#they're making fruit pies together :)

[mintjuliee]

Please draw more kataang they're so cute! 🥰

You draw them so well, I love it <333

Let's fast forward a bit from that last sketch...

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Silly creep things to try and cheer you up a little bit

LJ will juggle various items at random times, and he often does so quietly, waiting until people notice. They'll be eating breakfast and Jack is just at the end of the table juggling various fruits quietly and intensely, waiting for everyone to notice. It's become such a regular activity that they don't even question it anymore, but those who notice first often have a hard time controlling their laughter. Slender has put limitations on his juggling after he caught Jack juggling several of his very expensive vases one day, although none of the vases were damaged.

Toby is committed to trying to lick the tip of his nose and his elbow with his tongue, but he has so far been unsuccessful. That is also a common thing to see in the mansion, Toby sitting by himself, eyes in full concentration, working overtime to try and succeed in either licking the tip of his nose or his elbow. Tim always ends up having to tell him to stop because he's worried Toby's gonna somehow strain himself, especially when he starts trying to contort his arm to get his elbow closer.

BEN has started being an absolute nuisance to Jeff whenever Jeff is annoying him or picking on him, and Jeff is finally starting to learn his lesson. Jeff with say something to pick on BEN, and BEN will retort back with something worse and then take off running. Jeff, of course, will chase after him, but what BEN has started doing is last minute shifting into his ghost form and slamming a door through his body so Jeff runs face first into the door. BEN has pulled this off a whopping 10 times, and Jeff is now finally realizing that maybe he should not chase after BEN like that. There are various recordings of this happening floating amongst the residents, much to Jeff's chagrin.

Slender is in full baking mode, as he is every fall, and this year he has kicked it up a notch to a point where everyone is getting a little concerned. He uses baking as stress relief, and as he's been particularly stressed lately, he has made, in the last couple of weeks, seven pies, five cakes, and four trays of cupcakes. Despite how many people are in the mansion, Slender makes quite large desserts to combat that so normally everyone can have some, but he's made such a ridiculous amount that they're having a hard time eating through it. They can't get him to stop. He's trying new holiday recipes. He's in the kitchen right now. He's whisking away. He's going to fill the house with desserts and nothing can stop him.

Liu has very recently gotten very into board games, all thanks to BEN for showing him a couple he thought Liu would like. This is good because it's a nice group hobby, and he can teach everyone all of the games and it's a good way to spend time together. The problem is that he's so into them that he wants to play board games all the time. He keeps buying new ones and upon getting home will immediately follow people around politely asking (begging) them to play with him. He will leave the board games out and set them up as a silent sign of trying to get people to ask him if they can play. He can't stop pouting at everyone when nobody wants to play. Jeff is forced into playing the board games the most because he's his brother, and so now Jeff is trying to constantly drag people into it. They enjoy playing the games with Liu, they really do. They just also like being able to sleep and do other things. Liu can't relate. Everyone silently blames BEN for creating this monster but BEN doesn't care and is happy to have someone else around interested in board games.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Rodeo Romeo

Cowboy!Eddie Munson x Reader (18+)

I've missed this lovable cowboy, so I thought it was about time to bring him back! This fic exists within the Hey Cowboy! universe, but you don't really need to read it to follow on.

and yes I borrowed the title from a Steps song but shhhhh

Word Count:2,410

Eddie Munson Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Wiping the sweat from his sun-bronzed and freckled skin, Eddie sets his hat on the hook in the hallway as he steps into his quaint little country house, leaving his sand-dusted work boots on the porch.

Immediately he’s hit with the warm and all too inviting scent of warm spices and sweet vanilla floating out from the kitchen. No doubt that you were up to your usual tricks. As this season’s county fair drew nearer and nearer, every evening as Eddie came home, he found himself being greeted by the scent of your latest culinary creations.

Stepping into the kitchen he can’t help but smile to himself as he sees the gentle sway of your hips in time with the soft country music filtering through the radio. His tired eyes were treated to seeing you in that perfect little gingham sundress with the strings of your apron tied in a neat little bow around your waist. You looked every inch of his guiltiest fantasies come to life.

“Something in here smells good, Darlin’, what you cookin’ up this time?” he says, kissing your cheek as he comes up behind you with his arms winding around your waist. You arch your neck into his affections at the while keeping your attention focused on stirring the slowly simmering pot of fruit on the stove top.

‘Just a little pumpkin pie is all, Teddie.” you nod towards the pie that was cooling on your kitchen’s counter top. 

“Don’t mind if I do!” he giggles as he reaches forward, fork in hand, towards the pumpkin pie.

Quickly you slap his hand away before he can take a piece.

“I mind if you do, actually.” you gently admonish him. “These pies aren’t for you to be eating, they’re for my stall at the county fair.”

“C’mon, you know your pumpkin pie is my favourite” he whines childishly, pouting at you with those big brown eyes.

“Everything I make is your favourite, Edward.” you laugh with a soft shake of your head.

“You're killing me here, Sweets. There's gotta be something here that needs my fine-tuned taste-testing abilities.” 

“Actually, there is.” You say as you turn down the stove top to a gentle bubble. “Try this and tell me what you think.” 

You hand him over a little shortbread cookie in the shape of a horseshoe. 

He wastes no time in taking it off your hands and taking a bite of it.

‘Mm that's delicious, Darlin’. What is it?” He mumbles around a mouthful of the cookie.

“I wanted to try making something different. They're maple butter shortbread cookies. I was thinking about selling them at the county fair too, but I wanted to get a certain cowboys stamp of approval first.”

As he reaches out for another cookie to stuff in his face he offers you one of his trademark boyish smiles.

“Rest assured, Sweets, these little cookies more than pass the Munson taste test.” he chuckles.

“Good, I’m glad” you smile back, rising up on your tiptoes to kiss his flushed cheek. “You ready for your show? It’s gonna be here before you know it.”

“Yeah the horses seem to be following me and Bandit along well-enough, should go pretty smoothly. 

A far cry from the wild, and oftentimes dangerous competition cowboy that Eddie used to be, now he uses his well-honed skills to do display shows, showing off his ranch-hand skills, and doing the occasional lasso trick or two to impress the kids.

“Don’t you miss the competitions though?” you asked as you looked up at him. Truth be told, you don’t miss it one bit. You don’t miss the way that he used to carefully traipse through the house after a rodeo competition, with a pained grin and set of blossoming purple bruises after being thrown from the saddle. And you for sure do not miss the way you would have to help patch him back together before he went back out into that dangerously competitive world.

“Nah, I hung up my spurs a long time ago, I can’t be bronc riding at my age anymore.” he scoffs with a dismissive laugh. “I’m happy with my life exactly the way it is. Wouldn’t change a damn thing.” he smiles at you once more, all charm and southern comfort as he lays one more kiss to your forehead. 

“Thank you very much, you guys enjoy the rest of your day now, okay!” you cheer as you collect the cash and see off the last group of satisfied customers for the day.

Your pies were selling extremely well, with long lines of customers all day coming to your stall to try everything you had to offer. Even the maple butter shortbread cookies had flown off the table, you were definitely going to have to add them to the menu once you were back at the bakery. 

Catching a brief moment of peace, where the crowds didn’t seem to be so busy, you keep yourself occupied by re-organizing the produce on the table in front of you. As you put out the final few slices of cherry rhubarb pie, the warm evening’s sun that had previously been gloriously shining down on your stall disappears, and it isn’t until you look up that you see what was blocking the light.

“Don’t suppose a pretty lady such as yourself has got anything sweet left for a hungry cowboy like me?” Eddie grins from underneath the tilted brim of his black cowboy hat. 

“Teddie!!” you grin, leaning over the table of your stall to kiss his cheek, warmth blooming in your heart as you feel him smile under your affections.

“I might have a slice or two left, I can box it up for you and we can take it home with us for later.”

“Sounds good to me, Sweets.” he grins. “So how’s business been?”

“It went really well, I practically got cleaned up, like there’s literally only a few slices left.” you beam.

“That’s my girl! I’m so proud of you, Sweets.” 

“I think we’re about done here now, so let me pack everything up, and we can head home for the day.” 

“Here,” he says, moving around to come behind the stall. “Let me help you. Many hands make light work, isn’t that what people say?”

It’s late into the evening as you pull up to the house, Eddie’s pick-up truck rumbling to a stop outside the house. The horses are back in their stables and now it was just the pair of you sitting together watching the slowly setting sun. The sky blending into hazy oranges and soft purples as golden sun dips behind the clouds. 

You lean your head against Eddie’s shoulder, the familiar and welcoming scent of leather, pine and lingering smokey tobacco invade your senses. Other people may have wrinkled their nose in disgust, but those scents are all what you cherished near and dear because it all reminded you of your Eddie.

“How about we head inside, Sweets?” he says, his southern drawl coming out in his voice.

“Not yet. Just a few moments longer, I'm enjoying being here with you.” you say softly as you begin to make your way over to where Eddie is sitting in the driver's seat. Swinging a leg across his lap so that each of your softer thighs cradle his, the skirt of your dress inching up as you do.

The coarse denim of his jeans is a stark contrast to the soft plush skin of your thighs as you settle yourself comfortably in his lap. His roughened, work-hardened hands inch their way underneath the skirt of your dress, his thumb absent-mindedly rubbing tenderly on the soft skin underneath the bunched up fabric.

“You wearin’ this pretty dress just to impress me, darlin’?” he drawls, leaning close, his lips brushing against your skin as he targets his kisses into the crook of your neck. “You always look so fuckin’ pretty, Sweets, driving me crazy all the time.”

You almost shy away into his neck to hide from his affections as a giddy flush creeps across your features

“Hey hey, let me see you Darlin’, wanna see those pretty eyes.” he says softly, tilting your chin with his fingers, his thumb ever so slightly catching on your bottom lip. “Let me make you feel good, Sweets.”

With a nod of your head and a breathy whisper of ‘yes please’ falling from your lips, Eddie’s hands begin their descent underneath the rucked up skirt of your dress. His skilled fingers pull the delicate white lace of your panties to the side, and as his warm chocolate eyes meet yours once more, he slips one of his thick fingers inside you, warming you up with his touch. Your hands fist the the soft material of his shirt, the red and black fabric held between your fingers to ground you to him as he pleasures you.

“There’s my good girl, always look so fuckin’ pretty don’t’cha, Sweets?” he praises, as he pulls little gasps from you with every precise movement of his fingers.

He’s edging you closer and closer to your high, and as his thumb catches on your clit you begin to reach newer, dizzying heights of pleasure.

“Oh, that’s the spot isn’t it, Sweets? That’s the little button that gets you creamin’ for me, ain’t it?”

You’re teetering on the very edge of pleasure, ready to give it all to him and hope that he’s there to catch you when you fall.

“There you go Sweets, just want you to feel good. Want you to come nice and hard for me, can you do that for me, Sweets?”

As he continues to run quick, tight circles around your clit, you feel yourself clenching down on his thick finger, clinging to him as you ride out your high all whilst spread so invitingly open across his denim-clad lap.

You're still shuddering with the after-shocks of your orgasm, as Eddie pulls you closer to the warmth of his chest, before laying a sweet kiss to the top of your head, a reminder that he’s here with you as long as you need him to be.

“That’s my perfect angel..” his voice softly drawls out, kissing your lips before showering you in praise. “Fuck… I could get used to a view like this…” he says as his hand travels up from its place on your waist to the gentle curve of your breast. His eager fingers toy with the thin straps of your dress, where they had slid down off your shoulders. The last glow of the day’s hazy sunlight illuminates your form from behind, casting you in golden orange warmth.

Being with Eddie brings out a confidence in you that you never really knew existed until he came around. Being with him never failed to have your heart racing, knowing that underneath it all, this rough-and-ready cowboy was your most lovable teddy bear.

Your hands reach down between your closely pressed bodies, down to where his cock is keenly pressing up underneath the constricting fabric of his dark jeans, tenting the material quite invitingly.

“Your turn now, Teddie..” you coo all so fucking innocently, giving him the biggest doe eyes you can as you grind your hips down over his bulge.

“Like I'm ever going to say no to that.” He chuckles, growling into a kiss that gets more heated as his tongue slips between your lips.

Your hands reach down between your bodies as best you can in the less-than roomy space in his truck to fumble with his jeans, your fingers working to pop the button and drag the zipper down. Eddie takes up the other half of the job by raising his hips from the seat just enough to pull his jeans and boxers down. His cock springs free, flushed pink and glistening wet with pearlescent need.

Any other time you wouldn’t hesitate to swirl your tongue around his tip before swallowing down as many inches of him as you could, but right now you needed him inside you, and neither of you could wait a second longer.

You rise up on your knees just enough to reach down and press the head of his cock at your entrance, sinking down slowly inch by inch until your hips are flush with his and the length of him is snuggly fit inside you.

“You’re in charge now, Cowgirl.” he smirks, leaning back in his seat. “Show me how good you can ride.”  

And with that you begin to swivel your hips a few times getting into a rhythm before your throwing your hips up and down, letting his cock drag against every delicate ridge of your wet, pulsing cunt.

His hands splay on the curve of your hips as you ride him, although the darkening glare of his chocolate never leaves your chest, the way your tits are practically spilling out of the barely-there lace bra, bouncing with every rise and fall.

“Fuck..that’s my girl..making me feel so fuckin’ good..” his voice comes out in a raspy moan; the way it always does when he’s close.

He revels in seeing you like this, perched up in his lap like taking your pleasure for yourself and taking him along for the ride.

“G-gonna come..Gonna make me come, baby..” he slurs with shaky breaths, as he slots his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss.

You keep fucking yourself down on him reaching your hand down between your closely pressed bodies to rub your clit to edge you closer to your high, but Eddie is all too quick to gently swat your hand away to do it himself. His thick fingers know exactly how to play with your body to make you sing, to have you falling apart under his touch.

A few more well-angled thrusts and eager circles around your clit was all it took before you were falling over the edge of pleasure once more, taking Eddie with you as he canted his hips up into you, spilling rope after rope of his spend inside you.

And as you sit there, tangled in each other’s presence, sharing breaths and swapping kisses, you realise that there is very little else you would rather be.

“Race you inside for round two?” Eddie grins cheekily.

Yeah, this was the cowboy you could see yourself spending the rest of your days with, of that you were certain.

@paybacksawitch @penguinsandpotterheads @mrsjellymunson @usergeta @eddiesxangel @onegirlmanytales @aphrogeneias

[archive-of-alexandria]

Mind Your Manners (Sanji X Reader)

A/N: ITS KINKTOBER! I have it in my head that head-over-heels, perverted Sanji would absolutely give the Reader snacks or food that are just a little bit too messy as an excuse to watch them clean up after themself and I just had to write it out. Kinda feels yandere? Smutty Food Play, because I haven't seen enough kinky Sanji action on here. xx

Sanji knows better than to play with his food. However, the way you're sitting at the dining table - pretty legs tucked up underneath you and breasts pressed together as you lean on your elbows - makes him think that he may have to make an exception.

Sanji's rule about manners doesn't extend to you, however.

No.

Sanji goes out of his way to ensure that you'll make a mess in his kitchen.

Back during the summer months, the Going Merry had made a pitstop at an island known for their enormous strawberries. Sanji had been eager to try his hand at pastries for a change - tarts, pies, the works - and the gargantuan summertime fruits seemed the perfect challenge.

A challenge the cook didn't anticipate, however, was finding you elbow-deep in the barrel of harvested berries that same evening, caught literally red-handed from the saccharine juices that dripped from your fingertips to the floor with a heavy tap tap tap.

The sight was enough to make his heart nearly stop.

Your eyes had been wide and your flushed cheeks were even wider, stuffed with sweet fruit as juice covered your face and hands...and every bit of you was dripping. Sanji had been unsure of where to look and his eyes darted between your slick fingers, your shy expression, and your perfectly tinted, glossy lips. He had never seen a more heavenly sight.

In his mind, nothing could ever compare...until your tongue ran along the back of your hand in a feeble attempt to clean yourself.

In the darkness of his room, Sanji thought about that tease of a tongue for weeks afterward.

Ever since then, he has taken extra care to make sure that you're given the messiest meals he can make. They're not gross, of course - Sanji is a chef first and a lover second. No, they're not gross. They are delectable. Every hum of enjoyment, every slurp, every squish...Sanji would lie awake in bed and dream of the different foods he wished to cover you in, if only just to watch you lick it up.

You had offered to help him make cinnamon buns one morning - though not without taking a generous helping of frosting on your finger and sucking it clean. "Labor tax", you joked with a wink. The image of your tongue licking the sinful-looking sweetness from your finger, mingled with your contented sigh, was seared into Sanji's brain from that moment forward.

Sanji became obsessed with watching you eat.

Food has always been an extension of Sanji's love for his crew and an expression of devotion. The act of cooking is artistic, and the act of eating is intimate. Hell, the kitchen itself is a lesson in foreplay: the preparation, the getting hands dirty, the building heat, the waiting game...all leading to a very satisfying end.

If only Sanji's cooking prowess had an excuse to leave the kitchen and move into the bedroom.

Sanji has yet to make his cake and eat it too in the ways of romance, though it would seem that you have recently taken a keen interest in his particular set of skills. The cook has noticed an increasing frequency of your kitchen visits, observing the way your eyes seem to latch to his hands and arms as he works. You've grown bolder, assisting him in his preparations and letting your elbows brush up against one another.

Sanji relishes the days you ask for his help and he nestles you between his body and the table, guiding your hands in his much larger ones.

The cook has grown bolder too, sometimes pressing too tightly against your back to allow his front to press up against your firm bottom as he huskily mumbles praises in your ear. He swears, sometimes, he can feel you lean into him.

The kitchen is the way to Sanji's heart, and he hopes that it may be the way into your bed.

And here you were, seated at his table awaiting the meal he had promised to cook for you once the Going Merry restocked at port.

As Sanji wipes down his cooking station, he lets his eyes drink you in without shame. Your breasts are practically falling from your tattered blouse, soft pillows highlighted by the dim candlelight of the galley. You're playing with your fingers, unaware of Sanji's gaze. He smirks.

"Sanji," You sigh, flushing pink as you look up to meet his gaze already set upon you,

"Is it almost ready?"

He chuckles, crossing his arms.

"My sweet girl is hungry, hm?" He muses, tossing his dishrag over his shoulder,

"Just a few more minutes, love."

"Wha-? But-!"

"You can't rush perfection now, can you?"

"Sanji," You whine, wiggling in your seat. His eyes once again meet your chest.

"If I had known it was going to take this long I would have taken up Zoro's offer to go to the pub."

Sanji stiffens.

The chef stands to his full height, a cigarette appearing between his tight-pressed lips as he turns from you to check on the pot simmering on the stove.

You, however, hold your ground.

It's silent.

"I didn't know you and mosshead had plans."

Sanji's voice is low. Much too low, and empty. It unsettles you.

"San-"

"-It's ready."

In a manner much too abrupt for the usually smitten Sanji, a steaming bowl is placed before you with an alarming thud. The spoon rattles in reaction to his aggressive delivery.

The enticing smell of the ramen can't mask the uneasy way Sanji stands perfectly still in front of you, face shrouded in shadow except for the blazing butt of his cigarette.

You're unsure of where to look, splitting your attention between the meal before you and the man hovering above the table. Sanji makes the decision for you.

"You were so hungry just a moment ago," he quips,

"So eat up."

You swallow, heat pooling in your cheeks and between your legs. This was nothing but the "Zoro effect" on Sanji, as you and Nami call it. Gingerly, you take hold of the spoon. Peering into the bowl, the meal looks heavenly - though you're soon aware of the way your hair keeps falling into your eyes, threatening to become part of the soup.

Your hair had grown long during the months at sea, and you had unwillingly lent Usopp your last bauble for slingshot practice. Your frustration doesn't go unnoticed.

“Here, my darling,” Sanji hummed, circling the table until he was behind you, “Let me help.”

At this moment, Sanji feels dangerous.

Your body erupts with heat as the cook looms behind you, your eyes glued to the steaming bowl of soup displayed before you. The galley feels all too warm, and the meal before you begins to feel more like a test - a challenge - rather than a token of whatever unspoken feelings float between you and Sanji.

Without another word, Sanji’s cold fingers glide along your feverish neck, scooping up your hair in their wake. He gives his wrist a well-practiced twist, eliciting a gasp from your lips at the feeling of your hair pulled taught in his grasp. Sanji feels his ego swell, giving your hair a sharp tug. Your head is thrown back as he lowers himself to your ear.

"Go on," His scruff grazes you, and your skin is suddenly on fire.

"Eat."

Heat floods through Sanji as he watches the way your neck moves as you swallow, nodding at his command. He eases up on his grip and observes the timid way you scoop the broth into your mouth.

He catches the way your eyelids flutter closed at the taste of his meal. You liked it. You always liked his food.

Tonight, simply liking wasn't enough.

"Eating so silently? Don't you know it's rude to the chef?"

Sanji's eyes darken as your fingers twitch on the tabletop. So, he muses to himself, you think you would get away that easily?

"Don't you like it?"

"S-Sanji-"

"Don't use your words, pet. Just enjoy."

From above, he watches as the plush peaks of your breasts begin to heave quicker. You allow yourself to fully dive into the meal, this time taking noodles and broth quickly between your lips. For a moment, you seem to forget that Sanji is there. You hum, in something akin to ecstasy - Sanji had made this meal just for you, just the way you liked it.

The obscenely wet squelches of your lips slurping up his creation elicit a deep groan from the chef, fingers tightening their grip on your hair. He can't help but chuckle at the idea of Zoro sitting alone in some corner booth and nursing a drink, all while you're here sucking up and savoring Sanji's affection.

You lift your head, lips puffy from the spice and heat of the meal. Sanji presses himself into your back, as his free thumb comes around and wipes your bottom lip. Your gazes meet, and Sanji brings his thumb to his mouth - tasting remnants of your meal.

A low chuckle escapes his lips.

"What, my love? Finished already?"

You understand his insinuation, whipping your head back to your meal and bringing the ladle back to your mouth.

Eat it all up, love. Made just for you.

In a moment of weakness, Sanji gently pushes your head down.

You gag on the spoon.

Sanji moans.

His hips buck forward, desperate for friction, meeting the soft dip of your arched back. His throbbing cock digs into your back, your buttocks...Unable to compose himself, Sanji begins to rut himself against you – and you don’t protest.

Sanji knows how fowl this display looks, and yet he can’t help himself. He has wanted you - really wanted you - for so long...the idea that Zoro could possibly take you away from him was enough to drive him over the edge.

When Sanji hears your voice rumble from your chest - "nnnugh-! Sanji...!" - he swears by the heavens that he'll do anything to make you his.

His hand moves from your hair and wraps around your throat, slick with the broth that dribbles from your lips. He wishes to lick every part of your sticky, salty skin, gently squeezing your throat as you gasp out his name.

Your head lolls onto his shoulder, hand gripping the table as it shakes under the weight of Sanji's wild bucking.

Sanji is everywhere, mumbling streams of thought between hot kisses along your forehead:

"I fucking love you, you know that? Would Zoro treat you so well?"

"That pretty mouth, always teasing me - you think that's fair?"

"Just wanna fill you up with all of me, darling...Want those gorgeous lips around my cock..."

For all his talk, he fumbles and lurches forward. His hand unceremoniously lands in the bowl, soaking him up to the cuff in warm broth. You're both breathing heavily, the high beginning to wind down. However, you see your moment to gain leverage.

You grab hold of his wrist before he can think, turning your face ever so slightly to meet his.

With a twinkle in your eye, you guide his hand to your lips. Sanji's mind is a fluffy haze, unable to anticipate your next move.

"We don't waste food, right?" You purr.

You take Sanji's fingers into your velvety mouth and he practically sees stars. He has been dreaming of this exact pleasure for months, straining to keep from collapsing on top of you as your tongue swirls between his fingers.

As your cheeks hollow out around his digits, your hooded gaze keeps his in a near mocking way.

So, you had known his game all along.

Sanji's chest heaves against your back, his hot breath fanning across your face with a stutter. His inexperience shows in this moment, numb and capable of doing nothing but watching the expert way your mouth moves around his fingers.

A faint pop of your cheeks accompanies the release, a ghostly string of spit connecting his fingers to your lips. The faint moonlight catches hold of his soaked digits. Sanji inhales sharply.

His hand, frozen in your hold, is easily guided down...

down...

down...

"I've already had my meal," you murmur.

A shiver.

His eager fingers meet your soaking, pulsing warmth.

"It's time you eat yours."

[amenders93]

Welcome to Chicken Island

Sorry for the long wait for another one of my Chicken Run posts, but at least late is better than never. Now that Chicken Run: Dawn of the Nugget has been streaming on Netflix for the last few weeks, I hope my next few posts of this franchise doesn't include too many spoilers for anyone who hasn't seen this wonderful sequel yet.

Anyway let's start at the beginning, when we hear our charming rooster voicing to us the memories of the first film in the form of what seems like a bedtime story. At first you might think he's talking to the audience watching the memories as the story is told. In his exact words, it goes like this:

"There was this farmer, see? And she absolutely hated chickens. Kept them locked up like prisoners. I guess you could say she had a real "axe" to grind. Got herself a machine that turned chickens into pies. But what she didn't plan on was going toe to toe with a certain freedom-fighting chick. She was fierce, fearless, and wanted one thing and one thing only - freedom. She pulled us all together and gave us the wings to fly right out of that hen-hole. She got every chicken out of there. And got rid of that wicked farmer to boot."

But later, after we see the newspaper article about the Tweedy farm explosion, we learn just who Rocky is really telling the story to. And among other things, we also learn a few other things about Rocky and Ginger after their past experiences. Those discoveries make themselves known as soon as Ginger asks the rooster if bedtime stories might be a bit premature at the moment. Rocky retaliates by saying that no one's never too young to learn where they came from. They both happily look at who, or what, Rocky was telling the story to - a precious egg laying in a cozy nest.

Yes, it's true. Rocky and Ginger are not boyfriend and girlfriend anymore. Now our beautiful feathered couple are happily married as husband and wife AND they're expecting a baby 🐓💍🐔. At this point, there's no telling when the egg will hatch but we do know it's going to happen any day now and soon, Rocky and Ginger will also be parents 🥚.

Ginger then heads outside their house with Rocky following right behind her. She tells her husband that their days in the past are over and they've got their happy ending. In fact, they're living in it. Our happily married couple then gaze out into the horizon looking at the tranquil village that all the free chickens have built over the last few years since their daring and risky escape from Tweedy's Farm. Much like a king and queen surveying their kingdom since Ginger is the leading hen and with Rocky as her forever mate now, he is the leading rooster as well.

As we look around the village, we see that all the chickens have built their own comfortable homes, much better compared to the huts they used to live in. Life on the island is good as it can be, especially for a few other chicken friends of ours. Bunty grows all the fruits and vegetables they could eat, much better than the chicken feed they used to eat. Mac's inventions made their lives much easier. Fowler is pretty much enjoying his retirement from being the leading rooster but still likes to talk about his days in the RAF. Babs continues to knit as she always does. As for the other hens, they pretty much do their own thing enjoying their freedom, not having a single worry in the world. Hard to believe that this opening scene in the village took about six months to make.

In fact, their new life is so perfect that Ginger believes that now is time to put the past behind them. Confused, Rocky questions his wife about this and she refers to the one wall in their house covered in pictures and newspaper clippings - most about the legendary explosion at Tweedy's Farm and one about Rocky's escape from the circus along with his old poster. Our couple head back inside looking at that very wall. Rocky indignantly reminds Ginger that these memories are their glory days and it's how they are. Our lovely hen scoffs at this, stating that it's who they were. Holding onto her husband's arm, she reminds him that they went through that dreadful past so their baby doesn't have to.

Rocky thinks about this for a moment. Our handsome rooster then admits to his wife that she's right. He then goes over to the wall and rips off his old circus poster; he would clear the rest of it later. At this point, both husband and wife agree that from now on, their only mission is to keep their baby safe. Our two married chickens gaze lovingly at their precious egg still laying in its nest, wondering when it's going to hatch. Though they won't have to wait much longer 😉.

[lalaithquetzallicaresi]

A Sandman Urban Myth

I was re-reading @arialerendeair's "Hopefully" series (which, if there's anyone who hasn't read it, you all should go do that right now!). I absolutely love it, and afterwards I couldn't get this idea out of my head. Not, I wouldn't call it a continuation of Aria's fic, just an insane idea, a sort-of Urban Myth that might come to be in the future in her verse:

There's a place in the South of London, near the river, called "The New Inn" (though if you ask anyone, it's not new at all. Some claim it's been there for at least a few decades, others, centuries... while there are even those who'll insist the Inn has simply Always been there. The place is managed by a very... peculiar group. They claim to all be family, though very few have any physical similarities among them. And yet, despite it very much being a pub, most regulars claim that they feel as if they were visiting an old friend's home when they're there. An old, well-loved home, the kind they used to only be able to think of when remembering their early childhoods. But that's not all. Aside from the official bartender, there are two people who usually help. One will always make your drink, blind, before you ever ask it of them; the other will make you a drink of them, and even if it's not what you planned on ordering, it will always be what, deep down, you truly wanted. In the kitchen there's a young woman who's not the cook, but claims she loves learning to cook new dishes, usually pies and cakes and pastries, that use fresh fruit and vegetables. Her dishes are never on the menu, but she'll always share them with whoever is around, and her food will make you feel a peace most will insist can only be found in the afterlife. In a corner in the back of the room, away from the fireplace and the windows, there's always a woman seated. She's almost always by herself, drinking cold coffee and saying nothing. But if you're having a bad day (or a bad week, or a bad month!) you can sit with her, and she'll listen to you. She'll give you the chance to vent all your grief, and your pain and your anger. Won't give you any false platitudes, or lies, and won't judge you. And when you're finished, when you're ready to move on, she'll smile at you, just a small smile, barely there at all, and you'll feel relief... It's an old place, so of course things break sometimes, but that's okay. Because there's this huge mountain of a man who's always there when something needs to be fixed... or when someone needs a hug. And this girl who's always running all around the place, giggling and saying all sorts of things, but she never bothers anyone. It's... nice, to see that there's still some delight in the world. Even when things seem so crazy. And then there's the owners. They always sit together in the same table by the fireplace. Always talking among themselves, like they're in their own little world. Until someone approaches them, a child, or a yound student, or an aspiring artist. All sorts of people will aproach them, looking for help of some kind, asking questions, or sometimes just needing a kind word, and they'll always get it. The owners never seem to mind the interrupt, seem to even thrive on talking to others, on listening to their stories, on helping them out. Some say it's like they can almost make dreams come true... No one knows just how long The New Inn has been there, or the people there, some say it's been forever. But well, that's just a myth, right? In any case, I hope they always will be...

So... am I insane or what? Aria, I hope you don't mind this little piece of insanity. I just couldn't help myself. I love your fics so much!!!

P.S. "Hopefully" can be found right here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3178776

[delopsia]

del 🌼🍰🩷🌷💓 (i’ll let you decide if you’d like to include why or any headcanon-y tidbits that pop into your lovely noggin) 💐 but if you had to assign one for each man (hawthorn au rhett & robby)…

hotdog / hamburger 

pancakes / waffles (or a secret third thing, french toast)

onion rings / french fries

milkshake / soda float 

autumn / spring

cake / pie

usually in a hat / almost never in a hat (cowboy or ballcap)

chocolate flavored treat / fruit flavored treat

cats / dogs

most likely to text / most likely to call

(in the event of needing only one vehicle) who’s driving / who’s riding shotgun

big spoon / little spoon

Omg hello 🌷🍓💕

hotdog / hamburger Bobby is absolutely a hotdog kind of guy; he's the primary reason they appear at every Dagger Cookout. He can find Hamburgers near every fast food chain, so when he gets the chance, he'll absolutely go for a hotdog, but that's only if they're pan-fried or off the grill. They've gotta be a little bit charred.

Rhett loves to give him trouble for the amount of toppings he'll put on them, too. It's a remnant from when he was in college; his momma got him one of those indoor grills, and the only thing he could really afford to grill was hotdogs. At some point, he got bored of the flavor and learned to experiment 🌭

Rhett is the hamburger guy; it's just something he's learned to appreciate after a lifetime of raising beef cattle. He's pretty damn good at finding the good stuff, too, and fortunately enough, he's decently handy at operating a grill. It's the one thing he can cook, and he's damn proud of it.

pancakes / waffles (or a secret third thing, french toast) Rhett's heavily on the side of waffles; he likes that they're crispier than pancakes. Sometimes, he'll add chocolate chips or eat 'em plain without syrup; it depends on what he's craving.

Bob though? Die-hard french toast lover. Especially when he can add berries to them. Strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, together or individually. He'll even add some banana every now and then. Momma Floyd used to make them every Saturday morning, and they never fail to take him right back to his childhood.

Until Rhett drives by and steals a bite, at least.

onion rings / french fries A part of me likes to reckon that Rhett was the french fry lover until Bob finally convinced him to give them a second try. Come to find out, not every onion ring tastes like the vile ones he got from that Wabang gas station. Now you've got to beat him back with a broom to keep him from stealing one or three.

milkshake / soda float  Bobby adores his milkshakes, especially if there's a cherry involved 🤍 but he's been known to lean over and steal some of Rhett's beloved rootbeer float every now and again.

autumn / spring Rhett's an autumn soul. It's the prime season of his favorite sport, that time of year when his flannel and jeans aren't too hot or too cold. He's been known to come in with a leaf clinging to the brim of his hat as well 🍁

Bobby is spring. His allergies absolutely hate the season to its core, but he loves to venture out and see all the new flowers. You've gotta be careful with him because he'll go out and buy a bunch of flowers to plant in the garden, and he'll be sick before he's even got them out of the truck 🌷

cake / pie Pie and cake is a funny thing in this house. Rhett adores ice cream cake, but if it's not that, then he'll tell you that he likes pie (it's because Bobby makes them). Robby enjoys both, but he leans toward fruit-flavored pies. Now if you pull out a cake with fruit in/on it...

usually in a hat / almost never in a hat. Rhett has to be pried out of his hat; it's a little bit ridiculous. He's so used to needing one around the ranch that he just? Doesn't? Know how to act without one? He feels naked if he steps outside without one. And then there are the days when he's so tired that he walks into the house and forgets to take it off...

Bob isn't a fan of wearing them because they tend to mess up his hair, but sometimes Rhett will notice him squinting in the sunlight and offers up a spare. However, he isn't above stealing Rhett's cowboy hat in the privacy of their own home. Sometimes, Rhett will be sitting on the couch, and he'll see his own hat pass by in the corner of his eye.

chocolate flavored treat / fruit flavored treat Fruit and Bobby go together way too well; if the name mentions fruit, then he's more than likely gonna reach for it. Rhett? Cannot be separated from chocolate. Cheap, expensive, obscure, it doesn't matter. Their tastes collide for chocolate covered fruits 🍓

cats / dogs Cats are universally loved, but Bob is the true cat guy. He can walk into a room, and every cat in the vicinity will wind up in his lap. Likewise, Rhett can take a nap in the barn and more often than not, wakes up to a barn kitty on his chest. But he's truly a dog person; he's found half a dozen strays and converted them to ranch puppies.

most likely to text / most likely to call Bob is the texter. He's not all that great at filling the silence during phone calls. He just can't think of anything to say, you know? Unfortunately for him, Rhett has big thumbs and sometimes struggles to type on that tiny little screen, so he just calls without warning.

who’s driving / who’s riding shotgun Rhett loves to be the driver, given that he's in a semi-rural area/not in a city. The winding roads unravel all the worries that have collected up in his head. Robby loves riding shotgun; getting to lay back and gaze out the window is one of his favorite parts of being in the truck. There are so many things you don't notice when you're doing the driving! But he will get motion-sick if you put him in the backseat, so his riding options are somewhat limited.

big spoon / little spoon Big spoon Bobby! It's his favorite thing. He doesn't get to feel "big" a lot in his life, he's never been noticeably muscular or had a presence that fills the room before he enters. In fact, he didn't experience it a whole lot until Rhett and Reader wandered into his life.

He's obsessed with the feeling it gives him, like a pillar in the wind, warding off anything that could ever hurt whoever is snuggled into his arms. Rhett, in particular, triggers a sort of protectiveness Bob didn't realize he had. This massive, tough-as-nails cowboy trusts him this much? Ugh.

Likewise, Rhett adores being able to exchange his strength for vulnerability. It's nice to feel protected, especially when he's spent so much of his life being the protector. He's funny when he gets to fall into that role because he loves to snuggle his head over Bob/Reader's chin. He can and will fall asleep like that. Rough and tumble cowboy by day and oversized cuddle bug by night?

[giulolosblackmail]

cozytober2024: 7. The Smell of Fresh Baked Goods

"You do understand you're paying us a kings ransom to what amounts to burnt cookies," Shatina asked Magda, still skeptical.

"They might not all be burnt," Carlos, wearing what was clearly one of the maid's flouncy white aprons, says like a damned optimist. Carlos wasn't an optimist, being around Magda just made him stupid.

Magda gently took another sharp utensil from Gocheau and patted him on the arm. "Back when we first had the mercenary tea party, I just thought it would be fun to spend some time together like this, just doing something fun without the weight of expectation," she smiled, and damn if that smile didn't do things to Shatina. No wonder she made Carlos stupid. "And now that things have changed, I have the means to treat you all for once, so yes, a king's ransom. Because I earned it." Various mercs laughed from around the kitchen, even Mona, who'd been clinging to Magda's arm ever since they'd been introduced, managed a smile. Bethala had been the only one to get banned from the kitchen outright. She simply couldn't help but stick everything edible she touched into her mouth. One of the harried house staff could be heard from the dinning room, trying to placate her with tea and sandwiches. Those poor fools.

"I, for one, am honored to be invited," Carlos piped up. Shatina tried to glare him down, but he was too busy making eyes at Magda to notice. She signaled Mona, who burst into tears in a moment, pulling all of Magda's attention away from Carlos. Ha!

Shatina slapped the back of Gocheau's head when she started getting thoughts about chopping fingers bleeding into her head. "Would you stop trying to cut things," she snapped. Shatina grabbed the kitchen knife from Gocheau and switched places so he was getting gross goo under his fingernails, mixing dough. Shatina went at the apples with a vengeance.

Magda looked over her shoulder. "Ah, slime might be too fine a consistency for a pie." They both looked at the sludge the fruits had turned into. "Maybe that means we don't have to cook them, since they're already gooey?"

"That's not how that works!" called Bethala from the dinning room. She was the only one of this lot that knew how to cook. Too bad she was too much of a bottomless pit to be a chef.

Michelia let out an unholy screetch as she tripped trying to squeeze past Magda and Mona, dropping a bag of flour almost heavier than she was. Like a massive explosion it spread through the kitchen in a thick white wave.

Magda's head chef finally kicked them all out, since, apparently, flour is flammable and they'd rather the kitchen not turn into a smoking crater. The mercenaries were all shuffled outside to several blankets that had been laid in the garden under the autumn leaves. Harried looking house staff tossed them some greens to mix into a salad, that being the only thing they couldn't possibly ruin, and ran off to save dinner.

Carlos was no longer wearing the apron. It had been, admittedly, one of his better ideas since he was only mostly covered in flour, as opposed to everyone else's completely covered in flour.

They could smell pies, cookies and cakes being fixed in the kitchen. Shatina leaned over to ask Magda, "Are we still getting paid?" Magda laughed and agreed so Shatina yelled, "Job well done!" The rest of her group cheered in response, and even Magda joined in.

[dieu-mange-dieu]

Specific Character Headcanons: Donald "Jared" Dunn

His backstory is horrifying and complex so some of this may actually be canon I don't remember TW death

Real birthday is 16 December

Born in New York

Was over six feet tall by the time he was fourteen years old

Used birds as a beacon of hope during his time in foster care. He envied the freedom of such beautiful, fragile creatures and vowed to someday feel as free as they looked in flight

Was under the care of one genuinely kind foster family. A lovely elderly couple, Etta and John Hirsch, whose only son had died years before. He filled the hole in their hearts and they filled the hole in his

They both died in a car accident on an icy night in December

Got a partial scholarship to Vassar, worked as a prostitute to pay for the rest of his college tuition

Doesn't know his real middle name, so he changes his middle name to honour his elderly friends who have passed

Favourite bird is the Luzon Bleeding-Heart Pigeon

Favourite colours are yellow and light blue

Has gotten in many fights, but only lost two

Likes herbal scents, favourites are rosemary, lavender, and patchouli (he thinks patchouli is the closest you can get to the smell of petrichor)

Vegetarian

Is such a Mitski fan like you don't even know

Enjoys walks in the cold

Cries about EVERYTHING. Once cried in a supermarket because he was overwhelmed by the "beauty of all the fruits in the aisle"

Pan and demi

Has canonically fallen in love only twice:

The first time was a fellow prostitute he met in New York.

They looked out for each other, made sure each was getting enough to eat, and would have "picnics" on fire escapes, pressed together for warmth, legs dangling off of the side, talking about their days.

One day they disappeared without warning. Jared searched for them for a year and a half, often feeling like the only one who cared. Why did nobody else care?

He later found out that they had been murdered. They were not given a gravestone but Jared visits the park where they last saw each other every year.

The second time was Richard.

He never said anything, of course. How could he?

He tried to distract himself in any way he could, but he was a mere rock of space junk being pulled full speed into Richard's orbit

Favourite tea is Lemon Ginger

Thinks skirts are super comfortable and wishes they were more widely accepted at work

Doesn't like the show Friends but puts it on while at home to feel cozy

Cooking (or making things in general) is one of his love languages

Loves bubble baths

Writes poetry and short stories in his free time, used to write songs

Can sing pretty decently (was canonically in choir at Vassar)

Is a sucker for candles

Smell is his strongest sense

Runs the Pied Piper company Tiktok, makes really cringy but wholesome videos (think along the lines of Nursetok and Teacher/Office-staff tiktok)

A playlist for him

Spoilers (?) Ahead!

After Silicon Valley:

He kisses Richard on the roof of Pied Piper after it all, as the billboard is being torn down.

Richard kisses back, but they don't talk about it again

Goes travelling across Europe "with Richard," Richard doesn't quite know that they're travelling together

Quarantines with Richard

Both he and Richard volunteered at a nursing home on weekends before Jared applied for the job

Richard was grossed out by the bedpans and the general "like, elderly vibe"

They don't stay in close contact over the next few years but they stay in each other's circles

After ten years of unrealised pining and four dismally failed relationships, Richard asks him out at the hacker hostel after the filming of the documentary wraps

Jared cries.

They go birdwatching.

[justices-blade]

8. A hazy memory

✧ meme-ories!

It's a different spring. His hair is short and choppy, lobbed off with a rusty knife to keep it that way. Finch isn't old enough for work yet, but he is, and he's good at it; Eddie always did his chores right, even when the Missus told him to. He was just twitchy and noisy. It's not a problem here, being twitchy and noisy under the big, open sky.

Day jobs, common work. Work songs the day-job-men taught him whistle through the gap between his teeth, ringing off-key as he moves crates of a delivery to the apothecary's doorstep. The apothecary praises him and pinches his cheek when he announces that he's done, rewards him with a handful of coins.

Another day, he's hauling butt for the mailpeople, running well-trodden paths to slip envelopes and letters left and right. The Missus made sure he can read a little, and the years made sure he knows the houses and the people. The postman calls him a strapping young lad, tells him he ought to be a runner, and gives him more coins as the boy beams.

Another time, he's hired to dust down a chimney. It's not really a problem when he's a scrawny little thing used to clambering up banisters and counters and bookcases, but Finch doesn't like hearing about that job and tells him to go back to selling newspapers and sorting fruits and vegetables.

And sometimes — These are his favorites — Aunties and grannies ask him to help peel peas for pies, or tie together herbs for spices, or stomp around in barrels to help make jam or wine. Finch can join him for these. And here, they laugh and sing and talk as the grannies ramble about the woman next door, or the regular who keeps showing up with ridiculous orders, or their sons out in military service, doing their mothers proud. These leave them with little samplings or small meals and warm invitations to come again soon, aren't those boys just darling?

Day jobs, common kindness. Though they drifted between dilapidated house-shells, though others were only barely better off, the neighbourhood provided and shared; Because, well, isn't it obvious? They're all the same, so they gotta stick together.

[risingsoleil]

Linzin family picnic what are they eating, what is baby most excited to see/do(falling leaves, eating apple pie, things like that). Give us a cute play by play-🧐🔎

I'm so late answering this, so in honor of Halloween, this is for you 🧡🖤🎃

Linzin has decided to do a beautiful family autumn picnic in the garden, under the tree. The leaves have turned into the orange, golds,and reds and have fallen to the ground. Tenzin swirls some air to clear a spot for them.

Lin spent some hours preparing food for them because it's a special holiday and time. She has a small roast duck prepared for herself since her husband is a vegetarian. Tenzin did help her prepare some mooncakes for dessert and baby got to help by pressing them in the mold. He held a couple of mooncakes up to their cheeks bc his baby's cheeks are also round, squishy, and sweet 🥰 Other things Lin prepared were some sliced fruits (pears, apples, melon), rice cake soup, potato pancakes, and fried veggies.

Tenzin and Lin together baked some pies for the whole family and the acolytes (Lin doesn't really feel like it, but she doesn't hate them all and they do work hard when they're not trying to flirt with her airhead).

Baby is excited to be with Tenzin and see all the leaves falling. Some of them fall and touch their face, and they're giggling and reaching to grab them. Daddy has this wonderful talent of blowing the air and making the leaves swirl around like a tornado above them, and baby loooves to watch from below. Then with Lin by his side and baby in his arms, he makes the leaves swirl around his family.

Most importantly, baby is excited to eat the yummy food. But since they're still small, they can't eat everything yet. It's still nice to try some of the soups and softer foods tho

[phantombanquet]

SR Masquerade Dress Epel Personal Card Story “A really famous restaurant!” Part 2

City of Flowers - Topsy-Turvy Event Hall

Malleus: Is this the right place to lay this?

Epel: Y-Yes...

ZAP!

Stall Owner: Did you just float the truck to carry everything all at once...

As expected, magic is real great.

Epel: No, only Malleus can do this kind of thing...

Stall Owner: Anyway, thanks, you two! I was really saved!

Malleus: However... If you open the wooden crate and look inside, there are a few apples that were damaged.

Was it carried incorrectly? I apologize for that.

Stall Owner: The scrape probably happened while the truck was moving, so it's not your fault.

And this is nothin' to worry about. Right, Epel?

Malleus: Is that so?

Epel: Yes. When it comes to eating it raw or using the entire apple for candy, you can't sell it, but...

At uncle's stall, he sells candy that are made from processing the apples, so a few scratches is no problem.

Malleus: I understand. So it's not just disposed despite being scratched, correct?

Epel: We can't waste them! The apples from Harveston are super delicious.

Stall Owner: That's right. The stalls now are mostly selling apple candy arranged for the City of Flowers.

Epel: Ah, you're right. The menu is full of pictures of sweets I haven't seen before.

This pound cake is shaped like the Bell of Salvation. And also... Is this a pie? It kinda looks weird.

Stall Owner: The theme for the City of Flowers festival is “topsy-turvy”, right? That's why the pie's crust and filling were reversed.

Epel: So you mean that the filling made from the apples is wrapped around the pie crust? That arrangement method is amazing!

Malleus: It is quite well-made. The other apple candies appear very interesting as well.

Stall Owner: Ah, right, I should thank you for helpin' me out. I'll treat you two to apple candy from Harveston.

Epel: But, uncle, you still have to make apple candies for the festival, right?

You can leave it to me to thank Malleus-san. Thanks to the truck being carried here, I still have lots of time left.

Stall Owner: I feel bad, but... Well, I'll leave it to you then. Use the cooking utensils and seasonings as you like.

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Epel: It's ready! They're not like the fancy looking sweets that uncle sells at his stall but...

Malleus: It smells pleasant... Did you bake these apples?

Epel: Yes, I baked the thickly sliced apples in lots of butter.

Please try it together with vanilla icing on the side... It's really good!

Malleus: Is that so. I'll have a bite. (He starts eating)

...I see, this is good. You can enjoy the taste and also the texture of the fresh fruit.

Epel: Actually, these baked apples were made using the scratched apples from earlier. It doesn't feel wrong, right?

Malleus: Ah, thanks to the baking, I could not recognize it. Indeed, I now understand why you said it was no problem.

Epel: The people of Harveston are used to eating delicious leftover apples without wasting them.

They've been recently selling apple juice...

In the festivals at Harveston, there's a whole line of food stalls that serve even more authentic pies and apples.

They're even tastier than my simple dish... I want Malleus-san to try them one day, maybe?

Malleus: I see, it's in Harveston, correct? I'll remember it.

Epel: ...Ah! I just noticed a lot of time passed by already. I have to get back soon.

Malleus: I will also return to my group. This became quite a feast.

Epel: Thank you so much as well!

City of Flowers

Epel: T-Thank you for waiting! It's been 30 minutes, did I end up being late...?

Azul: No, you were not. There's still 30 seconds before the promised meeting time, so it's no problem.

Epel: I can't believe you were even counting the seconds... I would've been in big trouble if I arrived late...!

Azul: Oh? (Azul starts sniffing Epel)

Epel: Uhmm, is there something wrong?

Azul: No... It's just that I could smell the nice, elegant fragrance of apples from Epel-san's body.

There weren't any stalls selling apples on the route we took. Where did you eat?

Epel: Fufu, there was a little situation that happened.

Deuce: A situation? That's a shame.

Or maybe you found a hidden famous restaurant?

Epel: Famous restaurant... Yes, it was a really famous restaurant! But, it's almost time for the meeting, so I don't have time to talk about it right now.

I'll explain how really amazing the restaurant is to you two when everything settles down.

Because after that... There'll be plenty of time to enjoy this exchange meeting!

END!

Link to Part 1

[touchtranscendslanguage]

since AO3 is down, I'm back to looking to Tumblr for my shipping fix. a few questions for your excellent fic (only if you feel like it and it's not a spoiler!):

- do you think there's any way that Virgil and Janus could have ended up together if they didn't meet in such dangerous, specific circumstances?

- what's something V & J each do that makes their partner go "holy shit, that's so cute"? (the grammar of this sentence is fighting me but hopefully you understand what I'm getting at)

- what's everyone's favorite food?

also I vote Elizabeth for Remus's mace's name

Lol let's do this!

This is one way Virgil and Janus could have ended up together under different circumstances. Let's see what I can say without giving any spoilers.

It would have taken a long ass time. Virgil would have had to finish saving up to leave the MHA which would have taken forever due to the setbacks he had years before. After he left it would have taken him a long time to trust and be trusted by other monsters. We're talking decades. Then he would have had to get in contact with the right groups and made the right connections to [spoilers] that would have allowed him to eventually have contact with the royal family.

It would have taken Janus a long time to befriend Virgil. He would not trust him at first. They both would have their guards up and be showing each other the masks they each show the public rather than their true selves. Getting comfortable enough to allow each other to see cracks in their masks would have been a very long and slow process and it would take even longer for them to drop their masks completely.

Once they did drop their masks they would have been friends for quite some time before they would feel comfortable adding a claim or romantic aspect to their relationship. We're looking at them finally starting to date a century or two in the future. Even then that's a maybe. Something could go wrong at any step. Everything could go right and they still could have ended up just friends. There are spoilers that complicate things.

Them meeting at any other time under any other circumstances would not have gone well. The whole reason their relationship works now is because they saved each other's lives in the prison and they each showed vulnerability there in their own way. If they met under any other circumstances besides the one described above they would have had walls up and masks on. They wouldn't have seen each other. Not really. Janus and Virgil have chemistry. Prince Deceit and Paranoia would have deeply distrusted each other at best and gone for each other's throats at worst.

Janus bleps. He does it when he's relaxed and in a particular mood. He also does it if you boop his nose. It's adorable.

Janus thinks Virgil is really cute when gets super focused while playing with string.

Okay, I pulled up old character sheets for this that I haven't looked at in so long they're now full of inaccuracies only to realize that I never wrote down their favourite foods. Hmm. I'm going to tell you their favourite human foods because I don't feel like making up a bunch of faerie foods. I've avoided that so far.

Virgil's favourite that he will never admit to is rare, bloody steak. Specifically because it's bloody. If you ask he'll tell you his second favourite food which is chicken tamales. His favourite fruit is mango.

Janus hasn't been to Earth or eaten much of it's food, but he would absolutely and completely fall in love with strawberries.

Roman loves macaroons.

Remus hasn't eaten much human food but he loves honey - or as he calls in bee vomit - and would love baklava.

Patton would love fruit pies of any kind.

Logan would love sugar snap peas and eat entire bags of them in one sitting.

Thomas loves pomegranates.

Remy loves lamb.

Thank you for the suggestion! Elizebeth is a good name! I'm still open to more suggestions for what Remus named his morningstar if anyone wants to leave them in the replies or send me an ask!

[kieuecaprie]

I think I asked Liliana's favorite foods in the past so now I want to know everyone's favorite foods.

While you did already say you asked for Lily's favorite foods, I'll put it here for completeness's sake (and also because it's on the bluebird hellsite which is prone to being broken down at a moment's notice):

Liliana Silvernoon - She likes sweet things, her utmost favorite being jelly-filled donuts (no, not the 4Kids variant, the actual jelly filled donut). However, she wouldn't say no to anything chocolate-related, unless it's too sweet, there's some sweets that even she can't really handle.

Azie Nolastnameyet - Despite looking like a tough looking half-demon (this will make sense once I get around to updating my "Games Finished in 2023" list, I think), she doesn't really like spicy foods all that much, not because they're too much for her, but more that they really can't challenge her, but she ain't really much for sweets either. So, what would be her favorite? Hard to say, really, but she has an affinity for fast foods, you know, burgers, fries, pizza, that sort of thing. That said, she also has a bit of a soft spot for ice cream, so that's something she and Lily can bond over.

Elpis Elmglow - Being a Toon, it'd be... difficult trying to pin down their favorite foodstuffs. I could say that they like baked goods such as pies and stuff but they use that for fighting robotic corporate suits and are probably super sick of it. Fruits and vegetables seems like a reasonable option for them especially since it doubles as them getting ammunition for their trap gags.

Unnamed Octoling - After having travelled from Inkopolis to Splatsville and back, I can safely say that their favorite foods are the Shwaffles, which are probably no longer being sold at the current moment in the Splatoon timeline due to the Crust Bucket being out of business. Nowadays, they just chew on Crab Trap Sandwiches whenever they drop by the Crab-N-Go, which is just fine for them seeing how their funds go into their Salmonid research (and getting Scrungus actual FOOD and not just whatever he chews on). They're fond of sweet stuff but unfortunately, that's also Scrungus's favorite and the little guy will NYOMP anything not tied down (or locked away in a cage), so unfortunately, they're gonna have to do without... for now EDIT: Cleaning up the formatting of this answer post, it was a little too hard to read and I don't really like having too many words scrunched up together like that. If I wanted words scrunched together, I'd go write an essay for a class or something.

[jubilantscribbler]

Let's hear about Rod! 🍓🍪🍩

My SON!! My beautiful, beautiful cringefail SON!!!!

🍓: Does your OC have any particular scents they like? Or hate?

He adores smells typically associated with baking and fruits. Pies and baked bread really put him at ease, and he adores the smell of fresh fruit.

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to your OC?

He's got an old book his cousin bought for him when they both went to an aquarium together. He hid it under his mattress as a child to keep anyone from taking it away from him, but nowadays he displays it proudly and lovingly in his personal bookshelf.

🍩: What's a crime your OC is most likely to commit? What's a crime they're most likely to get arrested for?

He's willfully committing tax evasion (though whether or not he makes enough to even qualify for filing taxes is another question).

Hilariously enough, he's more likely to get arrested for trespassing on private property. He gets horribly lost far too often.

[tamersmile888]

Daydreaming about true love...It's one of Snow White's favorite ways to pass the time. Having Peaches to share all of her dreams with is a bonus.

But now it's time to get back to work. The farm hasn't been doing so well lately, but Snow's optimistic.

Her dad Forrest used to sell the best apples in town until the trees stopped growing fruit. He had to plant other crops just so they could have food on the table.

His new wife Willow thinks he should just sell the farm before they're nothing more than skin and bones. Even though the apple orchard is what brought them together. She used to have her own bakery and would use Forrest's apples in her pies. She was nicer when they first got married. As time started to make itself known on her face, she's been obsessed with looking younger and taking out her frustration on everyone who was.

Especially Snow. It's the main reason why Snow keeps her distance from the elderly. As if she's to blame for their wrinkles instead of gravity.

Her dad was never as happy with Willow as he was with her mom. They were soulmates. That's the kind of love Snow dreams about. The kind of love that lasts forever. No matter how much time has gone by.

Willow is so ashamed with the condition of their home, she never allows company. They're not even allowed to answer the door.

The moment Snow walks through the door, Willow chastises her for playing around with the animals instead of tending to her responsibilities. She sends her off to the Bramblewood to find food, and warns her not to lollygag.

Snow loves the Bramblewood. It's so serene walking around the woods and enjoying nature. Sometimes it's a great place to scavenge for food.

Today, she found...apples. She takes it as a good sign.

Unfortunately, she didn't find much food in the Bramblewood today , but at least she met a few cute, little friends.

The apples may have cured her hunger, but they also made her sick to her stomach. She feels bad for letting everyone down, but her dad reminds her that she did the best she could. They're a family, and they're going to get through this together. One day at a time.

In order to make a few extra bucks, Forrest sold some of the stuff they wouldn't have a use for now that they no longer had electricity. Snow loved that blue lamp, but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make for her dad. One day they'd make enough money to buy it back. One day...