So I’m trying to save like mad for RTX, so that we can actually eat when we’re down there, so I totally revamped the shop! It’s got a whole new layout that I think is a lot easier to navigate. Plus I added a really great summer sale!
The new products (from top to bottom):
Everafter Body Butter: My favorite thing in the world. It smells so damn good. It’s lilac and a sweet peppermint. You wouldn’t think it would smell good but oh my god it is the best
Enchanted Forest Sugar Scrub: It’s like a walk through the forest. Super pine-y and woodsy. It’s a more masculine smell and it’s amazing.
Mermaid Scales: A new bubble dust I’ve been working on. If you’ve never seen me talk about bubble dust, let me tell you I love them. It’s bubble bath in dusty, crumble form. Mermaids scales turns the water a beautiful blue green and smells like a tropical paradise
Mermaids Pearl Bath Bomb: I’ve been working with this recipe since I first opened my shop and I’ve finally gotten it to how I like. It’s super pearly and lovely and turns the bath a lovely ocean color. And it smells like a well crafted mojito. ❤️
(Quick note before we start:
@dearevanhansenheadcanons hey! I was the anon who submitted that headcanon [i had to use anon cause my main blog, the one I’m using to submit rn is actually for study stuff. This fic is also on my secondary blog @justamusicalobsessedkid] about Jared inventing a new edible bath bomb at Lush and I actually wrote an entire story on it!! Thus, The CRONCH ~ a Dear Evan Hansen fanfiction was created. Anyway, hope you give this a quick look. Thanks!!!)
Jared Kleinman was a strange boy. Strange, yes, but no one could deny the fact that he was intelligent in a way, particularly in anything technology related. In his own words: “I’ve got skills, son.” However, Jared wasn’t limited to his skills in the digital world. No one ever expected the young man to have a talent for innovation, as well.
Evan Hansen stood in the midst of shelves filled with bath bombs at Lush, waiting for his friend to finally finish his shift for the day. “What time do you even end? Mom said for me to be with you by six-thirty. ” “I get out of this perfume-scented hell hole at six. Why does your mom even want you to hang out with me?” Came the reply from Jared, restocking a shelf full of green and blue bath bombs. Evan shrugged. “Because you’re my friend, aren’t you? I mean, you did tell me after we made up when the whole Connor thing was over that I wasn’t just a family-friend anymore. Also my mom’s taking the night shift again and she doesn’t want me to be lonely so I gotta stay the night over at your place, now.” “Fine then.” Jared said, just as he finished placing all the small spherical bath bombs unto the shelf, leaving one to slip into his jacket pocket. Evan’s eyes widened. “You steal bath bombs?” He screeched. Jared hurriedly made a ‘shush’ sign at the other boy and turned his head towards the room behind the main shop, checking to see if his boss was anywhere around. He breathed a sigh of relief upon not seeing George, his boss, anywhere in earshot. He was far out the back of the shop, taking a phone call. Jared glared at Evan, fixing his glasses momentarily. “Shut up, will you? If Cranky Old George finds out, I’m out the door.” He hissed. “I save them for myself and sometimes even my mom likes them. Besides,” the sarcastic boy added half jokingly, “they almost look good enough to eat.” Evan stammered, staring at the his sneakers. “S-sorry. But I-I-I mean, why don’t you just buy them?” “Says the guy who only paid me twenty bucks to make fake emails.” Jared shot back. “Point taken.” The clock struck five-fifty. Jared brushed the bath bomb dust off on his jeans. “Stay there, I’ll just go out back and see if I still have something to do. If I don’t, the old one’ll let me go early.” Evan nodded, turning to examine the Lush products that filled the entire shop.
Within minutes, he heard loud, angry talking coming from the back room. He gulped nervously, even considering just getting out of the shop and going to the Kleinman residence on his own, just when Jared came right out of the back room. He had a slightly worried expression on his face as he took off the uniform all Lush employees wore, leaving it in a messy heap on the counter. “So,” he said. “good news is I’m getting let off early today. Bad news—a customer called, complaining to Cranky Old George about me.” Evan’s eyes widened. “What did they say?” Jared snorted, speaking in a high-pitched voice that Evan knew he used when imitating elderly women while making flamboyant gestures. “'Hello, you know that laddie who works in your shop? The one who’s name tag says his name is Jared Kleinman? Well, you see, son, when I asked that young man for one of those water bombs of yours with hearts in them the lad laughed at me and asked if I was going to use it in the hot tub along with my hubby, as he—oh, what did that boy say, again? Ah, yes—sticks his di–'” "Okay let’s stop there Jared.” Evan said, his face flushing bright pink. “First of all,” he said, in horror. “you made ‘those’ jokes to a customer?” Jared rolled his eyes. “Yes, brilliant observation from my small reenactment, Hansen. Do I really still need to repeat everything in that old lady voice to confirm for you? And don’t call them ‘those’ jokes, they’re my jokes and frankly, I’m quite proud of them.” Evan sighed. It was very typical for Jared to be this way, but it did tend to get inconvenient from time to time. “So what did your boss say?” Jared scrunched his eyebrows, obviously thinking about what George had told—or more accurately, yelled at—him. “Something about me having to do extra work or else he’ll fire me by next week. I gotta think of a new idea for a bath bomb in three days or something like that.” “You what?” Evan rambled, his eyes as wide as plates. “That’s incredibly pressuring Jared, you know you could come up with a bad idea or not even come up with anything at all and then you’ll lose your job.” “I know,” The other boy mumbled. “And this job is giving me my car insurance money. Can’t lose that now.” The two reached the Kleinman household, with Evan in a state of mid-panic and Jared in worry for the future of his car insurance. Mrs. Kleinman smiled at Evan the moment he stepped into the door with Jared. “Hi Evan, dear. Your mom called, said you’re supposed to stay here for the night.” Evan nodded just as he and Jared began ascending up the stairs that led to the house’s second floor. The worried boy dropped his bag on Jared’s bed, pacing around the room nervously. “What are you gonna do? You have, like, three days to just suddenly come up with some brilliant idea or you’ll get the boot.” “Calm yourself, Hansen. I’ll think of something sooner or later.” Jared replied.
However, it wasn’t until during dinner when Jared finally got a good idea, which—strangely—came to him mid-sip of a glass of Kool-Aid. His eyes widened as he jumped up from his seat so quickly he nearly knocked his glasses off his face. Evan looked at him in concern. “Jared, what are you—?” “Mom, do we still have Kool Aid?” Mrs. Kleinman looked confused. “Yes, why?” She received no answer from Jared, instead the boy rushed into the kitchen, grabbing an unused bowl from the side of the table. Mrs. Kleinman looked at Evan, who looked as equally perplexed. “Excuse him,” she chuckled, tilting her head to try and catch a glance at what her son was up to in the kitchen. “Jared really is rather… Odd.” Evan managed a small smile. “I know.” Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Jared was acting completely on impulse. He pushed the thick-framed square glasses that framed his eyes up his face, flinging open the doors to the Kleinmans’ small pantry. His eyes scanned the shelves packed with bags and boxes, reaching out every once in a while to rapidly grab an item from inside. Once he decided he had everything, he set to work. Eventually, Evan popped his head into the kitchen, checking on Jared. “Your mom’s wondering what you’re up to.” He said, watching Jared press a sand-like mixture into spherical molds. Jared shook his head in reply, tossing his head to the side for a moment in an attempt to brush away the few strands of hair that fell on his face without using his hands, still busy packing his creation. When he had finished, he tossed the bowl and the spoon he used into the sink and flashed a mischievous grin up at Evan, who had been watching his friend the entire time. “What did you just—?” Jared chuckled excitedly. “Patience, Hansen. You’ll see.”
The next day, Jared Kleinman stood in the back room of Lush, facing his boss a little too confidently. He brought a paper bag with him, filled with the little things he had spent around an hour making and a water jug. Jared stuck one hand into the bag, gripping around for one of the spherical bath bombs he had made. He beamed at George, who had began scrutinizing the young boy the minute he stepped into the shop on that day. “May I present to you, Sir, my creation—a revolutionary breakthrough that will surely make our sales skyrocket.” He said enthusiastically, holding the bath bomb in front of George. The older man laughed, almost in pity. “A bath bomb? Mr. Kleinman, Lush has plenty of those. I simply don’t see how this’ll be able to be 'a revolutionary breakthrough.’” Jared laughed cockily, to George’s annoyance. “Sir, you don’t see how my bath bomb can can be insanely cool,” He paused, chuckling, before adding “much like me.” under his breath. Jared raised the red bath bomb to his mouth, grinning at George. “You have to taste it.” He said, before taking a huge bite out of the bath bomb. If Jared hadn’t caught George’s attention earlier, he certainly had now. “Edible.” He chuckled, offering a new bath bomb to George. “They’re edible.” George sniffed the bath bomb tentatively, before taking a small bite out of it. It tasted wonderful, not to mention the sound it made when bitten into it was loud, noisy… Just like biting into a wafer bar but much louder. Just like crunching on trail mix, but instead of just a soft crunch, the sound was more of a loud cronch. George was amazed. He had never seen or tasted anything like such in his life. “What—what is it made of?” Jared smirked, seeing the amazement on his boss’ face. “Baking soda, corn starch, powdered sugar, and critic acid for the base.” He said, taking another bite of his bath bomb. “I added Kool Aid in different flavors to give it that color and the way it tastes. Finished with rock fizz candy and edible glitter, too.” Jared placed the water jug on the desk and uncapped it. “Oh, and did I mention—” he said, dropping another bath bomb into the water, watching as it slowly dissolved just like a normal bath bomb would. “You can also make a drink out of them” Jared concluded, taking a sip out of the now purple colored drink. George shook his head in bewilderment. “Mr. Kleinman,” he started, in pure disbelief. “This is… Amazing. You have made such a wonderful contribution to our store. I will pitch your edible bath bombs as an idea—with all credits to you, of course—and hopefully in a month or two we’ll see your bath bombs soon lining one of our shelves.” He smiled up at his employee, reaching out to shake Jared’s hand. “I really cannot believe you created this… Figured everything out all by yourself.” “Well,” Jared allowed himself to admit. “I still haven’t decided on what to name it. I was thinking to just sell the pink ones and name them Kinky Pinks but I felt am unavoidable shame for the other flavors that customers might also want to try.” Luckily for him, though, George had it all figured out. “Not a problem, Mr. Kleinman. I have a name that might just be fitting for your product…”
A month and a half passed. Lush was booming with new customers. On a display in the middle of the store, bath bombs in every color stood out from the rest, accompanied with a sign that read: ”NEW!! the CRONCH: an edible bath bomb experience, brought to you by Lush, concept developed by our very own employee— Jared Kleinman" To this day, Jared works at Lush, dashing around the store to attend to customers. A certain proud habit of his that developed over the days was that while assisting people, Jared would make his way over to the Cronch’s shelf and grab a bath bomb from it, taking a huge bite of it in front of the customers, who would look at him with expressions of disbelief and amazement. This certain effective 'marketing strategy’ (as George called it) did cause Jared to be the victim of many jokes and pranks, though. A notable prank his coworkers pulled on him was done during April Fools, when they decided to switch up bath bomb displays without informing Jared—placing his edible bath bombs on a different shelf and actual bath bombs on the one his product used to rest on. Sure enough, Jared didn’t notice the switch and just as he was entertaining a customer, he took a huge bite out of a real bath bomb as his coworkers—looking on earnestly from the counter—all burst out laughing. He couldn’t deny the fact that he may have enjoyed the actual bath bomb, however. Even though he wouldn’t quite admit it to many.
On a particularly busy day at Lush, Evan dropped by to check on his friend again. He smiled at Jared, who shot him a quick smirk as he took a bite out of another edible bath bomb. “Loving the cronch, Jared?” He asked jokingly. Jared grinned mischievously, winking. “You gotta love that cronch.”
(Small note: the recipe for the edible bath bombs [tHAT ACTUALLY WORKS!!] came from my amazing friend– who can literally search for, and successfully find, anything on the internet. You know who you are. Thanks, buddy. Sincerely, me, A)
Cherry bomb thinks about her father sometimes and has often written n her diary about him and the good old times in the past. She still hasn’t forgiven her uncle for killing him. She hates Arackniss, But not enough to hunt him down. Her only time she gets to meet Angel dust is when he comes to visit her. It is too dangerous for her to wonder off in the demon world. She is an angel after all.”
JoJovember Day 27: 「Great Days」Poster Manifested: 11/27/2016 Medium: Highlight Markers, Sharpies, Ink Artist’s Note: They all want to know who’s Yoshikage Kira’s identity? ANOTHER ONE「BITO ZA DUSTO」!!! Yeah, I’m looking forward to see the special variant of this OP as JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Diamond Is Unbreakable ends next month. Man, I am tired and my right hand is cramping. Gotta massage it. Anyway, here’s the OP today’s theme was based on. —-> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBiVN5T7dv8
Finished simplifying the resources. There is no longer a split between
offensive and defensive stock. Everything is compressed into one thing
now: Moth Dust. It can be used for Burst (heavy damage attacks) and
Dust (bombing to clear the screen of enemy attacks). Each moth has her
own gauge to facilitate using her unique playstyle.
Should be a bit
easier to manage when you only have to keep track of your remaining
hearts and your one gauge (not pictured is that the gauges light up/change
depending on how full they are).
Still balancing Moth Dust
regeneration so that offensive action is kept fast paced but defensive
ability isn’t overpowered because of it. Might resort to making defense consume 2 dust but not sure yet.
Also any life upgrades you haven’t acquired yet appear as locked hearts to show how many remain to get.
When an explosion at Victory Munitions is linked to HYDRA, Agent Peggy Carter is sent undercover to investigate. Already with her suspicions about the blast, Betty immediately pins the new girl poking her nose where she shouldn’t be right to the top of her list of suspects. After a tense confrontation, Peggy is forced to reveal herself and her mission, but with HYDRA closing in, she has to take all the help she can get.