I'm Not Sure How To React, But... Okay.

I'm not sure how to react, but... okay.

Everyone pick up your government-assigned fursona, grab your two colors then combine it with this random animal picker. Tell us what you get and no rerolls, I don't make the rules.

Slicing fruits...

duality of man

Bothering the beast

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The following Friday the 13ths will be September and December 2024

Can't believe it's Friday the 13th!! In 2023, there's today (Jan. 13th) and one in October.

One Muffin After Another

Pippin Took x fem!reader

Trigger Warnings: use of she/her (?); fluff; use of y/n

A/N: I thought it might be fitting to write an autumn themed fic given it's the season. Plus I thought it'd be really cute to do one with Pippin in it. Apologies for it being on the short side.

"These smell so good! Are you sure I can't just have one?" Pippin looked at y/n with those big puppy dog eyes of his.

Y/n and him had spent yesterday afternoon gathering ingredients for pumpkin spice and apple crumble muffins. The two of them had promised to make them for an autumn festival the following day. Pippin wasn't the best baker, but he knew how much she loved it, so he always tried his best.

"No! You've already had about four of each behind my back," y/n shook her head as she stuck the fourth batch of apple crumble into the oven to start working on the fourth batch of pumpkin spice. "I don't hear or see you doing a lot of helping, Peregrine Took."

He got it all prepped and sorted, she was the one with the magic hands. He would check on the oven and wash the dishes, she would make them all look perfect. The time passed by slowly at one point and fast at another during the whole day. Y/n was content when the two of them were finally done. Pippin just had to keep his hands off of them till tomorrow.

An autumn breeze kicked off the festivities and Pippin couldn't stay away from y/n's muffins as she suspected. Having a good time was something that made him happy, but it was always happier with y/n to enjoy with him. There were other Hobbits in attendance who dug into some muffins as well [Pippin knew better than to eat the whole lot on everybody, not when he could help y/n make some any day, any time].

The End

Hopefully this turned out kinda cute. That was what I was trying to aim for, but I've been a little out of sorts with fic writing at the moment, so... almost like a writers block adjacent.