#story stew

[pocketmania]

[A/N] So like i saw Kevin's Dream Job and I am absolutely foaming at tHE MOUTH FHGRAAAHHH‼️‼️

SOO I'm gonna write about the reader comforting him after his nightmare

ALSO DOUBLE POST TODAY LETS GO POOKS 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Take this Lil mini fic while you wait for my other requests ✨️

Now onto the thingy

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(💀🎃💏❤️‍🩹) - spooky month comfort

(reader type) - androgynous / gender neutral

(‼️warnings) - mentions of death

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You woke up. Why are you awake?

It was 6:51 A.M., about 9 minutes before Kevin's alarm usually went off. You didn't normally wake up before it went off; in fact, he was usually the one to wake up first, so this was an abnormal start to the morning.

You sat up, stretched in bed, and looked to your lover beside you. He seemed to be sleeping soundly. You smiled warmly and rubbed his shoulder before pulling the covers over him to insulate him better.

You lay back down and grab your phone off your side table. You took it off the charger and turned it on, checking your notifications and just scrolling through social media. The room was completely quiet beside the sound of funny videos from your phone and your quiet giggles.

That is, until Kevin's alarm went off.

He didn't wake up at first, so you just let him sleep a bit. He deserved it, anyway. But then he started to toss and turn. You sat up using your elbows and looked to him, then his alarm clock. 7:02 A.M. He.. should've woken up by now. The alarm wasn't particularly quiet.

You gently shook him and whispered his name. "Kevin... Kevin, baby, wake up." You looked at his face and realized he was sweating. Was he too hot? Maybe.

Just in case he was, you reached toward his chest and tried to pull the covers doW—

Kevin shot up from his spot in the bed and gasped for air. He was hyperventilating. His abrupt awakening startled you so bad you let out an audible swear. Quickly realizing he was in a panic, you gingerly placed your hands on his shoulders to attempt to calm him down. "Hey, hey, hey! Calm down, love! It's alright!" You whisper-shouted so you didn't worry him anymore.

Kevin's eyes met yours, and he tried to slow his breathing. "That's right, love," you reassured. "Deep breaths. I'm right here." Eventually, Kevin's irregular breathing stopped. He sighed and held his head in his hands. You reached behind him and shut off his alarm.

"Are you alright now?" You asked. You leaned forward so your head was at the same level as his. He looked to you, one eye still covered by his hands. "I just..." He tried to mumble, but he simply couldn't get the words out. You shook your head. "You don't have to speak right now, Kev. Just.. relax."

And that's what he did. He stayed tense in your arms for a solid 20 minutes. 20 minutes that were supposed to be spent getting ready for work. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"I thought I was dead."

You raised your eyebrows and looked down at him. Was that what his dream was about? You tightened your grip on him. "Do you wanna talk about it?" You asked, gently rubbing him once again. He looked toward the end of the bed.

"That job.. I don't know what it is." He started, letting his body relax. "Maybe it's those kids. I know that's exactly what they are, but.. they just bring me trouble whenever I'm around them. I've been held at gunpoint, stabbed, threatened by a cannibal. I've almost died, like, five times!"

You nodded, pursing your lips. You kissed the top of his head before you suddenly got up from bed and made for the doorway. "Tell your boss you're calling in sick for a couple days. You need a break. I'll make breakfast—your favorite."

Kevin looked up at you, surprised. It had been a while since he had a proper breakfast. It took him a moment to register, but when he did, he gave a tired smile. "Thanks, (N/N)." He whispered as he reached a hand out. You walked over and interlaced your fingers, pulling him in to kiss his forehead. You gave one last smile before turning to go make breakfast like you said.

Kevin lay back down and sighed. He grabbed his phone from the side table and texted his boss, saying he had caught a cold and wouldn't be able to come in for the next few days. He looked to his alarm clock. 7:27 A.M.

Not that the time mattered to him right now.

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[automatisma]

It's so interesting to me that Slay the Princess is the kind of art that leaves little room for structured interpretation of the text because it's so good at exploring what is it about (almost everything you want to say about it is already in the text! just go play it again), while easily supporting a lot of derivative reimaginings, remixes and fanworks.

[zephyrchama]

🎁🥔

Beelzebub and Mammon made their presence very well known when they entered the living room, with heads held high and chests puffed out proudly. They were a little sweaty and disheveled but strangely upbeat. Beelzebub was clearly concealing something behind his back. Mammon had his nose pointed so far up, it was almost a challenge to the Avatar of Pride's moniker.

You looked up from the couch and asked, "What's up, guys?" Feeling for all the world like a kindergarten teacher about to play a game with their students.

"We got you something," Beelzebub said with a pleasant smile. It was almost entirely drowned out by Mammon's loud boasting.

"You won't believe what I found. You're 'bout to be real grateful, so get our praise ready."

They plopped down into seats on either side of you, Beelzebub careful not to jostle the mystery in his hand.

It wasn't every day they made a big deal out of giving you something. Normally, they'd just do it. Your interest was piqued. "What is it?"

They smirked at each other. Both demons wanted to drag out the suspense, but were also too impatient to wait much longer. Still in their school uniforms, they probably rushed straight home as soon as they procured their present. After grinning for several prolonged seconds in self-satisfaction, Mammon snapped his fingers dramatically. "Show 'em, Beel!"

Beelzebub placed the gift in your lap as if it were made of the finest glass.

It was a potato.

"A human world potato," Beelzebub explained, as if there was any doubt.

"Ya don't see this in the Devildom everyday. We thought you'd like a human treat every once 'n a while."

It was green and wrinkly, with multiple spuds sprouting out the top. It looked like somebody had dropped it behind a shelf and found it months later through smell alone. It was impossible to discern if it had been washed recently or if, at this point, the slimy and moist texture was just this tuber's natural state of existence.

Two sets of eyes filled with anticipation were locked on to your face, scrutinizing its every move. They were waiting for their shower of praise. You forced an awkward smile and laughed with strained excitement. "A potato! Wow, thanks guys!"

"What are you gonna make with it?" Beelzebub was eager to know.

"I'm not sure." You gazed at the gift. You kind of wanted to fling it off your legs before your skin started crawling. Though, you couldn't insult the brothers after their hard work. It was time to start lying through your teeth. "I'm so touched. Really. That you went and got... this potato for me. I kind of want to keep it as a memento!"

Mammon waved his hand to dismiss your idea. "Nah, don't hold back! I paid a pretty hefty sum to get a hold a' this, y'know."

Your heartstrings twinged with guilt. To avoid stirring Beelzebub and his endless stomach, Mammon leaned over towards your ear. "Fry it, bake it, boil it. It's all yours," he whispered. "'Long as you're happy, yeah?"

You were not happy. Every day with these demons brought a fresh source of stress. At least you were never dull.

"Solomon once said that green vegetables are good for humans," Beelzebub revealed.

You twirled your head around so fast that you accidentally bumped Mammon in the nose and asked, "You actually took food advice from Solomon?"

"Only after Belphie confirmed it," he clarified. So they did do their research.

While that was usually true, this was an incredibly unfortunate exception. You could not bring yourself to consume the sad green potato. You needed a new idea.

"Can human plants be cultivated in the Devildom? I want to plant this, and then we'll have more potatoes we can all share." The wet sensation on your leg only grew more unpleasant and you wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. "Let's go plant it out back and see."

The siblings began talking over one again again, saying, "My human's got a heart of gold" and "I'd like that" while squeezing you with bear hugs from either size. It jostled the potato and you feared it would start leaking more.

"Let's go, let's go!" you ushered, eager to give this old vegetable a proper burial. You could vaguely hear Mammon brag to his younger brother, "I told you this was a great idea, they're gonna be thankin' us for weeks," as you raced towards the doorway.

[doctorwhommm]

I hsve an idea. Could u draw rose and ianto as besties

absOLUTELY I CAN

they’re chatting shit (lovingly) about their tall, long-coat-wearing, time-travelling, death-cheating, alien boyfriends who have spikey hair

[artandthebible]

The Miracles of Prophet Elisha

Artist: Giorgio Vasari (Italian, 1511-1574)

Date: c. 1566

Medium: Oil on Wood

Collection: Galleria degli Uffizi, Florence

Description

This composition is a typical example of a painting for private worship, a genre that was popular with Vasari. The subject is a scene from the life of the Prophet Elisha, who during famine saved his people making edible wild herbs. Elisha is one of the biblical prophets whose miracles prefigured those of Christ. A man in the middle ground carries a basket, because Elisha miraculously multiplied the available food.

In spite of the modest size of the work, the artist insists on elaborating a composition of great complexity and refinement, characteristics which would reappear in the profane paintings of the Studiolo executed thirty years later.

Death in the Pot | 2 Kings 4: 38-41, NIV

Elisha returned to Gilgal and there was a famine in that region. While the company of the prophets was meeting with him, he said to his servant, “Put on the large pot and cook some stew for these prophets.”

One of them went out into the fields to gather herbs and found a wild vine and picked as many of its gourds as his garment could hold. When he returned, he cut them up into the pot of stew, though no one knew what they were. The stew was poured out for the men, but as they began to eat it, they cried out, “Man of God, there is death in the pot!” And they could not eat it.

Elisha said, “Get some flour.” He put it into the pot and said, “Serve it to the people to eat.” And there was nothing harmful in the pot.

[bookshelfdreams]

"charles's anger issues make him volatile, just look what he did to the night nurse!"

yeah I saw that, second sexiest thing he ever did. "that was extreme" "that was a lot" no it was BASED. sometimes, violence is the answer. sometimes, people make you relive the worst, most traumatic moments of your life in an effort to manipulate you - and in such an event, it very reasonable to beat them up with a music box and feed them to a giant angler fish.

hope this helps.

[francesderwent]

one thing about me is when I have a good meal with a lot of different food groups and a large amount of protein, it DOES make me act a little bit like I’m on cocaine

[demonzoro]

i am once again wishing that reiju was written in a more interesting way in fics. i think she wld be fucked up in the way of "every day i tightrope a line of protecting my brother against a family that wld gladly revoke my favored position" and "am i my brother's keeper". contradictions in contradictions. unable to empathise/incapable of excising her sympathy. equal parts wondrous and revolted by the depth of human emotion that sanji feels. the only one in her family that takes after both her parents' will - her father's soldier and her mother's daughter. yeah sure you could write her as tepid and simply dust your hands off after damning her for her compliance in the abuse cycle but what if we made her interesting.

[paunchsalazar]

Good Omens 2 rewrite comic… piece of cake!

[pocketmania]

[☎👽💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩]  Nikku x Fem Reader

Oh request open again, yay! Be ready for Nikku request cause again, I like Nikku very very much to the point even my best friend knows it cause I talk/mention about her nonstop ☝

Might as well put me as 🏳‍🌈 Anon cause I'm going to be requesting some Nikku or other characters but mostly Nikku, you're the only person who writes for hotline 024/sunset hills

Can I request smth where Nikku knows that the reader has a crush on her even though the reader thinks she straight when it's very clear that she has a crush on the polygurian.

That one roblox meme where a guy says "I'M NOT A KISSBOY" instead it's- "I'M NOT A KISSGIRL"

Aaa hello 🏳️‍🌈 anon! You're so like me in that way

But, yeah, I can definitely do that! Honestly, I wish hotline got slightly more attention just so people would write it about lmao

But thank you for asking!

Now onto the thingy

‎‧₊˚✧[ Nikku w/ a

Crushing!Reader ]✧˚₊‧

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(☎️👽💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩) - sunset hills headcanons + small scenario

(reader type) - feminine / AFAB

(‼️ warnings) - none

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♨ when I say you had it BAD for her please believe it cause holy SHIET

♨ when you two became friends it was an absolute turning point for your emotions just as it was hers

♨ soon after your love was PAINFULLY obvious. like. everyone knew.

♨ Clips knew. Nikku knew. Boyfriend knew. Girlfriend knew. Rude#1 knew. Gogo knew. Momo knew. Hell, LIMUS THE CAT KNEW.

♨ nikku honestly thought it was cute how you thought it was some sort of best friend love or something

♨ everytime someone asks you if you two were dating you bust out into a flustered mess explaining that you were straight and just friends

♨ sometimes, nikku will teasingly flirt and make innuendos with you just to get a reaction

❝ sooo, do you wanna continue the fun in your room? ❞

❝ ndjzKCJDJDJH—WHAT?? ❞

♨ but yeah you're so goofy. and closeted. goofy and closeted.

♨ nikku's kinda 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 when she's around you

♨ "I'M NOT A KISSGIRL" you clarify and scream at the top of your lungs

♨ nikku just probably ends up talking to you about it later when she thinks it's appropriate

♨ let's say you two were watching videos on her phone. she suddenly puts it down and starts to ask about how you feel toward her

♨ you let it RIP (but didn't forget to say, "but I'm straight!" at the end)

❝ so.. random question, but how would you describe me in one word? ❞

❝ oh, I can't just use one! there are so many words to describe you, like funny, smart, cool, pretty, awesome, hot, sweet, pretty.. did I say that already? ❞

❝ and you say you're straight? ❞

♨ After that, nikku had a come-to-asmodeux moment with you about your feelings and all the sappy stuff

♨ you were DYING inside when you finally put two and two together

♨ thankfully, you helped her realize that she liked you back too! .. and a lot of other things I won't get into

♨ and even after all that, you're still a flustered mess

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[spoopyandtired]

what if I posted vampire klapollo fic with toxic Kristoph focus. what if I did that. Would any of y'all be interested in that

[orionshounds]

ill write something more coherent when i have the brain power but. man.

the writing for inanimate insanity is fucking brilliant. i have never watched a show before where the plot twist is something i never saw coming and yet makes complete, perfect sense

[a-crowcats-nonsense]

no offense to Mafuyu’s taste i’m sure her mom’s cooking is good most of the time but. Fucking cream stew? Cream? Just cream? In the stew? Beef in fucking milk? Girl get out of that house

[mosquito-cove]

on and on and on...

[mrsthunderkin]

Sometimes you gotta resurect an old oc and turn him into an innkeeper for flavor

His Inn is called The Blind Wolf

[francesderwent]

my toxic trait is I’ll think I’m depressed and actually all I need is to eat some raw vegetables