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|| You know that your "Delicious in Dungeon AU" is looking good when the sketch of one of the ocs looks like this: ||
(PS: the yellow thing is the symbol of the Goddess Hekate btw)
|| DAMN HORIKOSHI, WHY DID YOU HIDE THIS DIVA?!?!?! ||
(Insert Oc)
|| Ok, since almost no one sees my Tumblr (and since almost no one sees my Wattpad story ಥ‿ಥ) I think it's okay to share a future scene from my story here! ||
(Also, I haven't made a post since November, (literally since last year), so I have to post something to keep the account from dying-)
↑ Reference used in the drawing here! ↑
“When is this pink haired bitch going to shut up?”
I don’t really like hospitals.
FLAMINGOES FOR BREAKFAST
Hot topic’s favorite employee: Dakota!!
CATHERINE AND DAKOTAAAAAAA!!
Flower power!
You probably shouldn’t listen to him
Cooking for dummies (Pt 1)
TW: Fluff, slight angst (Mentions of loss of a loved one)
Hosting a get-to-together for all the ladies on the block was not how Lauren planned her weekend. But being accepted by her neighbours was a must. To add on her already ginormous load, Avery, her teenage neighbour showed up, begging for help.
Help for what?
Cooking of course!
Ms. Chandler was feeling quite stressed this particular evening. The mix of aromas coming from various dishes in the kitchen was starting to become more and more nauseous.
Her normally cozy kitchen was now feeling uncomfortable to be in as all the dishes cooked simultaneously. The pile of silverware in the sink did not make her feel any better. The thought of having to clean that up just added to tension building in her forehead.
Unfortunately for her, she was chosen to host the monthly gathering for all the fellow neighbourhood ladies. She always thought the idea of having one person to prepare a feast for about 10 people (and that was only counting the invited ladies) was highly inefficient but who was she to speak out on the neighbourhood’s traditions?
She only moved in a year ago, and wasn't as close with the other ladies on the block. This was her chance. To finally be a part of the inner circle which she so desperately craved.
Before she could even worry about the other recipes she had to cover, the doorbell interrupted her thoughts.
Ringggggg!
She groaned audibly. ‘I swear if it’s Kimberly.’ She hated the lady on 143. Her passive aggressive tactics always got to her one way or another. Always showing up early to events to shame her, constantly trying to one-up everyone on the block, god how she hated that lady.
She rolled her eyes, ready to hear the sickly sweet voice of her favorite neighbour.
“Hey Kimb- Oh, it’s you, Avery dear.”
The scowl on her face immediately softened at the sight of the sixteen year old boy standing nervously on her doorstep.
“Hello Ms. Chandler.”
“You can call me Lauren dear.”
She hated to see the poor kid so miserable and nervous all the time now. Her heart ached at the sight of his now prominent eye bags and his constantly wet tear ducts.
Of course, the reason was obvious, the poor boy had just lost his mother, leaving Avery in charge of his two younger siblings.
She had held back a sob at the news, she wasn’t particularly close to Michelle but she was a joy to be around and she always had this mischievous glow to her that was a breath of fresh air compared to the kill joys this neighborhood was inhabited by.
Michelle had always made her feel welcome, even if it was in subtle, minute ways. When she had first arrived she never bombarded her with loads of freshly baked goods and leftovers like the others, their pity for the new single woman on the block barely contained. Their assumptions that she wasn’t able to take care of herself made her clench her knuckles till they turned white.
Michelle was never like that however. Whenever she took notice of the smell coming out the window of Lauren’s house at dinner time, she would always ask her next day for the recipe before she dropped her kids off to school. It always made her feel warm inside, the appreciation.
The other women soon lost interest in the new-comer and started to converse with her less and less. Michelle soon started to invite her over, often having baking sessions together, getting to know her children better.
Maybe she was close to Michelle.
—-
“Uhm, I’m sorry to bother you but, i'm kind of in need of a..”
He trailed off, sighing loudly, muttering sorrys under his breath. He tapped his foot against the cement anxiously, his usual charm which he inherited from his mother gone.
She nodded, beckoning him to continue.
“How do I say this… a cookbook?”
His voice cracked at that last bit, his eyes immediately shutting closed, scrunched in cringe. She couldn't help but smile. All of this over a cookbook?
“A cookbook?”
“Uh, yeah. I’ve kind of realized I can’t just keep feeding Fred and Kat fast-food for every meal and I don’t know how to cook, but you’re really good, so I thought I'd ask you.”
He fumbled at the jumbo multi-colored bracelets on his wrists. She distinctly remembers being there, when his sister Frederick made them in the living room, scattering the beads all over the floor, while her brother Catherine groaned before bending down to pick them up from the carpet. Avery had laughed at the time, slumping on the couch, not even moving a muscle to help his younger brother.
He never really showed it much, at least to his siblings, but he took his job as elder brother very seriously and him showing up on her doorstep was proof.
She really, really wanted to help.
“Okay…”
She nodded slowly, going through her mental library of cookbooks that would be easy enough for Avery to follow and healthy enough for Frederick and Catherine to eat repeatedly.
“Wait, give me a minute Avery!”
She went back in, scouring through the shelf in the living room to find the book she was looking for. She flicked through each volume that were haphazardly stacked, separated by random snow globes she had collected throughout the years.
‘Moro: The cookbook? No.’
‘Single Malt Whiskey: An Italian Passion- Hell no'.
‘Bread of Three Rivers: The Story of a French Loaf- No, just, just no.’
‘The Minimalist Cooks Dinner: More Than 100 Recipes for Fast Weeknight Meals and Casual Entertaining- Maybe? Yeah no- nevermind.’
Ah. There it was. ‘The taste of home’.
She held the magazine, dusting the cover off. She was skeptical of the magazine, she only tossed it into her cart because it was on sale. It wasn’t her usual style, but it would be simple enough for a teenager to understand.
The name made Lauren flinch a little, feeling as if it would add salt to Avery’s already open wound.
She pushed the thought down, walking back to the door. She pushed the door open slightly. Avery was still there, waiting politely.
“Here Avery, I think this suits you guys well. Tell me if you have any issues.”
She handed him the book. He studied the cover for a while, cocking his head to the side like a tiny puppy who’s seen something for the first time. It was pathetically adorable.
“Thank you so, so much Lauren. I really needed this, I don’t know how to repa-”
“AVERYYYYY!”
He was cut off by a yell coming from the direction of his house. He groaned, rolling his eyes, muttering under his breath how he was going to kill Catherine.
“Give me a minute!”
He yelled back in the same direction, yelling even louder than the person who was presumably Catherine.
“Sorry, I’ve gotta go, thank you!”
He scurried off, yelling while running through the lawn.
After waving goodbye, she sighed loudly, slamming the door shut. She slumped onto the floor, staring at the mess of dishes spread throughout her kitchen. Lauren groaned.
Now to get back to her own mess.
Writing Masterlist!
OC fanfic:
Late night adventures with your friend (In progress)
Summary:
In the summer of 1999, Avery and Evan sneak out in the middle of the night to break in to the neighbourhood pool. Avery's excited, and Evan is... kind of not. Spending all that time with Avery? Alone? Ugh...
TW: Sort of suggestive, mostly fluff, experimentation in sexuality.
Late night adventures with your friend (Part one)
... To be continued
The warmth of his flesh: (Completed one-shot)
Summary:
Hyacinth can't help herself, she really can't! She wants to consume her lovers' flesh and she hates herself for it. What was she think of course he's going to say no! He's going to be so disgusted, what if he reports he- What? He said yes? He said he'd be honoured to?
Oh...oh.How very lovely.
TW:
Cannibalism (no gore actually described, just.. subtle descriptions? Probably could make you queezy idk) This is my first time writing a fic, so critique is welcome! :)
NOT A KINK/FETISH!! (i'm not weird trust)
I specifically wrote this for school in like 1 hour after the submission time so it's rushed... uh yeah that's it from me! :))
The warmth of his flesh (A one-shot)
Drabbles:
(1) Avery begrudgingly cuddles Evan in Florida heat
(Credits to @bernardsbendystraws for the super cute dividers!)
Pretty girl alt version
Pretty pretty girl
AAAAA LEAVE ME ALONE
REBRANDING
Chat I might just be rebranding to Lil Tart, which is what I go by on other platforms. Say bye bye to gothic vibes and say hello to an unfiltered zest fest!!
Late night adventures with your 'friend' (Pt 1.)
TW: Suggestive, Evan question his sexuality by experimenting with his 'friend' *wink wink* (Idk where I'm going with this one chat.)
A glimpse into Avery and Evan's past.
It's 1999 in Reseda, California, and safe to say, it's hot. So what better way is there to cool off than by going to the pool? A good idea, it would have been, if it was day time.
But no, Avery had different plans.
Now Evan's questioning his life decisions at exactly 11:23 PM, watching his 'friend' scale the wall of a flimsy fence to get into a locked pool. He's sort of scared.
It's not the idea of getting caught he's afraid of, oh no. He's afraid of what he might do, spending all that time alone with Avery.
“I’m not so sure about this, Avery.”
Evan glanced at the CLOSED AFTER 5:00PM sign that was stuck on the wired fence, before glancing back at his watch, which read 11:22 PM.
It was safe to say that the pool was closed.
That didn’t stop Avery from attempting to scale the fence of the closed off pool, though. Keep in mind, attempting.
He cringed, watching his friend continue to misplace his foot, slip, and flail his legs around for the third time in a row. It was horrifically entertaining.
Avery huffed, his breath heavy. “Trust me on this one Evan, I’ve done this tons of times.” He took a deep breath before resuming his attempt to break in.
Evan sighed, slumping his back on to the flimsy wired fence, which caused Avery to slip once again, which he didn’t seem to notice.
“We should just head back to yours, I’m kind of craving some of your mom’s home cooked meals right now.”
Evan did not want to stay here any longer. He was kind of getting creeped out, the soft blue light emanating from the pool contrasting the pitch dark they were surrounded by. Even the sidewalk seemed ominous. The sidewalk lamps were dimly light, most flickering from the lack of care. The flash light Avery gave did not comfort him.
“As if!” Avery scoffed.Now having made some progress, he sat on the top of the fence, his hands placed beside him on the cold metal pipe that was providing him with support. “I know you’re just gonna to try to hit on my mom, you ass!”
Evan cheeks burned red, his lie caught, turning his back to Avery in embarrassment at the accusation. “Shut up! You can’t blame me for wanting to stay at home!”
Avery rolled his eyes at his friend, slowly hopping off the pipe, carelessly placing his foot on weak wire.
“C’mon, it’ll be rad, trust me-” CRASH.
Evan turned around, his eyes wide, searching for Avery on the top of the fence, who was nowhere in sight. He panicked before hearing Avery’s cracked voice.
“I’m fine!”
Evan looked down, seeing Avery sprawled upon the floor. He probably lost his footing attempting to climb down. Maybe wearing flip flops was a bad idea Avery.
“Dumb ass.”
The tanned boy stood up, dusted his crusty jorts with a bloody knee that was quite visible. He gave a thumbs up to his friend on the other side, which was met with an eye roll.
“Just open the damn gate dude.”
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(I can’t take these buffoons seriously and I don’t feel like making proper art)
tumblr was made for my flavor of neurodivergence
also does anyone have brainrot as a vocal stim because i can’t stop saying “what the gyatt”
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This picture is me trying to convince you to read my blog!!:
When (not if) you read my analysis, you will REEEAAAALLLLYYYYYYYY see how passionate I am about my silly little characters.
This whole blog will just be me yapping a lot :/
Hope you enjoy!!