#“these mushrooms? are they edible?" he says

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Could we have octoville reaction to octo merchild misbehaving like attempting to beat them up , trying to escape, thrashing in their arms , and even biting , and even cussing them out and giving the middle finger

Yandere Octorio x Octo Mer Child reader

Children get fussy that’s just a known fact. Even the cruelest and most coldhearted know that children are slaves to their unhinged emotions which can be kicked off by the absence of a nap, not being given their dinosaur nuggies, or not getting to play longer. But only the best guardians know how to handle these kinds of behavior at the very least eliminate the ones that cause it:

Azul Ashengrotto 

More than anyone Azul has the greatest authority over you so he claims

You are the mini to his mega octopus status

So when he says your going back to your tank 

Your going back to your tank

“Nooooo!”

“Let him go, (Y/n). It’s time to go!”

“Noooooo!”

He didn’t mind that you were getting cozy in Scarabia 

It meant getting to keep an eye on Jamil

Kalim was perfect for keeping up with your energy 

But Azul notices how your skin gets dry or how sluggish you are returning 

You’re not just tired…you’re drying out 

On a deeper level, Jade’s discovered that your hybrid status has you needing things a mini octopus needs

You have an extremely thin phlegm that keeps you from drying out

And drinking water is part of it 

But with heat like Scarabia’s its best if you spend at least two hours in some actual water 

Letting the water give you oxygen through your skin

But for whatever reason, you don’t want to do that

Annoyed with how much time is taken away with putting on and taking off the bathing suit 

And the way Jamil demands you sit on the scratchy towels so you don’t make everywhere wet

“Nooooooo! Rgh! Noooo!”

With Kalim’s push, you’ll leave Scarabia 

But when you return to Octavinelle Azul gives you some guidelines about going 

And when you refuse he thinks aloud about not letting you go at all

he's mostly joking maybe not

And that sets you off

In the middle of the Monstro lounge your flailing, crying causing a huge scene

And like a struggling single mom that’s just trying to wrangle her kid, He’s straining as he pulls you into his office

Away from the invasive stares and curious looks of patrons

When he’s in there he pushes you in your mini tank clipping on the hole-filled top 

Which doesn’t move at all despite your little tentacles pulling and banging on the glass

He’ll start working on contracts, counting bills, studying all while ignoring your little tantrum

He waits until it stops, sleeping in your little hidey-hole

Then He cries 

Reduced to his baby octopus days he tries to remind himself that his baby just doesn’t want to listen

Not that you really hate him for stopping you from hanging out with someone more fun than him

All the parenting books couldn’t prepare him for this 

But when you awake still willing to wrap your little tentacles around his fingers he gains confidence again

“(Y/n)...how about we make a little contract, okay? Just something promising me you’ll always come back, okay?”

“Mmmm okay.”

Jade Leech

“(Y/n) did you hear me? I said you can’t eat these. (Y/n)? Look at me, do you understand?”

You were being a little toad

Pouting and turning away after Jade didn’t let you eat one of the mushrooms he was dissecting

Some may say that previously working on edible mushrooms and giving one to you every other time may have conditioned you to expect it but whatever

You’ve squatted down low and plopped on the cold floor of his club room

Refusing to look at him with your little noises of refusal

He doesn’t mind being ignored…he knows you’ll forget anyway

But what he does have a problem with is when he turns away you’re reaching your tubby hand into his work station

He snatches your little hand using this closeness to grill it into you to listen

“(Y/n). Look at me.”

“Mmmm!”

“(Y/n).”

“Mmm!” 

“Fine, then you're going to your tank.”

“Noooooo!”

“Yes.”

He’s dragging you or rather carrying you to your tank 

And as he shut whoever’s door to put you away he hears something mumbled under your breath that sets him off

“-old fish. S-upid klunt!” 

“...What did you just say?”

He turns his head like those dolls in horror movies

He gets that you were trying to say something else and he will hunt down who you got that from later but for now he’s bringing the hammer down

No one knows what happens when you're being particularly naughty

The best equivalent for what happens is that he commits to emotionally spanking you

a single look portrays that you're in for it

Talking you down until your begging for forgiveness while you nuzzle against his pant leg

He becomes that parent that you know to behave around

And its Azul who uses the most

“I’m going to tell Jade when he gets home!”

“No no! I sorry! No, please don’t tell!”

But in the end Jade is always willing to forgive you

Always willing to genuinely smile as you tearfully apologize before even being reprimanded

“Aww that’s my good octopus, I’m not angry no no no…I was just disappointed…but you did so well to apologize, good job.”

Floyd Leech

“Eh?! Octobaby hasn’t had their nap yet? Ohhh so that’s why you're so snippy!”

He’s down to play with you but he knows it’s a nightmare when your hungry or tired

He knows right now you need a nap

Even if he has to force you to take one

Now Jade says he can’t strangle you to sleep because you're just too fragile

So he just has to lock you in your tank, play your music, and make sure no one interrupts

That’s who he’s allowed to strangle

Even when you’re biting and thrashing in his hold 

To be honest he hardly notices 

Until your little pincers actually prick him some

“Did you just…bite me…?”

“...n-no..”

“Yes, you did.”

“I-i sorry. I sorry!” 

His silence speaks loudest

He’s angry

It just won’t be at you

He’s oddly nurturing putting you to sleep 

Then he’s raging at everyone who gets in his way 

“Who. The. Heck. Made them miss their nap?!”

He’s not letting anyone hurt you let alone ruin your schedule

There is a schedule for how they take care of you

He actually is really vigilant about it

So he is livid when others come and mess with that

“Octobaby bit me today…”

“Oh did you reprimand them?”

“Nope did it themselves! Besides it was the cutest little prick, if they weren’t acting out I’d want them to do it again!”

[yuurei20]

Jade and Floyd Facts Part 8: the Mountain Lovers Club

Jade is the founder and sole member of the Mountain Lovers Club.

He explains that hiking is not the club’s primary activity (“I’m not all that interested in exercising”).

He goes on leisurely walks through the mountains around the school.

He says the main goal of the club is “to appreciate the mountains’ bounty, while also enjoying its edible plants and mushrooms,” but he is reluctant to describe it as a photography, science or cooking club.

Jade says that one of the club’s most enjoyable activities is foraging for wild plants and mushrooms, but he finds himself wishing he had better techniques and recipes to make the most of what he gathers, which is why he participates in the Culinary Crucible.

In a vignette we learn that Jade goes to the school’s ghost chefs to learn new recipes outside of the Culinary Crucible as well: Ruggie incorporates some of his wild vegetables in a soup for Leona, believing they belonged to the school.

In order to compensate Jade for the stolen ingredients Ruggie teaches him three recipes with which Jade is very pleased, asking Ruggie to teach him a few more (Ruggie: “Lesson two’s gonna cost you.”)

The Mountain Lovers Club also has a photography section as a part of the club’s exhibition for the culture fair, with Jade explaining that while he is sure that it must look mundane to land-dwellers, as a sea-dweller he finds it all fascinating. (In Floyd’s opinion Jade picks the most boring subjects for his photography. Jade reflects, “Maybe that’s why I’m the only member of the club.”)

Despite admitting that he enjoys the mundane as someone who was not born on land, Jade says that while he has heard of wayward merfolk becoming obsessed with the surface, he can’t say that he understands why.

The Mountain Lovers Club counts as an arts club, which means (to Floyd’s annoyance) that Jade did not have to participate in helping to set up stages for the school’s culture fair.

During Vargas Camp, however, Floyd says that Jade “whined nonstop about how the Mountain Lovers Club should totally count as a sports club.”

When asked where he would go if he was able to travel anywhere he wanted by broom, Jade says he would like to visit famous mountains and view places that people are not allowed to hike to on foot to from above.

He says he would like to spend an entire day appreciating the beauty of the scenery through different weather and different times of day, taking photos and sketching.

As a part of his Mountain Lovers Club activities Jade says that he has started doing field sketches and he once became so focused on sketching during a class that everyone left the laboratory without his noticing.

While Jade’s parents seem to encourage his interest in mountains (they gift him with a hiking backpack that he’d asked for on his birthday) Floyd and Azul do not, with Floyd complaining that Jade smells earthy all the time and Azul commiserating with “It can’t be easy having a brother in that weirdo Mountain Lovers Club.”

Jade volunteers to go to Epel’s hometown of Harveston after eavesdropping on his conversation about a sledathon, explaining that he wishes to see the “mystical beauty” that is a local mountain.

Even Epel says that Jade is a mountain expert, and he is able to effortlessly identify plants he sees at a market and list off their scientific names. (Idia: “He’s so obsessed it’s cringey.”)

Jade suggests naming their sled team “the Mountain Lovers Sled Team,” but he is outvoted.

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Humans have the tendency to put poisonous plants in their mout and enjoy eating it ( coffee and anything that has effects of being spicy like chili peppers and weirdly we have the habit to eat things that are not good for us )

Like imagine anyone seeing the local human eating grapes out in the open or trying to make coffee?

Better yet eating chili peppers they found and make it part of their lunch

It'll be wild

If it looks edible, humans will put it in their mouth. That’s a fact of life—but not exactly a good idea sometimes! :V

Put a human in a world full of humanoid monsters where certain foods are toxic or can give them really bad tummy aches? You’ll either get a human complaining about a craving for something not readily available, or you’ll get this:

Yuu: *glancing around before sneakily eating bag of grapes*

Sebek: “Human! What are you eating?!”

Yuu: *freezes, shoving the grapes in their mouth before taking off at top speed*

Sebek: “HUMAN!! Get back here!!!”

*two hours later*

Ace: “Did you have to chase them up a tree?”

Sebek: “It’s not as if I intended to do so! The human shouldn’t have been hiding what they were eating in the first place. They are not a chipmunk!”

Yuu: *sitting on a branch high up, eating more grapes* “This is fine.”

Jack: “Wait, where did that bag come from?”

//----//

Granted, moments like these will calm down quite a bit once it’s clear that Yuu is—in fact—safe. But if the local human happens to be allergic to certain ingredients or foods, they’d better be prepared for quick hands swiping their food or getting tackled and rushed to the nurse’s office/the researchers. When the discovery that some monster students possess human DNA, this opens up a whole new world of food possibilities for them to try! In a supervised environment of course, and more on a volunteer basis just to ensure student safety.

Otherwise, Yuu will gain some snack buddies! 😃

Now, when it comes to mini!Yuu, as all little kids do, it’s highly likely that the toddler will try to put random things in their mouth.

//----//

Mini!Yuu: *playing in Jade and Floyd’s room, climbing up on Jade’s desk while Floyd isn’t looking and picking up a mushroom* “Oooh.” *goes to put it in mouth*

Floyd: “Eh, Shrimpy, what’s—Shrimpy, no!!” *bolts over and grabs the mushroom, holding it high over his head* “Don’t eat that!”

Mini!Yuu: “Why?”

Floyd: “Because mushrooms are disgusting. Bleck!”

Jade: *walks in carrying a small terrarium* “I thought I heard a commotion. Did something happen while I was away for a moment?”

Floyd: “Jade, little Shrimpy almost ate one of your mushrooms! Didn’t Azul tell you to keep your stuff away from them?”

Jade: “They did, did they? Oh my…I was only gone for a minute. Fufufu…well, it’s wonderful knowing that you were watching out for them, though I assure you that this particular mushroom is perfectly safe. It is a pearl oyster mushroom, one of the most commonly used in cooking. I had hoped to make a small terrarium of perfectly safe and non-toxic mushrooms for our dear little Yuu.”

Mini!Yuu: “I wanna try the mushy!”

Jade: “Of course, little one. Would you like to help me build your terrarium?”

Mini!Yuu: “Yes!”

Floyd: *groans*

//----//

And thus began the tiny toddler’s first part of the collection of terrariums and Floyd suffering. Jade’s just happy to have someone who will listen to him talk about mushrooms and plants he finds in the mountains, even if they don’t understand half of what he says! X’D

Anyway, as you can imagine, taking care of a child who doesn’t know what’s good and safe for them is difficult. Especially since—as any parent would tell you—it’s when you look away for just one split second that things can happen to a kid. Hence, why for some of them (Jamil, Vil, Rook, Trey, Jack, Crewel, and Trein), they’re able to just calmly reach over and snatch the dangerous food or object and replace it with something safer.

Then there are those who might end up freaking out/panicking. Funny to reminisce over, but not so funny in the moment 😂

[merrybloomwrites]

You Can Start a Family (Extra: Getting High)

Summary: Y/N's never tried weed before, and has an interesting night trying it for the first time with the three people she loves and trusts the most.

AN: This is a story about people getting high, written by someone who's never been high. I did a fair amount of research, so I hope it's accurate enough to what people experience lol

Previous Chapters:

Main Story: One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six ; Seven ; Eight ; Nine ; Ten

Sickfic Part 1 ; Part 2

Mitchrry Prequel

Fan Reactions

Holiday Blues

Mitchryy Reunion

Word Count: 2.8K

CW: Mentions of smut & daddy kink; drug use

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It’s a perfect Friday morning. You’re sitting at the kitchen table of your LA home with Sarah, Mitch, and Harry. Sarah had surprised you all with a full English breakfast “just because” and you’re enjoying every delicious bite.

It’s so good that everyone is practically silent, no one wants to take a break from eating to say anything. You’re the first to get full so you decide to start up some conversation. There’s something you’ve been wanting to ask them but have been too shy to actually voice your question.

Deciding to finally go for it, you break the silence saying, “What’s it like to get high?”

Simultaneously, all three of them stop mid chew to stare at you, completely caught off guard by your question.

Harry composes himself first and after finishing his bite of food he says, “Well it depends on what drug you’ve taken.” You’re grateful for the way he responded, showing that they’ll take the conversation seriously and not as a joke.

It’s no secret that he and Mitch have done a couple different drugs in the past. It’s common knowledge that “She” was written by Mitch while he was under the influence of psychedelic drugs. And everyone’s heard the story of Harry biting off part of his tongue while high on mushrooms.

Harry has also mentioned having done coke once or twice, and that admittedly makes you a little nervous. You went through the DARE program growing up where you’d been taught that all drugs will ruin your life and kill you. So while you never judge others for occasionally getting a little high, it does make you somewhat nervous that something bad could happen when they do.

You voice your concerns to them, and they talk you through what drugs they’ve tried, what it was like, and how they ensure their safety while under the influence. By the end you’re feeling better about everything.

But you notice one thing they left out.

“And what about weed?” You ask.

“What about it?” Mitch asks.

“What are you guys like when you smoke it? Eat it? Whatever you all do with pot,” you clarify.

“The boys prefer to smoke,” Sarah answers, “And I don’t like smoking, so I’ll have some edibles if I want to participate.”

“We all get pretty mellow,” Mitch says to answer your question.

“You can be more mellow?” You inquire jokingly, referring to his generally calm demeanor.

“He just sits there all smiley,” Harry says.

Sarah laughs and adds, “Yea, until he starts getting extra horny.”

You blush thinking about what that must be like and then ask, “What about you two? What are you guys like?”

“Sarah gets very giggly. And chatty,” Mitch answers. “And Harry gets the munchies.”

“Seriously?” You ask. Harry, the person in this relationship who is most regimented about what he eats and rarely ever snacks, gets the munchies?

“Oh, for sure,” Harry answers. “All bets are off when I’m high. Calories don’t count,” he finishes with a shrug.

“I wonder what I’d be like,” you say quietly.

“Y/N, do you want to try it? We’d all be with you, make sure nothing happens,” Sarah says.

You sit silently for a moment, debating what to say. This was another goal of yours for this conversation. You want to try getting high, especially with the three of them, who you trust more than anyone. You had been offered weed at a couple parties before, and always turned it down, nervous that something could go wrong. But here? With Sarah, and Mitch, and Harry? Well, that sounds like it could actually be fun.

You nod and say, “Yea, I kind of do want to try.”

“Okay,” Harry says. “We can make that happen.”

After that, the conversation turns to other topics as you finish eating and cleaning up breakfast. Harry spends a good chunk of the day writing. Mitch helps him but heads to the grocery store in the afternoon. Meanwhile, you and Sarah work in the garden, getting it ready to put in some new plants.

Happy with your progress for the day, you head inside to take a shower. When you’re done and dressed you walk down to the living room where Sarah, also freshly showered, and Harry and sitting together on the couch. You join them, sitting beside Harry. He talks a bit about what he worked on so far and then you finally hear the door opening, alerting you all that Mitch has returned from the store.

All three of you join him in the kitchen, helping to put the groceries away. You get to one bag that looks different from the others, like it came from a different store, but it still just seems to contain some different snacks, namely chocolates and some gummy candies. You get a closer look and notice the little leaf symbol on all of the packages.

“Uhm, Mitch? What is this?” You know what it is, or at least, you’re mostly sure, but it feels like a good idea to actually confirm.

He looks over to see what you’re holding and smirks before saying, “Well that would be weed. Figured it wouldn’t hurt to grab some after our talk this morning.”

“Can we try it?”

“Sure,” he replies.

“Tonight?” You ask.

“Are you sure?” Sarah confirms.

“I mean, it seems like a good time. We have a free weekend, which never happens. And I don’t want to overthink it more than I already have.”

“Ok,” Harry responds. “After dinner if you still want to then these will be our dessert,” he says, taking the bag of goodies from you and putting it in a cabinet, far away from the rest of the snacks.

“Sorry it’s only edibles,” Mitch says to Harry. “Sarah doesn’t smoke, and I didn’t think Y/N would either. And you don’t like smoking alone so, yea.”

“Are you not joining us?” Sarah asks.

“Not this time, I want to stay sober just in case.”

“Look at you, going into daddy mode,” Harry jokes.

There’s a flicker in Mitch’s eyes at that, something you’ve never seen before. “Haven’t heard that nickname in a long time,” Mitch says.

“You haven’t earned it,” Harry replies, tone definitely cheeky, and a little suggestive. You tuck the encounter away in your mind, making a note to ask them about whatever that just was at another time.

Now that everything seems to be decided, you turn to start making dinner. With the prospect of a new experience on the horizon you need to do something that’s familiar to you. Sarah helps you cook, and the boys clean up after.

Once everyone is in comfy clothes you meet up back in the living room. Mitch is holding the chocolate bar and gives you a look before asking, “Still want to try this?”

“I do,” you reply. You’re excited, even if you’re slightly nervous about how you might act or if you might say something stupid while under the influence.

“Alright,” he replies.

Mitch opens the package, breaking off three pieces and handing one to each of you. He then passes the rest to Harry, saying, “You might want one more in a bit. It’s a pretty low dose.”

You pop the chocolate in your mouth, a thrill going through you at doing something you’ve always been told was dangerous. It’s silly to feel this way, knowing now that the likelihood of this having any type of negative outcome is extremely slim, but it still feels almost reckless in an exciting way.

Nothing happens for a bit, but you expected that. Harry ends up taking one more piece, and you wonder if you should as well. Before you can even ask, Mitch says, “No more for you, give it time.”

Sarah adds, “It’ll kick in soon, trust me.”

And she isn’t wrong. You don’t notice it happening, but eventually you feel different. Your body feels kind of tingly, and you’re smiling but you don’t really know why.

The next thing you know, you and Sarah are discussing the garden at length. The area you have set aside is totally not big enough. You need way more space so you can grow veggies and berries and like, three orange trees so you can make your own orange juice every morning. Harry gets up no less than five times to retrieve snacks from the kitchen and you discover you’re actually starving, which is weird because wasn’t dinner an hour ago? You’re never hungry so soon after a meal.

Some more time apparently passes, and you and Sarah are now laughing at a story Harry’s telling about his craziest fan encounter.

Suddenly you remember a comment from earlier and turn to Mitch. He’s sitting next to you on the couch, completely entertained by the antics of the three of you and doesn’t miss when your attention focuses on him.

When you don’t say anything for over a minute he gives you a confused look and says, “Can I help you?”

“Why did Harry call you daddy earlier?” You ask.

At this question both Mitch and Harry blush. BLUSH. You don’t think you’ve ever seen that before.

Mitch looks at your doe eyed, innocent expression and thinks for a minute how he’s going to explain this to you. He sometimes forgets that all your sexual experience has been with him, and there’s a lot you’re unfamiliar with. Sure, the fact that you have sex with three people at once might seem adventurous, but the sex you all have tends to be mostly very vanilla. Mitch watches your inquisitive expression as he figures out the best way to explain daddy kinks and dom/sub dynamics to you.

He decides to start by asking you, “Have you heard of daddy kinks before?”

Your eyes go wide as you realize that this is going down a sexual route. Sarah starts giggling next to you at your reaction and you pout before saying, “Don’t laugh at me, you know I was sheltered!”

“I don’t mean to, you’re just so adorable when you're all shocked and naive,” she replies.

Sarah then shifts on the couch so she’s laying sideways, her back against the armrest. She pulls you to her, so your back is against her chest. Mitch slides closer and Harry takes the seat next to him. You and Sarah both stretch out your legs over Mitch’s lap until your feet rest on Harry. You feel all warm inside, getting to be in contact with all three of them.

“Sorry for laughing,” Sarah says quietly in your ear. “You know how much we love teaching you new things.” You shutter involuntarily at her suggestive tone. She wraps her arms around your middle as Mitch says, “You never answered my question.”

“There was a question?” You say and start giggling. You search your fuzzy brain, trying to remember what he asked you, then trying to remember what you guys were even talking about.

“I asked you if you knew what a Daddy kink is,” he says, watching you closely in case you had another entertaining reaction.

This time your face goes serious, and Mitch can literally see the wheels turning in your mind as you come up with an answer.

After a literal minute of thinking you reply with a decisive, “No.”

“Okay. So, a common misconception is that someone with a daddy kink has daddy issues. And that could be the case for some people but that’s not really what it is. It’s about power dynamics. Like one person gives over control to the other person. And the one with control would be considered daddy.”

“Mitch, that was a fucking terrible explanation,” Harry says. “Y/N, did that make sense to you?”

“Not really, no.”

Sarah decides to take over and says, “Do you remember the night after one of the Wembley shows when we teased you on the ride home?” You immediately remember what she’s talking about and a shutter of pleasure runs through your body at the memory. “And when we got back to the room we edged you even more and wouldn’t let you come? And then made you come multiple times until you passed out?”

“Holy shit,” Harry says. “Why have I never asked about things you did before I joined? Fuck, that sounds hot.”

You blush at the memory and Sarah continues, saying, “That night, Mitch and I had the power. We were in control of your pleasure. You trusted us to take care of you. That’s what a dom/sub dynamic is about. And there’s different titles that doms go by, like sir and ma’am or daddy and mommy. Depends on personal preference.”

“And Mitch prefers daddy?” You ask. He huffs out a laugh and looks visibly flustered at this question, so you say, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Oh, he for sure prefers daddy,” Harry adds. “The first time I let it slip out, he came instantaneously.” Your body starts to heat up and you squirm in Sarah’s lap as Harry continues, “I’d asked him to restrain me and just take what he wanted. He went full daddy mode and didn’t even realize. One of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced.”

You can’t sit still any longer, so you move, your limbs uncoordinated due to the drugs and lust clouding your mind, but you finally succeed in straddling Mitch’s lap.

“I wanna do that,” you say.

“Do what exactly?” Mitch presses.

“I dunno. Everything. Anything you guys want to do. I want to give up control,” you answer.

“Darling, I don’t think you’ve ever been in control in bed,” Sarah says with another giggle.

“Okay but like, I wanna do it legit. Please, daddy?” You say with puppy dog eyes looking right at Mitch.

He groans, and you think you’re getting your way, so you move to kiss him and grind down in his lap. His hands grip your waist and frustratingly, they stop your movements.

“Look at me, baby,” he says, and your eyes dart back to meet his. “We can try it, but not now.”

“Why not?” You whine.

“Because you’re high and can’t fully consent. We all have to be sober to do this the right way. And there’s a lot we need to talk about first. We need to discuss limits, safe words, things like that. Okay?”

“Fine. But I won’t forget this.”

“Trust me babe, neither will I,” he replies, nipping at your ear and you give him a dirty look for teasing you.

“Now, why don’t we watch a movie?” Mitch suggests.

“Emperor's New Groove!” You immediately shout.

“What’s that one about?” Harry asks.

“Seriously? You’ve never seen it?” He shakes his head no and you look at the other two who confirm they’d never watched it either.

“NONE of you have seen Emperor's New Groove? That’s a fucking travesty.” They all burst into laughter since you never curse but this seems to be high enough stakes to earn the explicit word.

“We are watching it. Right now.” You jump off the couch, stumbling across the room to grab the remote. You plop back into Sarah’s lap, legs outstretched over the boys, and concentrate on putting the movie on.

Before you press play you say, “I have one very important question.”

“And what would that be, love?” Harry asks.

“Are there more snacks?”

Without a word he gets up and makes a trip to the kitchen, bringing back an assortment of treats.

You grab some of the chocolates and start the movie.

You’re all a giggling mess watching the movie, and you’re starting to get very sleepy by the time it’s over. Mitch has his work cut out for him, rounding the three of you up and helping you all get ready for bed. You cooperate with brushing your teeth and washing your face, but refuse to put pants on, arguing that it’s too warm and all you want is one of Harry’s t-shirts. You also refuse to walk from the bathroom to the bedroom, and Mitch steps in before Sarah can try picking you up while she’s still unsteady herself.

You’re basically dead weight in Mitch’s arms, and you laugh uncontrollably when he gently throws you onto the mattress. The night ends with all four of you together in bed, exchanging “I love you” back and forth repeatedly.

You fall asleep on top of Mitch, and he thinks back to how the evening went. He can’t help but smile at the fact that high Y/N is basically a combination of the other three when high. You laugh and talk uncontrollably like Sarah, snack like Harry, and get a bit more horny than usual like Mitch.

And he certainly won’t forget the conversation you’d had any time soon. He hopes the rest of you won’t either. As he strokes your hair and looks fondly at Sarah and Harry sleeping at his sides, he feels like today was a perfect day. And he can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.

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[ladyofthe-lake]

"Wild Edible Plants of Kansas" — a suptober24 ficlet

Summary:

Dean and Cas are living out the rest of their days, happily retired from the hunting life, in the bunker. Cas gets his hands on some books about foraging. Domestic husbands ficlet.

When Cas learns about foraging, he becomes insufferable. No sooner does he see a foraging account on Instagram than several books about it show up at the door of the bunker, and Dean has to have another talk with him about ordering things to be shipped to their home. No matter how calm things have been for years, he doesn’t like the idea of some mega-corporation having his damn address.

“But Dean, you can just eat food that you find in the wild if you know what to look for,” Cas explains as he spreads the books on the tables that used to be used solely to research monsters, Heaven, Hell, and other manners of the supernatural. Now, they pull out the books occasionally, but more often than not, when Dean and Cas catch a whiff of something weird, they call in another hunter, someone a bit more spry.

They’re getting old, they’re getting soft — something Dean never thought he’d have the chance to do.

“Okay,” he says, leaning against the table with a beer in his hand. “So…” He taps the cover of Wild Edible Plants of Kansas. “This is better than just going to the grocery store how?”

Cas looks at him seriously. “This is all free.”

“Well, everything’s free for us,” Dean points out, a half-smile on his lips, as running credit card scams will never get old and at this point he’d be more surprised if he got caught for it than if the apocalypse were to get restarted.

“No, but this is free for everyone,” Cas replies. “All of the creation of the Earth, just… there for anyone to enjoy and to use.” He avoids saying ‘God;’ he’s careful like that, having moved into a more general spiritual realm since everything that happened. Cas likes to think of them now as creatures of the Earth, everything belonging to a cycle. Dean doesn’t even roll his eyes at the tree of life tapestry that Cas has hung up in the dungeon, where he goes to meditate these days — when they’re not pulling out the restraints and chains for their own use, of course.

“Right, but the grocery store is also—” Dean starts, but Cas cuts him off.

“You don’t understand,” he says. “It’s not the spirit of things. We were meant to all be able to enjoy equally. Capitalism, it’s gotten—”

“Okay, okay.” Dean raises his hands up in surrender. As soon as the word ‘capitalism’ gets thrown into the conversation he knows Cas is headed into lecture territory and Dean doesn’t really need to hear that. “You do you, man. I’m gonna be in the garage, gotta get to work on that GTO.” As he turns to leave, the title on the Foraging Mushrooms book catches his eye and he says, “Just be careful you pick out the right mushrooms. Don’t want to get too crazy tonight with dinner, yeah?”

Cas’s eyebrows furrow but Dean leaves him with that, heading down to the garage to spend a couple hours on his latest restoration project.

It’s more than a few hours, though, and he’s lost in the music his speakers blast throughout the echoing space and the work of getting this car back into its original condition. He doesn’t hear Cas when he enters the garage, so Cas’s arms snaking around him from behind comes as a surprise.

Used to be, he’d have jumped at that, reached for his gun; and while he still knows where the nearest gun is, he doesn’t have it on him, hasn’t been carrying it around at home for a long time.

Now, he knows Cas’s touch well, knows that Cas is the only other one here, that they’re safe. Nothing’s hunting them, nothing’s out to get them; they’ve been left alone now for years, except for Sam’s regular visits.

Dean leans back against him, his hands too greasy to return the touch. “Sorry, got lost in my own world again,” he says, contented, arching his neck to plant a kiss on Cas’s cheek.

“It’s okay. I wouldn’t interrupt but I’ve made dinner and want you to come try it before it gets cold,” Cas replies.

“Alright, let me just clean up here and I’ll be done for the evening.” Dean’s been looking forward to the evenings in particular; he and Cas will curl up on the couch that they’ve put in one of the old storage rooms that now serves as their living room and they’ll put on a movie or TV show. They have to pause frequently so that Cas can ask questions or Dean can explain something he thinks is important for Cas to know, references to other things or information about the world that Cas may not have gotten yet. Their list of what to watch grows ever longer with things Dean wants to catch Cas up on and what he himself has missed over the years, too busy with hunting and demons and angels and all that shit.

If they have energy afterward, they’ll fall into bed together, naked and exploring the familiarity that is one another’s bodies. But if they’re both tired, they’ll fall into their normal positions, Cas’s leg slung over Dean’s, his arm wrapped around Dean’s shoulder, holding him tight. On the nights when the nightmares come, Cas whispers in Dean’s ear that he’ll save him from Hell, he’ll save him from Purgatory, he’ll save him from whatever comes to him, forever — for as long as it takes. And when it’s Cas’s turn for the nightmares, a side effect of being human that he loathes, Dean reverses their positions, wraps himself around Cas, kisses his hair, and murmurs the same reassurances: he’s saved him before, he’ll do it again, and again, and again.

The kitchen, when Dean arrives upstairs, smells delicious. Cas turns away from the stove with a broad smile. “I’ve made risotto,” he says, pronouncing the word like it’s brand new to him, which it probably is. Risotto certainly isn’t on Dean’s regular meal rotation and it’s not served at the restaurants and bars they’ve frequented in the past.

“Risotto?” Dean raises his eyebrows.

“Yes. I found some wild herbs and mushrooms,” Cas explains, dipping a wooden spoon into the pot and filling up a bowl with food.

“Just this afternoon?” Dean asks in surprise.

“Yes, the woods and prairie around here are teeming with wildlife. I told you.” Cas looks at him meaningfully. “The Earth offers up so much for us.”

Dean wanders over to peer into the pot. It does smell very good, and he takes the bowl that Cas offers him. “You checked and you’re sure these ain’t poison mushrooms, or the fun kind?”

“Ah, yes,” Cas says, “there’s a chapter on that in the book. These are edible and are not going to send us on a trip. Though, if you’d like to try some of those type, the Internet has told me that they are easy to acquire.”

Dean’s expression is all amusement as he heads over to the table and sits down. “You’d wanna try shrooms, Cas? Really?”

“It seems like a unique human experience,” Cas says, filling his own bowl and following Dean to the table.

Dean lifts a spoonful of food to his lips and pauses only a second to look up at him. “That it does, Cas. You know, some people take mushrooms to see God. That’d be my biggest worry — I don’t wanna see reruns."

Cas smiles softly at him and beneath the table, Dean feels Cas’s foot press against his own. “Then we can stick with this kind for now,” he replies. “There were many in the woods. We’ll eat like kings for years."

Dean would say his first bite is Heaven, only it’s better — he’s been to Heaven and it’s not what it’s cracked up to be. This, though. This is real; it’s earthy, and he can somehow taste Cas’s hands on it, can picture him in the woods, kneeling to pluck the mushrooms from their soil. He can taste the careful preparation of the meal, the care Cas puts into everything he does.

“Cas, man,” he says, looking up at him. “This is fuckin’ delicious.”

“I’m glad you like it, Dean,” Cas says, watching him in that way that’ll never stop making Dean’s heart skip into a quicker staccato.

Around them, their home is quiet, calm. The bunker is warm and safe, their evening spread before them in its simplicity and domesticity. Dean’s lucky, luckier than he could’ve ever imagined being. Outside, the Kansas night rolls in.

[chronicbeans]

Welcome Home Fae AU x Human Reader (Prologue? Concept?)

While trying to figure out what type of fae folk the other neighbors would be, I kinda came up with this idea if how an x Reader fic might start out. It only really has Wally and the Reader interact, since he is the only fae character I have made, and Eddie is stuck in the Fairy Realm. I just wanted to write it down before I lost it in all my other thoughts. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated! OwO

TW: Small Mention of Threatened Harm

You watch your father cradle the small baby in his arms, which, in all the years that it has spent in your family, has never grown at all. How many years has it been? Fifteen? Twenty? It doesn't matter exactly. It disturbs and saddens you that this baby, who was acquired before you were even born, has not grown an inch, while you are now an adult.

Your father sighs, rocking in his rocking chair. His hair is a mess and his shirt covered in dirt. "It will be okay, little fella," he says, letting the small babe in his arms grab onto his finger "the wet nurse should be here, soon. Mom may have left, but we can still feed you once the nurse arrives. Isn't that right, (Y/N)?" You weakly smile, nodding "Yeah. She should be here in a couple of minutes. Let me light some candles to warm you up, Liam. I know you don't like fire, so the candles will be a bit better than the fireplace." You hurry over, lighting a few candles as your father mutters a soft "Thank you, sweetie. That would be lovely."

Once you return with the candles, you set them down on the table near your father's rocking chair. He hums, seemingly trying to soothe the now crying baby in his arms. Then, he looks over to you as he asks "Did I ever tell you why I never leave Liam alone?" You nod in response "People want to hurt him, right? They want to hurt him because he never grows." "Yes... but there is more. You see-" the front door to your little cottage resounds as the nurse knocks on it. "I will tell you later. Would you be a dear and go pick some berries from the forest? Some mushrooms, too. I will make us some dinner to eat while we talk."

With that, you take your daily stroll through the woods. Your cartage is close to Faeshire, but not so close as to be able to see the village. There is no path to and from the village from your cottage, either. Your father explained it as a way to protect Liam from the people who wish to hurt him. He even said that it was why he left his mother. She wanted to hurt him, too. The only situation you have heard about that is similar to Liam's is... well, fae folk got involved somehow and messed things up. Despite this, it is clear that your father loves Liam very much, despite his oddities. Who wouldn't? Liam is so sweet and has done nothing wrong...

You are so lost in though, you didn't realize that you were also physically lost in the woods. You look left and right, unable to spot your cottage or Faeshire. You do, however, see a berry bush nearby, deciding that you might as well check them out. They... LOOK edible, but you have never seen them before. Neither have you seen the oddly colored mushroom ring a few feet from the bush, or the singular apple tree a few feet further. Stepping closer the the strange ring, you instantly recognize it as a fairy ring. Blues, reds, yellows and even purples and greens all dust the mushroom tops. You stand a few feet away from the fairy ring, knowing full well that it acts as a transport to the Fairy Realm.

A rustle in the apple tree catches your attention. You look up, expecting to see a squirrel getting ready for winter. It is late autumn, after all. Instead, you see a pair of dark eyes peering through the leaves, as well as a few specks of yellow and blue peeking through. Letting out a yelp, you step back a few paces, causing a snicker to emit from whatever is in the tree. "Hello, human!" A monotone voice says, followed by a few more rustles as the creature climbs down the tree to a lower branch.

Within moments, you finally get to see what it is. A man... no... thing is sitting on a branch. Its yellow skin contrasts its blue hair, which has a few tree branches seemingly tangled or growing alongside it, neatly styled alongside the hair itself. The large, dark eyes stare you down as it grins, a set of pearly white teeth seeming out of place for this clearly inhuman creature. You point to it, your hand shaking as you ask "You are a fae, right? What are you" "Wally Darling, dear human! Do not be afraid. I'm a simple dryad. A kindly dryad. Much better than a pixie or a troll."

You relax slightly. Yes... The dryad are naturally kind, as long as you do not harm the trees. You haven't done so, so this dryad should be kind to you, right? Might as well shoot your shot and see if it can point you in the direction of home, or to Faeshire. Either one is good. "Okay... I am so sorry for asking, Wally, but... Can you help me home? I live in a cottage not far from Faeshire. I lost my way while searching for berries and mushrooms for my father. I am not asking for much more than a simple point of the finger towards either place." He leans back in the tree, resting his back against the bark of the trunk as his legs lie along a large branch. "Hmmm... That should be easy. Too easy. There is something else on your mind, I can tell. A little-big brother, perhaps?" Your eyes widen. How does he know?

He then chuckles as your expression, pointing to you "Here's a little deal for you, human! I know that you want help with his situation. I'll point you in the direction of your cottage, like you asked so kindly for. Once you get home, I'll give you... let's say three days to bring your little-big brother to me. After that, we shall make another deal that gives me something proper in return. The first two days should be spent getting both yourself and your brother prepared for the cold. Then, on the third, simply walk in a straight line through the woods, and I shall put you on course to this exact location. Got it?"

You stand as still as stone, staring up at him. This deal is a bad idea, you know for sure. Deals between humans and fae almost always go wrong. In fact, you are pretty sure they never go right for the human, which... well, you are the human in this deal. The sky is growing darker, though, and the cold is slowly seeping through your cloak to the very marrow of your bones. You didn't dress for the weather, due to only expecting to be out for an hour or so. Soon enough, when the sky goes pitch black with night, the air will freeze you as you wander blindly through the forest. Not only that, but this dryad seems determined to make a deal. Yes, the dryad's are naturally kind to good humans... but what if this one doesn't see you as kind? It may use whatever powers it has to make you even more lost if you don't agree.

"Okay... I agree." It grins, with a smile as wide and sly as a cheshire cat. "Good human. Now, let me see... Over there is the best path. It has the most edible berries and mushrooms, and will lead you straight to your cottage." It points somewhere behind you. As you take a few steps in the direction it pointed in, the dryad calls out "I'll be sure to keep you safe on your way." Then, you hear it scuttle back up its tree.

It was right, as within a mere minute, you have mysteriously arrived home, your basket full of berries and mushrooms and your father holding you tightly. "Never go missing like that again, (Y/N)! I was worried someone might have hurt you, or worse..." "Don't worry, dad. I was just a bit lost. On the bright side, I have brought us a lot of berries and mushrooms for dinner. I don't know what you would make with these... but whatever you make is fine."

You look down into your basket to count how many mushrooms you got, only to be surprised by an odd fruit in the basket. Picking it up, you see a nice, ripe, red delicious apple has somehow found its way into your basket.

[pacthesis]

nostalgic food

i’ll want to reference this in the future

gỏi cuốn (spring roll with chicken, egg, rice noodle, carrot, lettuce, avocado)

peanut sauce is just peanut butter+water, hoisin+sriracha sauce, and a tiny bit of sesame oil (tastes good with almost anything imo)

yellow curry

rice noodle with chicken, potatoes, yams, onions, carrots in a creamy coconut milk and yellow curry paste broth

lemon juice and salt mix with garlic chili for dipping

bò kho (vietnamese beef stew)

kho is a cooking technique where a protein is braised in a mixture of fish sauce, sugar, and water or coconut juice to make a salty/savory result

bread dips in stew beef/potatoes dip in lime juice/salt/pepper mix

cucumber slices to offset the salty

xá xíu (cantonese style bbq pork)

the seasoning mix is made of sugar, powdered soy sauce, onion and garlic powder, and spices

the pink color very much freaked out middle schoolers at lunch

cơm tấm (broken rice, grilled pork, egg, pickled carrots/daikon with scallions/oil garnish and fish sauce)

bún bò huế (thick round rice noodle with beef soup)

more "fun" than phở imo

bún bò broth: spicy salty flavor (lemongrass, spicy chili, fermented shrimp paste, fish sauce)

phở broth: earthy sweet flavor (cinnamon, star anise, onion, ginger, garlic, herbs)

bánh mì (baguette sandwich with chả lụa (pork sausage), xá xíu (cantonese style bbq pork) coriander leaf (cilantro), cucumber, pickled carrots, and pickled daikon combined with pâté and buttery mayonnaise)

salmon instead of nem nướng̣ (viet grilled pork) with bánh hỏi (rice vermicelli)

feat nori (dried edible seaweed)

wrapped with lettuce and dipped in nước mắm (fish sauce)

bánh cuốn (rice noodle rolls filled with ground meat, wood ear mushrooms, onions)

topped with chả lụa (pork sausage) and fried red onions and nước mắm (fermented salted fish sauce)

a fav of grandpa's

pizza man mispronounces it as "bun goo" which makes my mom giggle cause the way he says goo sounds like penis

bánh tét (glutinous rice rolled in a banana leaf into a thick, log-like cylindrical shape, with a mung bean and pork filling)

bánh rán (deep fried sesame ball filled with mung bean)

bánh da lợn "pig skin cake" (tapioca starch, rice flour, mung bean, taro, coconut milk)

bánh bột chiên (fried taro rice cake, a fav of pizza man)

phở (broth: earthy sweet flavor- cinnamon, star anise, onion, ginger, garlic, herbs)

ive called phở mid but while eating this i was like huh this is good actually then my dad says this time he simmered chicken bones for hours like he's supposed to instead of using canned broth

improvised bún thịt nướng (rice noodle bowl with chopped grilled pork, egg roll, veggies, crushed peanuts, fish sauce)

a way to deal with leftover noodles from gỏi cuốn

every time i eat this i think of the time me and pizza man were in new orleans and he asked if i wanted to eat at a viet place and i was surprised cause he's not really into a lot of viet food but anyway i got bún thịt nướng

thịt kho (pork with eggs braised in sticky savory caramel of sugar, fish sauce, coconut water)

i have distinct flashbacks of being in the middle school cafeteria with my thịt kho and kids around me going "what is that??", "ewwww" lol

cháo (rice porridge with chicken or a white meat fish- often served with crunchy cabbage salad)

my dad likes it with youtiao (chinese donuts)

being sick means eating this! but we also eat it a lot when we’re not sick!

when my mom was young she would say yes to any dude that asked her out and order an obscene amount of food/the most expensive things on the menu and never hear from them again but my dad took her to a cháo place cause that was his favorite but apparently for cheapskates

he proposed two weeks later and she said yes

my mom is such a menace i wanna be just like her

[midgardian-witch]

Good day! Or evening! Or morning! Now that I've covered every part of the day....if you're still doing these...

Prompt 10, please? "*You're* the one avoiding me!"

Werewolf by Night, but make it Three's Company. Oh no! There's been a misunderstanding!

Sorry, I am very exhausted and loopy. And that was a Friends reference to a Three's Company reference. And honestly it's probably only funny to me. 🫠 Thank you for always indulging me. Byeeee.

I watched neither so I am very sorry for not getting those references 😔 But our favorite woof boy + misunderstanding? That I can absolutely do 👍

I did miss seeing you in my inbox lately so I am glad to see you're back for more Jack content! I hope you'll like it 💙

Idiots

tags: a little angst | a little fluff | misunderstandings | established relationship | gn!reader

ships: Jack Russell/Reader

AO3

Edit: added AO3 link

"You're the one avoiding me!"

"Stay away. This is too dangerous for you."

You were mad at him at first. Why couldn’t you stay with him like Ted did? Sure you weren't a supernatural creature that could crush someone's head with your bare hands but you could defend yourself! 

After some self-reflection you figured that maybe Jack was right. He was the werewolf after all. He should know best what could be dangerous for you and what wouldn't. 

You just weren't sure if he wanted to have you around even after the full moon. You tried your best to help around camp and to make things comfortable for Jack when he returned but when he did, he all but crashed back into his sleeping bag without another word. 

He was exhausted. Of course he was. You could only imagine how much energy the transformation must drain from him. So you decided to give him some space, take a walk, maybe forage for some food. 

You were wandering the woods, picking up mushrooms, herbs and other edible plants. You hoped Jack was alright, that he was resting like he should. It was difficult to stay away when all you wanted was to hold him close and take care of him. But he told you to stay away and he did need the rest, the time alone. 

He would find you when he was ready. Jack wouldn't just leave you alone out here.

But what if he wanted you to stay away forever? What if it wasn't just for this past full moon? 

Jack was a mother hen at heart. What if he thought he himself was too dangerous to be around you, not just the wolf? 

With your thoughts spiraling further into darkness you kept walking through the forest almost mechanically, your body on autopilot. 

You didn't even notice the sun setting again over the horizon. 

The only thing that finally pulls you out of your dark musings is someone yelling your name. 

You stop in your tracks and look around. It doesn't take long until you see Jack running in your direction. 

"Mi vida! What are you doing here? The moon is almost up again. You shouldn't be out here alone so late; it's dangerous!" 

You flinch as he says it, the words too close to what he said before, to what drove you into the forest in the first place. 

Jack sees you flinch and freezes, afraid he may have scared you. 

"I'm sorry, mi amor. I'm still a bit agitated from last night."

You shake your head, your teeth worrying your lower lip. He moves closer to you, arms open to signal that he was going to hug you, letting you decide whether or not to let him. You lean into his embrace, the one space you would always feel safe in. 

Jack holds you close, arms tight around your body as if he never wanted to let you go again. 

"Please don't go alone into the wilderness again when it's dark, mi amor. I understand that you want to avoid me but-"

You freeze in his embrace. 

"What? You're the one avoiding me!" 

Jack pulls back only a bit so he can face you. He looks terribly confused. 

"I am not avoiding you, mi vida! You are the one walking into the woods alone away from me."

"Because you were avoiding me! Because you think you're so dangerous and I can’t handle being around a werewolf and- and…"

You look at each other in silence for a few seconds before you both burst out laughing. 

"We are idiots."

Jack nods in agreement, a big grin on his face. 

"Ah yes but we are each other's idiot."

[jennycalendar]

the only thing i know about bg3 is that there is a bakery involved i think?? :’) so my 3 words are: kolache/autumn/astounded

hilariously the bakery is the one thing i made up. i am delighted to know i have talked about it enough to make it sound like it's part of the game though. set post-fic (that few have actually read yet lmao)

Marigold is sitting on the kitchen table, ink-splattered parchment covering every square inch of the room. Gale steps gingerly over what looks like a hybridized recipe-spell combination, nearly slips on what appears to be just a recipe, and places a tentative hand on her shoulder. She doesn't look up from her scribbling.

"She just gets like this about the seasonal pastry changes when we get all the different fruits in," Sofie says, hardly bothering to look up at him. She's sequestered herself in the corner with some of Marigold's papers, scanning them with the same unwavering focus as her mother. "O'si, Gale's here for..." She raises her head to squint at Gale. "Why are you here?"

Marigold is not paying attention. She's written ROTATING GLITTER KOLACHE???? in large letters at the top of the parchment she's holding, which sounds on par with her years-ago attempt to figure out a way to collect torchstalk mushrooms and see if they're edible. "No, that's not autumnal," she mutters, "glitter is all-seasons, and Norie put a ban on glitter in the bakery for Minthara's sake after The Incident. Not glitter." She scratches out ROTATING GLITTER KOLACHE, then writes RED ???????? as though this means anything.

"Red??" Gale echoes, curiously, playfully.

"Oh, hello, dearest," says Marigold. She doesn't bother to look up. "Would it be too much trouble to run down to the shops and buy everything on that list?"

Gale looks around the kitchen and takes in the sheer volume of scribbled-on parchment, all in Mari's hyperspecific shorthand that he's only recently begun to learn how to read--and this is after three years of marriage and four years of courtship before that. "Shopping list," he says. "Yes. I..."

"Got it!" says Sofie. Eyes still on her own recipes, she snaps her fingers. A crumpled-up sheet of paper just by Gale's foot unfurls itself and floats into his hands.

Astounded, Gale says, "How on earth did you know where that was?"

Marigold looks up at him with extremely affectionate bemusement. "Well, it wasn't hard to find, was it?" she says. "No offense meant, Sofie."

"None taken," says Sofie. "It was fairly obvious."

Gale decides that now is a very good time for him to run down to the shops.

[moonfurthetemmie]

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Part 6

June 19, 20XX

Mercury looks tired. His hair is messier than ever.

"I completely forgot I was making these. Sorry, I- Wait, why am I apologizing? It's not like anyone will have to wait between the video entries. God, I've been alone too long already."

He runs a hand through his hair.

"Okay, what's happened in that past...how long has it been? Uh...Well, there was a noise outside last night. Didn't sound like an animal. It seems like there's something outside that's just staying out there, but I can't tell what through all the mold and gunk on the windows. The front door isn't exactly guarded, but-"

Mercury suddenly snaps his fingers, his eyes lighting up.

"Oh! That's right! The big mushrooms! Oh, shit, and the smaller mushrooms; yeah. Okay. So, firstly, the smaller ones-"

He reaches off screen and pulls over a bag of mushrooms. The caps are tall, a rusty orange color, dotted with dark red and black spots. They look dry.

"Some of the mushrooms out there are edible. Was it stupid to try? Absolutely, but I can't leave and anything left in the kitchen is either spoiled or compromised at this point. Maybe both. I had to find something to eat."

He sets the bag off to the side.

"It's only a certain size and shape, though I'm not sure I could tell you the difference without showing you more of the ones outside. I've found that exposing them to high heat burns off the spores. I've been living off of them for the past few days, and I haven't had any adverse effects yet. They might not be completely safe, but it gives me some extra time, so I'll take it. They seem to have most of the basic nutrients a human needs, which is weird, but for now I won't question it. So, yay."

Mercury's look becomes more grave.

"Some of the big mushrooms, though...I think they're how Zircon and Koroit knew I was in Jade's room, and part of how they know when he's trying to escape. I say 'part', because I think the mushrooms let them communicate without actually speaking."

Mercury pulls out a phone, and shows the screen to the camera. It's a large entry way, with mushrooms reaching all the way up to the ceiling flanking a pair of large double doors. There appears to be a complex network of roots on the floor.

"I'm not certain about the mushroom telepathy between them all, but if I get too close to the doors, someone shows up to stop me. Always. But, if they can sense things from those mushrooms-"

Mercury sets the phone down,

"-Then I don't know why they couldn't communicate with each other with them. Since Jade's covered in the mushrooms, I wouldn't be surprised if he was connected to that network, too; and it would explain how he knew that people were coming to his room."

He folds his arms over the desk.

"If I wasn't living this fungal nightmare, I'd be fascinated. Unfortunately, here I am. Aaaand...What else, I feel like I'm forgetting something..."

Mercury gazes around the room, before settling on something.

"Oh, yeah, I've started trying to find a cure," he says, casually. A note despair can be heard in his voice. "I have no idea if I'll find anything. This thing is...It's not normal, whatever it is. I know mushrooms and fungus and things are weird, but this is...this is a whole new level of it. I've been given no reason why it would be even harder to deal with than your average fungal infection, but given everything else I've seen, I wouldn't be surprised if it was."

Mercury sighs, and shakes his head.

"I'm not sure what else to do, though. I suppose I could try to get Zuli, but frankly, I don't know that he's even alive. The basement was disgusting enough already. Even if he had enough food, who knows what kind of illnesses he could catch down there."

He reaches forwards.

"...I'll try anyways. I could use the company."

The video ends.

[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

annotated DBD!!! episode FIVE

NIKO'S VOICE in the thingy!

"dyou wanna kiss monty" *cue charles face*

YOU CAN HEAR CHARLES' MOM CRYING OH NOOO

TNN'S SCREAM LMAOO

not the David/Charles paralells

Edwin. I think he really is trying to make a joke there. At least he can read the room now.

Eddie's maaad

Well I guess Charles can't read the room

how did he know??

also. ghosts don't sleep so they don't have nightmares. not important just interesting.

this scene is actually so sweet. more breakups on screen should be this sweet.

Who are the Taurus and Aries in the group?

I blame the guy from School Spirits for making me trust these assholes.

is that the University of Dublin?

it was exactly the plan.

they were gonna go to school together awww

they didn't even get split up after dying..

"they're just like us" "they're just best mates" Charles what are you saying

These guys REALLY don't want to do a seagull thing, huh.

MUSIC

only partly relevant but there's a US flag behind Niko as she mails the letter

wait where have I heard the music before?? the thing that plays when Niko sees Maxine's letter?

The music that plays after the chapter title!!!

the "Pathway to Knowledge" sign has a bunch of circles in it

Niko is so dramatic the way she moves omg

Charles: haha the cliff thing was good right?

Edwin: *sighs in oh fuck* *changes the subject*

Charles: Oh so we're talking about THIS now are we?

Also I think it's really cool for a teen show to have characters this excited about kissing. Like, I feel like lots of shows only have teens who are much more involved, and not everyone is into that.

Niko-ass question

the way he talks and moves when he says "I felt it up here" (in his head) wtfff he's so cute

aw you've been holding on to that one

the tone of voice when he says "of course"

AND now we're back to these two

the music here is so cute

interruption trope

Niko's smile when she looks at them all <2

Interesting that keeping them alive is what gets Niko to finally tell these two to be nice...

I love her voice when she says "outlook not so good"

Also it's interesting that Niko checks the 8-ball so frequently. She wants to know when she will die. (she won't tho!)

ew that mushroom thing CANNOT smell good

Also don't mushrooms have roots?? that soil looks shallow.

"I was supposed to see Edwin today, but of course they're off on another stupid case" he sounds like a caricature of himself. I love him.

actually I think his shirt might actually have a car on it

the way he's sittingggg

maybe you wanna try.... harder

why was that so hard for her to say? Also I feel like there's a double meaning here..

Monty perks up his little head IN GONNA DIEE

I don't know what that stereotype teenage tone of voice is called, but Monty has it every time he talks to Esther and it's hilarious

DON'T YOU DARE MENTION THAT BLOOD GODDESS NAME

There are little plants in jars on the windowsill

ew she grabs his face. threats of violence

So they don't remember even leaving the party, huh

Edwin is so serious lol

Also have they NEVER been to Maren's house?? In a different memory, Brad was totally at Maren's. Why did he never see the tree until he died?

I wonder if Maren only painted the eyes after hearing about her pictures.. as if she could feel people looking at her. That's pretty sad to think about.

no bro the eyes are not part of the bark

Brills? Really?

Charles has his Doom Patrol coat but Edwin literally didn't even change clothes

Why is that girl even talking to a "reporter" then?? do you think a reporter will be impressed by your drug use? do you think she will care if you can't give her information?

he wants to be so cool with the glasses

I remember that Jenny said a similar skeletons line at one point, maybe with the letters?? I'll have to recheck my notes!

why does this mascot bitch care??

THE KNIVES

so assuming Jenny is being literal that every edible bachelorette in town has cats, we can assume that there are fewer than 146 single women in all of Port Townsend.

her lil look round the room

Does Niko have a pompom stuck to her nail???

maggot-infested!?

Trawler is a bad name for a newspaper

we don't actually have time to see Charles face when Richy mentions the supposed suicide pact

Crystal: I talked to Maren, and (serious words)

Edwin, looking at Charles: 👁👄👁

Charles' eyebrow raise at the word "hand jobs" LMAOO

she really said ur 2 pussy 2 kill ppl. not me tho

MUSIC!!!

and for the whole rest of the episode, we never find out more about Shelby apparently stalking Brad

OH. MY. FUCK.

rule number one: if she sends you anonymous floral stationary letters from a typewriter, YOU are not the over-the-top crazy one.

is there a board on the wall with three clocks???

He rly said "ur too hot and jock-like to converse with her"

she died in her blue dragon tracksuit.

Those two REALLY like doing that creepy teleport thing, huh.

Also they totally ignore Crystal for this entire interaction

"can fuel a hyste- can change a ghost" look who's on his misogyny redemption arc

nevermind

at least he's being all business and actually wants to get to the bottom of it

I don't know what to say exactly, but I love the entire Crystal-Charles interaction after the Shelby thing

oh yeah, and the eggshells line! I said that was important!

what does a peacock feather tattoo mean??

"run" sure. totally not stalking.

I think this is the first time in the series that Jenny makes a joke. She really was opening up.

the way when Maren mentions adderall, Charles looks down like 'damn it' and Edwin is like "hmmm"

perhaps we should follow up with this 'Molly' character

Also I kinda do wanna hear the molly story now. what exactly was going on?

why don't you want to be seen with her, Maren? because you don't want her death to trace back to you?

Edwin is already a little suspicious of Maren...

yes Edwin, we all care about her bathroom.

there's. a fucking doll shoe glued to her photo wall??

that is a weird fuckin place to put a light switch

the frickin. lean in front of the closet.

wait there's a ballerina thing!! like Isolde from the comics!

random round red lantern on the dresser. sure.

there are lights on by the closet, but none by the bed and none of the overheads. is that weird, or am I weird?

he just fuckin. breaks it open. I guess Maren knows less about the killing biz than Esther.

Thank gods Crystal has the sense to not drink that!

Do you think they have Maren a green phone case just so we could tell hers apart?

The way she doesn't even realize what she was doing until it was over..

pk but why tf did they go out of their way to write ""desire"" into the script?? "I've got zero desire to tell them" NOBODY TASKS LIKE THAT

why is there one random really bright light??

As far as I know, nobody told Crystal about Edwin's death, right?? Did she figure it out when they were talking to TNN or something?

"cutting meat can be really cathartic"

dragon tattoo??

what's her ear tattoo?? if anyone has a tattoo guide for Jenny lmk

your oversized nightshirt

she can just accidentally see into Jenny's THIRD FLOOR window from that close by in the alley and see what she's watching??

Good for Jenny, she is always straight up and says what she feels

I LOVE the backlighting bc even though this isn't a cartoon, Machine has such a good character silhouette. the obvious cardigan and loose skirt. the chunky mary Jane's. peak character design incredible shape language, looks fantastic with the cleaver.

Jenny is alive only because Maxine tripped on some shit and impaled herself. Holy fuck.

Maxine: overturns the fucking table

Crystal: um why are there flowers in here

they met up with those guys back at the school.

your gonna what?

I love the gloved hand drawing the bag all the way closed. like why does that make it look like they're about to make out in there. also the little melody that plays at that time!!

the random mix of warm and cool lights. okay.

I love that Charles can actualy talk about his feelings now!! that, and he and Crystal made up.

Ironic. worrying about being bad is what Edwin says means you're good, so do you then have to not worry? I mean, at least he tries.

What is Charles thinking when Edwin says he's the best person he knows? does he trust Edwin's opinion on that?

"let's get you sorted first" and then that little sniff. there's so much going on there.

Edwin was being pretty courteous by not making it about himself, but he also just want ready to talk about his shit yet. Charles might feel cared for, but he also might worry that Edwin can't come to him with this stuff anymore, but he is still respectful and A)asks about Edwin's feelings and B) doesn't press the issue

David wants to give Crystal a smooth brain!? is that what he said?

Also yeah. he seems really excited to eat some dumpster fish.

She wants to kill him.

why is the fog. glowing.

I mean, trust this show to always have some random-ass light source.

WHEE

so Monty must have met Charles and Edwin near the butcher shop, then Edwin went off with Monty and Charles saw whatever the fuck happened to Crystal. Well, it must have been some other time on the way, actually, because um. Edwin editor not have left of he saw the whole. Production. going on there.

"I have something to tell you" Monty is so fucking excited :(((

"I think it best of we stop seeing eachother" WHY. It's this, like. A Yue thing? He just thinks being around Monty is too confusing to deal with?

If Edwin thinks Monty isn't in love with him, then all he's doing is saying that he's in love with Charles. So why would he want to stop seeing Monty? If he DOES know Monty likes him, why would he draw it out so long and let himself be misconstrued?

I think that Edwin changes his mind about what to say literally as he says it. New territory for him, I'm sure.

Monty's voice is so sadd when he says baggage

Do you think Monty knew that Edwin wouldn't feel him?

while you don't want things to be awkward, then what? I hate when characters get cut off. I WANNA KNOW!!!

MUSIC

the songs in this show always match the vibe PERFECTLY!

Also Monty's FACE. I always say you can tell this is his first time with people feelings because he puts them ALL THE WAY on display.

He's sad bc Edwin doesn't like him back but he's also maybe upset that he failed Esther but also scared of what Esther will think/do and probably guilty for thinking about Esther instead of Edwin but also guilty for having feelings for Edwin both because of Edwin's reaction and bc of his mission and also hurt that Edwin doesn't live him back and also blindsided because he thought otherwise and like. there's so many things going on and none of them even really occurred to him before and he's thinking up every single one in succession and you can see it on his face.

NOT THE CAT EYES

[fortunefeather]

“You aren’t making any sense.” //from one fool who forgets to sleep to another (aka from ava-)

"Really? I was speaking plain common..." he says, trying not to sound slightly annoyed that his interesting tidbit of information had been misunderstood.

"I'll start again, this is important to know. If you're ever in the Underdark, you need to be able to recognize helpful and harmful fungi. It could be life or death."

He then goes on to start rambling off various strangely named mushrooms and what they do, plus if they're edible. Unlike most people when sleep deprived, Age'ian tended to talk faster when he was tired...

[the-fiction-witch]

Paradise

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sexy + Smutty ish

Concept Paradise

I woke to the sounds of squawking, it caused me to stir and sit up. I felt strange, I could feel grass tickling my legs, as my eyes cleared I saw the place I was in. The almost infinity stretching green field with all manner of trees, flowers, mushrooms and other such beautiful life. A sweet cloudless sky hung over it all, birds and butterflies dancing in the sweet sky even a few small animals could be seen in the trees like squirrels and rabbits. Untouched by anyone or anything. To my left was a beautiful beach with a vast stretching crystal blue ocean that met a sweet sand with a few dark rocks to the side that clearly had hot pools lining them as well as a sweet waterfall that fell from a high cliff. It was a paradise almost too much like paradise.

I looked down at myself. I found I was utterly naked with nothing to hide myself with. I quickly got up and began gathering what I could to make myself makeshift clothes as best I could given I didn't exactly have survival skills. But I had enough to conceal me and that's all I wanted. I began to walk across the beautiful green land imagine at some point to find something, anything, a house, a cave signs of life that weren't meerly animals. I did find caves but they were empty, I found rivers full to the brim with fish, I found hot springs, thick spa like mud pools, and get nothing was ever dangerous any animal I can across met me with sweet kisses and purrs, any terrain I encountered was always safe to go through as if this place had been made not to be dangerous to me. No matter how far I walked I would always return to the same beach as if I was meerly walking in a constant loop. Soon enough the sun began to set but the night never got cold, it was always a sweet temperature warm enough to sleep outside in the grass and watch the beautiful stars move across the sky. 

I slept well given everything, I ate the berries and fruits from the various plants and trees surrounding me all of it edible and I'd yet to find a single so much as a rotten strawberry it was like nothing ever went bad here and strangely everything was always in season here strawberries grew beside pumpkins apples beside oranges and limes, blackberries beside potatoes. Like this place was untouched by evil no mean animals, no rot in the food, no danger anywhere, no cold temperatures like nothing has ever know evil as of everything bad had been removed from the world. 

I'd been here for several days exploring where I could it was a perfect place it couldn't be denied even if I was still hesitant about it all.  

I needed a wash after my day so I headed down the beach and into the sweet waterfall taking off the small clothes I had created to wash my body as best I could given I had yet to find any soap I gently hummed as I washed I turned to let the waterfall rush though my hair and I noticed a sight. Over by the trees, I saw a figure slightly hidden behind the tree I knew it wasn't an animal it was another person. I looked closer and saw it was a man he was watching me and clearly masturbating.

I immediately screamed covering myself he jumped and tried to bolt but I grabbed the stick I'd been using to walk around with and ran after him cornering him by the river 

"Whoa whoa whoa!" He says trying to prevent me from coming any closer "relax. Relax. I'm not going to hurt you" he says 

"What are you doing here!" I yelled 

"I don't know. Okay I don't know either. I woke up here same as you" he says 

"How do you know I woke up here? Did you bring me here!"

"No! I found you a few days ago wondering around I just assumed you woke up here too" he explained "honestly the last few days I wasn't totally convinced you were real"

"What?"

"I've been alone here a while I didn't know for sure I wasn't imagining you" he explained "frankly I'm still not totally convinced" he says 

"Who are you?"

"I don't know. I don't remember my name. If I ever had one" 

"Yeah… me either" I said slowly lowering my stick "what were you doing watching me!" I asked raising my stick again

"I'm sorry. I've been alone for a while I have been keeping an eye on you the last few days and… yeah your uhhh your really beautiful" he says glancing down at my still naked body 

"Hey! My eyes are up here"

"Sorry."

I relaxed a little and we went sitting on the grass together watching the waves and eating some strawberries 

"How long have you been here?"

"Three weeks" he shrugs 

"When did you find me?"

"Only about four days ago" 

"Where have you been? I've been here a week"

"The big cave near the river"

"Oh, I haven't been in there"

"Why not?"

"I thought I heard a bear in there"

"What?"

"I heard loads of grumbly noises"

"Ohh I was probably trying to wake up" he says making me laugh a little "why do you think we're here?"

"No idea. I'm sure there's some crazy reason for it all" 

"Yeah, still worse places to be trapped I guess"

"True"

"And… worse people to be trapped with. I don't mind being stuck here with you" he smiled 

[ayearwithoutwater]

Seventeen.

"Life is too short to not have the málà pot of your dreams." It's a text message I recently sent to the love of my life (he's going to chastise me for referring to him as such; I'm equal parts facetious and sincere). It cost him fifty dollars for his meal in total, but it's okay because, as he says, he deserved it.

I remember 麻辣香锅 making further inroads on the New York City food scene with the quiet opening of Málà Project in the East Village towards the end of 2015 and beginning of 2016, whose wintry soft opening came as a welcome surprise to me because I lived, at the time, just around the block from their shop. I didn't grow up eating dry pot because my family hails from the Hunan province, as opposed to the dish's Sichuan origins, but its spicy and fragrant palate is a familiar cousin of the cuisine of my upbringing, so it's unsurprising that I immediately favored this new style of eating.

Málà dry pot is a dish best defined by its infinite potential. Dry pot, as opposed to hot pot (pick your favorite foods and boil them in a broth of your choosing), is a stir fry comprising various ingredients and, though there are many that commonly grace Sichuanese restaurant menus as tried-and-true stalwarts, virtually anything that is edible can constitute the dish. Restaurants can and do offer preselected combinations, yet the most fun is had when one chooses each individual ingredient (my own favorites include taro, roe-filled fish balls, thinly-sliced beef, mushrooms, and any of the vegetable options). In his dry pot, the love of my life racked up his bill by indulging himself, but that's entirely the point of the dish: to construct and eat precisely that which pleases you. Whatever is thrown into the frying pan, it is all laced together with an addictive spicy and tongue-numbing (and oily) seasoning prepared with chilis and, of course, 花椒 (Sichuan peppercorns).

I remember attempting a rudimentary investigation on the relative anonymity of dry pot in New York after having my first. My relatives had told me that it's long been a popular dining style (Chipotle, but Chinese and spicy) in China, but I was baffled by its lack of presence Stateside and particularly in New York, which counts at least three distinct Chinatowns. I quickly became a regular at Málà Project because it was conveniently located and the food was novel and delicious. I couldn't help myself—I was addicted, from my very first order that I couldn't eat because my dining companion was allergic to the shrimp that was tossed into our order by the generous (and very exuberant) chef, to the dry pot I'd ordered to be so spicy, as a test of my own capacity for heat, that I immediately got a nosebleed, to all the meals I ate by their open windows, during one of which my then-boyfriend randomly strolled past as I marveled at the serendipity of eating dry pot in New York. I was in love with dry pot, and I wanted to know why it wasn't a bigger deal.

It turned out that Sichuan peppercorns, the prime ingredient for 麻辣香锅, were summarily banned from the country by the United States Department of Agriculture (USDA) out of fears that it would carry citrus canker, a bacterial disease that decimates citrus trees (but "does not affect humans"). Slate reported that this ban was heavily enforced between 2002 and 2005, after which its importation was allowed if the peppercorns were heat-treated so as to kill any possible canker germs, which was believed to negatively impact the potency of its flavor. Either way, its ban seemed to be rather overwrought, most specifically because Sichuan peppercorns aren't imported for any use outside cooking, a process through which sufficient heat to kill the germs would be applied to the peppercorns anyways. Then, in 2016, the USDA (somewhat ironically) admitted that Sichuan peppercorns don't even carry citrus canker; it would carry a Sichuan pepper tree-specific variant, if at all. This meant that Sichuan restaurants in the United States were about to have free reign to amp up the flavor of their foods and, indeed, USDA agents by 2017 were instructed to merely "inspect and release" imported Sichuan peppercorns. New York has since seen a veritable explosion in popularity of Sichuan-style eateries.

This coincided with a demonstrable rise in China-to-United-States immigration statistics (around 56% of the current Chinese American population arrived after 2000) as well as anecdotal evidence of an increase of Chinese international students attending American colleges such as New York University, my alma mater, around which sprang thriving businesses of more authentic cooking to serve these students and their wallets. But, I too was a beneficiary: I could spend my days eating with precision, following international students to their preferred restaurants. No longer would my taste buds have to be mollified by bland, Americanized Chinese food; life is too short to not have the málà dry pot of my dreams.

For Seventeen, which is my favorite number, I wanted to talk about what the number has achieved for me and how we spend our lives. I spent the summer of 2017 frequenting málà dry pot restaurants in Chengdu, each better than the last, because I had a new mantra for life: nothing is a given, so I should live each day without regrets.

I know it's a contrived adage. I know it's been done to death by hedonists and nihilists alike, but I also thought that they had a point. I had just finished 地球往事 (Remembrance of Earth's Past), a series that was later recommended by President Obama, who I resented for his praxis diametrically opposing all the progressive political works and screeds that he'd famously studied throughout his youth, and the series' dark forest hypothesis haunted me because it seemed to be logically sound. I had studied personal agency while I was an undergraduate student, and my nascent adulthood only confirmed that my life was, in the grand scheme of things, altogether insignificant—what I did, who I was, all of that meant nothing to anybody.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, in White Nights, explored helpless loneliness, a despondence engendered by solitude. We're social creatures, and we need each other, but I had the same takeaway from White Nights as I did Remembrance of Earth's Past: my personal agency might be subject to whatever limitations, but that means that I should take every opportunity to live as I wish particularly because my time here is finite. Is life stagnant and useless? But, fears must be confronted, not appeased—so what if it is stagnant and useless? And, if God is unconcerned with the whims of an insect, what concerns should the insect have for God? Genzaburo Yoshino asks us: "How do you live?" Annie Dillard has a suggestion: "How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives."

Seventeen brought my best friend to me, and it transported me to New York. My teenage days were spent within the seventeenth server of a multiplayer video game, where I first met my now-East Coast kin who welcomed me almost as a surrogate family when my own biological parents rejected me. Age seventeen embraced me with a suicide pact on which I later reneged, because I was able to begin living life on enough of my own terms. Because I knew life was meaningless, I ascribed to it all my invented significances, that my life would be worth living because I chose to continue living it. Nothing matters, therefore everything matters. And, if I just tell myself that I'll be having dry pot for dinner, I think that would be reason enough to go on.

[pscottm]

Inside Gaza’s Famine

Facing bombs and price gouging, people spend hours searching for enough food to eat one meal a day.

For most of March, Anas woke up and went out into Gaza City to look for food. On any given day, the 23-year-old would spend up to eight hours walking through the rubble, searching for anything edible to bring home and divide among the 12 members of his family.

After six months of war, there are no markets left in the city, but that doesn’t mean there’s nothing for sale. “It’s like a black market,” says Anas, who used to work as a network engineer and spoke on a first-name basis out of fear of being targeted by the Israeli military. “You walk around and find people selling stolen stuff.”He’ll walk a few miles, find nothing, then try looking in another neighborhood. Sometimes he’ll bring back a can of mushrooms, or maybe two pounds of rice, which can cost $45. Prices have jumped tenfold since October 7. “We eat one meal a day in order to sustain ourselves against the scarcity of food,” he says. Fresh vegetables are nonexistent. Flour is in short supply and exorbitantly priced. “Even for $200, you need to search long and wide and have a special connection to even be able to find a single meal,” Anas says. “It feels like a miracle when you find anything at all.”

[spellshite]

Very random thing I thought about my Tav/Durges while I was having one of my low-effort dinners (aka some scrambled eggs and a piece of chilli-pepper cheese).

Kylech is used to travelling and is one of the few that take the cooking duty in camp. But sometimes he's a bit heavy on the spices sometimes (to me, Tieflings run hot and can handle spicy food, sue me) so, after Shadowheart was tearing up for the spiciness of the food, he always asks Gale (I read a reply from his VA in one of his tiktok vids where he says he imagines Gale having a strong stomach, and I kinda like that idea lmao) to taste the food to avoid another accident.

Hrodak is territorial over food. If he cooks it, then you might be as well go to bed on an empty stomach because he won't share, to put it mildly. Sometimes even eats stuff raw. He's banned from cooking duty.

Xarann isn't really good at cooking "surface food" but when the party explored the Underdark he was the only one who knew what plant/mushroom/animal was edible and what wasn't, so that was the only time he was pushed to take on the cooking duty. He slowly started to learn how to cook non-Underdark things, of course.