#the ice cream pail

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Garbage Pail Kids - art by John Pound and Tom Bunk (1985-1988)

[number1mackinnie]

full drawign . there was too much empty space so i added doodles but then i didnt know what else to doodle so i added photos

[skooodles]

[eternalguk]

can i get a drabble or lil oneshot where oc and jungkook are moving to a new house or planning a new one, renovation or layout and it turns into a fight but ends in fluff something warm please in this cold winter🩵🥹

Drabble 02 — IKEA Showrooms & Moody Nightclubs (Jungkook x reader)

Warnings ; swearing & two idiots

Masterlist

“Excuse me, what?!”

“I said, you’re acting like it’s just you moving in and not both of us!” Jungkook huffs, lifting up the last of the cardboard boxes and moving it out of the way before you trip over it… again.

“Am not! Your ideas are just stupid, Jungkook.” You retort, rolling your eyes as you stare at the tin of black paint before you.

You had strictly sent Jungkook to go and buy some paint for the main wall of the living area. Your instructions were very simple to follow really. Jungkook had to choose from either ‘magnolia’, ‘fine cream’, ‘milky pail’ or ‘vintage chandelier’.

“They’re really not, babe.” Jungkook shoots back. “You’re just going to make the house look like a fucking ice cream shop!”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes, rethinking the decision of letting you take reign over the renovating process.

“You’re infuriating, I’m leaving.” You respond, anger carefully etched into every corner of your face.

“Where to? The bedroom that’s painted with ‘tranquil vanilla’.” Jungkook quotes with his fingers, chuckling at the names of these paints whilst simultaneously rolling his eyes.

“It’s ’summer linen’ actually, you’d know if you came with me.” You move to sit on the floor, opening the notebook to continue the never ending list of things you need for your new place.

It all started with a small disagreement. Well, small to you anyway.

The colour of the living room walls.

Jungkook was insisting that you go for a moodier colour palette, but you argued that black and grey everywhere would either look like his boring office or a fucking nightclub!

“I just want to feel calm, gukkie.” You pout, hoping it works in your favour like it usually does. “Black and grey… no calm.” You sniffle, wanting to take the acting even further.

“And I want to feel at home, not like I’ve been trapped in an Ikea showroom.” Jungkook joins you on the floor, mirroring your sniffle.

There was silence… for approximately thirty seconds.

Now, you could have been mature about it… but maturity? Nope! That had flown out the window just like Jungkook’s sanity when he decided to bring home black paint.

“You’re not helping, Jungkook.” You sigh, giving him a knowing look.

At this point, you’d really think Jungkook would know better.

“And you want everything to go your way!” He shouts, rolling his eyes for the umpteenth time that evening.

“My way makes more sense, Jungkook!” You assert, standing up and folding your arms as you stare down at him. “Stop making me out to be such a control freak.”

“Well, I mean-“

“Jeon Jeongguk!”

“Y/L/N Y/N!”

The two of you are now standing eye to eye. Brows furrowed, cheeks warm and huffing as loudly as possible.

As if on cue, you both burst out laughing, shaking your head at the immaturity.

Laughing with Jungkook was definitely the treasure of today. His laughter was your serenity because in those moments, you felt the most alive.

“I’m sorry,” you both mumble at the same time, eyes softening.

“I feel so excited about moving in together, I just want it all to be perfect.” Jungkook admits, pulling you into his arms.

Your heart drops instantly, moving forward to rest your heard against his welcoming chest. “You’re right,” you confess. “I got carried away, but I agree, this is meant to be a home for both of us.”

Jungkook gently pulls you back, looking down at you with his cocoa eyes full of love. “Summer chandelier doesn’t sound so bad,” he whispers, a teasing lilt lacing his tone.

You smile brightly. “It’s summer linen, baby.”

“Mhm?”

“Black decor would compliment it,” you cheekily snicker, earning a groan from him. “We can go to the IKEA showrooms you love so much.”

Jungkook wraps his arms around you tighter, engulfing you into a hug that weaves your souls closely together.

“No,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “We’ll go through your Pinterest board and recreate it.”

You laugh, nuzzling your nose against him. You knew that whether your home ends up looking like an ice cream shop or a nightclub, it would still feel like home. Because your home was right in front of you, swaying you in his arms.

Hope you enjoyed reading this 🫶🏻 it’s not my best, but I was able to quickly put something together to help distract me from the fact that I missed Jungkook’s live 🥺

[kiwipineappleparasol]

A Collection of my Mario Fan Characters (Info Below) 🍄

Zizzle (she/they) - An easygoing wanderer, who never sticks to one place for long. Secretly a Magickoopa dropout from Bowser's army, although she regrets her past. Plus, they were never good at magic.

Lumini (they/them) - A previous caretaker for young stars in Starborn Valley, they have delusions of grandeur and think that they ought to ascend to Star Haven themselves. Still, they act for the greater good.

Duplio (she/her) - A travelling magician (and con artist) who's name is known by none, but who's face is known by plenty. She's a charming trickster, who's great at weaseling in and out of situations.

Vinny (they/them) - Previously a news anchor, now a ground reporter, they always sensationalize the news regardless. Talks more akin to a salesperson than your average journalist. Their breath is rancid.

Nebble (she/her) - Resident of a place I'll call Rock Candy Caverns, she hates the mining gig destroying her home. Reclusive and slightly eccentric, but ultimately good natured. Her nose glows in the dark!

Robin (she/her) - A bandit who only takes from the well off, and gives it to those in need. She's cocky and brash; quick to get herself in trouble, but clever enough to find a way out of it. ...Probably.

Pail - (she/her) - Clumsy, sweet as sugar, and exceedingly gullible -- she takes people at their word, even when she really shouldn’t. She hopes to become an ice cream salesperson someday, ironically.

Hammie (she/her) - A bubbly, outgoing rollerblader! She's got great balance, and an uplifting attitude. She participates in acrobatics, racing, and even inline hockey -- and always tries to be a good sport!

Johnson (he/him) - Named after the unseen X-Naut in the beginning of TTYD. An elite scientist that only got promoted because he refused to divulge his potion recipes. Has little respect for authority. Rockey (he/him) - A pokey made of rocks. Dude-bro who wants to be best buds with everyone, and cannot recognize when he’s annoying people. Negative words are all water off a duck’s back with this guy.

(The two Shy Guys -- I haven't decided on their names yet, but the first one is an extremely introverted toy maker, who repairs anything brought to their shop, but refuses to show their “face” to anyone. The second is based off Mario Strikers, but instead he plays paintball. He loves bright colors and causing havoc wherever he goes. He’s pretty competitive.)

And that’s about it!

[feedsmallfeedbig]

can’t believe how turned on I just got about being told to go eat more ice cream 🥵🥵

I’m a little scared of my future health issues but I can’t stop eating junk food all the time, I’m getting lazier and heavier

All I want to do is keep eating, be slower, dumber and more docile.

Plus I keep feeding my cola addiction lately 💕

Then do it fat ass! Get a gallon pail and eat until it makes you feel sick to try and eat more. 😈

Why be scared? They're a good thing and a sign of your excellent progress... Besides thinking about those things is your feeders concern if they should be thought about at all. Your concern should be only about grabbing the next piece of food and shoveling it down your bottomless gullet. 😉

Go on fatty... Get even fatter for me. Personally I can't wait to see your breasts get even fatter once you start HRT. Can you imagine that? Having a massive chest already and then watching it balloon into DD range? You're gonna be such a beautiful and sexy cow and I can't wait to see your progress. 💜💜💜

[coopigeoncoo]

Meat Cute, Chapter 10

Chapter Links: First, Previous <- Chapter 10 ->Next

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature (rating may change)

Tags: Canon-typical violence, Cannibalism, Reader is a cannibal, Fake/pretend relationship, Puns, Raccoon Reader, Tags may change, Swearing

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In a bid to appear more approachable to the denizens of the Hazbin Hotel, Alastor enlists the help of his favorite butcher to step into the roll of an (after)lifetime: pretending to be his paramour!

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“You can't deny we have so much in common,” Alastor's grinned, his smile somehow, impossibly, widening even farther as he leaned down on the counter on a single elbow; his nose nearly touching yours as you stood frozen in place. “I'm somewhat of a Butcher myself, you know.”

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A story where one thing is certain: the steaks are never bigger than when love is on the line.

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Continue reading below, or follow the link to A03!

The days following the garden party were laced with uncertainty, not knowing when you might see Alastor again or what he might ask of you next.  He didn't seem like the brutish sort that would force more… intimate affections onto someone, but the powerlessness of your situation often sent your mind spiraling off to imagine the worst possible scenarios you could potentially be subjected to.  

Dorcas, sweet thing that she was, took it upon herself to become increasingly offended on your behalf with every day that passed without word from the Radio Demon.  

“Who does he think he is,” she sniffed irritably as she scrubbed at a particularly stubborn blood stain with a wire brush.  “Acting like a genuine suitor and then just up and disappearing on you like a puff of smoke.”

“Likely he thinks himself to be an Overlord,” you reminded her firmly, aware that some of the people in line spent more time gossiping than breathing.  

“Well, yeah.  But that's no excuse to ignore good etiquette!”

“I think it's an excuse to do pretty much whatever he wants, actually.”

“I still think it's rude,” Dorcas huffed, throwing her brush into the cleaning bucket in frustration.  

You hummed noncommittally, trying to ignore how your heart raced every time the bell above the door rang, and how disappointed you were when it never heralded the arrival you were so anxiously anticipating.

It never ceased to amaze you how, with a job that routinely had you scooping out brains like ice cream, the worst task of your day was somehow always mopping.  

Repeatedly hauling and dumping around the huge pail of water was utterly exhausting, and eventually your arms got so shaky you'd end up spilling a full bucket or two all over the front of your dress.  

Mopping today had been especially excruciating since you'd exhausted yourself breaking down a huge delivery of loan sharks killed during an especially bloody turf war the night before.  Your biceps, predictably, quaked as you lifted the bucket of pink-tinged waste water up to the edge of the sink; sloshing a generous amount onto your already sodden shoes.  

“Dagnabbit!” You swore, cringing as your foot squelched unpleasantly inside your boot.  

“Here,” a deep voice sounded from over your shoulder.  “Lemme help ya’ with that.”

And the next thing you knew, the bucket was effortlessly lifted from your hands and poured into the sink in one swift motion.  You turned to face the helpful stranger and were utterly shocked at how far back you had to tilt your head to meet his eyes.

The man in front of you was positively gargantuan, just about as broad as he was tall; and easily the largest man you'd seen alive and kicking since you tumbled through the gates of Hell.  

“Oh, uh-,” you stammer inelegantly, still trying to process the grandiose scale of your unexpected assistant.  “Thank you for your help, mister-?”

“Harlan,” the wall of a man replied, slipping the worn flat-cap from atop of his head, wringing it between his meaty hands bashfully.  “It's a pleasure to be makin’ your acquaintance, miss.”

He was staring at you so unabashedly that it set your nerves on edge, wondering what fascinated him so.

“Do I- is there something on my face?” You ask, patting at the soft fur on your cheek self-consciously.  

“Oh, no- it's nothin’ like that,” Harlan stammered, scratching at the back of his neck.  “I'm just wonderin’ how I've managed to not cross paths with ya’ before now.”

“Hell's a big place.  I'm sure you've seen me around town before.”

“I would have remembered if I did, I can promise ya’ that,” Harlan admitted, pinning you in place with another intense stare.  Your tail twitched, providing a sudden reminder that you had a couple of additional attributes that made you stick out like a sore thumb amongst the more uniform population of Cannibal Town.  

It wasn't the first time your animal characteristics had given someone pause, but it had been so long since that last time it happened that it threw you off balance for a moment.  

“So, what brings you in today, Harlan?” You inquire, wringing out your apron over the sink in an effort to appear more like a professional woman and less like a drowned rat caught in a pool filter.  

“Bread.”

“I'm…afraid we don't sell bread.  This is a butcher shop,” you reply slowly, confused as to how anyone could possibly mistake the two businesses.  

“Right!  Of course.  I- I mean, I know that,” Harlan said, words tumbling from his mouth in an uncoordinated heap.  “What I mean is that I'm here to pick up some bone meal.  For the bakery.  So they can make bread.  Because that's their job.  Baking, I mean.” 

“Oh!” You proclaimed loudly, dropping your apron and gesturing that he follow you back to the storage room.  “Yes, of course!  I'm so sorry for the confusion, but you aren't the usual guy they send for pick-up.”

“He got a promotion,” Harlan explained, turning sideways so his shoulders could clear the doorframe.  “So they're shufflin’ folks around to cover all the work he used to do.”

“Isn't that always how it goes?” You laugh dryly, winding your way through the cluttered aisles.  “Make everyone else pick up the slack so the boss doesn't have to hire anyone new.”

“I can't say that I mind so much.  I'm findin’ my new duty mighty agreeable.”

“Well that's good.  But let's see if that positivity holds out once you see what you have to carry out of here,” you cringe apologetically, patting the side of a towering pile of heavy flour sacks.  “We processed an entire gang of snakes last week- they're very bony, you know.  Anyway, your predecessor left a hand cart in the corner.  It'll probably take a couple of trips to-”

Your instructional lecture was interrupted by Harlan squatting down in front of the pile, wrapping his arms around the stack on either side, before standing up again.  With only a small grunt to indicate he was exerting any sort of effort, Harlan split the load in half and hefted the heavy bone meal sacks up high onto each shoulder.

“-or you can grab all of it at once,” you amend breathlessly, hypnotized by the sight of Harlan's biceps bulging against the fabric of his shirt sleeves.  

In the back of your mind you make a note to get the name of his tailor; deeply impressed by the herculean strength of his seams.   

Tag List:

@wendds, @matpatsstuff, @qardasngan, @polytheatrix,

@sirens-and-moonflowers, @venusdandy

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

do you have any headcannons about virgil having fantasy pots that haven’t made their way into the story? i have multiple friends with pots and am right on the edge for it myself so it’s one of my favorite things about laoft

Virgil global warming complaints arent purely comedic

in the 2020s he's unceremoniously woken up it, the average highest temperature in a given summer hasnt gotten that much higher, but where he used to ha a bad day or two every summer, now he has bad multiple weeks in a row

Virgil does sweat, but his sweat is much colder than a humans and is basically his bodies built 'dunk in a tub of cold water' BUT he also loses water a lot faster

problem - virgil is extremely averse to drinking water for sensory reasons. best bet is if its just-on-the-edge-of-frozen cold. its also why he likes ice cream/milkshakes/slushies so much (that and the cream and sugar obvi)

So much of virgil and logan fae-to-fae brain is like [spiderman point] dehydrated

chronically so, the group chat has many daily @ to virgil to drink water

unfortunately that means bell found out and now terrorizes him with pails of water from different springs trying to find one he likes because she's got chronic big sister brain

[angesaurus]

If you think the beach with 2 kids is a process, try going with 2 boomers who think the more you bring the more successful the trip is 😅 I promise my kids don’t need an entire bag of toys, they need a pail, shovel, and snacks, with ice cream being a treat you can take away for bad behavior.

[hufflepuffimagines]

I Don’t Know Who I Am (Conrad Fisher x Reader)

Pairing: conrad fisher x reader

Genre: fluff, hurt and comfort

Warnings: depression, sadness, anxiety

(gif isn’t mine)

You were in a room in the Fisher’s house, you were Susannah goddaughter, she always knew how hard your family is on you, so since you were a little kid, she convinced your mother to let you spend the summer with her and the boys. It was your favorite time of the year, it was the time were you could be who you were and don’t be afraid of you. No doubts the older Fisher boy, Conrad, fell in love with you and his feelings were mutual to yours, last summer you started dating. It was the best, you were feeling your greatest, everything was right until it wasn’t dealing with your mother became impossible, some girls on school started bullying you, at first you didn’t believed them, you were sure that it wasn’t truth. Until anxiety kicked in and you started overthinking, maybe it was true no one really loved you, maybe you were a burden to everyone, you’re not special and with this thoughts you started to close yourself, stopped smiling and everything lost its colors.

You were standing in front of the mirror that were in the corner of the room, looking to the tired version of you, the girl with dark circles around your eyes that used to be so bright, pail as if your skin never saw the sun and a sad look in your face. You don't recognize the person in the mirror, this doesn’t feel like the version of you that you used to known. You were about to cry when your boyfriend entered the room.

“Hey, Jere wants to get some ice cream, do you…” He stopped looking at you. “What’s wrong, babe?” He asked getting closer to you.

“I don’t know who I am.” You mumbled while sitting in your bed.

“What?” Conrad set besides you.

“When I look at myself, I don’t know who it is, who I’m dealing with, what is this thing that sure as hell isn’t me.” You started tearing up and Conrad pull you closer to him and hugged you.

“Well, I know who you are.”

“You know?” You asked confused.

“Oh, yeah, I know I know that you are a generous and loving woman, who will notice before anyone else that someone is wrong and will be the first to get up to offer help, you like to read books and you love make friendship bracelets, you like old men who play rock music. You had your heart broken by people who didn't even deserve to hold it in their hands, you are a mirrorball that reflects the light to all corners even though it is broken. You have so many facets and they don't all fit together, but you're young and they don't need to fit right now. You are like that. One day, in a while, the pieces will align and you will find your people, and maybe they will also leave your life, but new ones will come, because life is an endless cycle. A puzzle never assembles quickly enough. But the time for it to be assembled will come. Your time will come, okay?” He said calmly.

“I noticed the Taylor Swift reference.” Conrad laughed cleaning your tears.

“You have a golden heart, baby, you might not know who you are, but this is a temporary feeling.”

“I love you.

“Love you too”

This was a 100% my way to vent, damn, I'd like this Conrad in my life...

[too-hot-to-hoot]

You've decided to visit the magical ice cream shop down the street. Which flavor do you pick?

Eye of the Desert: Sparkling golden ice cream with the texture of fine powdery sand, served in a beautifully filagreed silver tureen studded with emeralds. If you look closely, you can see swirls of "sand" rising above the sunlit dunes. It tastes mildly sweet and slightly pepper with an undertone of exotic flowers and fresh fruit. At the bottom of the bowl is a single azure stone the color of a cloudless sky. Every time you ask it a simple yes or no question, it flickers: bright gold for yes, black for no, white/gray for unsure. It is never wrong. After the sun sets, it crumbles to dust.

Sweet Schadenfreude. Fluffy vanilla bean ice cream as soft as a cloud, served in a fine crystal bowl in the shape of a heart. The ice cream is drizzled with dark, decadent honey in which tiny red crystals are suspended. The vanilla tastes normal, but the honey is FIREY HOT. Like, ghost pepper hot. It's almost painful to eat (depending on your spice tolerance) even with the ice cream, but if you finish it, you may whisper the name of the person you hate the most into the empty crystal. They will be stung by a swarm of magical crystal bees.

Flowers' Friend. Served in a small wooden pail, the ice cream on top is bright green, smells and tastes like dandelion heads, and makes birdlike chirps every time you scoop up a spoonful. The bottom is spongey browny bites that feel like sunwarmed earth. Little candy flowers are sprinkled on top, and they turn their heads in the direction of the sun. After you've finished eating, a hedgehog follows you around all day, giving you little gifts from the forest like acorns and mushrooms.

Snow Moon. Served in a glossy black cup made from volcanic glass, the ice cream is deathly cold, so cold you shiver just being near it. Its texture is slippery and flows like mercury, but the ice cream itself is oddly heavy, as if you could feel the immense weight of a black hole on the tip of your spoon. It's so shiny and reflective it would almost be blinding in full sun, but even in the darkness it glimmers coldly like the light of distant stars. It tastes like blackberries in milk. Eating it grants you the ability to travel through mirrors for the next 24 hours.

The Artist's Delight. This ice cream is served in an antique china tea cup. Written on the side is the signature of your favorite arist or writer. The pink, violet, and turquose ice cream is buttery soft with a matte finish, making it look more like paint pigments than food. It has the pattern of a butterfly's wing that always maintains its crisp black outlines no matter how much you eat. It tastes like rosewater or dark chocolate and orange rind, depending on your mood. If you eat it, the next time you sit down to create, a butterfly will whisper in your ear, giving you the most amazing and fantastical ideas for art and stories you've ever heard.

The Dark Embrace. This ice cream is served out of the brainpan of an edible human skull made out of dark chocolate and dusted with a a strange, silvery pigment. The ice cream is blood red and viscous but carries a surprisingly pleasant warm, spicy-sweet scent. It tastes like raspberry cheesecake, and you can see dark, sinister shapes cavorting about in the dripping red confection, like misshapen skeletons and dancing devils with black wings. if you listen closely you can almost hear an eerie melody playing...

What does it do? You'll just have to eat and find out!

[tr-mha-fan]

✨When you're on your period✨

Characters: Izuku; Bakugou; Kirishima; Todoroki; Iida; Denki

(Slight TW in Denki's part: mention of s*x, feel free to read his part because that line will be italicized, or you can just skip it)

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Brocco Boi:

- He see's you in pain, so he asks what's wrong

- You, knowing that he's an innocent smol bean, decided to tell him it's nothing

- He saw that you were in bad bad pain, so he kept on asking, so you gave him a clue

- "It happens every month, I'm used to it"

- It takes him a minute, but he understands

- Asks if you need anything, gets you everything you asked for and stuff you didn't even ask for

- Cuddles

- Deals with your mood swings in the nicest manner possible

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Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamite:

- Notices you taking pain relief meds earlier

- See's you cursing about how "the Ibuprofen (or whatever they use in Japan) is taking way too damn long! It hurts!"

- Asks: "What's wrong with you, you damn moron?!"

- You, because of hormonal changes and quick anger, snap

"I'M ON MY PERIOD YOU IDIOT! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

-  He just shrugs and walks out of the common room

- You decide to go take a nap in your dorm room, in hopes the pain will subside

- When you wake up, an hour or two later, you find a bag beside your bed

- Inside it were different pain relief meds, snacks, a heating pad, and a note that read: 

"Take these meds later. There's a tub of f/f ice cream in your mini fridge" (Just pretend you have mini fridge in your dorm room if you don't already. F/f  = favorite flavor)

- The note wasn't signed, but you knew who it was from ; )

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Angel (Kirishima, but I think you already know that):

- First person to notice you acting weirdly 

- Asks if you're okay

- You tell him you're fine but then you get a sudden cramp

- He see's you hug your lower abdomen, he figures it out immediately

- Asks you what you need, rushes to the nearest convenience store to get you stuff, even though you told him it wasn't necessary

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'Cuz you're hot then you're cold:

- Is inncoent

- Totally oblivious

- He asks if you're sick after seeing you writhe in pain

- You tell him you're on your period

"What's a period?"

- You explain it to him

- He still doesn't get it

- It takes him a while, then he finally understands

- Offers cuddles

- You both end up falling asleep in your bed

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Sonic 2.0:

- Since he reads a lot, he knows what a period is

- When he notices you complaining to the other girls about how your period hurts so bad, he gets you a heating pad

- He lays you down in bed

- He doesn't let you eat sweets so your hormones don't mess up even more, causing greater pain and heavier bleeding

- You were gonna protest, but you thought he had a point

- He reads you your favorite book

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ElectroBoy:

- Already knows you're on your period because you told him so he doesn't annoy you

- He makes jokes about you bleeding from your y'know what

- He whines about not being able to have s*x, even though you've never even done it before

- Gets two pails of ice cream

- You watch a movie in his room

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That's it for this one! Thanks for reading!

(None of the characters belong to me, they all belong to Kohei Horikoshi)

[omn1sc1entsunset]

Opinions + text cause it’s fun to write.

chart by @cellclothism

star flag and floaty get along pretty well, it was the one that called the hospital for him.

Dm and creamsicle float used to be pretty good friends until the whole incident plus getting murdered by her. since then, he’s kept his distance

he thinks stopwatch and handkerchief are pretty cool, yet it notices how distant they are, so he does the same for the most part, he gets it.

He HATES cheeseball with its guts. It just can’t stand their personality, yet he sees itself in him, so there’s at least a bit of respect for them.

him and ice cream tub have been close since they were 14 and are basically best friends for life. He can’t imagine life without her.

I also added Ice Cream Pail even tho she just joined. Floaty introduced her to all of them and she’s pretty with all of them. Her especially has a liking for dm since they are similar in terms of personality. If she knew what dm did to both star flag and creamsicle float, well, things aren’t going to be pretty, floaty spared her the details.

[adachimoe]

Yukiko's "Yasogami Highschool Visualnet - H" Profile (and Kanji and Naoto's)

The Persona Club P4 book includes sections dedicated to each party member, and one of the things all of them have is a Yasogami High Facebook-esque page called the "Visualnet" with their profile, friends list, communities they've joined, etc. "Yasogami Highschool Visualnet - H" is definitely a "Someone wanted the initials to be YHVH" acronym.

To recap what the Persona Club P4 book is, it's a book made for fans by Atlus that was released back in 2009. It showcases fanart that was sent to Atlus, and provides additional character info and world building info. There is also an interview in the back of the book with Katsura Hashino about the development of the game.

I am god awful at reading handwritten Japanese, and every single character profile is written in a different Japanese font that's stylized after handwriting. I assume it's to emulate what kind of handwriting the characters would have, but... urk...

Yukiko's YHVH

Profile

Amagi Yukiko

Message: Hello! Chie invited me here.

Icon: Golden bird

Nicknames: Yukiko, Lady of the House (Ugh...)

Sex: F

Birthday: December 8, 1994

Zodiac: A heart-piercing Sagittarius. Be struck by my arrow.

Height: 164cm. Ah, the folded part of my kimono... (sweatdrop)

Weight: Secret

Blood Type: I'm a Type O who really puts the "O" in O-bvious. Betcha didn't expect that!

Celebrity Lookalike: Ami Koshimizu

Favorite Food: Japanese food! Don't call me old.

Favorite Things: Dogs. One day when I was a child, I had a fateful encounter on the Samegawa... (rest omitted)

Dislike: I don't particularly dislike anything, but... dirty talk is a bit... Uhm...

Special Skills: I'm quite confident in my kimono dressing and table manners

Brief Comment: Nice to meet you!

My YHVH (Friends)

Protagonist

Chie

Teddie

Kanji

Naoto

Ko

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Clubs

Japanese Clothing Lovers! - 6 members

The "Go Home" Club - 15 members

Showa Era Music Fans - 3 people

Let's go see the dam! - 7 people

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Messages

From Yosuke: "Let me get in the onsen again!"

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The bit about Yukiko's blood type joke is "the 'oo' in 'oozappa'"; with oozappa meaning like... roughly, generally, broadly speaking, etc. For the sake of my last remaining brain cells that haven't been Adachipilled yet, and also because I am uncreative as fuck, I just used a different word instead of trying to translate oozappa into English with a word that starts with a O lmao. The Ami Koshimizu mention is cause that's Yukiko's Japanese voice actress. All of the Investigation Team have their JP voice actors as their Celebrity Lookalikes. Also, I have no idea what the dam thing is about lol. Is there a dam if you follow the Samegawa?

Kanji and Naoto's Profiles

I've learned that Kanji and Naoto's profiles were translated back in 2009. Behold, Naoto being a member of the Linux club at school lol. The only thing I have to add-on to these existing translations is that:

Naoto's DM is from Rise, asking to go to get a "bucket parfait" - those comically large ice cream and fruit parfaits you might have seen photos of before. (I don't think they always come served in a pail / bucket, though they certainly can lol.) Not sure if Naoto secretly likes sweets (she did save the Christmas Cake...) or if Naoto gets bullied into going to this stuff by Rise all the time.

Can confirm from the Japanese version of the game that this translator's speculation about Kanji searching for the rare submarine is accurate. Kanji's Ototo and Homerun Bars are something I've written about on this blog before too.

When the mood strikes, I'll do more of these. (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

[enchantedchocolatebars]

A Spoonful Of Sugar (This fic is canon divergent)

Caleb enters his bedroom with a metal pail filled with water and a rag floating inside.

His mother was sitting on a small wooden stool, taking care of a sick Philip in bed.

Patience was doing everything she could to bring down her youngest son's viral fever.

"Here's the water you requested," Caleb informed Patience, putting the bucket down beside her.

Thanking her oldest, she reached inside for the wet rag and started wringing the water out.

After that, she folded the cloth before placing it on top of Philip's forehead.

This would help cool down his skin and temperature a bit, thus providing him with some relief from his fever.

"Mother, is Philip going to be okay?" Caleb asked in a timid voice, gazing at his mother with troubled eyes.

The small blonde was extremely worried about his baby brother.

He wanted him to recover from his sickness.

Caleb received a small nod from Patience followed by a soft smile. "He will. I'll make certain of it," She assured him as the blonde smiled hopefully at her before leaving.

Patience returns her attention to Philip.

"Philip, would you be willing to sit up for me? I have something I want you to take."

Despite his discomfort, Philip managed to sit up and saw his mother bring a tablespoon of black syrup to his lips.

"Open wide," She gently instructed.

After taking a small sniff of the strange, syrupy liquid, Philip immediately wanted to gag.

It smelt awful!

The fact that the liquid didn't look appetizing to have inside his mouth didn't help either.

Philip shook his head.

"Mm-mm!" The brunette uttered in a pouty voice, crossing his arms defiantly.

"Now Philip," Patience began, a hint of sternness in her sweet voice, "Your sickness requires the help of this medicine. My mother would always give it to me whenever I was ill."

"But mother," Philip complained in a whiny voice, "I don't want it! It looks and smells icky."

He wasn't entirely wrong, Patience thought.

Taking medicine as a child was not a pleasant experience for her either.

The scent and taste were not enjoyable.

"How about this? I'll make sure to bring you something sweet to soothe the bitter taste of your medicine if you take it," Patience promised with a smile. "How does that sound?"

For a moment, Philip contemplated the offer.

On a day like today, something sweet seemed promising.

"Okay then." He nods in agreement, opening his mouth as Patience inserts the spoon inside.

While taking out the spoon, Patience notices that Philip is still holding the medicine in his mouth and looks as though he wants to spit it out badly.

"I understand it's unpleasant, Philip, but please swallow it all," Patience advised.

After swallowing the medicine with a silent sigh, Philip immediately makes a face.

"Blech!" He said, sticking his tongue out.

"Thank you." Patience smiled as she stood up from her stool and walked to the door. "I'll be right back."

...

Patience had a hot cup of tea in her hand when she returned to the room, taking a seat back on her stool.

She begins to blow on some of the steam that is coming from the cup before giving it to Philip.

"Here, Philip, I added a spoonful of sugar to your tea. That should make the medicine go down," she stated as Philip took the cup to his lips and started to gulp down the tea.

"Little sips, Philip," Patience advised as Philip began to take his time sipping the warm liquid.

He lowered the cup. "Thank you, Mother!" He beamed, taking another sip of the warm drink.

He was happy to get rid of the unpleasant medicine taste.

"I love this tea! It's so sweet!"

"I know that you have an affinity for sugar," she giggled.

He obtains it from her. "When you've recovered, would you be interested in dessert?"

Philip's blue eyes lit up as he quickly nodded to the idea.

"YES, I WOULD! I WANT APPLE PIE! 🍎 🥧"

"Very well then."

"WITH ROSEWATER ICE CREAM!"

Patience playfully sighed at her son's second request, still smiling at him. "You and your sweet tooth... Fine. Apple pie and rosewater ice cream once you're well."

"Can you, me, and Caleb make the pie and ice cream together?"

"Of course."

As he brought the cup of tea to his lips for the second time, Philip smiled back at his mother.

[copiousloverofcopia]

The Papas are solo-parenting for the day: what activities do they set up to try and keep their kids out of a trouble?

Primo has them work on in the garden obviously. He gets them little packs of seeds, shovels, and pails and course has set up a small reserved patch of Earth for them to work. He adores watching them as he recounts tales of his first time gardening. "Oh my piccolo, you are doing such a good job."

Secondo enjoys playing games with them, but not the types of games you may think. His favorite is to teach his children how to play chess. He loves teaching them strategy and how to think several steps ahead. He considers this to be an honored tradition that he also shared with his mother. "Ah, but the Queen is the most powerful...just ask your mother."

Terzo has set up a mini village for them. They have a make believe ice cream parlor, a tiny pretend salon, a vets office, and even a little grocery store. They take turns make-believing that they're grown ups, as Terzo accommodates whatever scenario they've come up with, in all of these little places. Though his favorite is to watch them groom the ghouls in the "vet's office" and get his nails painted in the pretend salon. "Mena I think Omega is so sick, maybe a shot is needed, sí?"

Copia's favorite activity is to read with them. He loves sharing his affinity for books especially ones he himself clung to as a child. Though the kids prefer Corduroy and Stuart Little. He will often take turns doing all the characters voices as he goes, the children insisting on him reading over if he forgets to do so. "Vinny we have already reread that part four times, I promise that is the voice I did last time."