#try the grey stuff its delicious

[m4g0rtz]

Today's polish is a flakey crelly. I haven't had the best luck with crellies, but the swatches for this one looked so pretty I had to try it and I'm so glad I did! Not only does it have those gorgeous purple to teal multichrome flakes, but it also has a really pretty purple shimmer that you can see best in the sun. I also really liked it matte. This is Try the Grey Stuff, It's Delicious! from 1422 Designs.

[eighttens]

Imagine: Gymcrush!San x pilatesgirlie!reader

Synopsis: Imagine finally working up the courage to go up to Gymcrush!San, after weeks of semi-creepily watching him across the stuffy gym.

It’s not your fault that he‘s somehow always there when you do your sessions, even less so that your eyes keep finding him and his tiny waist. Him and his thick arms, him and his muscular chest, him and thunderous thighs. Not your fault that he wears those skin-tight tops, paired with the iconic grey sweats, or on days where you thank the lord, workout shorts. No, not your fault at all when he looks like sex on a stick after running cardio on the treadmill, even more so when deadlifting, a belt cinching his waist in deliciously.

So, after a particularly successful gyming session for you (you had completed a new Pilates routine with increased weights, and held your yoga stretches for a whole 20 seconds longer than usual, and even the 15-minute warm up run seemed easier than usual), you finally manage to walk up to him.

You’re regretting it the moment you start walking towards him, only now noticing that he isn’t here alone fuck fuck fuck what do you mean he’s got his bros here?!. You almost make a 180 to turn to leave, but decide to kick yourself in the ass you’re going to die anyway, why not take the chance?. Your Yolo attitude carried your feet across the gym hall, and by some miracle the two guys standing with San start drifting towards a machine, probably to start the next set.

Taking deep breaths you try to hype yourself up, you look down at your clean shoes and revise what you’re going to say. Once your confidence if built up enough (and your short trek across the gym is complete), you muster up the courage to speak to him, lightly tapping his shoulder to call his attention.

He pulls the headphones off his head completely, and turns to look you in the eyes. His eyebrows raise slightly once he takes in your appearance, and you can feel your face heating up at the way his eyes scan your figure. He remains silent but nods his head to you once his gaze returns to your face, bidding you to say your piece.

You collect your scrambled thoughts and practically squeak out the semi-confession „Hi, sorry to disrupt you but I find you really admirable, I hope this doesn’t come out of the nowhere but could I have your number?“ Your eyes are hopeful, and by now you’re sure that a blush has crept its way onto your face- you can feel it down your neck.

You‘re fidgeting with your phone a little, watching his eyes widen and his mouth drop open a little, tongue coming out to dart at his lips before he speaks. „Yeah, sure. No problem.“ His voice is gravely but kind, and you can feel your heartbeat pick up at the success you’ve garnered from the interaction. A little too giddily you open your phone contacts and select a new contact.

Holding out your phone for him to take, you’re caught off guard by his grumbling voice again. „You do Pilates, right?“ your breath halts for a second. Never in your life had you considered it a reality where he would perceive your existence, too. It really didnt occur to you that just as much as you watch him, he could be observing you as well.

„Uh- yeah, yeah i do Pilates. Im usually in the open space though.“ you reply once you found your voice again. He nods thoughtfully in response, „yeah, thats right.. Ive seen you do your routines once or twice. Impressive as hell, i couldn’t do that stuff to save my life.“ a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he finishes typing on your phone, passing it back to you and looking into your eyes again.

You bite back a smile and look down at your phone to avoid his eyes, shy from the compliment. „Oh, thanks…“ you hear him chuckle. „Hey, lemme get your number too, ill reach out first since you beat me to taking the first step.“ your eyes flick up to meet his again, wide in surprise. „Huh?“ you look down to his hands where he holds out his phone on front of him, eyes expectant and warm.

He sighs and gestures for you to take the phone, which you do almost reflexively as he explains: „Well, you’re braver than me for approaching first, I’ve been noticing you for a while now, never had the confidence to go up to you though. I was worried I’d scare you away.“ You look at him in disbelief, your mind racing with thoughts as your gaze shifts to the heavy phone in your hand.

„Oh…“ your voice is quiet as you numbly type in your number, filling the contact as your name. A smile that mirrors his crosses your face when you look back at him, and you both end up giggling as you stare at another in silence, smiling like teens.

Once you’ve calmed down you avert your gaze again and shrug. „So… see you around??“ he nods almost immediately, arms flexing as he reaches up for his headphones again. „Yes! I mean- yeah sure.“ he corrects his overzealous tone and coolly coughs to cover it up, cringing a little at himself, and you laugh a little. „Okay, bye then!“ you send him a little wave and turn around to collect your things and head to the changing rooms to leave, a little pep in your step.

Glancing into the contacts of your phone you notice that not only did San leave you with his number, but he added a note into the contact itself: „Meet me tomorrow in/after gym, same time as today? Maybe i can spot you, and maybe you can help me stretch? And maybe we can grab some food afterwards???“ you almost die right then and there, head floating in the coulds as your cheeks hurt from how hard you’re smiling.

What you dont see though, is the way his friends rush over to him once you’ve left, bombarding him with a million questions and clapping him on the back in congratulations. „Wow! Sannie!!! The cute little Pilates chick? Fuckin‘ score man!“ Mingi claps his hands in approval, nodding hard as he watches your form leave the gym. „Who knew that San had this kinda game, damn good on you.“ Wooyoung still has his hands on San‘s shoulders, rubbing them up and down roughly.

San doesnt say anything, just standing there, soaking in the moment, chest warm and stomach fuzzy as he thinks back to your interaction. From one moment to the next however, his face falls. „Fuck.“ he curses, voice flat. Both Mingi and Wooyoung look at San‘s face, and then one another. „What do you mean? You just bagged all that, and you’re worried about anything??“ Wooyoung looks at him incredulously, expression almost comical. San shakes his head with a blank face his eyebrows ever so slightly furrowed. „Where do i take her to eat? And how the hell do i become flexible by tomorrow?!“

[transformers-spike]

TFA Megatron and femme cybertronian who’s so childish and energetic at some point megs has to shush her somehow…😣

That sounded so corny omg forget I said it like that. Anyways he just fucks the shit out of her to make her be quiet😭

Tysm if u do this💗💗

He's such a fun character to write for, I swear

“Stay still,” he orders.

Maybe you should have shut up from the start, stopped bombarding him with questions for the past month and a half and kept on working as their morally dubious (and unpaid) PR manager. He could have snapped earlier. He should have snapped earlier. From the way he has patiently answered your questions compared to Lugnut and Blitzwing who’ve threatened your life more times than you can feasibly count, he has shown nothing but tolerance in the face of your overexcited blabbering. But now? Oh, you’ve gone too far. And there’s no turning back. “Are we… sure about this? I mean, not that I’m complaining,” you say while chuckling nervously. You wriggle in his servo to no avail, his grip is firm, nowhere near painful, but inescapable. “You’ll manage,” he reassures with amusement tilting his voice. His timbre is soft and rumbling, so close you can feel it in your bones. This isn’t your first time getting freaky with the likes of him, but considering the circumstances, you’re apprehensive he may kill you with his spike- “Oh hey, that’s a new model!” you exclaim the second you catch sight of it. Grey and black, lined with red biolights, and much more feasible for someone of your body type to take. “Wow, did you get it from that purple guy? Was it Swindle or something? Anyway, I knew he sold you cool stuff but I didn’t expect him to sell spikes too. Ooh, does he sell valves? If you get a smaller one can I peg you? I promise I’ll do better this time! Pretty please? Please, please please please-” He gives you a warning squeeze. “Fuck! Okay, sorry. I got the message.” You mimic zipping your lips shut and give him a thumbs up. He looks unimpressed. His spike is cool against your thighs from the generous coating of lube, but its tip is deliciously warm. It’s certainly the biggest dick you’ve taken until now, and you consider yourself a size queen. “Oh uh… did you pick, like, the third smallest to give me an extra challenge?” You dare unzip your mouth. “I appreciate you believing in me, but… I don’t think I can survive that ,” you nudge your head in its direction, shivering from the mere thought of it inside of you. “It was custom-ordered,” he says, leering down at your tiny form. He runs his thumb over your breasts, a bead of transfluid forming at the tip of his spike, pink and shiny. You swallow hard. “Believe me,” he continues, breath slick with oil, “this is as small as they could go.” You claw at his servo when he presses it into you, a searing pain shooting through your core. “You could have prepared me at least, you know?” you hiss through gritted teeth. “Yes,” he admits, not a hint of apology behind the mirth in his tone. “But I believe you can manage just fine.” Bold words from someone who’s trying to stuff you like a Thanksgiving turkey. You would call him a cunt if you weren’t throwing your head back and groaning at the feeling of his free servo rubbing circles around your clit. “You really are a bastard,” you squeak, caught between pleasure and pain. His spike is halfway inside of you with no hint of stopping.

“And you should have learned to shut your intake ages ago,” he answers in his silky voice, crookedly smiling down at you. The very sound of him speaking is enough to send a wave of heat to your groin, making your walls involuntarily twitch around him. You glare up at him, his smile widens. The pace he starts at is excruciating; slow shallow thrusts pulling at your pussy, thumb drawing circles around your clit. He stays quiet as always, the only hint of pleasure on his part being the steady whirring of his cooling fans and the hot air being ex-vented against your skin. Soon enough, his spike is fully sheathed inside of you. You can barely move, filled to the brim by something that should decidedly never fit inside a human. “Overwhelmed?” he croons, voice caressing your poor aching nerves. “Fuck you,” you unwisely declare, visibly shaking in his fist. “I’ll consider that a yes,” he adds, mocking, pulling out of you just enough to give you the impression of hope, only to crush it once he stuffs himself back in. He fucks you for what feels like hours, leaving you speechless and numb from his brutal branch of pleasure, twitching around his spike, having cum enough times to leave you shaking in his grasp. You send a prayer to the All Spark when he finally finishes inside of you, filling you up to the brim with transfluid, enough to spill out of you and trickle down the crack of your ass. Your throat is sore from begging for mercy, and if you had any dignity left, you would look away in shame from those piercing red eyes. “Something the matter? You seem awfully quiet,” he teases, still rubbing his digit over abused nerves. “Bitch…” you rasp between ragged breaths.

[holybibly]

okay hear me out!! little bunny goes to take a shower ok? one of the pups wants to go with her. she would be more skeptical if it was san or mingi or woo, but its just yeosang. he wouldn't try to play with her, right?

wrong! like you said with other senders, yeo is secretly a hard dom. sorry not sorry yall!

so yeah, he pins her to the wall and stims her clit with the showerhead (at the highest pressure, of course) until she cries and stuffs. have fun with that part my brain is #mush

bye bye love ya 💋🎀

Hard dom Yeosang, mmm...

I told you I'm in love with this concept, didn't I? I hope this makes you as dishevelled and nervous as I am when I think about it. Sorry, not sorry; today I want to make you squirm.

"Enjoying yourself, bunny?" Yeosang purrs in a low voice and pulls you closer to him until you're pressed up against his bare chest. It's hot in the shower, but Yeosang's skin seems to be on fire, burning you and making you melt away.

"I-I, yes, a little; it's nice here." You mumble as you feel his lips press against your shoulder and slide up until they leave a kiss on the crimson imprint of Seonghwa's and Hongjoong's teeth, which are still unable to heal from the constant torment of two alphas. If Seonghwa's gorgeous mouth doesn't suck on that sensitive spot at least once a day, the Alpha will go into hysterics, and as far as Hongjoong is concerned, it's a hundred times worse. His lips are on your neck 24/7, and there is no discussion about it.   Yeosang can hardly wait for the day he can sink his fangs into you, too; he licks the sore spot lightly. His hands slide down your sides and come to rest on your hips, his thumbs slowly and emphatically massaging the soft skin.

The black-haired Alpha turns you around to face him, his icy grey eyes piercing you in an instant, holding you in place and making you submit to him. Yeosang is usually quiet, a little distant, and taciturn, but that's not like that when he's alone with you. Like all wolves, Yeosang has a dark, animalistic side to him, and he will never miss an opportunity to show it off to you.

Despite how warm and stuffy it is in the shower, you start to shiver as he leans down to brush his tongue across your lips. There is a low growl from him, and you obey instantly, opening your lips to him.

Cautiously, greedily, he traces the contours of your mouth as if it were uncharted territory, and every lazy move he makes makes you press closer to him, your hands clinging tentatively to his shoulders. It's only when the need for air becomes critical and you start falling apart, your chest heaving rapidly, that you begin to whimper. You try to press yourself closer to his sculpted body. The mucus leaking from you makes your pussy slippery and wet.

"Alpha, please..." You gasp, your heart pounding erratically in your chest.

He gives you a wicked smile and bites your lower lip, making you squeal at the sharp sting of his fangs. His hands slide down to the luxurious curve of your ass, squeezing it hard as he begins to plant rough kisses along the side of your jaw, working their way down to the pillar of your throat. Your head falls back against the tiled wall as he bites down hard on a particularly sensitive spot close to your collarbone, and a moment later his tongue darts out to lick the small drops of blood from the bruised skin. The sensation makes you moan loudly and for a long time, and Yeosang purrs contentedly.

Then he moves lower down to your heavy, luscious breasts, his hot mouth curling around the hard tip of one of your nipples as his hand slides up your belly until his fingers curl around the other. Your back arched under his caresses, your fingers scratching along his back. The low, dark chuckle emanating from his chest sent a delicious shiver down your spine. Oh, my God, Alpha...

The fact that the wolves are addicted to your milk and constantly abuse your breasts is something you still can't get used to. They are always biting, sucking, licking, and drinking, and they still cannot get enough. Your tits have become even more sensitive than they were before, under the constant care of the wolves. It doesn't even have to be anything sexual; all they have to do is keep your nipples in their mouths.

Wooyoung and San recently cornered you just to torment you all night long by sucking on your tits and playing with your nipples. It was a maddening experience. You came so many times you couldn't even count, and they didn't even fuck you properly.

You whimper at the loss of contact and watch the corner of his mouth curl into a grin as Yeosang's mouth pulls away from your chest. Tiny drops of milk glisten on his wet, red lips, and he immediately licks them off, humming in appreciation of the taste.

"Turn your back to me, bunny." He orders in a low voice, and the dark promise in his tone of voice makes you obey with all your might.

The anticipation of what he will do next is simply unbearable. It literally drives you crazy, making you tremble and cower, never knowing what path he will take.

Yeosang stands behind you, silent and motionless, and you dare not look at him, instead staring at the black tiled wall, watching the water trickle down. You can taste Yeosang—leather and powder—in the steam that comes out of the water.

You vaguely hear him fiddling with something. Your ears twitch, hoping to recognise the sound, but the sound of running water makes it difficult. Your thighs rub against each other in an attempt to relieve the aching tension between your legs.

"Alpha, I… Oh!" Your voice changes to a surprised squeal as he suddenly pushes something between your legs—something that you recognise as a silver shower head. The metal in it makes a delightfully cool contrast to the warmth of the water and the heat of your skin.

As Yeosang presses the shower head against your clit, your knees almost buckle and your pussy squirts mucus with an even smoother, more powerful squirt. Only his strong arm, wrapped around your waist, keeps you on your feet, pressing your back against his chest as his teeth nibble gently at the lobe of your ear.

"It's time for a new experience, baby. I promise you're going to feel good."

It is hard for you to think straight. The water is massaging your clit in slippery circles, splashing and spraying over your thighs as they shake with the tension. It takes all your strength and concentration to force yourself to answer, your voice high and shrill.

"Oh, my God. Ewww, Alpha! It's so good."

His answering chuckle, husky and sultry, sends a bolt of lightning straight to the heart of your body.

"Look at you, all wet and beautiful and desperate for me." His hips are pressing up against your ass, and you can feel how hard his cock is and how ready it is for you. It's thick, veiny, and long, perfect for fucking your tender little bunny body.

You let out a whimper as he moved the nozzle, and now the stream of water is right on top of your clit, intense and merciless. It is at this point that you start to breathe out his name, your chest heaving in a desperate attempt to get more air into your lungs. The pressure is too much, too much for you, who've never done this before. You feel like you're teetering dangerously close to the edge, the coil in your stomach wound as tight as it can be without breaking. You are so, so close to cum.

And then Yeosang pulls away, the shower head disappearing between your trembling thighs and taking your orgasm with it. The pleasure that was about to wash over you in a wave of ecstasy is painfully slow to return to your veins. You're practically crying at the loss of this sensation. Tears well up in your eyes, but you know there's nothing you can do about it. If they want to play rough with you, they will drag out the pleasure for hours on end. One time, Seonghwa didn't let you cum all night long until you passed out from the overstimulation.

Yeosang loosens his grip on your waist and gives you a kiss between your shoulder blades. His hand slides up your belly, thumb-stroking your swollen nipples, wet with water and milk, and continues until his long fingers wrap around your throat.

Yeosang's hand tightens around your neck, effectively blocking your airway; your eyes roll back; and your legs shake from the overload of sensations.

"How's that, sweetie? Does your Sangie make you feel good? Tell me, sweetheart, do mommy and daddy play with you like I do?" His voice is dark and hoarse, and there is a hint of arrogance in it that you can hear. He wraps the fingers of his other hand around your sensitive nipple and twists it. You have the urge to squeal, but the grip on your throat prevents any sound from escaping.

His soft lips leave the softest kisses on your shoulders in contrast to the rough touches of your body and the suffocating grip on your throat. The tenderness with which he kisses and honours your skin is almost enough to lull you to sleep, make your head fall back on his chest, and let you lose yourself in your little subspace of desire.

You don't immediately realise what's happening when the sound of running water suddenly gets louder. It's only when his claws start to slide down your spine, scratching at every ridge before they grasp your thigh roughly, that you realise what he's up to. A moment later, the water is hitting you; the shower head is pressing down on your legs, enveloping your already sensitive clit in a swirling whirlpool of heat and moisture. You wheeze, gasping for breath, and Yeosang moans long, excited and thirsty from what you've done.

"Damn, you're so hot, bunny." He moans and presses his mouth close to your ear. "I'm never going to get tired of playing with you; I'm going to torture you and fuck you every fucking day."

As he pushes the nozzle deeper into your pussy you writhe in his arms, your whole body shaking. He suddenly lets go of your throat, only to wrap his hand around your waist and pull you closer to him, his thick cock sliding between the cheeks of your plump ass.

His lips curl up in a wicked smile against the back of your neck.

It's almost frightening how dishevelled you are. The heat coils in your abdomen, dark and intense, yearning for release.

"P-please, please, Yeosang..." You whimper almost incoherently, squirming in his iron grip in a desperate attempt to increase the friction.

Yeosang laughs maliciously at your futile attempts.

"I need a little bit more from you, baby." His voice gets deeper and deeper, sounding almost animalistic and incredibly seductive. He pushes his hips into your ass, the hot length sliding perfectly between your buttocks, staining the space with a mixture of your mucus and his pre-cum. The base of his knot can already be felt, and you know what it is that he wants to hear from you.

"I want your alpha knot; I want you to tie me; I want you to make me your bitch." The words come out of you in the most natural way possible, as if this is what you were born to do. You have repeated them so many times that it is as if they have been imprinted on your tongue.

As the knot in your stomach tightens as your orgasm builds, desperation seeps into your tone.

"Alpha, please, I am going to be the best bunny for you. I want your knot so badly."

"Then you can cum, my little bunny. Show me what a good girl you are." Yeosang growls as the hand on your waist slides up and begins to knead your breasts roughly. Your tits are so swollen with milk that they can barely fit in the palm of his hand. The added sensation sends you over the edge with a deafening scream, your cunt clenching around nothing as you squirm weakly in his firm grip, feeling completely boneless.

It takes a few long seconds for the rush of pleasure to wear off. Yeosang gently strokes between your velour ears and plants hot kisses on your neck and shoulders as you come to your senses.

"The Alpha wants to tear you apart and breed you such a beautiful and obedient bunny. You are all mine, so juicy and sweet. Do you think you can take my knot right now, baby?"

[vidavalor]

So... I made a key lime pie cheesecake thingy with toasted marshmallow topping, and something that was meant to be mint choc chip cake but ended up as mint choc chip brownie (task failed successfully?) with mint buttercream and candied violet petals on top -- have a slice of each!

Also, GO thoughts:

Restoration of angelic status: obvious BS offer in s2, foreshadow/Chekhovness for s3???

If the Bookshop was literally burned in s1 and got un-burned a couple of episodes later, and was metaphorically 'burned' in s2, five gets you ten it'll be un-burned by about halfway into s3. Reason one, parallel storytelling. Reason two (I think it was @ao3cassandraic's 'compassion fatigue' meta that talked about this), Azzy's never been shown much gratitude for the good stuff he does, so he's due a heaping helping of positive karma -- Anathema doing witchy stuff? Gabriel wanting to repay what he sees as some sort of life debt? Muriel wanting to repay his kindness? Azzy's old platoon remembering seeing him desert and deciding their respect for him outweighs their fear of punishment? Reason three, Good Omens is a fundamentally optimistic show written by a very talented storyteller who loves and cares for the characters, so the bad shit ain't gonna stick around forever and the good stuff is allowed to happen and persist without being cancelled out by gratuitous Drama(tm) and Angst(tm) (this isn't Game of Thrones, or a J**s Wh***n project). When Aziraphale quits the Bookshop for the South Downs, it would I think be out of keeping with the themes of the show for it to be anything other than his free, genuine, un-manipulated/forced/puppeteered choice, where he's had time to think things through and make arrangements for a proper handover.

If Gabriel could remember parts of Everyday even after removing his own memory, because of the strong positive emotional wossnames after less than four years, how much more might Aziraphale retain in his subconscious after an attempted memory wipe, given his bloody-minded stubbornness and 6000+ years of Crowley?

...it's too warm here rn and my brain is going wibbly and giving me Emotions(c)

Hi @jotun-philosopher! Hope you're having a good week so far, dear. Your kitchen adventures sound delicious. 💕

-On b.s. "Metatron" offer for Crowley foreshadowing restoration of angelic status in S3: I think, by the end of it, that Aziraphale's fall leads to the characters banding together to try to challenge it and overthrowing The Metatron in the process. They might all find out that it's The Metatron behind the concept of a demon and it's all b.s.. The demons will wind up restored to "full angelic status" by way of the fact that they'll realize they've really had it all along. Evil exists (Satan, The Metatron) but the rest of the angels and demons are, for the most part, just different shades of moral grey, like the rest of us. I think that would go along with the ideas of personal power that you mention and not letting others define you that I see in the series a bit. We'll have to see what happens though.

-On bookshop "unburned" in S3 & it being Aziraphale's choice to leave it: It's funny that you mention the fact that it was burned two different ways-- on fire in S1 and as a safe place in S2-- and how that fits in with the idea of mirrored storytelling because I was musing about what that could look like continued into in S3. I was thinking of the idea of "unburned" and I think there is an element of that. (Would also not be surprised if it's burnt a third time-- this time, by a burnt orange paint job lol.) I feel like it probably does remains an embassy. Have a meta in the ol' drafts folder about the bookshop, that its an embassy, and the cottage idea & where I can see already where the cottage idea might weaved into what's going on in S2 (besides the potential Jane Austen connection) so more on that when I get to finishing that one at some point between now and 2027 lol.

I do agree with your thoughts on the tone of the show and how it deals with dark stuff but in a way with a lot of humor and an overall positive tone. It'll have a good ending. You're right about Aziraphale being overdue for some good karma-- I think S3 will take care of him pretty well before all is over.

-On Gabriel's memory loss foreshadowing that Aziraphale might remember some things: What Gabriel could remember and when was really interesting. It played to me a lot like retrograde amnesia, which can really happen to some people who experience traumatic events. The mind puts caution tape around anything associated to the trauma and doesn't let the person engage those memories so, as a result, they lose parts of their identity. Suffer severe enough or all-encompassing enough trauma, like Gabriel did, and the mind can cause itself to forget its own identity completely in an effort to protect itself.

Gabriel's recall is also in keeping with that. He knows things like how to take himself to the bookshop and the lyrics to "Everyday" (and, some of us suspect, remembering Bildad!Crowley during the protection miracle scene) because part of his mind is whispering to him "these things are safe" since he considers the people associated with the memories safe but the context isn't safe enough to fully remember because of how Aziraphale, Crowley and Beez are tied to the traumatic event he's undergone.

There's also that Gabriel remembers more when he feels safe enough and trusts enough to do so. Crowley is more successful at helping him remember things once they've talked and the tone is less antagonistic and it's Beez, of course, who can bring him back in full.

I think Aziraphale will be the same if he loses his memories for part of the story. There will likely be things he remembers without full context. It will be fun to see what those are. One scene I think foreshadows his memory loss in general is the one below but I go back and forth on what it might be suggesting regarding what of Crowley Aziraphale can remember at first. The mirrored storytelling we mentioned would mean it could go either way, really, but I can only think of one, other character who could genuinely be described as a skinny latte, can't you? lol

[saetgvia]

i like you a latte!

inspired by the very cold weather we're having here and my desire to curl up in an armchair with a good book and a hot chocolate.

barista!gaming x fem!reader, university au

✧ genre: it's supposed to be fluff. is it? let's see!!

✧ word count: 2.5k+ lol haha!!

✧ triggers: uh i say hell once (twice now), drinking mentioned once

✧ songs: espresso - sabrina carpenter, forever only - jaehyun

a/n: ok i know everyone's waiting for a spark update but LIKE COME ON IT'S WINTER i have to write this and how PERFECT is gaming for this like !!! also i made gaming taller than he is lol like 5'3?? no dude i need reader to be shorter than gaming

a/n after i've finished writing: did i say drabble? i lied.

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i. exam special

'Oh no. I'm so screwed.'

'You'll be FINE, dude. You've got this!'

You slump into your chair, a half-sigh, half-scream escaping from you and earning you more than a few confused looks from the people sitting in the library with you. The librarian sends you her fifth glare of the hour, and strides over, her heels clacking angrily on the tiled floor.

'You two. OUT!'

You look at your best friend, Kaveh, and you both stifle your laughs as you shove your stuff haphazardly into your backpacks and book it, chuckles slipping through as you step into the cold winter morning.

'How is it this cold?' Kaveh groans, frantically rubbing his arms trying to warm up. 'Come on Teyvat Uni, take it easy on us! We're literally feeding you money!'

You give him a deadpan gaze before snatching his phone out of his hand where it dangles precariously and jogging past him towards one of the buildings.

'This ought to warm you up!' you yell as you run down the steps into the campus quadrangle. The quadrangle is your favourite place in the entirety of TNU, not exactly a quadrangle but lined on three sides with on-campus cafes and stores and opened up on the fourth side to a rolling green lawn known affectionately as 'the lawn.' You know where you're going, but so does Kaveh, and he's faster than you, so you wind up at the door to your favourite cafe a few seconds behind your best friend, panting, as he plucks the phone from your hands with a grin. You roll your eyes, and step inside, groaning out a half coherent 'I need coffee,' before smiling at the barista at the counter.

'Alhaitham! Hey!'

The melodious tinkling of the door chimes has died down by now, and as you breathe in, you can't help but sigh contentedly at the delicious scent of coffee and chocolate, laced with cinnamon, that wafts into your nose.

'You'll take your usual I presume?' Alhaitham asks, wiping his hands on a checkered towel.

'Nope. The exam special please.' You answer as you slump into one of the bar stools sitting in front of the polished wooden counter. You've always liked how pretty the cafe is. Aptly named Oasis, the cafe oozes cozy from every corner. Its walls are toasty oak, hanging with art bought from vintage stores and donated by grateful students. Plants overflow from each corner, a bright splash of green, and warm lights hang from the ceiling above tables and the counter. They're on even during the day, the sunlight spilling from the windows dull and murky. As Alhaitham, the owner of the cafe, turns away to make the highly caffeinated drink, your eyes fall on an unfamiliar face wiping down a table near you. A brown-mahogany head, bopping along and humming softly to Sabrina Carpenter's Espresso that was playing through the speakers. As he straightened up, you could see his red shirt and grey pants hidden by a white apron with Oasis stitched into the corner in pretty green thread. His face is youthful, glowing with happiness even when there is only the hint of a smile on his face. There's something about him, his aura, that draws you in like a moth to a flame.

'Must be new,' you whisper to Kaveh, who nods, setting up with his notes and graphics calculator, eyes already glazed by calculus.

Alhaitham returns with your two exam specials, and you nudge Kaveh, who looks up and takes his drink.

'Cheers!'

'You know it's coffee, right? Why-'

'Just do it.'

Kaveh sighs before clinking his cup with your own and taking a sip before immediately hashashahshafaing and fanning his mouth because it was too hot.

'Al! Why did you make it so hot? You never make it this hot!'

You and Alhaitham are snickering at your friend's misfortune, and Alhaitham says, still laughing, 'It's freezing outside. It makes sense to make it this hot.'

Kaveh rolls his eyes, before leaning back over the counter with sparkling eyes and a knowing look in your direction. Throughout your chat, you'd been sneaking glances at the handsome barista. You'd thought Kaveh was too caught up in his work to pay attention, but apparently he's had his eyes on you the whole time.

'Who's that? Kaveh asks, gesturing towards the boy.

'Oh that? That's Gaming, my new hire.'

'WHAT? And you rejected my application?'

'Kaveh, we all know you'd set the kitchen on fire if you tried to cook,' you butt in.

'Exactly. And when a culinary major comes knocking, you don't turn them down, especially when you run a cafe!'

'A culinary major? Oh this is great! You've always wanted a guy who can cook!' Kaveh says a little too enthusiastically. Gaming, ears perking at the sound of his major, looks up from where he's fixing up some cushions and catches your eye. You wave, a little awkwardly, and he grins and waves back, his warm brown eyes friendly.

'Hi Gaming! Can I get your number?' Kaveh calls over your shoulder.

The coffee must be kicking in, you think, rolling your eyes inwardly.

'Ignore Kaveh, you don't have to'

'Oh no, it's alright, I'd love to! I'm always looking for new friends if that's okay with you?'

'Y-yeah. Give me your number?'

'HeY-' Alhaitham's hand shoots out to cover Kaveh's mouth, smiling pleasantly. 'Continue.'

You exchange numbers, and Gaming holds out his hand for you to shake.

'Hi, I'm Gaming. It's nice to meet you!'

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ii. oh no... finals

Ding!

You jolt out of your stupor to a message on your phone. You're studying for your visual effects final (yes, you're surprised it has an exam too!) and you've been staring at the problem set for at least five minutes now, too tired to go on. Your room is a mess, bedsheets rumpled, clothes hanging off your chair and slippers cast over the floor without a second thought. In the background, you hear the faint hum of Kaveh singing 'Forever Only' by Jaehyun, and you then hear the much louder ding of your phone going off with another message.

gaming: hey, u free?

you: no unfortunately

you: buried in mountains of exam revision

gaming: oh dude same! i was just gonna head to the library for a change of scenery

gaming: come with?

You think about it for a second.

you: yeah sure

you: not like i'm getting anything done here anyways

gaming: you live with kaveh, right? i'll come pick you up!

you: ...how do yk where i live...

you: this some stalker biz right here

gaming: NO omg i've been talking to kaveh too he told 😭

you: LOL okay

gaming: see you in 10?

you: see you in 10!

You stare at your problem set some more, before realising you should probably get ready to go to the library. You unceremoniously dump your things into a tote (it's your favourite bag; it has cute woodland animals eating dessert on it and you fell in love with it the first time you saw it hanging in the store) before changing out of your hoodie and trackpants into... a hoodie and jeans.

It's only a day at the library, you think, as you slip on your sneakers and check the time. 9:10AM it reads. Gaming should be here soon. Right on cue, your phone dings with a message from Gaming.

gaming: i'm here!

You hurry down the stairs, exit your apartment building to see a sleek black car with a familiar boy leaning against it. He has on a black hoodie and some grey cargos, this time with red and gold detailing down the side.

'Hey!' Gaming calls, waving excitedly.

'Hey!' you reply, hurrying over.

Gaming is surprised. He'd found you pretty at the cafe, in your pleated skirt and white top. But he finds you even prettier now, your hair escaping your ponytail and your hoodie sliding a little too far to the left.

'Gaming?' You wave your hand in front of his face, snapping him from his trance. He opens the passenger side door for you, exaggerating his movements as he bows you in, then jogs to the other side to get into his own.

Cute, you think, then scrunch up your face in confusion.

'You good there? VFX work getting to you again?'

You look at him again.

'How-'

'Kaveh.'

'Oh.'

You spend the drive to the library in comfortable silence, enjoying the music playing on the radio, and when you pull up to the building, you sigh reluctantly, having to get out of the toasty warmth of the car. As soon as you step outside, you shiver, and notice Gaming shivering alongside you.

'Oh god let's get into the library.'

Finally inside the library, you and Gaming grab a table as quickly as possible and pull out your laptops. You bring out your mouse to get some work done on your problem sets and Gaming brings out his pencil, scribbling away busily at something. You're glad that he doesn't try to converse with you. Not because you don't want to talk to him, but because you really need to do your work. A couple hours later, you speak.

'When's your first final?'

Gaming looks up, and answers you quietly.

'Next Wednesday, it's my practical.'

'Cooking, huh.'

'Yeah. You?'

'TOMORROW,' you groan. 'I really really need to get these done. But I'm so TIRED!'

Gaming looks thoughtful for a second, before springing up from his chair.

'Be back in a few okay? Stay here.'

You watch his quickly retreating figure, confused, but shrug it off to continue work.

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Gaming comes back in, holding two coffee cups. You've finished your problem set, and you're now stretching before starting on the worksheets for Calculus which you begrudgingly agreed to take with Kaveh. He sets one of the cups down in front of you, the amazing smell of coffee emanating from them.

'Caramel exam special!'

'What? How'd you know I like caramel?'

'Lucky guess.'

No it wasn't. He'd asked Alhaitham for your orders that weren't exam specials. He watched you take a sip, your face taken over by delight.

'This is so good. What the hell?'

Gaming lets out a sigh of relief, glad you liked it. You sipped it, then sipped it again, then kept drinking until it was gone.

'Ohhhh my god. I need like a million of these every day.'

'Here, have this one! You look like you need it more than I do.'

'Gee thanks,' you scoff playfully, taking the drink. 'You sure?'

'Yeah, go ahead!'

He needs the coffee too, but he'd gladly give it to you if that's what you wanted.

You and Gaming study together for another hour, and by 1PM, you're hungry and done with your VFX and calculus.

'Gaming, wanna grab lunch?'

'Yeah let's go, I'm feeling burgers.'

You grin. 'Hey, you read my mind!'

You get up, quickly sliding your laptop and worksheets into your tote and pushing your chair in, under the table. Gaming smiles, and you stop breathing for a moment. Eyes disappearing into crescents, his whole face aglow with happiness. His teeth peek out from beneath his lips and you feel a sudden, unexplainable urge to hold his hand. You shake it off when you notice him looking at you strangely, and pull out your phone.

'Takeout?'

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Gaming's gone now, and it's about 8PM. The time flew by so fast, you both spending all day laughing and eating and... actually getting work done. You hadn't talked to Kaveh all day, and he slouches into your room, a pout on his face.

'Heeeeeeeeeey! How could you ignore me for Gaming all day? I'm your best friend!'

'Well, Gaming actually helped me study.'

He helped you a little too well, actually. So well it was distracting. You still remember his warm hand brushing yours, his breath on your neck as he leaned over you and helped with some problem you had. This is crazy, you think. I met him two days ago. Two! I can't do this!

But somehow, you already are. You're developing quite the crush.

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iii. i think i love you

One year later...

You and Gaming have been friends for a year now. Best friends, actually, but nobody can really replace Kaveh. Gaming's grown to be more than a friend to you, and you've spent many a night giggling with Kaveh after you've had a little too much to drink. Kaveh is all for it, of course, and much to your dislike, keeps sending you very obvious winks and knowing glances. But anyways, you're meeting Gaming again, and you're dressed up very nicely in a white skirt and pink top, matching the cherry blossoms that are blooming down your street and throughout all of TNU.

'I'll see you in a bit Kaveh!'

You step out of your apartment building only to see Gaming waiting for you. He's fiddling with his fingers and he looks... quite nervous.

'Hey Gaming. You okay?'

You took his breath away. This year he's spent with you has been one of the best of his life, and every day he sees you, he falls deeper and deeper in love. So he's decided to take the chance, and let you know. He's always told himself to be honest, and he's not going to hide something from someone he cares about so much.

'Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go?'

You smile at him.

'Yeah.'

You get in his car, and drive down the lane lined with beautiful sakura. You're so busy looking at the flowers, but Gaming's looking at you. And the road. But also you. So when you stop at a beautiful park, pretty pink blooms mixed with pure white ones, it's safe to say you're enthralled. And Gaming's enthralled by you. He takes your hand, albeit nervously, and your cheeks flush as you softly intertwine your hands with his. His hands are warm, and yours slots into his so perfectly that you can't help but wonder if this is how it should be.

You're sitting under a gazebo, bright white with gold details climbing up the sides and quaint wooden benches for people to sit on. This is where you and Gaming are sitting, laughing your heads off at one of Gaming's kitchen stories. He's brought lunch, sandwiches that are delicious and dessert that's heavenly. Being friends with a culinary major certainly has its perks.

Friends. The word sits heavy in your heart.

Gaming breathes deeply. He's going to tell you. He's going to tell you. But first, the lake.

It's amazing, the lake. Smooth as a mirror, rippled only by ducks and their sweet little ducklings happily bobbing their way across the water.

'Wow...' you let out softly. The trees are framing the lake in shades of blush and pearl, and you think it might be the most beautiful thing you've seen in your life. Gaming thinks it's nice, sure, but in his eyes, you're the only thing he sees. And he has to tell you.

'Hey...'

'Hmm?'

'I like you.'

You blink. And then blink again.

'Come again?'

Gaming almost chickens out, but steels himself and says it again.

'I like you.'

You smile and then grin from ear to ear.

'What? Really?'

'Yeah.'

Gaming doesn't know what to make of your reaction... but from the way you're smiling, it seems... good?

'Um?'

'I like you too.'

This time, Gaming's the shocked one.

'What?'

'I like you too, doofus.

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[nomsfaultau]

(Potentially) Daily ask №6

Music edition!

Have you got a Fault playlist? Or a playlist for any of your works for that matter?

If the fault crew were songs, which songs would they be?

What style of music would each character listen to? Despite the fact that they probably don't have much time for it on the run

Enemy (the arcane version) animatic of fault. Yes or no. I won't be able to make it just got the idea

Slowly pushes Welcome home, Honey, Revived, Injustice/Voices (I couldn't choose cause voices is more epic but it's not rly about him is it) and Doomsday towards the crew just to see the reactions (presumably while explaining the concept of alternate universes)

Also update on the whole being afraid of insects and reading fault. I might have accidentally stopped being afraid of bees- which I think is an amazing confusing side effect

I use randomly generated playlists on YouTube when doing anything, so not really.

Got this one down! In this post that (I'll probably also rb) I discuss the top 3 songs I have for each character. But for bonus, I also like Sugar Pills by idkhbtfm for Phil since it captures his confusion/obsession/spiraling in the amnestic arc; Envy Green by the Arcadian Wild for Wilbur and his relationship with humanity; Ghosts by Danny Schmidt for Tommy. Not so much the part about killing the guy cheating on his wife, but it absolutely captures that guilt and self loathing, plus the extra juice of Tommy being both the hangman and the gallows. "If you've never touched someone you love/It'll burn them if you try"; and a general Razzmatazz by idkhbtfm for the Hallway Massacre/Foundation in general. I think it's about fame but it's also about fascism so idk. I mean the Foundation notoriously doesn't have a dictator but it checks off basically everything else.

Philza is probably really deep into some genre that died centuries ago and is like 'oh yeah you've never heard of it....it's really underground..' and people think he's a music snob but literally an avalanche wiped out the one village doing it, erasing all records. Tubbos' is very hectic given the Hivemind. There's definitely Disney princess songs in there for Jasmine which everyone just grits their teeth (..bees?) and deals with. Some old stuff from the 50s. Tends towards lowkey stuff. Tubbo canonically is bad at singing. The Blade canonically is a Swiftie. Or will be once that part is out. He avoids violent music bc the voices will ensure he literally never gets it out of his head. Tommy feels like he mostly listens to pop hits that are all on the billboard 100 list. Wilbur goes for literally anything. His exposure to music is mostly like. Walmart shopping tunes while he's robbing the place, so he doesn't exactly have an understanding of just how much is out there. But it adores creating its own music, and sings to calm itself down and control the void. Phil discovered the love and nurtured it by helping Wilbur get and learn a variety of instruments. The first was a woodwind Phil carved from cane. Wilbur's last mentioned instrument was a guitar with everyone's names written on it. Well. Besides the stuff the Foundation did...

ohhhhhhh yes. I can deffo see pieces of it. "Your words up on the wall as you're praying for my fall/And the laughter in the halls and the names that I've been called" with a shot of all the dehuminizing language used on the anomalies smeared in Tommy's Red, "The road is long, so put the pedal into the floor The enemy on my trail, my energy unavailable" capturing their constant fleeing, and just that leaving with "I'll never be a saint". Mmmmm delicious.

Mmmm dangerous games you're playing here with void madness, but I'll allow it. Welcome Home: Tommy finds it crushingly relatable. The part about colors turning Grey is a gut punch to him. I mean what hahhaha that guy is so depressed, he clearly can't be me.

Honey: Tubbo is just like. Muffin this other Tubbo clearly has nothing going wrong in their life- his? huh ok. Wait he isn't a bee?? Why is he so obsessed with honey then???? That's thievery. We're gonna sue.

Revived: Wilbur: .....this guy sounds like an edgy lil muffin. (Phil in the distance: mate you are an edgy lil muffin!) Shut up. Why is he so mad about dying? Like kinda inevitable with my -our?- lifestyle. And does this imply I'm going to die soon? (Phil: NOT ON MY WATCH). Whatever. The part about everything being mine sounds nice tho.

Injustice: At first The Blade is like uhhh this guy sounds a LOT like The Blood God and is on way too good of terms with the voices, but the line about yearning for peace wins him over, reframing it as purposeful violence in his eyes. He's entranced with the idea of committing violence as himself, almost.

Voices: The Blade: man it's like having a double dose of madness! Guys why can't you be cool like these voices? You never harmonize! Get good! These are clearly the superior voices. Also...am I really a scrawny pink haired nerd in that world?? bruuuuuuuh...

Doomsday: Philza: is it justice? I don't really know the context, but- (gets smacked by Tubbo) -ah, murder is illegal, even if it's rather effective at solving most prob-(SMACK) Ow! Muffining hell mate...I thought you were the one preaching that violence isn't the answer.

[kuiperror]

try the grey stuff its delicious, dont believe me? ask the bitches!

[the-fiction-witch]

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Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sweet

Concept Party Prep

I smiled as I stood in the kitchen humming my little tune as I stirred the batter for my cupcakes, I checked my timer seeing that it only had a few more minutes before the first batch of cookies needed to come out to cool. So of course our kitchen and pretty much the whole house now smelt of delicious baked goods, mostly vanilla being the strong scent and the strawberries I cut up earlier. The sweet sounds of the birds enjoying the bird feeder in the garden as I had the door open, I soon enough heard the unmistakable sound of feet rushing down our stairs eagerly and soon enough Thomas stood holding the door frame excitedly in his red socks, blue jeans and his bulky loose grey shirt his sleeves rolled up where he had been doing laundry last I heard from him.

"Cookies?" He asks excitedly

"Not yet" I told him and his excited smile dropped

"But I did all my chores"

"Very good, And you can have a cookie when they're ready" I laughed "They're not baked yet."

"But I like when they have a slight gooey center"

"Yes and you also like eating raw cookie dough but I'm not having you get salmonella again"

"Ah! For your information, I didn't get salmonella from cookie dough." He complained "It was from that badly cooked scrambled egg from that hotel"

"Still I'd really rather you not get it again we have guests coming this weekend" I remind him as I began filling the cupcake cases

"Why do we have people coming again?" He asks

"Really? You don't know why we're having a party?"

"We're fun people?"

"It's the coronation." I remind him

"Oh yeah"

"How could you forget?"

"Because I have had way more important stuff to do. What do you care?"

"Honestly I don't but it's a bank holiday so, party. And I like parties"

"Any excuse for you to bake and decorate"

"Exactly. I decorate for everything"

"I know. Never owned different cushion covers till I met you. Now we have seasonal pillows. Not even just for the holidays we have a set of cushions that are just winter but not yet Christmas"

"It's the November pillows"

"If you've bought specific coronation pillows for the sofa I'm going to stage an intervention y/n"

"They're not coronation themed. Just… British-themed. I got one with a corgi wearing a rain hat"

"And when are we ever going to use that again?"

"... Early spring when it gets rainy?"

".... Damn it. Fine."

"Yay." I giggled giving him a little kiss and put my cupcakes in the oven taking out the cookies

"Ummmm they do smell good" he smiled coming over already trying to steal one but I have his hand a slap with the spatula

"It's too hot. You'll burn your hand"

"Too hot? I change illuminated light bulbs, I work on still-running motorbikes, and I have on-set pyrotechnics. I can handle a little cookie" he says taking one "ahhhhhh! What the fuck do you have that oven on 2000000!" 

"Serves you right I told you not till they where done" I told him "Besides its nice to have people over to watch it. god knows its a fouer hour ceremony, plus we can all drink at ten am and take the piss out of the fancy ladies funny hats"

"Good point" he says running his hand under cold water "is that why there's like four cases of beer and wine in the garage?"

"all our family and friends are coming I wanted to be prepared" 

[lowfatmilk42]

Had a dream I thought was cool, and was a rare case of my dream making sense, so I’m gonna post it here.

I was walking around with this group of people, in this orange-grey modern building, in the stairway. We were looking for doors. There was only one in the stairway, one of the group members, the one who’d asked me to help the group find it, got really exited and went over to it. I don’t remember exactly what he said but it was something about how we can’t possibly expect what’s inside the task. How sometimes he’s gone into these places and there’s been no oxygen, or there’s been an entire room on fire.

He has a beard and the eyes of someone who has faced death too many times, he is quite clearly unwell, but he opens the door and we all follow him. We enter into a dilapidated sort of outdoor stadium looking thing, four sides of concrete slab seats, each with a single door like ours at the top row, surrounding a massive raised pool with a table with some stuff in the middle. The table and stuff looked kind of like a still life. The distance between the sides was such that I barely could see the other side, and if there were people I couldn’t see them. On all of the seats there laid skeletons, wearing tattered clothes, holding sodas and popcorn buckets, all seemingly died simultaneously and without struggle, all just slumped over in their chair. Despite this, it looks, feels, and smells like an autumn afternoon. There is a small plastic table on front of us where there lay several small paper bowls filled with a sort of corn and grain bowl. The bearded man says he has been in this one before, not disappointed but instead suddenly anxious and on-guard. He instructs us all to grab some food and take our seat. I do so, finding a seat amongst the corpses of the crowd, and the bearded man tells us to “play dead, like them” referencing the crowd. I try my best to do so while still sneaking bites from the food I took. It is fairly delicious, but basic, with little complexity to the flavor besides some lime juice, salt, and cilantro.

I hear someone loudly whisper “stop!” And I immediately go back to playing dead, slumping over and closing my eyes. I do this for an unknown amount of time. I think about whether this is truly a trial at all or if this is some separate entity, a “cosmic coincidence” I specifically think. Then I hear something, far away, so I open my eyes. Since this dream already seems like bad house of leaves fanfiction I might as well just refer to it as the Minotaur. The Minotaur is large, but very lanky. Through my half closed eyes I can make out it’s form, walking among the stands on the left face of the stadium. It is about 12-14 feet tall and is covered in grey fur. It looks quite similar to modern depictions of wendigo, but the upper torso is bulbous, nearly a circle atop this tower of stick and bone. It’s head is almost sunken into its torso, like the head of an echidna, with a long, fanged snout jutting out. It’s eyes, from what I could see, were two small spheres on either end of the mouth which shifted through monotone colors. It seems to have entered the trial silently after a certain amount of time. I do not know how long he’s been there or if he came through the doors at all. As I said, it was searching though the crowd, likely for players. I tried to find if there were any people that were alive in that section, but it was so far away and my eyes were still mostly closed, I couldn’t tell the living from the dead. I started sweating, thinking our group was the only one that entered, that he’d find his way over to me eventually, but then the Minotaur stopped and looked at a seat next to him and, with unnatural speed and power, snapped up a living player in its jaws, lifting him up, making many chomps to loosen up his meal and break its bones, then ate his entire meal whole, the bloody mass of my fellow player sliding down his mouth and into the great form which stood victorious. Blood littered a significant portion of that part of the stands, the dark red staining the crumbling, mossy concrete and corpses long since deceased.

The Minotaur produces a shrill shout, which lasts for nearly a minute. I almost lose my nerve, I only remember sitting a few rows away from the door, I could have a decent chance if I make a break for it. This is proven incorrect when the Minotaur stops his howl, and pounces into the set of stands I’m in, moving faster than my eyes could track him. He does not kill anyone, he instead looks for the door that’s on this side and, when he finds it, he leaves, twisting and breaking his body to fit through, leaving audible cracks and snaps. He does leave quickly, however, and the door closes behind him.

The tension I, and probably the other people were feeling left as soon as that door closed. I remember being told that they never come back through once they’ve left. I stand up, dropping my food, and start to walk to the door. A skeleton moves as I pass him, grabbing my arm tightly. It is not a skeleton, but the bearded man. He tells me to wait, and I do, because I now remember that the Minotaur left the same way we came in. I sit back down and wait for an indeterminate amount of time. After some time I leave through the door. Some follow me, others don’t, when I leave I’m back in the stairwell where I began and I start to go down the stairs to go back home. I have completed this trial, yet I am still anxious for my next one, when it eventually comes. I wake up after walking down a few floors.

Was gonna turn this into sorta a short story thingie but don’t have the time to write rn, also I have no idea how this website works so sorry if dreamposting is frowned upon here.

[allaboutthatvvase]

Getting the cow inside was... Not an issue, really. The door was built for him, so that was no problem, and despite the mass weighing down his middle he wasn't *entirely* incapable of getting the massive farm animal gripped and moved- and the weight was of course, no issue.

But as he slowly sashayed into the hive, feeling his enormous, swollen belly sway with every step, sloshing faintly as the partially digested contents were disturbed, the whole wobbly mass slapping his thighs... As the smell of cooked beef wafted into his nose, and he struggled to keep a grip on the thing without dropping it? It really, really hit him what a task he'd set himself up for.

Sausage, pizza, tuna, cheese, chocolate statue, melon, boar... None had been too much trouble, but this? If he had a limit, he'd find it here, almost certainly. And honestly? Thinking about it as he dropped the bovine onto a table by his couch, as he stretched, felt his enormous gut rub his shins before he plopped down?

He was excited

Squeezed between the armrests of his fat ass throne, he turned to the cow, grabbed it and pulled it toward himself, taking one final deep breath before opening wide and getting started.

And dignity in his previous self stuffings of the evening was entirely gone almost immediately. Jaws at their limit, he had to take several attempts at the beast before getting a really good start on it, salivating against its cooked flesh as he kept rotating and trying again, made all the more excited by the brief flirtations with flavor his tongue made against the glazed skin of the feast. But finally he had a solid hold on it, and his quest could start in earnest.

Like a foolish anaconda seeing a chance to swallow a mighty crocodile, heedless of the difficulty, he began to gulp down the beast, fighting a battle of inches as he struggled to work it down his throat. Grey skin bulged as he exerted every muscle in his throat, pleasured moans and whines of exertion escaping his lips in equal measure as he pushed and shoved the monster meal down his gullet. His whole body became engaged in the voracious act of gluttony, thighs wobbling, ass shaking as he squirmed and wriggled, even his bulge throbbing against his packed belly in excitement at the sheer excess of what he was doing, sweat standing on his skin all over as he worked to swallow this final challenge.

The sheer size of the creature was made abundantly clear when it started to bow out the top of his gut before hed even finished getting all of it down, slipping inch by inch into the gurgling pit of gluttony, swelling it even farther. Were eridan prone to shame he might balk at the pitiful whimpers and whines constantly leaking from the scant space they could escape between his lips and his meal- but he wasn't, and embraced fully the ecstatic pleasure and discomfort of his conquest, reveling in every feeling of total and complete hedonistic consumption, from the stretching of his gut, to the welling of small tears of effort in his eyes.

But it would not last forever. With a final, mighty swallow, the cow was sent to its final rest, his lips closing, throat bulging one last time as it slid into his belly with enough force to nearly throw him forward, completing the menagerie of delicious meals inside his enormous, round gut. He couldn't quip, couldn't look at the camera and spout of off some cocky, victorious line; all he could do was groan, release a heavy, contented sigh, and collapse back against the couch, hands crawling over his belly like twin grey spiders, squeezing and kneading the mass until he uttered a final, delirious, room shaking "bwwooooUUUUUUOOOORORRUUUP"

Then it was over, and all that was left was the running stream, focused on the grey mountain of stuff fleshed, occasionally wobbling as eridan groped and squeezed it. He certainly wouldn't be getting up to turn it off- not for a while, at least.

[schmem14]

15 Questions | 15 People

Rules: Answer these 15 Questions, then Tag 15 People (LOL no way I tag 15 people, but I’ll try)

No one tagged me, this just looked fun and I’m avoiding things while my minions watch Wall-E

1. Are you named after anyone? No because I’m the middle child. Which means I have the most popular girl name for the year I was born. YAY. 😬

2. When was the last time you cried? Last night. Mr. Schmem and I were having a pointless argument and I got very emotional. Don’t worry, we’re all good now, but splitting hairs when I’m in a bad mood is what I do best. 

3. Do you have kids? Oh, you mean, minions that look like kinda like me and talk back incessantly? why yes, I do believe I have some of those wandering under foot. 

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? When I’m pissed off, absolutely. I become a sarcastic hissing cat and I kind of hate that about myself, but it’s a coping mechanism and it gives me a dopamine high to be a bitch sometimes. 

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?  It’s mostly subconscious and I’m a human so I definitely judge the book by its cover, at least for a millisecond before I decide whether to keep being judgmental, or feed myself the override codes. 

6. What’s your eye color? Blue, but not the pretty kind. The murky, grey-ish blue that looks blaaaahhh/colorless from far away. You have to get up REAL CLOSE to appreciate the shade of blue. Mr. Schmem likes it though, so that’s good. 

7. Scary movies or happy ending? Both. There is a time and a place, they are equally satisfying in their own context.   

8. Any special talents? Monkey see, monkey do. I’m one of those “jack of all trades, master of none” people who picks up new skills and tinkers with them until I feel like I’ve gotten what I wanted out of them before moving on. I think it’s my way of coping with the fact that I’m not much of a traveller (not ‘cause I don’t wanna be, but because of my adorable minion baggage and the fact that I’m a broke ass millennial.)

9. Where were you born? St. Louis, Missouri. I’ve lived a lot of places, though and I don’t remember it well. 

10. What are your hobbies? Outside of fandom??  Sourdough baking. Quilting. Knitting. Sewing. Hiking. Yoga. Reading. (I do 50 about books a year in addition to fic reading). Netflix and Chill. Cooking delicious food that my minions refuse to eat. Decluttering my house (I am an optimistic minimalist enthusiast who is always battling with holiday and birthday gifts and the thousands of papers they send home with minions from school.) Painting, sometimes, but abstract, not figure/portrait stuff. 

11. Do you have any pets?  No. Allergies out the wazoo here. Best we could do if we wanted is a reptile, amphibian, or fish. Hard pass on all of the above. 

12. What sports do you play/have you played? I suck at sports, mostly because I have no interest in them. If I did have an interest, I’m confident I could learn. I will not play volleyball though, under any circumstances. Too many broken glasses. 

13. How tall are you? 5'7″

14. Favorite subject at school? Science, specifically the life variety. Don’t even try to talk Physics to me. Oh! and I LOVED Statistics, surprisingly. 

15. Dream job? Since I burnt out as an educator, I’m literally open to anything flexible, that pays, and that I can put down at the end of the day and not think about until tomorrow. (mental health reasons)

Tags (feel free to ignore or participate!!): @the-francakes @sliebman10 @coconutice22 @broomsticks @defaultchaos1 @nanneramma @peachpety @lumosatnight @eggbagelsjr @millennialgrandma @eevans22 @dodgerkedavra @thebrokequill @emberandrain @holygnocchi 

I think that’s 15 but if I missed you, participate anyways and tag me so I can learn more about you! <3

[max-the-many]

Fitting like a glove...

Its always so satisfying to put on a set like that. He wore a loose t-shirt when we saw him at the gym along with grey sweatpants, slamming massive weights. His stamina was impressive! This rather tall, rough dude pumping on and on, his surely tight ass bending as he reached for the bar.

My mind literally was spinning, imagining to just go over, reaching around, diving into his pants, stroking up to feel his surely impressive shape.

I must have stood there, just staring at him for longer than would be appropriate as Jamie hit me out of my thoughts at some point.

"Come on. Don't be silly"

So we went on with our own excercises, though I couldn't help but watch him further.

Then finally he seemed to be finished, heading towards the lockers with some last looks in the mirror, flexing those guns.

So I followed closely, almost bumping into him when he looked at his wrist. Unfortunately the lockerroom wasn't empty. So I kept my eye on him, went to my locker as he turned to his in another row. I quickly gathered my stuff for the showers before looking for him, trying not to be too noticable. He still was undressing, lifting his shirt when I peaked around the corner, revealing some true cobblestone muscles if u could ever call any.

He had his locker in the last row, beeing alone in that one while the room was still rather busy. My pulse raised more and more, that body, that strengh, this hunk getting undressed right before my eyes!

In a moment of rush I suddenly headed forward, just having a towel around my waiste, a syringe tightly held against it, quickly walking towards him to get behind, looking around one final second before I rammed the syringe into his hips as he bent forward to untie his shoes. It was crazy as someone could turn the corner at every moment!

So with a racing heart I turned him around to get him sitting on the bench infront of the lockers in hopes that this wouldn't be too suspicious. He gotta rest, right?

So I sat besides him, bervously looking around, eventually sneaking a finger or two onto those insane pecs. It felt so good! A little sweaty, soft yet meaty, a slight whiff of sweat going up my nose, wanting to reach for his crotch so bad!

I sat there for several minutes, already feeling his firm getting weak as he sat there, looking down with an empty face.

"What is this?" a voice hit me, letting me spin around in shock. Shit! What should I do! Am I...

I sughed out in relieve when I saw Jamie.

"Are you crazy! Did you just..." he wondered, quickly developing a satisfied smile.

"Is he..." he started, walking closer, examining that motionless hunk "of cause he is. Dude, that's bonkers! And... absolutely delicious" he added as he reached down to bounce those pecs. "And it seems like he is almost ready."

He looked down at the guy, this mountain of manliness, debating on what to do next.

"Go see if we are safe"

I looked at him. Did he really wanna do what I thought. But I followed his request. And as I looked around the corner, nobody was to be seen. So I nodded, seeing Jamie already starting to undress before he put up the guy, or rather, the hull if him as he more likely resembled a rubber statue of himself, light and flexible while his sweatpants and shoes fell to the floor with a gentle shake.

Although I should have been watching the room further I couldn't resist helping to undress him further, stepping forward to grab the white, tight boxerbriefs, pulling tgem down to reveal a nice, dangling set of junk, pulling it further down until I undid his socks along the way.

"Quick" I then just said before I resumed the corner of the lockers again. Still noone to be seen, although I heared some voices.

As Jamie still held that suited guy infront of him he couldn't stop smiling, eventually creating an opening in his broad back as I nodded impatiently.

I gulped in anticipation as he started to get in, holding him down to put his left foot in, slipping into him like it was some trousers.

Seeing the muscular leg of that guy filling up just gave me another gulp until his toes wiggled, filled up with Jamies. Same then with the other leg until he pulled him up on his hips, causing that nice equipment to dangle like crazy until he pulled it over his own set, giving it quite some bone while I was well aware of my own excitement.

Again I was drawn out of my amazement of watching that svcene, having those voices coming to attention again. Was that the door?

Jamie proceeded, pulling up those chiseled abs, sliding his arms into those guns, lastly placing the abs right on top of his own.

At that point I gave into my craving again, stepping towards him to feel those pecs, squeezing them and giving him a quick kiss before I stepped back again.

Now it was just the face and I looked around the courner again as Jamie pulled it over, having me going back to kiss him again, feeling that face, placed slightly off as he closed the suit, as I felt his body, those mzscles on his smaller body.

But the changes already commenved, the alteration of his body, growing, filling out that suit, that guy, merging while I felt exactly that, transforming from him, wearing that suit to him, basically beeing that guy, indistinguable, inseperable, feeling the transition in lustful kisses, craving touches, feeling him getting bigger until he cleared his throught.

"Well, honey, I sure did see you staring at me the whole time" he said with a deep baritone, perfectly fitting this hunk of a man, sending a shiver throughout my whole body, leaving me with giving in to yet another deep kiss.

"Get a room!" I suddenly heared a rather annoyed voice behind us, belonging to a guy standing at the end of the lockers as we might have been a little less cautious once Jamie was ready.

But Jamie didn't seem to bother at all, developping a wide grin "Wanna join?"

And as I turned around, seeing a rather well sighted guy looking around the corner just with a towel around his hips, I sure thought that he would in one way or another...

Your new bed when you said yes to his proposal.

[barrymccaulkinem]

try that grey stuff. its delicious. dont believe me? ask the dishes!

[abominationvault]

Session 1: Sat 24 June 2023

The town of Otari is known for its lumber, and its slide-like innovations which are used to get the lumber on board ships.

We meet in Wrin’s Wonders. Wrin is a half elf tiefling, like Nadia. She is from a village that was attacked by demons. She set up shop here because she collected so much shit it got too heavy to carry it with her all the time. She says she doesn’t like being inside buildings. She also doesn’t like corners, hence her outdoor shop:

She draws our attention to an object that we can’t quite see. Nadia thinks she can see a faint blue glow above the trees to the north west. She points it out to the others.

Are we aware of the history of this town? There’s a nursery rhyme…

500 years ago in Absalom there was a powerful magical family. They were prominent in society but had made pacts with great evil. Youngest scion was called Valkora. Family’s secrets discovered and family thrown out of city. Moved here. V. built a lighthouse and swore revenge on Absalom. A party of adventurers followed and killed her. Party rogue was lost in process.

In time Valkora will return, according to legend…

Wrin has been out there, there are definitely ruins. The lighthouse is supposed to be ruined, it hasn’t been active in hundreds of years. So what is the blue glow…? Would we be happy to go and investigate it? Joto doesn’t want to go near water. Skabb whispers in Grabby-Cat’s ear and they both nod. Sprocket asks what a lighthouse is. Skabb offers Joto a treat; he agrees to go. Luna makes up her mind to be difficult about it next time we are asked to go somewhere, in order to be offered a treat.

We follow the path she points us toward for about 20 minutes and find ourselves in marshland. Skeeters, yuck. Ruins in the marsh. Foggy and dim, even though it’s early morning. Above is a monument - a lighthouse. Skabb expects corpses floating in the water.

Skabb sneaks forward and hides in the bushes. She finds a tasty slug. Hartvig goes and looks at the doors; they look rotten. The frame collapses in as soon as he touches the handle. Mould and mildew, green and black smears on the walls. Collapsed chairs, foul-smelling grey lumps. Cobwebs festoon the ceiling.

Joto opens the other door to similar effect. Sprocket asks Hartvig for a biscuit; sadly he doesn’t have any. We do have a few days’ worth of provisions from Wrin. Sprocket announces that he has to eat food because he’s magical, and not clockwork; and he gives Hartvig a shin-hug.

We all stealth forward.

We hear high-pitched squeaking; it seems to be talking to us. There is a lot of giggling. Joto looks around.

Hartvig recognises the grey stuff as mitflit dung. These are distant cousins of goblins:

Skabb hides behind Hartvig’s legs, and sneaks a treat into his pocket. She is spotted by the mitflits! She can understand the squeaking. The mitflits invite her to partake of the delicious grey 'pixie mud' on the floor! Skabb laughs and tells them she’s a fairy, and she has some fairy mud for them to try. Do pixies like these slugs? She holds one up. More ‘pixie mud’ is slung at her from above.

“The fucking cheek.”

Among the spiderwebs above, she can make out shapes; she thinks these might be the mitflits. They are about fifteen feet up. She casts Tanglefoot to try and capture one. She doesn’t want to hurt it, only grab it. Her attack misses, though. There is a yelp, and now that the voices have stopped pretending to be pixies, they are deeper, guttural.

Skabb hears, “Nasty fat fairy tried to catch me!”

Skabb has found her people; she might just stay here.

Initiative!

Skabb tries to intimidate one of the mitflits into telling her who they are working for. It works; Boss Squong?

Skwarng?

Skrawng.

Skabb kills the last one. Yay! She takes its eyeballs in case Grabby-Cat gets hungry.

She nips out the front door and grabs some dirt, making it into a plaster. It helps wounds to heal. It doesn’t work, but Hartvig casts Heal on everyone. He looks in his pocket and finds an unexpected treat; he gives it to Sprocket.

[thedisneychef]

Delicious and Nutritious Coconut Rice: Recipes and Tips

Delicious and nutritious coconut rice is a popular dish that is enjoyed in many parts of the world. This flavorful rice dish is made by cooking white rice in coconut milk and adding a variety of herbs and spices to create a delicious and aromatic flavor profile. Coconut rice is not only a delicious addition to any meal, but it is also a healthy and nutritious option, as coconut milk contains healthy fats and essential nutrients. Whether served as a side dish or as a main course, coconut rice is sure to satisfy your taste buds and provide you with a healthy and satisfying meal. In this context, we can explore the benefits of coconut rice and its ingredients and how it relates to a healthy diet. First, let me start off by really emphasizing the absolute awesomeness of this recipe. This is, hands-down, one of the best rice recipes I’ve ever had.  It’s delicious, moist, the coconut flavor is obvious without being overwhelming. Honestly, my mouth is watering at the thought of this dish. Four servings didn’t last a day in this house. It was awesome warm, it was awesome cold, it reheated really well and it was gorgeous to look at. More Delicious Recipes You Will Love: - Try the Flavorful Coconut Almond Chicken at Kona Cafe - Boma Cola Barbecue Sauce Recipe: African-Inspired Dish - Make Your Own Copycat Recipe of The Grey Stuff Second, in a week of intimidating recipes, this one was one I was really nervous about.  While I’m happy to say that I can cook pretty much everything, rice constantly gives me trouble.  I overcook it, I undercook it, it sticks to the pan, it burns, it doesn’t fluff, it sinks…  You name any possible issue with rice, I’ve had it and probably sometime in the last 6 months.  Rice and I just don’t get along.  I thoroughly anticipated screwing this dish up. However, as with most things, I worried myself for no reason.  This recipe is, dare I say it, foolproof.  Even for those who are so cursed with rice as I seem to be.  I even forgot to set the timer and I managed to not mess it up.  I think that’s saying something. Of course, this makes a great side dish which I served with lemon cinnamon chicken (my own recipe, not a Disney one) and another recipe that I’ll share more about tomorrow.  I made no changes to this recipe, other than leaving out the cilantro because I had none available. Conclusion After trying out different recipes, we can confidently say that Delicious and Nutritious Coconut Rice is a delicious and healthy side dish that is perfect for any occasion. This dish is a perfect blend of fragrant basmati rice, creamy coconut milk, and aromatic spices, creating a flavorful and satisfying dish that pairs well with a variety of main dishes. The dish is also a great source of fiber, vitamins, and minerals, making it a nutritious addition to any meal. Whether you're a fan of Indian or Thai cuisine or simply looking for a delicious and healthy side dish, the Delicious and Nutritious Coconut Rice recipe is definitely worth a try. Additionally, the recipe can be easily adapted to suit your tastes, allowing for endless variations and possibilities. So, if you're looking for a fun and delicious way to add some healthy and flavorful options to your meals, be sure to give the Delicious and Nutritious Coconut Rice recipe a try. With its perfect balance of flavors and nutritional benefits, this dish is sure to become a staple in any home cook's repertoire. In addition to the delicious food and recipes, Disney World is also known for its unique dining experiences, such as character dining and themed restaurants. Whether you want to have breakfast with Mickey Mouse, dine in a replica of a sci-fi drive-in theater at Hollywood Studios, or enjoy a meal with an ocean view at the Coral Reef Restaurant in Epcot, there's something for everyone. And with the help of Recipes Today and the How to Make category, you can even recreate some of these magical dining experiences in your own home. So why not start planning your next Disney-inspired meal or dining experience today? Read the full article