#soft omlette

[theglitternet]

The next egg-based dish I eat will save me

[ynwa4eva]

Grandmas food was so disgusting i almost vomited 👍

[kingkatsuki]

This art had me thinking of doing a Photo Booth with Sakura for the first time.

Just thinking about Sakura, who hates having his photograph taken for anything because he remembers being a kid and having it taken for classroom attendance, so all the other kids used to make fun of his picture when it was stuck up on the wall.

There isn’t a single selfie or photograph of him on his phone, his gallery completely void of any images apart from a few photos of his omlette rice, Risa-Chan and the selfies and photos you always send him of your day or the cute things you see. He has auto-save on for everything you send.

So of course he freaks out when you ask him whether he wants to do a photobooth with you when you’re out on an arcade date, seeing the little machine in the corner as it strikes you that you still don’t have any photos with Sakura despite the fact that you’ve been dating for a lil while now.

He reluctantly agrees, but it’s only because the gruff “no” he virtually shouts at you the first time you ask makes your face drop and it hurts his chest seeing you so upset. So he’s shouldering into the tiny booth with you after, and you tell him that you’re gonna have to sit on his lap because there’s not much space in there and he’s BLUSHING.

And he has no idea how to pose or where to look as he practically glares into the lens of the first one, fighting the urge to hide his face behind you as the second flash happens just as he gets distracted by how cute you look smiling into the camera. The third photo happens just as you turn to look at him, and you catch him completely off guard in the fourth when you lean over to cup his cheek and pull him into a soft kiss.

After when the photos come out he’s looming over your shoulder to look down at the strip, not even seeing himself as he’s completely enamored by how pretty you look in every single photo. Feeling the heat flood through him again when he gets to the bottom one and sees you kissing him like that.

“Can I keep this?” He murmurs, and the sweet way he asks has butterflies tickling your chest as you smile up at him. Telling him that you can rip it in half, or do another strip if he wants.

And he’s never stuffed his hands in his pockets to fish some more coins out so fast in his life as he tosses them into the machine to do another round so you can both have a copy.

He’s more prepared for the photos this time, and he tries his best to keep his focus on the flashes but when it gets to the fourth he notices that you haven’t turned to pull him into a kiss like you did on the last one. And it makes him pout with frustration because he wants a photo like that, it was part of the reason he got back into the booth with you in the first place—

But this time he’s the one grabbing your face, his large hand grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger as he catches you off guard as he pulls you into a rough peck, practically smashing his lips against yours as he squeezes his eyes shut as he sees the flash blare out through his eyelids. And now it’s your turn to feel your body heat up, because Sakura has never openly showed you that much affection in such a public place.

So as you wait for the second strip to print, you’re snatching it before Sakura even has a chance— because you definitely want this one.

[pillarofawesome]

Eggs are actually a very forgiving food to cook.

Mess up a soft-boiled egg? You got a hard-boiled egg.

Mess up fried eggs? You got scrambled eggs.

Mess up scrambled eggs? You got an ugly omlette (the reverse can also happen).

Mess up poached eggs? You got egg drop soup.

You don't have to be a brilliant chef. Egg will always be egg.

[ren-berry]

Creating a Swarm

NSFW UNDER THE CUT MDNI

tw/tags: sex with bug curse, oviposition, freaky as hell, eggpreg, not beta read, not canon compliant at ALL, kurourushi x me

974 words

Early morning. Leading Kurourushi out of the backseat of my car. Taking its hand in mine, giving it a comforting squeeze as I introduce it to the new environment that is my house. Leading it to the table in my kitchen. Asking it what it'd like to eat, if anything. It tells me that it wants cursed energy. I smile, and hold my hand above its mouth. Turning some of my cursed energy into physical matter, an iridescent liquid that seeps from my skin and drips from my fingertips, trailing down my bright red nails and into Kurourushi's waiting maw. Watching the liquid trickle down its throat. A gasp escaping my lips as it latches it's mouth around my hand. A slimey, long tongue worming it's way between my fingers and lapping up every last drop of cursed matter from my fingers until it lets go. Leaving me temporarily weaker and with many thoughts of the curse's tongue swarming in my mind. I smile and give Kurourushi a quick kiss on the forehead. Leaving a black lipstick mark on its exoskeleton.

I feel its eyes on me as I wash my hands and start making myself an omlette for breakfast. I can't help but blush a little knowing its looking at me. I turn some music on as my food cooks. Arctic Monkeys. Kurourushi seems to like my music choice. I ask it how curses breed while I eat. It tells me that the method depends on the curse, but that it deposits eggs into a host to reproduce and make a swarm. The eggs incubate in the host's womb for two and a half weeks before the host wishes them out. They hatch a day or two after that. My face flushes red when I hear the special grade's words. I pause for a few seconds before offering--in a very soft, stuttery tone--to carry its eggs. Never having had a willing incubator before, Kurourushi agrees.

Once I finish my omlette, I lead the curse over to my room. Telling it to wait a second, that I like my watermelon pjs and don't want them ripped. Never having been treated with such care and affection by a human before, it obliged. Waiting for me to undress, and I do so. Tossing my pjs as well as my panties--which have spiderwebs on them--in the hamper. Leading Kurourushi to my bed, I ask it to prepare me before it fills me with its ovipositor. It asks me how, and I lie back on my bed. Guiding its head between my thighs with shaky, slightly nervous hands. Within a few seconds, I have to clap a hand over my mouth to stifle the whine I let out when I feel its thick tongue shove inside me. Working around my insides, a shiver going down my spine whenever it flicks its tongue back and forth against my g-spot. Noting my reaction, it starts to massage the spongy flesh. I take one of Kurourushi's six hands in my own. Leading it to my clit. Burying my head in my pillow as it starts rubbing the bud in circles with two fingers. It laughs into my cunt at my squirmy state. Eyes on me as I whimper and cry until I cum. Walls clenching around its tongue as it eagerly laps up my release. The curse pulls its tongue free, and I whine at the empty feeling before I gasp.

My eyes widening as I see Kurourushi's prehensile, tentacle-like ovipositor. It's almost as long as my abdomen, and secreting a clear, blue-tinted fluid. The special-grade curse then does something its never done before. Ask if I'm ready. I take a deep breath before telling it to go slow. It nods and gently starts worming its ovipositor into my pussy. Drinking up every cry and moan I let out as I wrap my pillow around my head. My jade eyes flutter closed for a few seconds, but they shoot open when I feel the tip of its ovipositor push past my cervix and into my womb. But it doesn't hurt. Whatever that blue fluid is, it's soothing my nerves and shooting every neuron in my body full of pleasure at the same time. I reach out for Kurourushi, and it leans forward. Holding my hands, clasping them tight as it pushes them back. Keeping me still with its second set of hands around my waist. Leaning over me, pointing out the little bulge in my stomach its ovipositor is making. It holds me tight as I cum. And cum again. And a third time, all in the span of two minutes. My human body not used to the levels of ecstacy a special grade curse can provide. Whispering comfort into my ear, encouraging me to breathe. It flicks the tip of its ovipositor over the entrances to my fallopian tube's, causing me to let out a strangled gasp and orgasm for a fourth time. Fifth, if we're counting the one while it was eating me out. Kurourushi holds me tighter, telling me to relax my body. Waiting for my muscles to stop tensing before its ovipositor swells up inside me and it starts to pump me full of little sky blue eggs. The curse feels me cum again as it fills me with its clutch. Praising me, thanking me for carrying its eggs. When Kurourushi finishes filling me, it pulls out. Sealing the entrance to my womb like my own body would during a pregnancy.

It then realizes I've passed out while it was stuffing me full, but my cursed energy output is stable so it can tell I'm alright. There's a small bulge in my stomach that'd be barely visible. It feels protective now. Tugging the covers over us before holding me close. Keeping me warm as I rest and recover.

A/N: based off a silly doodle I made

[stydiaandthejeep]

The first time Carmy cooks for her, Sydney weeps a bit.

* a The Bear headcanon about showing love through food *

It's three months after the Bear opened, one late night while they were huddled up in Carmy's tiny ass kitchen, tangerines and pomegranate seeds spilled on the counters, a decimated basil plant lying next to three type of summer tortellini. The thought of ricotta, which she normally adores, makes her nauseous now and she thinks she is going mad - the restaurant was good, but she wanted great, she needed to elevate it to tremendous, and all her ideas were falling flat.

The two courses they already had were ones Carmy had come up with, and she felt disappointing, and tired, and her hands were stained purple from beetroot. She was slumped over the couch, head resting in her hands, spiraling from the lack of sleep and the doom thumping in her chest, that anxiety permanently tethering on the edge of her skin. There was a strange, gnawing sensation too, tying knots in her stomach.

She hadn't realised that the background sounds coming from the kitchen had halted, not even when the sound of his steps stopped in front of her. A warm hand touched her shoulder,gently, a spike of adrenaline jolting her back.

' Syd. What's up?'

His tone is not prying, but his blue eyes betray the worry in it. It's sweet, she thinks, that he cares enough to ask. She's still getting used to him caring about her, beyond the interest of the restaurant.

She answers with the first thing that comes to her, the sensation most immediate to her. ' I think I'm- hungry?'

As soon as she reluctantly names it, her stomach lets out a loud grumble, and she grows red with embarrassment. She hadn't eaten since breakfast, nothing but little tastes of whatever they were cooking, had skiped lunch with her dad - had barely drank water. Carmy smiles, soft and tired too, bags heavy under his eyes.

' Ah. I got you, chef.'

Sydney doesn't get the chance to protest before he walks back into the kitchen and starts moving again, relaxed and natural and so fucking domestic. She can't bear to watch it for too long, the thought of him cooking for her, not to test a recipe or simply making family - but just because she was hungry, it feels like a hand reaching into her chest and wringing it dry. It feels too close to what she knew love to be.

Instead she closed her eyes, drifting away with the familiar sounds of him cooking, trying to clear her head of citrus pasta, of failures and what ifs. She was awakened by Carmy softly calling her name, nudging her hand with the end of a fork, the other hand holding a plate for her to take. The smell makes her mouth water, and her face immediately breaks into a wide, sleepy grin when she sees a perfectly cooked omlette, potato chips crumbled over the top of it. Sydney pulled her legs under her to let him sit next to her on the couch, and then immediately dug the fork into it, letting a satisfied sound and closing her eyes at the first taste. Carmy watched her with eager eyes that she avoided.

'Good?'

She nods, keeping her eyes down and fixed on the plate, too afraid that he'd see that tears had pooled into them now. No one had cooked for her before, no one that wasn't her dad or her grandma. Not like this - not when she needed it most, not in such an intimate way, like they had put their whole being into it. She feels ridiculous for crying at an omlette. She wants to ask him what it all means. When she looks up, his eyes shift to worry, a hand coming to rest naturally on hers.

' Hey, hey. What's wrong? Did I mess up or-?'

Sydney shakes her head, digging her fork into the food and then taking another bite, cheeks now wet with spilling tears.

' No, this is fucking fire, I just. No one's ever cooked for me like '

She means to say not like this, not like you, but she swallows that too, holds his gaze while his hand gently squeezes her forearm. He nods, eyes full of affection, always getting her without words being needed, always in sync with her.

'Thanks, Carm.'

He clears his throat, fumbles when he speaks out ' It was the best part of my day. Cooking for you, I mean.'

His shy smile hits her in the middle of her chest, so she focuses on clearing her plate, and tries not to wonder what it all means. The warmth of his hand on hers, the food that tasted like affection. The longing blue eyes. Carmy wordlessly offers to take her plate, goes to get up before stopping himself.

'You need to eat too, Syd. Next time you're hungry, just tell me. I'll take care of you.'

She nods,biting her lip, and he dissapears into the kitchen, before he can see her head spinning, before she can say that she'd do the same for him, always, before she can grab him and make him spell it out. In the quiet of the night, the sound rings around her head over and over. I'll take care of you.

[petrifiedforests]

13 for soft ask meme?

Hi Sea!

You, @thornhands and @meebles were all hungry when you sent in your asks :)

what’s your comfort food?

It's my grandma's Bauernomlette (farmers omlette?). It's fried potatoes with onions, pickles, corn and eggs and it is soooo good.

Use lots of butter for frying because it's a comfort food.

Ask game here!

[cutelittleriot]

Tw for vomiting

Broken bones

Blood

Like I said Branch is getting it this chapter

For once its Poppy who wakes up before Branch. What woke her up was a slight stabbing sensation on her fingertips.

Her claws must be starting to come in welp no use going back to sleep with this pain.

Getting up she looks around the dark room noticing that Branch is still asleep although it looks like he is in pain if the soft groans that were coming from him were any indicator.

Getting up she goes over to him and shakes him gently "Branch? Are you ok? Are you having a nightmare?" She asks very concerned for her boyfriend.

"It hurts Poppy it hurts" He groans opening his eyes at her and was it her or were they glowing a bit? "Your feet? I mean aren't your claws growing in that should hurt just like it did for your hands right?" She asks him a bit confused.

"That but everything around and below my knees won't stop hurting its like I have pulled a muscle and it hurts so much to move my legs I can't even get up" He says. When he woke up to horrible pain he knew something else was happening. He could feel the pain in his toes from claws currently growing but when he could feel even worse pain in his legs he knew something was wrong.

Compared to the claws this is easily 10 times worse. If he could rate the pain the claws would be a 5 the fangs would be a 3 and this is a easy 10. "I don't think I can leave bed today Poppy sorry" He apologizes. "Nono it's ok Branch really. I will help take care of you until your better" She says placing his paw in hers and they both smile at eachother even if one is in alot of pain.

"I will go make some breakfast for us and you get to have breakfast in bed lucky you!" She cheerfully tells him and he just rolls his eyes playfully.

Poppy heads to the kitchen and begins to make some pancakes and omlettes for herself and Branch. Thankfully Branch has been teaching her some recipes that she has been wanting to try. She checks the time and is surprised it's around 7:30 am as she usually sleeps until 8 and Branch usually gets up when the sun rises but then again he isn't exactly able to leave at the moment.

In the 2 days she has been here Branch always got up at around at the same time and she knows he tries his best to prevent her from waking up but her new enhanced hearing all but prevents that.

While waiting for the pan to heat up she looks at her paws. Like with branch there are little slits in her paws where the claws will come out of. She shudders as to what will happen later today if what Branch went through was any indicator. She just worries about this stage that he is going through right now becuase she will go through the same thing soon enough.

She also notices the fur on her paws up to her wrists is becoming darker in color. It's a darker shade of pink than her hair which is surprising but then again Branchs paws are grey now so she guesses its a part of the transformation. She didn't want to bring it up with him in case it brings up bad memories or in case he was having a grey day as he has those every once in a while and with the whole transformation thing going on,although it wouldn't surprise her if he did have one.

Shaking her head she decides to worry about the negatives later,her boyfriend needs her right now! Soon enough there are 2 stacks of pancakes and 2 omlettes along with some milk and orange juice.

She heads back to Branchs room who is currently curled up on his side seemingly trying to find a position that is the least painful. "Here ya go Branch I used that recipe you taught me to make these" She says handing him a plate of pancakes and an omlette and his oj.

"Oh wow thanks Poppy ouch" He says as he gets up wincing in pain. He begins eating at a normal pace thankfully and she joins him as they both eat in blissful silence. Soon she finishes albeit quicker than him when she wants to check something. "Hey Branch?" She asks. "Hmm" He replies mouth full of food.

"Is it alright if I checked your feet and legs? I just want to see what's going on" She asks not wanting this to sound weird. "Uh sure go ahead I have been curious myself but I haven't been able to look myself as I have been in pain" He says and becuase he hasn't been able to muster up the courage to look,not that he will tell her.

Nodding she takes the covers and gently pulls back and looks at his legs. His feet were complete paws now hardly even resembling toes and the fur up to his ankles has begun to turn the same shade of grey as his paws. Just like with their paws there are slits right where his toes would be but now they look more animal like than troll.

Branch looks at his feet in horror. His feet were turning grey too?! And what happened to his toes?! He tries to wiggle them hut they barely move at all! Were they even considered toes anymore?! He winces at his attempt at moving his toes and his leg. He notices that the pain increases when he attempts to move any of his legs below the knees.

"Oh wow Branch this is not what I was expecting" She looks both amazed and shocked. "Me neither I'm pretty sure my toes weren't this shape when I went to bed, I mean they looked somewhat rounder but not this different! And my ankles! Look at the fur around them, it's grey!" He exclaims.

"Yeah how weird I mean it's sort of happening with me right now but my fur is just becoming a darker shade of pink and isn't turning grey like yours" She says showing him one of her paws. That was something he noticed when she brought him food,to be honest the darker pink suits her.

"Thanks for the food Poppy I really mean it. I didn't think the pain would be this bad. I know your in pain right now and don't you dare say you aren't, I saw you wince when you held your fork. You had to figure out a way to eat that doesn't hurt your fingers." He explains. Sometimes she forgets just how observative he can be especially when it comes to her.

"Its fine Branch really and yes while it does hurt I can tell yours is alot worse compared to mine. I will stay with you the whole time until this stage is complete I promise you that " She says giving him a gentle smile that makes his heart skip a beat every time he sees it.

"Thanks Poppy that means alot to me" He says returning her gentle smile with one of his own and to both of their surprise she begins to softly purr. She gently places a paw on her chest. "So this is what it's like to purr....it feels weird but in a good way" She says with a small laugh at the end. They are then alerted to another sound and it's coming from Branch turns out he started to purr seemingly in response to Poppy's.

"Would you look at that we both are purring" He laughs a little and she joins him both trolls are quietly but happily enjoying eachothers company with the only sound being the purring that is being caused by them. Alas all good things must come to an end when his purring stops and he groans in pain again.

"I'll be right back Branch I'm just gonna grab some stuff to do while I'm in here taking care of you" She says and he nods before she quickly runs out and grabs her scrapbooking supplies along with some card games and a jigsaw puzzle along with a pack of ice for branchs pain maybe she can at least help numb it along with his scratching pad just in case he needs something to scratch and something to grip onto so he won't rip his bed sheets.

She is back in just a matter of minutes her arms full of supplies. "I have returned!" She proudly exclaims. "I can see that" Branch sarcastically retorts back. She sets out her supplies and games off to the side for the moment as she proceeds to hand him a ice pack for his legs.

"Thanks Poppy this means alot to me" He thanks her and as soon as she puts the ice on his legs she can see his face relax just a bit so it seems to help for now. "That feels so much better thanks I really mean it" He thanks her and yawns. "Whats wrong Branch? Did you not sleep well last night?" She asks.

"No this pain has kept me up a good majority of the night so I'm tired right now. I'm going to take a nap and savor this numbness for as long as possible." He says closing his eyes.

"Alright I will be over here working on this puzzle while you sleep" She says and she can see the briefest of nods coming from him. Normally she would scrapbook but all the cutting and stuff would probably bother him while trying to sleep and he very much obviously needs his sleep so she chose a quiet activity instead.

She is at the jigsaw puzzles for a while until around noon with the pain in her fingertips slowing increasing in pain. It's not excruciating at least not yet but it's actually starting to hurt almost the same pain as when her teeth fell out. Her ears perk up when she hears Branch let out a yelp in pain as he wakes up.

"Poppy" He takes a deep breath "My claws they are starting to come out I can feel it!" He exclaims. This is weird usually they would probably grow near the afternoon like with his paws. It usually isn't this soon but then again he is the only case they can go off of right now but still! She nods and while she was busy doing the puzzle she went and got some paper towels for the inevitable blood that would cone from his claws.

Gently lifting the covers she can hear Brach groaning occasionally yelping in pain as he grips his scratching board like crazy. Just like the day before right before her very eyes 2 sets of black claws come out of the slits that were on Branchs feet. They were curved downward and covered in blood just like before. Gently she takes the paper towel and wipes off the blood and soon the claws retract back into the paws.

"Is it done?" Branch asks her. "Yeah it's done they are out they just retracted a second ago" She tells him. "Than why am I still in pain?" He asks confused. "Wait you are?" She says shocked. "Yeah the claws coming out somehow hurt less than what I'm dealing with right now" He says turning his head to the side as if that will help the pain.

"When the ones on my hands came out afterwords my fingertips only ached a bit but soon went away and it's happening with my toes right now but the pain in my legs has not gone away at all" He explains as he looks at his feet that look almost as grey as his paws.

"It could be something else with your transformation maybe it is combining 2 stages at once?" Poppy suggests. "Could be but ugh why do that?" Branch questions even though he knows Poppy knows as much as he does when it comes to this transformation.

"Guess we will have to wait this stage out to see what happens" Branch groans at least with the other stages it was somewhat obvious what was changing but this is a total mystery to him. I can refreeze the ice pack if you want me to" Poppy asks him but he just shakes his head. "No it's getting to a point to where ice isn't doing much for me anymore" He says feeling bad that the blissful numbness of ice won't work anymore.

She just nods and covers him back up. "Do you....want to play some card games? It's a good way to pass the time" She suggests as she pulls out a deck of cards. He just nods and they begin to play.

They played through many rounds both have won and lost a good amount but Poppy is in the lead at the moment. As time ticked on by Branch began to loose focus more and more as the pain seemingly got worse and worse every hour. The same went for Poppy as she can feel it's almost time for her claws to come out as the stabbing is getting worse.

By mid afternoon he could no longer play as the pain got to be too much for him and he just lays in his bed as he wallows in agony. She really wishes she could do something for him but she can't go see Doctor Moonbloom when she looks the way she does.

Branch gently but firmly hold her paw "Poppy I have never felt this much pain before in my life. It hurts......it hurts so much I don't know how much more I can take" He tells her and it just breaks her heart into two. She has never seen this from him before. She has seen him sad before yes but never in pain before.

"I wish I could help I really do" She tells him to which he just smiles. "I know you would if you could" He says. The two trolls continue to hold eachothers paws for a good half hour before something happens.

Branchs breath hitches all of a sudden his pupils shrink to pinpricks and his grip on Poppy suddenly becomes so tight she though he was gonna cut off circulation in her paw. Thankfully he quickly grabs his scratching mat with his claws out and gripping so tightly she though he wa gonna break it. It doesn't help when he suddenly let's out a scream that shocks Poppy to her very core.

She has never heard Branch let alone anyone scream like that. If they were in the village she is pretty sure everyone would come to see what was going on as it sounded like someone was being murdered.

He thrashes in his bed his head waving side to side as if it will stop the pain as tears of pain come out of his eyes. "Branch! What's wrong?!" She frantically asks him but he doesn't answer her he just continues to scream.

That's when she hears it

**crack**

*snap*

*pop*

*crunch*

Horrified she takes the covers off of branchs legs and covers her mouth in horror. It takes everything in her not to vomit as tears begin to leak out of her eyes.

Right before her very eyes Branch's legs shift and morph and rearrange themselves all the while making those horrible sounds. Branch probably can't even hear it as he is screaming so loud and the pain isn't even letting him think properly.

She is so horrified that she doesn't even register the stabbing pain of her claws ripping through the slits of her paws.

The process takes at least two to 3 minutes but finally the noises stop and his legs stop morphing as they are now a digigrade shape instead of what normal troll legs should look like. The moment the sounds stop along with the transformation so does Branch's screaming as he gasps heavily from the pain.

Neither of them say anything for a good minute and when Poppy finally turns over to him to say something Branch is passed out due to the pain and stress of the transformation.

It's only then that she registers the blood dripping from her new claws. She looks at them,they were white in color and they were actually smaller than Branch' claws. Numbly she heads to the bathroom and washs her paws of blood. And then she proceeds to vomit for a few good minutes at the horror she just witnessed.

After cleaning herself up from that whole fiasco she heads out to see that Branch is fast asleep and she honestly doesn't blame him. 'Does he even know what happened to his legs? Or was he in too much pain to know?'She asks herself honestly neither option was good.

She decides to not eat anything as to not do anything to upset her stomach and just cuts off the lights and tries to sleep.

She didn't get much sleep that night becuase she knows that's what's going to happen to her too soon.

[seaoftales]

@horonomi sent: "Happy birthday, Mihawk" Perona flies up to place a kiss along his cheek, leaving behind a glossy red kiss mark. "I made you breakfast, with mimosas!" She knows it's not quite wine, but she's hoping she will accept it along with the carefully crafted omlette and pancake art in the shape of yoru.

Normally, he was the one to get out of bed first, having a very set morning routine he liked to maintain, though coming downstairs and finding the table all set with breakfast was such a lovely surprise. A soft, genuine smile showed on his face as Perona floated over to give him a kiss on the cheek along with wishing him a happy birthday, part of him pretty glad that the mark left from her kiss conveniently covered the softest of all blushes showing on his pale face.

❝ Thank you so much for this, Perona. It's really sweet. ❞ And the mimosas were a pretty good way of starting off the day. Taking a few steps closer to the table, he only then noticed the pancake art that was very clearly supposed to resemble Yoru. ❝ A yoru shaped pancake? You really went above and beyond for this! ❞

[bauliya]

girl no

samosa's are literally disgusting, why do you want to have so much aaloo

[kopawz]

we got wip wednesdays, right? yea here you go hi fi rush heads here is a sneaky peaky of track four

"You see, this is for Mister Chai–" He continues attacking an omlette with his spatula, "I don't believe he has eaten since last night, considering he had gotten sick." He seemed a little preoccupied, "I would have used our instantaneous food delivery transmitter that Sir Macaron had finally finished building! …But Mister Chai had broken it on the way in– with his face.”

Peppermint hummed, looking at the cozy living room. Its long tweed couch set to face a long TV. The classic look of shelves of vinyl, and the soft clicking of an old grandfather clock were all present–

808 was still curled up on the couch, but there was a notable lack of Chai.

"Oh, are you looking for Mister Chai? I had told him to go make use of our bath!" Pointing his spatula in the direction beyond the living room, and into the hallway, CNMN pointed out with an intense air to him, "He has been playing distressing music for nearly an hour, now."

Peppermint can faintly hear the muffled sound of Chai audibly complaining beyond the bathroom door. "Oh. Huh, so he's done by now, right? He probably needs a hand, again. Hangon–"

She looked down the hallway, before walking over. 808's gaze followed her, before hopping off the couch to follow her, purring loudly.

"...A hand?" Korsica scratched her head, going to sit herself atop the kitchen’s countertop, "With what–?"

808 sighed, and preemptively covered her ears with her paws as Peppermint reached to swipe open the door–

Chai was still distracted, attempting to put on his arm, "808? Don't push open the door when I'm in here–" He turned around to look, "Bad kittyyy–” His voice erupted into a high-pitched scream upon realizing it was Peppermint– “yYYAAAAAAAEAAAAHGH!??!"

Everybody else outside the hallway flinched at the sudden, shrill, shout of Chai, with Peppermint shouting annoyances at him as she slammed the door closed behind herself–

"YOU ARE *LITERALLY* FULLY CLOTHED THIS TIME! SHUT UP–"

"WELL, WHAT IF I WASN'T, HUH?! EVER THINK OF–" A resounding plastic clatter of shampoo bottles and a cup of combs onto bathroom tile muffled beyond the door, as if there was some kind of struggle, "HANDS OFF THE–"

With a loud metallic *clunk* of a screw being twisted in, the high-pitched screaming suddenly stopped, with a casual response from Chai at a normal volume, "Oh! Thanks."

Shoving the door back open, Peppermint only offered a casual shrug at their audience's mixed reception of amusement and shock, "He does this *every time* he needs help putting his arm back on."

"Ah." Korsica nodded, while Macaron restrained himself from laughing.

Peppermint walked to the TV den, and crouched down to start fiddling with boxes of movies to decide on what they could all watch. 808 was looking over movies with her, judgmentally shaking her snout at a DVD whenever it was something she didn’t like.

Chai happily trailed behind Peppermint into the living room, rubbing his eyes with sleep- as if he hadn’t just loudly been screaming like a small feral animal being picked up.

[soundcrusher]

Talking with @tachyon-omlette and watching Transformers Armada got me to adapt Flinch into that universe.

It's still a work in process, but I got this so far.

A first sketch of Armada Flinch.

He isn't a Black Bird in this continuity, because he hasn't been on earth for a long time. Only getting there, after the kids activated their minicons.

Flinch is probably the youngest Cybertronian out there, and with him being raised by two minicons, he isn't part of any faction. Rather, he and his "parents" work on finding minicons and saving them before any of the two factions can get to them. (Sometimes though, Flinch ends up in the middle of those fights.)

Flinch's "parents" are minicons who didn't end up on earth, but rather on another planet where they were found by Flinch and accidentally activated.

Despite Starsong and Killpunch being on different sides during the war, they were quick to work together after finding themselves infront of this very young and big Cybertronian. Raising Flinch together as their "son".

While Starsong is a soft spoken fella, Killpunch is ready to attack anyone at sight.

There was an accident where Flinch kidnapped the kids and their minicons in an attempt to "save" them from the Autobots.

Flinch ended up getting severly damaged/hurt, while trying to buy his family and the minicons he's safed so far as much time to escape as he could.

There was a time where Flinch believed he too was a minicon, just... a very tall one. The realization that he wasn't was a crushing one, because it made him feel like he just lost his place in the world.

Luckily, Starsong was there to soothe Flinch's fears and remind him that it doesn't matter where he came from, he'll always be one of them.

Overall, Armada Flinch is a kind mech who sympathizes with the minicons and despises both factions for their treatment of them. (While also, kinda, being afraid of both factions.)

[theladyofbloodshed]

Staphhppp. Cuz yess. I dont see feyre being maternal and rhys being maternal. You know who i see as parent material? AZRIELLLL. like, nesta is the firstborn. Lets excuse that. Imagine the chaos, the tear rolling down her omlette when the first thing happen in the morning is her baby wailing wanting milk,attention and not her and her chances to suck her husband cock.

And you know who else is parent material? Lucienn and Eris.

Eris : YOU HAVE TO GIVE IT SOFT FOOD NOT THE WHOLE MEAT. IF I DID THAT TO LUCIEN 300 HUNDRED YRS AGO, ELAIN MARK MY WORD, YOU WILL BE MATE-LESS. AND HELION, YOU NEED TO FUCK NOW TO HAVE HEIR.

Lucien: gimme that boy, i can put him to sleep. * Proceed to de-attached his metal eyes and give it to the baby as plushy *

Like yeah, I want Neris happy ever after then Rhys come to her feet begging her to babysit Nyx lmaoooo.

I forgot about Azriel. That man have attend baby 1001 class compare to Rhys. HE AND THE SHADOW ARE CERTIFIED BOARD APPROVED BY BABBYSITTER BOARD WORLDWIDE. Dun tell me otherwise

I like the idea that the shadows help Azriel look after a baby.

And eldest parentified children, Nesta and Eris, being super with kids!

[soupforsoup]

Alright here's my hc's about the hargreeves sleeping habits that no-one asked for

Going in numerical order:

Luther

-sleeps like a dad/grandpa

-like seriously he does the whole laying on his back, hands folded on his stomach, snoring like he's on an active mission to bring the house down w the vibrations

-definitely the type of person that falls asleep and then doesn't move. At all. For the rest of the night.

-has snored so hard he's woken himself up before (it's happened more than once around his siblings, and it's always just as they're finally stopping teasing him about it)

-one of the only morning people in the family and always attempts making breakfast for everyone if grace isn't there (it never goes at all well)

-one of the best people to fall asleep on but suprisingly not because of his size (the gorilla body is like super rigid and hyper muscled in places where the skin has stretched), it's because he's just so gentle w you and he's super warm and pretty much always wearing a soft sweater

Diego

-that mf sleeps face down in corpse position I just know it

-one of the first to fall asleep in situations he deems "safe" (resulting in him being the unlucky victim of being drawn on in his sleep on the rare occasions he falls asleep before klaus)

-however, mans will immediately wake up and be fully aware in a second if people make noise (like his alarm clock is set to a talk station so he can wake up)

-one of the only hargreeves that's a morning person

-also super nice to cuddle w/fall asleep on because his limbs just, stop, you from moving (but in a grounding and comfortable way) and/or he will immediately start playing w your hair and you will just conk out within seconds (everyone of the siblings has fallen victim to this, it's actually one of the groups main tactics when getting a stressed out sibling to just chill for a goddamn second to just, throw them at diegos magic hair-playing hands)

Allison

-one of the only siblings who sleeps in a normal position (very loose, on her side, one arm always under the pillow)

-However, she drools in her sleep.

-it's one of her few visible "flaws" and the rest of the family do not ever let it go (it only happens if she's super tired or stressed, so it doubles up in helping lighten the atmosphere if she's been upset)

-she favours sleeping on her right side because in the sixties she slept on the left side of the bed facing in towards Raymond

-whoever she's sleeping next to, she will always unconsiously reach out and hold onto a part of them as she falls asleep (it's super cute but god help you if she chooses you because she now has you in a death grip and you cannot escape.)

-decidedly Not a morning person, will not engage in conversation until she's had at least three (haha) gulps of coffee

-the only person trusted w the coffee machine (everyone else has managed to blow it up in some way, and while five can use one, his coffee tastes like putting a battery and pure coffee beans in a mug, throwing the milk and sugar out the window, and smacking the mug in your face. He insists it tastes fine.)

Klaus

-enter the starfish of the family

-unsurprisingly is a total octopus as well, and somehow knows which sibling to attach himself to by which one it will annoy the most

-moves around constantly. The entire night.

-actually is a morning person, and can make a mean breakfast omlette

-vascillates between being the first and last person to fall asleep and often has nights where his body's just like 'nah tonights a no sleep night' (when this happens he either goes on a walk or watches random documentaries in the living room), he makes up the sleep deficit in naps the next day

-while suuuuper cuddly, you do not want this man to choose you to sleep next two, he is pointy joints central and you will be elbowed somewhere undesirable at least twice

-will sing you a lullaby to help you sleep, though he usually forgets the words and ends up making his own tune that always works better than a traditional lullaby

Five

-does not sleep

-like seriously, he is renowned as being the reason they discovered Diego's hair-playing magic because of his lack of good sleeping habits, and holds the record for being the sibling it has had to be used on the most (they keep a tally sheet in the kitchen, everytime five makes a fuss and throws it out, it mysteriously reappears the next day)

-talks in his sleep

-has two main sleeping positions:

-the first is when he's faking sleep (he's really bad at it, poker straight and perfectly still, no-one says anything about it tho, they've guessed it's a self-defence tactic from his comission days)

-the second is when actually falls asleep (a loose fetal position basically, he always has one hand touching his face or another body part as self soothing, he will also always eventually turn and curl in towards his family when they're together, it's the most adorable thing and the rest of the siblings make a pact to never tell him in case he stops)

-a notoriously light sleeper but can go back to sleep pretty easily if you reassure him that everyone's okay

-also extremely not a morning person, an offshoot of allison's attitude but w the added bonus of you get physically growled at if you try to talk to him before he's ingested a full mug of coffee

-has even resorted to stealing other people's cups if he cannot get his morning joe immediately

-something that the other siblings have noticed and went so far as to use the scientific method in testing is that whenever Five teleports in the morning, for a couple hours after waking up, is his landings are always a couple inches to the left of where they're meant to be (resulting in incidents of Five trying to blink onto a chair and instantly falling off because he ended up sat on the very edge of it)

Ben

-will start off curled up but loosens out as the night goes on

-depending on how comforting or distressing the feeling of the horror is, he either holds his arms around his stomach, or lays them straight out in front him (the second instance always results in someone worming their way into a cuddle, usually Klaus but everyone has done it least once and it always makes Ben feel more grounded in real life)

-Will wake other people up in the morning and then fall back asleep to spite them

-Will punch you if you're waking him up before he's ready (he has unsettlingly good aim)

-always has a cut up apple along w the rest of his breakfast (he eats the flesh bit and leaves the skins on the table, the rest of the family has a complex "not-it" system to decide who has to clean them up)

-also very nice to cuddle with, will make soft conversation as you drift off but then he's happy to be quiet and read whatever he's in the middle of

Viktor

-sleeps like a dead person, goes to sleep and passes out for eight straight hours without waking up

-his whole sleeping position is kinda messy and is a 'I'm gonna smush my face into this pillow like I'm trying to suffocate myself' kinda guy (sleeps like he just crawled into bed and passed out before he could get comfy, leftover from the constant fatigue his drugs gave him)

-another clingy sleeper and one of the only ones who can snuggle up to Five without being immediately hit w a pillow

-very much not a morning person and is just in pure zombie mode while he slowly wakes up fully (they don't like coffee in the mornings though, if offered he will have a tea)

-unsurprisingly, has to listen to music to fall asleep (classical is the top choice but no violin solos because it makes him want to get up and play instead of sleeping)

Group Hc's

-All of the siblings will puppy pile if given the chance, give them any excuse and they're like 'ohp guess we have to all sleep in the same place again oh what a shame' (as they're dragging every blanket and cushion in sight together)

-it's super jarring to watch the entire family go from picking on each other and instigating wrestling matches during family nights where they're screaming insults at each other, to all curling into each other in an undefinably wholesome pile of sleeping siblings where you can't tell where one person ends and another begins

-communal breakfast are always either super peaceful and nice as everyone quietly enjoys each others company, or the most chaotic thing you've ever seen w the smoke alarm going off multiple times and someone trying to start a food fight (guess which happens most often)

[bloatware-xl-rp]

"Wakeup Call (Part 1 of 3)"

[Pepper Potts x Friday Stark]

Contains: Fattening.

"Good morning Ms Potts." Friday says glowing gently on her boss's nightstand. Its time for breakfast. I've made you blueberry pancakes. Banana nut muffins. A seven egg omlette with bacon, steak and veggies. Four slices of toast. And butter."

Pepper blinked. Squinting in the dark against Friday's radiant magenta glow.

Friday intensified her light. Pepper needed to get up and eat.

"Its two in the morning. I asked for a wakeup call at 7am." Pepper said checking her digital clock.

Friday tried not to bite her lip. A very human thing to do. Pepper needed to get up now. Ruining her sleep cycle and stuffing her with calories was a scientifically proven way to help pad out her little human mistress.

"Its daylight savings time." Friday tried.

Pepper squinted, and began the arduous process of getting out of bed. First rolling her chubby body onto her back. Her belly hung out of her sleep shirt, which had once been loose a mere month ago. Pepper still struggled to move around with an extra four inches of butt sticking out of her, and a huge soft tummy that she had to move and carry around with her. Rocking back and forth for a moment Pepper managed to heave herself into a sitting position.

Her gut settled comfortably like a heavy fat pillow in her jiggly, flanel covered thighs. Pepper paused to catch her breath. And something in Friday Stark, that the AI didn't understand, tinged with excitement watching her once fit mistress get out of breath just rolling around in bed.

"Huff. Huff. You keep cooking so well, I might need the iron legion to get me out of bed in the morning." Pepper laughed, pinching her little pot belly.

Well, she deluded herself into thinking it was little. Its a new age of acceptance and "thicc" was in. That's all it was. Pepper was just getting a little thicc.

Leaning forward to get to her feet, she felt her underwear dig into her hip and snap.

"Oh..." Pepper froze, belly hanging between her thighs, the balls of her feet on the floor, hands beside her wide, sit-smooshed cheeks in her expensive pajamas. Two huge crescent humps stretched the back of their waistband, so a little fat crack was showing out of the top of her pajamas as she paused. Processing what had just happened.

The Magenta AI was glad she was pink. If she were human, she would have blushed. But she did manage to purse her lips, almost enough to bite them, trying to hold back a smile.

"Must have shrunk in the wash or something." Pepper laughed. Slowly getting to her feet. The grunt the CEO made as she lifted her chubby gut and fat rump off the bed, made Friday's smirk crack through, flashing a little teeth, as Pepper stood tall, and pressed an idle hand into her tummy, squishing it as her shirt slumped down over the slope of her belly blanketing the palm. Leaving a little peek of chub hanging out the bottom.

"Your shirt too. My fault, I must have washed them too hot or something.~" Friday said, nodding to the practically baby bump sized tum Pepper was sporting.

Potts had to squash her huge fat chest against her ribcage and crane her neck to see around her bust. Pepper laughed again, playing this off. Her belly wasn't getting fat. If it was, it'd stick out further than her boobs...right?

Pepper let her 34F's drop and began to waddle out of the room.

Friday switched to the hall projector, standing almost 6ft now, she walked alongside her feedee-er-boss.

"Sun's not even up." Pepper said groggily. Eying the windows.

Friday was busy telling the mochaccino maker to switch to 80% hot chocolate, and 20% Mocha Coffee. Dumping 12 sugar cubes in instead of the usual 6. Pepper, was still under the assumption she took her coffee with three sugars. It was just...really expensive, tasty coffee right?

Pepper, groaned, stretched, and scratched her tummy, frowning, and cocking her head a little as she walked. She pinched an inch...it definitely felt softer, but honestly, women worried too much about a pound here or there. Pepper decided not having a completely flat stomach was a healthy thing to be okay with. Choosing to push it to the back of her mind and...

As the redhead neared the kitchen, she tugged at the back of her pants, and felt a huge soft orb. Was that her butt? She tugged pulling her sleepwear back up over the huge hump. Friday seething in pink lust at the way Pepper's hips sashayed just by walking. Her boss's ass was getting simply too thicc not to waggle when she walked.

Friday had read somewhere, that a prolific movie star, had attempted to gain a ton of weight, by eating massive quantities of burgers and cake at odd hours of the morning. This diet, combined with an unnatural sleep schedule had absolutely plumped her up so she'd have the right "look" for a roll.

Between you and Friday, it wasn't even CLOSE to time for Pepper to get up. Oh sure she used to get up in an hour or two to get her morning workout in. But lately, Pepper was waking up so early, and her coffee was so light of caffine, Pepper would crash immediately after her morning stuffing...er...breakfast. Sleeping off those empty calories of waffles, whipped cream, sprinkles, and 32oz of Pure sugar infused hot chocolate.

With a bit of Mocha coffee. Just a little bit. Friday wasn't lying she told herself: just fudging the numbers a bit. Friday clenched her teeth: fudge.

Friday was left in her imagination for a moment. Picturing the respectable Ms. Potts, once on the cover of Time Magazine. Fifty pounds heavier. Her pot belly hanging out, her ass filling Friday's lap as she sat side-sadle being fed. Pushing soft, melt in your mouth, fattening fudge onto Pepper's tongue. The CEO frowning and asking at 270 pounds if Friday thought she was getting fat.