something from the food or dessert menu, you’ll be gifted a 2L photocard (top), and if you order a drink, you get a coaster (bottom).

[benisbeaaaaans]

Beast halves comparison - Profile practice

[kittydoesthings]

I swear. Every single piece of media I hyperfixate on, WITHOUT FAIL, I will create a Steven Universe-inspired Gem AU for it. It happened with A Hat in Time, it happened with Transformers, and now it's happening with Cookie Run. Cringe is dead.

no idea what the plot is yet I'm just assigning characters rocks (putting current list below a cut for whoever's interested

Pure Vanilla - Opal Hollyberry - Cherry Topaz Dark Cacao - Tanzanite Golden Cheese - Heliodor White Lily - Watermelon Tourmaline Shadow Milk - Moonstone Mystic Flour - Moissanite Burning Spice - Painite Eternal Sugar - Pezzottaite Silent Salt - Alexandrite Black Raisin - Sugilite Caramel Arrow - Sardonyx Crunchy Chip - Howlite (hah get it) Affogato - Charoite Smoked Cheese - Smoky Quartz Elder Faerie - Labradorite

Gingerbrave, Wizard, and Strawberry are just humans :3

[hexbimbo]

DBD HCs | Killers Christmas

Evan MacMillian

Starts the fire in the hearth to kick off the party.

Was kinda forced into coming by the Entity. Doesn’t really care for the holidays.

Only sticks with killers he can tolerate like Wraith, Blight or maybe Deathslinger

His secret Santa gift is trap grease and some paint.

Philip Ojomo

Holds the box of decorations while Sally decorates.

They totally arrived together but play it cool. We know what’s up 😏

Dances with Sally too! Makes the whole party pretty magical.

His secret Santa gift a new shawl with a nice red dye.

Max Thompson Jr.

Slaughters the Christmas Ham.

Wants to do Christmas with his friends. Loves watching the old Christmas movies in the quiet of the den.

Wears a lot of plaid. Definitely only in his pjs.

His secret gift is a southern breakfast basket.

Sally Smithson

Hangs the high decorations because she can fly.

Nibbles cookies over a plate. She really likes the ones with jam or fruit puree in the middle.

Hand feeds Phillips little snacks.

Her secret Santa gift is a dried bouquet of baby’s breath. (Get it?)

Micheal Myers

Is assigned kitchen duty. Chops everything horribly.

Smells awful. Ever had a homeless guy stand too close to you and they smell like poo and sweat? Yeah.

No one knows why he even came. Total space kid.

His secret Santa gift is a knife sharpener. Maybe a box of plastic forks.

Lisa Sherwood

Brings the pinecone jam.

Wears a a sweater that’s actually clean and fresh smelling.

Gargles in the affirmative or negative for conversations.

Her secret Santa gift is a bundle of sticks with a pretty purple ribbon.

Herman Carter

People watches the whole night from a corner table.

Starts drama. Hak sure is annoying isn’t he? Sally and Phillip didn’t even bring anything…

Maybe gets drunkly punched.

His secret Santa gift is a brain encased in a jar of liquid.

Anna

Brings a wild boar. Unskilled. Might still be alive.

Wears a turtle neck and long skirt. Looks like a big mama bear.

Rocks when she gets overstimulated with all the music and foreign words.

Her secret Santa gift is a yarn ball and crocheting needles.

Bubba Sawyer

Brings a pressure cooker of his famous chilli.

Don’t mind the finger that’s the concentrated flavor 😤

Helps out in kitchen. Adds that home cooked flavor.

His secret Santa gift is a framed picture of his family. Don’t ask how Rin even got ahold of the damn thing.

Freddy Krueger

Was not invited.

They may be killers, but they don’t fuck around with no pedos.

Would probably just keep killing people. Doesn’t fuss with the holidays.

His secret Santa gift a box of matches.

Amanda Young

Brings spinach and artichoke dip. Some toasted pita too.

Doesn’t drink. Leaves soda cans everywhere.

Goes without the pig mask cuz it’s lowkey rotting and no one wants to smell that.

Her secret Santa gift is a box of Funyuns. It’s a comfort food for her.

Jeffery Hawk

Brings homemade chicken wings.

You don’t understand- he’s ever one of the best cooks or worst cooks of all time. You wanna know why? He doesn’t care how much butter or salt is added into a dish.

Are the wings sanitary? Probably not. Is that a heroine needle sticking out there…?

His secret Santa gift is high quality face paint.

Rin Yamaoka

Her twitches and moans of agony kinda freak everyone out at first.

That’s all she does really. Stand there and groan.

Hangs out with her Grandpa! They try throwing a ball out in the yard. Or the sword fight. Thats fun.

Her secret Santa gift is a journal and pencil pack.

Frank, Julie, Susie, Joey

The ones hosting. Decorating and cleaning almost needed in tears for everyone.

Steals a billion types of pizza, chips, and soda.

Does not clean at all. Gets plastered and leaves the guest to fend for themselves.

Their secret Santa gift is stolen electronics.

Adiris

Has entire conversations without realizing no one can understand her.

Her little smoke and chain ball is stuffed with cinnamon and holiday spices. Makes the whole lodge smell nice.

Insists on the Entity version of saying grace before everyone eats.

Her secret Santa gift is a pack of incense.

Danny Johnson

Taking pictures for the memories.

Constant pulling little pranks and jokes the Legion. Does it start a fight?

Yes. Yes it does.

His secret Santa gift is some camera film.

Demogorgon

Has to be stopped from eating the tree multiple times

Burrows and pops up so hard it sends tables flying.

Ends up being leashed outside with Xeno after biting Portia’s doggy.

Its secret Santa gift is some metal to chew.

Kazan Yamaoka

Brings Hot Pot.

Is the one punching people who are stirring up shit.

Catches up with Rin. Wants to be parent he never kinda really wanted to be. 🥺

His secret Santa gift is a sword mantle strong enough to bare the weight of his sword.

Caleb Quinn

Brings scalloped potatoes au gratin

Ties his hair up into a low bun. Kinda looks cute on him.

Kinda like a level headed hippie grandpa. If there’s kids, he’ll get down on their level to play with them.

His secret Santa gift is a box of random gears, wires, and screws to build with.

Pyramid Head

Brings a severed hand with a bow on the knuckles.

No one ever sees it still. It’s always kinda walking around.

Some jokester maybe wrapped his head in lights.

Their secret Santa is a looser pair of trousers for the dumpy 🍑

Talbot Grimes

Seems like a lunch kinda guy

Talks science with Albert.

Twitches so much people think he’s bugging out.

His secret Santa gift is some herb seeds.

Charlotte and Victor Deshayes

The siblings who only talk to each other.

Victor gets mistake for a tot a few times. Gets picked up and promptly scratches the face off Caleb.

Charlotte fixes heaping plates for the both of them. Probably some of the best food they’ve ever had

Their secret Santa gift is gourmet cabbage. You think I’m joking? They are over the goddamn moon.

Ji-Woon Hak

Gets in peoples faces to blog.

Takes cute pictures of a plate of food but doesn’t eat it.

Maybe brings a fancy platter made by a restaurant.

His secret Santa gift is a a small fridge for his beauty products.

Nemesis T-Type

Heavy breather.

Tracks mud in and draaaaaags it on the carpet IN THE DEN.

Kinda just stands behind people and breaths down their neck.

His secret Santa gift is some badges and pins to add to the buckles on his boots.

Elliot Spencer

Doesn’t celebrate the holidays.

The only way he’d ever go is to watch people socially suffer.

Maybe sounds outside to watch the snow fall with the other cenobites.

His secret Santa gift is a toolbox of rusted nails.

Carmina Mora

Cuts paper snowflakes to hand from the windows.

Pretty outgoing! Definitely has an eccentric charm that quiet artists have.

Kinda becomes best friends with Rin during this party. Both had similar childhoods and were on the path to being successful before what happened happened.

Her secret Santa gift is new aisle to match her taller frame.

Sadako Yamamura

Brings some sea weed in her hands.

Keeps haunting the tv and ruining Home Alone.

Flutters in and out around the lodge. No one knows why she came.

Her secret Santa gift a pretty hair comb with seashells.

Dredge

Brings a sludge of leaves and bones.

Gets mistaken for a coat rack. Floats around wearing everyone’s outerwear

Stands a little too close to people. Might get drunkly punched.

Their secret Santa gift is a cardboard box.

Albert Wesker

Wears a turtle neck that fits him perfectly.

Shows up with a bottle of wine. Constanty slick back his hair.

Sips wine while watching the snow fall. Likes to talk business to the other killers: tactics, plans, and little stories.

His secret Santa gift is a glasses case.

Tarhos Kovács

Him and his crew are the ones roasting the meats over the fire.

They get rowdy and break some tables.

His men go nuts with the ale but he refrains. He’s s never been a been drinker but on the holidays, he’ll take a few sips of mulled wine.

His secret Santa gift is a leather skin satchel that attaches around the waist.

Adriana Imai

Brings coxhina

Only talks with “high class” killers (Wesker, Ji-Woon, Portia)

They have a silent judging table to talk mad shit about everyone.

Her secret Santa gift is a a fancy bottle of wine.

HUX-A7-13

On top of the Christmas tree.

Doenst know why they even bothered to come.

(It’s cuz Xeno went and they are in looooooove 😍🥰😘)

Their secret Santa gift

Xenomorph

On a leash in the backyard.

Fed dinner scraps that are promptly melted with acid.

It’s secret Santa gift a survivor to hunt whenever it chooses.

(HUX totally begged The Legion to get Xeno of secret Santa)

Charles Lee Ray

Him and Tiff drunkly make out on everything.

Like; really obnoxious. Bumps into peoples legs, keeps the bathroom occupied for hours.

Tiff will offer to help in the kitchen. Chuckle will sit on the couch and sip beer.

His secret Santa gift is a plate of Swedish meatballs.

Unknown

Crawls in on all fours. Needs to be restrained from snacking on peoples ankles.

Doesn’t bring anything but eats all the food. Then, promptly throws it all back up onto the serving table.

Wears an ill fitting Mrs. Klaus dress.

Their secret Santa gift is a terrarium full of spider and snake snacks.

Vecna

Did not come.

Doesn’t have time for meaningless holiday parties.

Stays at home casting hexes or spells or what ever he does.

His secret Santa gift was supposed to a skull jar filled with chocolate kisses.

Dracula

Brings a bottle of blood and a bottle of wine.

Kinda can’t handle being around people without his wife so he leaves early.

Has a ton of dry humor that makes the more mature killers smirk.

His secret Santa gift is a nail kit.

Portia Maye

Let’s her dog run lose and destroy almost everything.

Brings a bag of raw clams. Let’s other people cook them. Or eat them raw I dunno

Definitely wears cheetah print.

Her secret Santa gift is one of the furniture brushes for people with pets.

[pancakepieman25]

Gifts I'm Giving Out

My daughter Art: Socks, a pet rock, two pounds of salt blessed by the god Geytl, A portable DVD player, WALL-E on DVD with extra content, a 20 gaude shotgun, a few candles, a dream catcher, a G.I.Joe action figure, a suit that I stole from some rich prick, a suitcase full of "fake" money, The Blues Brothers on DVD, a couple of shotgun shells, and a baseball cap.

Gabe: A card saying "Find a healthy hobby, and I hope your transition goes well," a cook book, a pack of smokes, a book about addiction, and a German style clock that is counterclockwise.

Pixy: A new car, and a MP40.

Zai: A mug saying "Best Mother" with an added thing on the side of it in marker, "Please don't hurt me."

Ell: Screw you

Waffle: A ticket to an Asylum, and an "Adult content" addiction group. And yes I have the police coming for you at this moment.

Daisy: A rock

Ultra: Paint supplies I random found in a car.

Unpleasant: A week supply of mac and cheese, a cook book, and 30 bucks.

Max: A note book, a pen, a candle, 30 different rituals and a lighter.

Cin: Beef jerky, six pounds of beef, a chicken (Alive, I call her Ted), 5 pounds of seeds, and pet toys.

Embro: A Luger I found in a rich prick house, a box of nails, a 2x4, hammer, a German World War II helmet, some gold coins and a pack of cigarettes.

Jesse: A DVD with of all of the episodes of Jessie (Use for only torture or boredom), a fine set of cigars I found from a rich prick, gold plated lighter, and a picture of a dog smoking a old timey pipe.

Rose: A book of how to win wars and meet people.

Radiohead: Another fine suit I stole from rich prick, a random book I found in German, and a pocket knife.

Cult (Sorry I forgot your new name): A book call "Maria on the Moon," another is "Stolen Tongues," and reading glasses.

Grat:

Lenora: A lantern (Heard you have a moth problem), a fish tank with a living habitat in it, and a book about bugs.

Seth: A plush of a yellow lookin' rat (From this series call Poke e men), a box of crayons, socks, and a dummy (His name is Billy).

Nore: A gold coin, a knife I'm pretty sure was used to skin cows (I don't know where I got it), Some flowers, flowerpots, and a watering can. (Yes, I stole from my old job, and no I don't regret it.)

Foolerene: A painting of a beautiful tree and barn house, an magical eyeball (Use when sick), and an ancient stone carver.

Cookie Star: A butter knife, and some swimming goggles.

Huzzah!!!: A gun (I don't really know you, don't worry, it's a glock 18)

Chip: A box of C4, baking trays, cookie cook book, and a wooden roller that I heard can do the job for you, but never seen it happen.

Unus: This German tank model, and this (I'm pretty sure is) 1940s German propaganda.

Rainbowxocs: A bunch of horror stories, a lamp, another fine suit, and a rock.

Lancia: A sword, bow, a bunch of arrows, a horse named Pal, and a picture of a rock.

Midnight Moon: Two tickets to a Dave Matthews Band show, bandage, a plush of a seal, and a life size model of a seal.

Xuan: A typewriter that is in German, a gold plated pen, and a whole lot of letters.

Art's mother: A session with a group of parents that abuse their kids, I know that this seems mean and a joke, but I want you to do better for your kid. Please go to it, Art needs her mother.

[allywthsr]

BAKING COOKIES | (l.norris)

summary: you and Lando bake some cookies

wordcount: 1.4k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: none!

notes: this is my favorite cookie recipe, try it out!! And the picture on the right is my pictures, look at how stunning it is🥹. Like always, comment your thoughts!!

advent calendar

”Okay Lando, are you ready?“

”They’re gonna burn.“

”No, they’re not!“

”I‘m in the kitchen, of course, they’ll burn.“

”I‘m watching them, and they won’t.“

You tied your apron before you helped Lando with his. It became a tradition to bake cookies together, and this year was no different.

”Let’s get the ingredients out on the kitchen island, two hundred and fifty grams of butter, five hundred grams of flour, two-hundred and fifty grams of sugar, six egg yolks, and a pinch of salt.“

With every ingredient you listed, Lando opened different cupboards and the fridge to get all the things on the counter, placing various containers with different contents. You recently got more Pinterest-looking like containers and you loved them, the square-shaped boxes had big white stickers on them with different foods, that were written in cursive. Thankfully, due to your spacious kitchen, you had enough space to both move around and do your thing.

”As always, baby, can you sift the flour on the surface?“

He nodded and got the sieve out of the cupboard, weighed five-hundred grams of flour in a bowl, and let the flour fall through the tiny holes, creating a hill of fine flour. Next, he added the two-hundred and fifty grams of sugar on top of it, and because you two made this recipe every year, he automatically squeezed a dent in the middle of the hill with his long and slick fingers. While he was doing that, you got the six eggs out of the carton and separated the egg yolk from the egg white into a bowl, a few drops of egg were spilled on the surface, but you could clean that later. The egg yolks were poured into the dent of the flour and Lando got the two-hundred and fifty grams of butter out of its package and cut it into small pieces which he placed around and on the rest of the flour. Last but not least, you added a pinch of salt and now began the more or less fun part.

Kneading.

It was always messy, took way too much time, and both of you wanted the other one to do it. Every year you played a round of rock-paper-scissors and mostly Lando won, so you had to do the work.

”Who‘s going to knead this year?“

”Rock-paper-scissors, but only one round?“

You nodded and held your hand out. With three swinging movements and both of you saying Rock-paper-scissors out loud, Lando and you held out a scissor, so you had to play another round. Repeating what you just did, you went for the rock but Lando chose paper, which made you the loser of the game.

That meant, kneading.

So you got to work and removed everything that could catch flour on it, from your arm.

With skilled movements, you pushed all the ingredients together and started to knead, as always the texture felt weird and funny. Lando was laughing at the weird faces you pulled, the egg was cold, the butter soft and the little grains from the sugar were not mixing with the flour, it was a mess. You tried to knead as fast as you could to get over with it, but it felt like a lifetime, now Lando was filming you with his phone, recording a video to send to the Norris and Y/L/N family group chat. Almost everyone laughed at your expressions that clearly showed your discomfort with the mixture that was in between your fingers, only the mothers were giving you advice on how to get the perfect consistency of the dough. You had to have warm hands, so the ingredients would mix faster, but now it was too late, your hands were sticky with the egg and flour and you couldn’t warm them up.

Eventually, Lando put his phone down and hugged you from behind, watching your hands from over your shoulder, leaving slight kisses on your shoulder and neck.

”I love you, baby.“

”I love you too, Lan.“

He was a clingy boy when it came to Christmas. Always hugging you, always kissing you, and he loved to watch Christmas movies and cuddle. Maybe the Christmas spirit always gets to him.

When the dough slowly started to form, you were happy. At least you were beginning to see some progress, within ten minutes it became a hard dough, you rolled it into a ball and wrapped it in cling foil, now it had to rest in the fridge for one hour. During the hour you cleaned the mess that you two created and got out the cookie cutters, the rolling pin, and more flour as well as preparing the baking trays, pre-heating the oven to two hundred degrees Celsius. Recently you bought some new cookie cutters and you were in love, little reindeers, Santa’s, elf’s, and the list goes on and on.

Lando was singing Christmas songs and running around the kitchen while you tried to set everything up, every now and then he would hug you and spin you around the kitchen, trying to get you to dance with him.

Before you knew it, your phone was beeping, signaling the hour was over and the dough was ready. You divided the dough into multiple sections and began to roll the first piece into a small layer, about two centimeters thick, now Lando took a cookie cutter, and put it in the flour to cover the edges with it, so the dough wouldn’t stick to it and pressed the Santa into the yellow mixture. He put the Santa on a baking tray that you covered with baking paper, with a proud grin.

”Look, Y/N! It’s our first cookie this year.“

You stroked his cheek and looked for the next cutter to create a cookie. A snowman caught your eye, you covered it in flour and pressed it in the dough, and carefully you took the cookie on the baking paper. Both of you repeated that step multiple times until the first tray was filled with little shapes. You put it in the oven for about ten minutes and slowly the kitchen started to smell like a Christmas bakery. Lando was being the funny one he is and tried to get flour in your face, eventually, your nose was white, your left cheek had traces of white and your forehead had a white thumb on it after Lando said ’Simba‘ while crackling. He is the most unserious twenty-four-year-old there is.

Little Christmas trees, reindeers, stars, bells, etc. made their way on the baking trays that you put into the oven. Every ten minutes freshly baked cookies made their way on a cooling grid, or in someone’s mouth, until the last batch was done and now it was time to wait for them to cool down. In the meantime, you cleaned up again and this time you prepared for the decorating progress, melted white and dark chocolates were placed on the kitchen table, next to sprinkles and colorful royal icing you found in the store. Lando wasn’t a big help at all, he was clinging onto you and hugging you from behind, you would give him something to put on the table and he’d be back in no time, cuddling. It was cute tho, you loved that he showed how he truly is, a cuddling teddy bear who loves to eat sweets and cookies, especially Christmas cookies.

After a Christmas sing-off, the cookies were cold enough to be decorated. Lando immediately got to work and so did you, snowmen were painted white with brown chocolate spots to recreate the face, Christmas trees got green royal icing all over them, and other cookies just got a dip in the chocolate and sprinkles. It was a mess but it was a lot of fun, every now and then Lando would giggle and show you what he did, a lot of cookies got fours all over them, claiming it was enough decoration.

When both of you were finished and the place was cleaned up, Lando sat on the couch, munching on the cookies and you were sure you had to bake new ones next week.

[brittle-doughie]

Random ass skits for fun (A prequel from that skit of reforming Scorn!Y/n Cookie for funsies)

Eternal Sugar: Darling do you see this drawing? This red all over you is your badness meter. It's unusually high for a holder of compassion like you

Scorn!Y/n: (scowls at the drawing) That can't be right… 

Scorn!Y/n: (Immediately gets a red crayon and colors the whole page in red) IT SHOULD HIGHER HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Eternal Sugar: … (Face palms)

Burning Spice: (Holds burning phone) My phone is on fire

Scorn!Y/n: (Watching netflix) Oopsies~

Burning Spice: (Warrior camps on fire, followed by screams and panic of the spice swarm desperately trying to burn out the flames) My warriors are on FIRE!

Scorn!Y/n: (Playing a video game) Oopsies~

Burning Spice: (Capsaicin Cookie losing control of his spice overlord powers, now wreaking havoc in the camp) My SON is on FIRE!!

Scorn!Y/n: (Eating beascuits) Oopsies~

Burning Spice: (Sees the last remains of his (wife-) Friend’s image in body pillow form burning) MY BENEVOLENT BUTTER BODY PILLOW IS ON FIRE!!!

Scorn!Y/n: (Shrugging without care) Oopsies~

Burning Spice: (The whole fucking camp and temple is on fire) EVERYTHING I LOVE IS ON FIRE!!!!!!

Scorn!Y/n: (Grins from the destruction) Oopsies~

Burning Spice: (grabs Scorn!Y/n in the collar, shaking them in frustration) WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?!?!

Shadow Milk: Hello Y/n Cookie, I Shadow Milk Cookie has arrived to cure your boredom!

Scorn!Y/n: (sighs) Goddammit I was enjoying my peace and quiet, go on tell me the joke…

Shadow Milk: (Clears his voice) Ahem! Ahem! Knock knock love!

Scorn!Y/n: ‘sigh’ who’s there?

Shadow Milk: Doo ya!

Scorn!Y/n: Doo ya who?

Shadow Milk: (kneels down as if he’s pulling out a ring but are actually flowers that read ‘wanna date?’) Doo ya want to be my girlfriend!?! :D? 

Scorn!Y/n: (Gives him a glare of disgust) Do ya wanna fuck off?

Shadow Milk: (deflates from sadness) I- ok :(

Cloud Haetae: Would you? Kick me down the stairs for 4,000,000 golden coins or- 

Scorn!Y/n: (Kicks the dog down the stairs without remorse)

Cloud Haetae: AHHHHHHHH!!! (Sounds of pain and horror gradually fading away as they descend down the stairs)

Mystic Flour: Y/n Cookie, have you seen Cloud Haetae cookie? I was waiting for them to arrive, but they haven't for the past 20 minutes…

Scorn!Y/n: No idea, by the way do you have 4 million golden coins?

Mystic Flour: First off this is a temple Y/n cookie, and second why do you need so much coins for?

Scorn!Y/n: …Nothing…

Scorn!Y/n: (Minding their own business, drinking green tea on the burnt remains of their treehouse) Finally peace and quiet…

Silent Salt: (Throws rocks at the window)

Scorn!Y/n: (Ignores it) Peace and quiet

Silent Salt: (Throwing Rocks but a little harder)

Scorn!Y/n: (Failing on ignoring it) PEACE AND QUIET…

Silent Salt: (Throwing Rocks so hard you wonder how strong Y/n cookie’s glass is)

Scorn!Y/n: tch (Opens window) WHAT DO YOU WANT!?!

Silent Salt: !!! (Prepares guitar, they have been practicing with Eternal Sugar on serenading someone) ahem… I-

Scorn!Y/n: (Immediately throws a fucking boulder at Silent Salt, crushing them Tom and Jerry style) LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE CREEP!!!

The edge is strong with this one.