Jerome x Reader

“You should try talking to (Y/N), he was obsessed with her, you might get more answers.” One of the dancers pointed you out for Jim who hurried over and stuck his hand out for you to shake.

“I’m Jim Gordon, you’re friends with Jerome?” He asked and shoved his hand in his pocket when you glowered at it.

“No, he’s a nut job, why would I be friends with him?” You sighed, glancing at Lee when she hurried over.

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another edible wealth spell

Sunny Money Muffins

1 box yellow cake mix
1 cup toasted sunflower seeds (chopped pecans if preferred)
1 tsp almond extract OR orange extract
1 pinch allspice, cinnamon, cloves, ginger, AND nutmeg

Mix cake batter according to the package instructions, envisioning bright riches; then stir in by hand (clockwise) the extract, spices, and sunflower seeds. Bake in a greased muffin tin at 350 F. until done (about 20 min.).

- The Kitchen Witch Everyday Magic Book, by Mimi Riser

Liverpool FC as Cakes part 1

#thecakeseries in honour of my genius and wonderful anon who deserves the world, all credit goes to them bc they literally came up with all of this and they are amazing, thanks for talking to me and being the founder of this amazing thing yall better appreciate this post for them istg 

disclaimer ive tasted like none of these cake i dunno what the fuck im talking about, dont take it serious, its not meant to be 

aight so kloppo is banoffee 

  • the banana fits w his bvb side 
  • and the toffee is obvs lfc cus we get ourselves stuck in all sorts of dumb situations
  • im lookin at u defence 
  • plus it matches his hair colour

emre can is toffeeee

  • “cus we all wanna get stuck him”- ancient proverb by anon the literal genius 
  • thats it, thats the main reason
  • hes sweet and delicious as hell, i mean i dont actually kno but he looks it
  • who doesnt want a piece of emre can is the real question here 
  • the cake is tan, he is tan, thicccc afff

Sadio Mane as Black Forest 

  • do u literally see any difference??? no, me either
  • both badass and sweet as hell
  • literally no one can resist 
  • supermane is literally the cherry on top of this team and its so good

Ben as Chocolate Cupcake 

  • tiny and smol, so good and hard to resist 
  • full of all the good stuff
  • both actual babies too good for this world, too pure, 
  • seeing ben play is like enjoying a chocolate cupcake its totally fitting 
  • both babiessss just like a cupcake to an actual cake, and ben woodburn in the senior team


  • cus he my life and a sunshine and the brightest thing and he needs all the love
  • AND HES UNDERAPPRECIATED prolly like rainbow cake 
  • rainbows are full of love, and im full of love for him, and he is perfection, 
  • he needs more love

James Milner as Red Velvet (this all started cus of james milner, it is entirely his fault)

  • i literally see no difference between him and the cake 
  • he was born to play in red, he looks the best in this colour
  •  i find red velvet a lil bland which totes fits w the ‘boring james milner’ persona
  • plus some people love him some people dont, totally like red velvet
  • both very pretty to look at 

Trent is Charlotte Cake 

  • because HE IS TOO IS SMALL AND FILLED WITH AMAZING THINGS (im talking about talent) 
  • He is also v pretty like the cake 
  • if anyone deserves a good cake its trent, cus hes the best bean and we all love him 

Momo as Ginger Spice

  • have u seen him play
  • this dude got something in his locker bruh and its full of spice and magic
  • i would die for this man, look at him hes an actual angel on earth, 
  • the icing represents his beard, 
  • ginger cake is warm and fluffy and good just like him, 

Studge as Chocolate 

  • studge is cheeky just like when u eat chocolate cake and make sure no one sees
  • uve heard of cheeky nandos w the boys,now get ready for cheeky chocolate cake and a slice of daniel sturridge ;)
  • literally no one can be chocolate cake cus its studge and no matter what we will always love him 

Couti is Chocolate Mousse (this happened before he fucked us over)

  •  bc he’s tiny, delicious and makes everyone happy, 
  • also high key magical and fluffy
  •  smol but magical and everyones guilty pleasure,
  •  everyone wants a piece of couti (ykno back before he stabbed us in the heart and make us all sick,
  •  we had to much chocolate mousse and this is our punishment 
  • good enough that to give us a heart attack 

loris karius as angel cake 

  • hes an actually looks like a fucking angel goodbye
  • like bobby, why isnt bobby angel cake idk
  • is angel cake as pretty as loris??? no it isnt
  • i would chose to eat loris over angel cake anyday who said that not me
  • im to distracted by that picture to even write a description bye

adz is strawberry

  • like we often forget about stawberry cake but when we have it we love it
  • a bit like adz not playing and then surprising us w his cruyff turns again and his quick feet
  • if lallama was a fruit he would literally be a stawberry, so smollll

s/o to my anon, they came up w literally all the cakes, give them all the love

link to part 2 

Witcher Headcanons - Autumn in Toussaint

1.      Every morning, Geralt wakes Yennefer up with French toasts or/and bread pudding. 

2.      The sorceress’ favourite day of the season is Samhain. She adores ghosts stories and the overall vibe of the celebration. Geralt claims he’s not interested, but every year and entirely thanks to him, Corvo Bianco undergoes a proper metamorphosis and becomes a local attraction.

3.      Geralt is a true expert in pumpkin carving. By the end of the season, Corvo Bianco is usually stuffed with pumpkin lanterns. Yennefer always tries to assist and supervises his play with the knifes, but still for some reason, he always finds a way to cut himself.

4.      Almost every day, right before going to bed, the pair sits down in the kitchen to discuss their day. Yennefer prepares the witcher’s favourite roasted chestnuts while he deals with the plethora of dishes they accumulated over the day. It never changes.

5.      Geralt eagerly helps Yennefer with canning. In most cases his help is limited to washing and passing the jars. She’s a bit pedantic when it comes to canning.  

6.      Around late September, Ciri joins her parents in Corvo Bianco to “recharge her batteries”. She does not leave till the snow melts.

7.      With each passing day, Corvo Bianco smells more and more of Chimney smoke, pumpkin and cardamom.

8.      Yennefer insists she’s terrible at baking, but her ginger cake could easily compete and beat masterpieces of the best Toussaint’s confectioners. At least if Geralt and Ciri were to judge.

9.      She makes terrific turkey too, and roasted pork shoulder. Generally speaking, both the witcher and the witcheress give her Sunday dinners top grades. They’d also like to enjoy her cooking more often but the sorceress says she’s too busy for that.

10.  Interest of Raven (Yennefer’s dog) in walks is directly proportional to the intensity of the rain outside. The sorceress appreciates Geralt’s heroism, and more importantly, takes the risk of influenza very seriously. The witcher’s absolutely in love with hot baths and other “rewards” she offers as a consolation prize.

11.  Every autumn, Yennefer switches from wine to mulled cider, obligatorily served in apple cups and with cinnamon sticks. Geralt tamely complies. He loves seeing her slightly drunk and exuberant. (*˘︶˘*)

12.  Once, in the town, Geralt heard a group of boys discuss the best places for “Trick or Treat”. All kids mentioned Corvo Bianco and Yennefer as their first choice. He felt nothing but pride.

13.  Geralt does not mind chilly nights at all. It’s yet another method of stealing cuddles from the sorceress. He’s also in love with duck feather duvets and velvet linen. 

14.  Both Ciri and Geralt adore caramelized apples. They’re nevertheless forced to delight in them in secret as the sorceress found them the biggest killer of teeth and banned forever ago.

15.  The witcher’s favourite part of the season remains the preparation for upcoming Yule. He starts the entire procedure with hunting for festive sweaters and finishes with a proper gift for the sorceress ( he hardly ever knows what to get her, beside she’s always peeping and ruins the surprise).


Cast and crew members on two of the 10 Astaire-Rogers sets celebrate Ginger’s birthday. The first photo is from July 16, 1934, on set for The Gay Divorcee. Fred holds the bottom of Ginger’s costume over his arm while she serves him cake. The second photo is from July 16, 1938, on the set of Carefree. Ginger murders her cake with an enormous knife while Fred smiles handsomely just over Ginger’s left arm.

An Ode to Sweets (or a Valentine from Scorpius Malfoy to Albus Potter)

By @autumn-of-ilvermorny

Chocolate Cauldrons, Licorice Wands
Sugar Quills and Chocolate Charms

Fizzing Whizbees, Acid Pops
Pumpkin Fizz and Bertie Botts

Exploding Bon-Bons, Shock-o-Choc,
Chocoballs and Wizochoc

Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes
Ginger Newts and Jumping Snakes

Peppermint Toads, Chocolate Frogs
Lick'O'Rish Spiders and Flies of Fudge

Ice Mice, Bat’s Blood
Cockroach Clusters and Jelly Slugs

Mint Humbugs, Sugared Butterfly Wings
Sherbert Lemons and Mint Flossing Strings

Licorice Snaps, Sour Apple Bites
Crystallized Pineapple and Pink Coconut Ice

Glacial Snowflakes, Chocolate Rocks
No Melt Ice Cream and Mice Pops

Fizzy Wizzy, Sugar Straws
Sugar Hexes and Sweet Crystals

Treacle Fudge, Salt Water Taffy
Canary Creams and Ton-Tounge-Toffee

Puking Pastilles, Fever Fudge too
Nosebleed Nougat and U-No-Poo

Fainting Fancies, Hiccough Sweets
Lightning Bolt Shaped Dark Chocolate Covered Rice Crispy Treats

Edible Dark Marks, Glow in the Dark Gum
Blood-Flavoured Lollipops and Droobles Best Blowing Gum

Eyeball Bonanza, Choco-Loco
Chocolate Eggs and Hot Cocoa

Chocolate Skeletons, Jelly Skulls
Honeydukes Chocolate and Wrapped Caramels

Licorice Allsorts and Comfits
Pixie Puffs and Pepper Imps

Although the Potters are on sugar ban,
Of all the confections in the land:

Your friendship is my favourite treat,
Thank you for staying for my sweets!

Big Brother. (Jerome Valeska x Reader)

Originally posted by el-diiablo

Originally posted by astrology-zone

Request: I came up with this on my own. I imagined what would happen if Jerome had a younger sibling (girl/boy). This is just my headcanon but I think he wouldn’t try to make their life a living hell. In fact, he would be the best brother ever and try to protect them from Lila abusing them as well? This is AU by the way and way before he turns crazy!

Tags: abuse, swearing, siblings, girl/boy, running away, AU, IT’S SAD I’M TELLING YOU

Pronouns for Y/N: They/them/their because the younger sibling can be either be a girl/boy depending on the reader. The reader is around 9-12 years old in this fic.

Songfic: Start Again by Gabrielle Aplin

Jerome stood and stared at the small child running around a fire lit inside a trash can, following the same steps they took, chanting out random words as if it were a song to summon a greater demon. He never had an experience of doing such a thing, he was often paranoid that people would stare at him and holler insults if he tried prancing around a trash can in circles.

But not this kid he was looking at, he had never imagined a day where they would throw tantrums because they always listened to him. The last time he had seen them cry was when they got scared of Sheba the circus snake when she hissed, and fell onto the pavement and scraped their knee from wearing exposing shorts that would fly up if you jumped. 

“You see? Sheba is a nice snake.” Jerome gently draped a band aid over the small but stinging cut and gave them an ice cream cone. That kid smiled at the sight of vanilla. 

That kid was Jerome’s young sibling.

“Bro J!” they called, tossing a twig in the flames. “I’m summoning an alien!”

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mentacomchocolate  asked:

I would like to see a AU with the Eldarya guys/people in a coffe shop

Let’s be honest: it’s going to be the single least efficient coffee shop in the city. But people will keep coming for the eye candy… >u>

Warning: Longest head-canon, ever. 14 characters, each with their own little stories.

Nevra, the Head Waiter

Naturally, this snake oil merchant with fangs ladies’ man is going to be where the action is: on the main floor, catering to all the customers personally. (Because no one can trust him in handling kitchen or bar-top equipment.) He’s got the drive, the guile, the inbred hospitality, and the metaphorical eyes on the back of his head to pull off even a morning or evening rush single-handed. And later brag about the triple-figure tips, phone numbers, and juicy gossip he collected that day to his coworkers in the back-room, even when his voice is hoarse and his feet have lost all feeling. Nevra actually keeps track of his ‘scores’ in his personal agenda-book, always ready to outdo himself every month. (Because let’s face it… there is no competition for him from the rest of the servers.)  

Though quite a few of his coworkers feel like putting fresh garlic in his next espresso (for himself or for his ‘beloved customers’), they can’t do it for a few reasons: 1.) The customers and tips that Nevra brings in make up half the café’s total income. The place will sink without his pretty, monocular face on the floor. 2.) He’s actually generous with his coworkers. Newbies on the staff know they can rely on him (until they’re used as customer bait during evening rushes for ‘experience’). And he never keeps any of his tips for himself, always making a point of strutting to the collective tip jar to put in what looks like the price for a new smartphone. So whether they like him or not, the gigolo has to stay.    

Nevra is quite proud of his job, and hopes to eventually see the café become the city’s next ‘must-see destination’ (or, more likely, buy and renovate the place as part of his network of high-end dining spots). So he doesn’t tolerate unprofessional shenanigans on his floor (beyond swapping phone numbers, which is sanctified activity as far as he’s concerned). What’s guaranteed to tick him off: if a customer is boorish to one of his babies junior serving staff, if one of his coworkers half-asses an order, or if he catches anyone stealing from that tip jar he’s filling. In either case, the criminal party can expect to find themselves sheepishly shuffling to the door under the force of Nevra’s gimlet smile.

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This month’s full moon ritual honouring Freyja, ft. ginger wine, fruit cake, amber & love powder. Out of shot: ecstatic dance. 🌕🌹

Recently I’ve been having some issues with gender & sexuality - expressing myself sexually & being comfortable with my identity & in my own skin has always been fraught for me. I was definitely taught as a young girl to fear & hate my own body & my sexuality, overcoming that trauma is a work that is still ongoing. But I feel that I have turned a corner recently & Freyja has helped me so much with that.

This ritual was a celebration of Freyja & of me learning to love & have confidence in myself as a woman.

Hail to the Vanadís!

They don't know what we do in our spare time

Tanya and Ram friendship fic. I love them both.

“You want us to make a cake?” Ram asked.

“I don’t want us to, we are making a cake. Now put on an apron and shut up.” Tanya pushed the aforementioned apron at Ram’s chest. It was patterned with bright pink cupcakes.

“Are you serious?”

“No, I’m James,” Tanya replied, putting on her own apron, patterned with a Harry Potter based design.

“You’re not funny,” Ram told her, smiling anyway. “Why was I chosen for this? Couldn’t you have gotten April to help you make this-” he squinted at the recipe, “mola cake?”

“It’s baking molasses and ginger cake actually,” Tanya corrected. “April’s already organising the charity bake sale. And you aren’t getting out of it.”

“Where’s my charity? ‘Stop killing people in front of Ram Singh’ has a nice ring to it.”

“What’s a charity going to do to close the rift?” Tanya asked. “Now quit complaining. This cake is my favourite and I want to do my mums recipe justice.”

“If it’s your mums recipe, why doesn’t she make it?”

“She’s working. And I thought this would be fun. Now are you going to keep complaining or am I going to have to hit you with a wooden spoon?” Tanya put her hands on hips.

“I’m so sca- ow!”

“Warned you.” Tanya reached out for the scales and passed it to Ram. “Start measuring the flour. We need half a kilogram.”

“Are you the boss today?”

Tanya grinned at him. “Yes. Now get to it. The first step is to mix the flour, cinnamon and cloves.”

“I’ve never had it before?”

“Flour?” Tanya asked. “You have it in your hair.”

“Oh no, my fantastic looks.” Ram was being sarcastic but he moved to brush it out anyway. He only made it worst but Tanya neglected to mention it. “I mean the molasses cake.”

“It’s my favourite. Mum always let me help her make it. I had to stand on a chair to reach. She said I used to lick the eggs.”

“You are weird. Maybe it gave you super-brain powers.” Ram tipped the flour into the bowl and stirred it in. “What next chef?”

“Ginger. But you can start cracking the eggs.”

“Yes chef.” Ram gave her a mock salute and reached out for the carton. “Do you want a lick first?”

“I was five!” Tanya elbowed him and added her ingredient to the bowl.

They worked though the recipe together, exchanging quips and laughing. Ram stopped complaining and got into the baking. They both ended up covered in ingredients not helped by Ram flicking flour everywhere.

“It’s nice,” Ram said, licking batter off his finger.

“Told you,” Tanya put the cake into the oven and set a timer.

“An hour? What are we supposed to do for that?”

Tanya looked around her now messy kitchen and the pile of flour and baking powder under their feet. “We can start by cleaning up.”

Ram swept up while Tanya wiped up. They played music to make the otherwise mundane job more fun and were done in ten minutes. After the kitchen (and most of their clothes and hair) were clean, Tanya suggested they played video games.

“You always beat me.”

Tanya rolled her eyes and passed him a spare comptroller. “That’s not my fault. You’re just terrible at Mario Kart.”

“You must cheat.”

“I don’t need to. I’m that good.”

They selected their characters. Ram went with Mario (“he must be named after the game for a reason”) while Tanya chose Shy Guy. As Ram predicted Tanya won every game but one where she took three blue shells in a row.

They were so lost in the game they didn’t realise how much time had past until the timer rung.

“Perfect.” Tanya took it out the oven and put it down careful not to burn her fingers. “We need to give it time to cool. Then we can a bit. It’s for charity after all.”

“We should do this more often.”

“That’s a big change from ‘ask April instead’.” Tanya grinned. “I knew you’d like it.”

“We should ask the others next time. It’s nice to take a break from saving the world.”

“I’m not sure how well that would end. Matteusz said that Charlie doesn’t know how to cook and Quill loves off stashes of chocolate, coffee and vodka.”

Ram rolled his eyes. “Somehow none of that is a surprise to me.”

“But you are right, we should do this again.”

Ram smiled at her. “Maybe we could offer the aliens cake. It might reduce conflicts.”

“Bunghole aliens or B.E.T. and H.E.T.?” Tanya asked.


“B.E.T. - blue ET. That’s Charlie. And H.E.T. - heels E.T. That’s Quill.”

“You have put too much thought into that Tanya.”

“Yep.” Tanya turned off the second timer. “The cake should be cool enough now. We can have some while I thrash you at Mario Kart.”

Ram grabbed the plates. “Sounds like a plan. I’ll make tea.”

The Poems of Cyril Hurk

It occurred to me that you may wish
To fall in love with me. Should this be
The case, here is what you may expect:
A river, an evening, a box of trinkets,
A velvet jacket, a fluctuation, a ginger cake,
A bee crown, a passion-fruit salad, a parcel,
A market stall, the sound of bells, distances,
New superstitions, tender fingertips, pluck,
Matchbox cars, soup, LPs, lemon curd, 
Solder, cream pie, sensuality, suitcases,
Open lanes, socialism, parakeets, combs,
Listening, leaning on the fence, hammocks,
Piano doubts, circuits, beans, dusk dreams,
Opposites, castles, marjoram, parklands,
Regrets, articles, fob watches, meadows
And days like forgetting, and forgetting itself.
Forget with me. Love is when we forget to be.

casualoddities  asked:

Been reading WtM since near the start and really really love the fic. Here's a food question; out of all the dishes that Peeta and Katniss make and enjoy together what's your favourite? Are there any that you've made yourself? Also what was your favourite one shot that you've written? (I think mine was the Threshing Floor.)

Awwww, you are so sweet!! Thank you so much! <3 Oddly enough, I was just looking back at Ch 6 yesterday - the part where Peeta makes toast-and-honey-topped hot chocolate (based on my own recipe :D) to welcome Katniss to her new home, which might be my favorite food moment (even though hot chocolate isn’t, strictly speaking, a “dish”). But there are so many others that stand out to me too!

  • Grandma Brognar’s fried chicken (someone asked me about that awhile back and I’ve been meaning to reply - I found a recipe similar to the one that inspired it, where you simmer the chicken in wine after frying)
  • The soup (basically, potato corn chowder) that Katniss falls asleep eating after hunting the New Year’s buck
  • The whole breakfast on the sofa in Ch 10 - the first time Katniss tastes bacon! (Cheese bun bacon sandwich dipped in a runny yolk!)
  • The fried peaches and cream that top the griddle cakes in Ch 7
  • The ginger cake with custard that they split at the end of Ch 8 (Katniss’s first supper with Peeta)
  • The rabbit stew Peeta makes from Katniss’s first haul (with wild rice, mushrooms, shallots, and garlic)
  • The peanut butter (and chocolate chunk!) cookie dough Peeta makes after they go skiing for the first time
  • The ginger “dove cake” with the orange curd filling and marzipan glaze
  • The post-New Year’s griddle cake bake :D
  • The entire breakfast Katniss makes for Peeta in Ch 14
  • Pretty much any occurrence of cold chicken or bread pudding!

Most of these came from my imagination, alas. I enjoy cooking and feel like I have a small knack for it, but I haven’t had a lot of opportunity/resources/training as yet. :( As a small child I loved to steal tidbits of cold chicken when my mom cut up a roast chicken (for adding to soup, Rice-a-Roni, etc.), and she made bread pudding (from stale loaves of grocery store white bread) a couple of times, which was so simple and delicious at once. I can make a decent batch of egg dumplings, though, and I think the closest I’ve come to making a WtM!Everlark dish in my real life is the chicken ‘n’ dumpling soup that Katniss eats in the bathtub after her first hunt in Peeta’s woods. :)  

Awww, I’m so flattered that you like The Threshing Floor! <3 It’s hard to choose a favorite between my babies (even though few of my pieces stay oneshots, so there aren’t that many to choose from)! TTF will always be a fave but I love The Steward and the Bow-Maiden so much too (I wore myself to a thread trying to make an Everlark fic read like Tolkien :P), and for all that Torchlight is Primko and Janek/Alys, it’s top of that list as well - and then there’s Breadcrumbs and Mockingjay-Maid…! 

But right now I think Embracing the Season might be my favorite. It was a challenging, even brave fic for me to write in a lot of ways and I was so happy with how it came together. It’s a little like The Steward and the Bow-Maiden in that I don’t think it especially stood out or made a big impression to readers in general but it hit me really hard - and then went off into the universe, carrying large pieces of my soul with it.

Thank you so much for your lovely note and questions! <3 *hugs*