#* you guys wouldn't happen to know any human recipes would you? *

[chimericaldomicile]

+D0es y0ur cu11er 1ike grub106f? Th6t's s0mething y0u m6ke 6nd then put in the 0ven f0r 6whi1e.+

* he likes human food. which makes this so much harder for me, honestly. *

[lucky-clover-gazette]

Obligatory Volo romantic/🥰 hc?

well if you INSIST (assuming the romance is with the player character here. also keeping these pretty positive and healthy, even though obviously there are plenty of uhhhh messier hcs to be made for this character specifically. i think tumblr will auto-shorten this post but please let me know if it doesn't and i'll add a cut)

in general, any iteration of volo wishes to demonstrate his devotion and usefulness to his partner through action. while he imagines a lot of grand gestures, it usually ends up being pretty mundane in practice. like getting things off tall shelves and tidying up a living space (he's a total neat freak). the exception is volo in a canon divergence where he actually becomes a god, in which case every gesture would be a grand gesture, and it probably gets out of hand

it's extremely important to him that togepi/togetic/togekiss loves his partner. he is genuinely so concerned about this, and fears what would happen if she didn't, despite togepi/tic/kiss being the literal embodiment of joy and love. this insecurity almost certainly stems from the fact that he still can't believe that togepi/tic/kiss loves him

he has read a lot of books and he loves to hear himself talk. also, he's been method acting for like five straight years and makes a living selling people things. the man has a way with words, take that as you will

he's a strict vegetarian (also doesn't eat eggs) for ethical reasons and knows how to cook extremely well to fit his dietary needs. one might expect him to be an "i'll eat a chicken because a chicken would eat me" kind of guy, but because humans have higher intelligence and the capacity for morality, volo holds them to higher standards than animals. therefore, it wouldn't be wrong for a chicken to eat him, but it would be wrong for him to eat a chicken. anyway this is a romantic headcanon because he really really loves to share his cooking, especially if it's a traditional recipe he found while researching history

he has a naturally pleasant singing voice and near-perfect pitch. the volo i write grew up on the mainland and came to hisui as a young adult, so i like to think that he grew up playing the piano and is very skilled, although out of practice. he occasionally hums or sings in front of his partner and it's very nice to hear

he knows how to sew and offers to help the player character make some modern clothing garments they miss from the future. also makes some clothing for them based on his own ideas, because he thinks they would look nice dressed up to his tastes :)

doesn't half-ass anything, especially not in terms of relationships. if he says it's casual, it's because his partner asked to keep it casual and he wants to respect their boundaries and honor their wishes, which is within itself something he does with intention and care

he is simultaneously very aware of the fact that he's beautiful in situations where it benefits him, and completely blindsided by his partner's unprompted acknowledgements of his beauty

loves going on hours-long walks with his partner and sharing/listening to enthusiastic diatribes about niche interests. bonus if the interest is totally unfamiliar to the other person. basically, ancient sinnoh video essays

he likes having regularly-occuring shared activities to look forward to. like, weekly game nights with his partner or taking their pokemon to battle at the training grounds as a team when they know some highly-skilled opponents are going to be there

likewise, he just really likes battling as a team. like if he and his partner run into the bandits in the wild, it's a genuine pleasure, because it means he gets to wield train his pokemon alongside someone on his level (also he likes being the hero sometimes, especially if he's upstaging arceus's chosen hero)

volo loves pda for several reasons: he's touch-starved, he's possessive, and he's a performer at heart

some fourth wall breakage, as a treat: he'd absolutely read romantic fanfiction about himself and leave multi-paragraph comments making corrections and highlighting lines he particularly appreciated

[hiemaldesirae]

T'is Thorn and I have an idea/prompt (if you want) I got off of Arrax's where Deamon!Alastor visited Kid!Vee. What if following the canon timeline a bit, and Alastor did die in the 1920s, but FTM!Vox lived in 1990-2020's and Demon Alastor could visit earth and he falls in love with his muse/Vox no matter what form she/he takes (after all, he's a demon. Dude takes the form of a stag, wendigo, a deer-man, a guy with antlers and deer ears so changing your gender probably wouldn't be a big turn off/big deal for him.) Now all Demon Alastor has to do is make sure Vox gets into hell. By any means necessary. Idk I thought this would be funny. Alastor trying to convince Vox to commit crimes and Vox is all no. OHH! Its even funnier if Vox hasn't had bottom surgery yet, and he can't see Alastor yet so he thinks it's period brain telling him to be evil and commit crimes because he's miserable and everyone must SUFFER as he does.

you and arrax have got to be in sync or something i swear every ask accompanies the others

this is honestly a really fun idea lmao. its sort of similar to the other radiostatic fic i was writing before beginning NODWFM except with the opposite sort of premise (its demon!al and human!vox trying to co-parent baby charlie, if thats something youd like to check out). i dont know if id be able to put it into writing, but i mean, its certainly an art concept id like to visit sometime. there isn't anything i have really to add onto this except... do you have any idea of what would happen if alastor actually succeeded in his goal? no pressure if you dont, i just dont have a lot of creative juices rn lol

(also that period brain thing is so real. add that onto the stress that NODWFM vox goes through on a daily basis and youve got yourself a recipe for disaster)

[randoimago]

May I please request the letters D and F for Naoto, Kanji, and Yu? 😃

Alphabet Headcanons

Fandom: Persona 4

Character(s): Naoto Shirogane, Kanji Tatsumi, Yu Narukami

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Doing these for Yu is so interesting because you can absolutely play him as cheating on everyone and agreeing with Adachi's whole "Marriage is a ball and chain". I did this as him being a decent human being though.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Naoto

Has honestly never really thought about it. She's spent so much time trying to prove herself and focusing on schoolwork and her career that she hasn't really thought about her actual future when it comes to family life.

She probably wouldn't mind it, but she does want to make sure she's comfortable and happy with herself before she has a partner.

She's very clean. There are times when she lets her desk get to an organized chaos, but when it gets to be too much then she does a very good job at cleaning.

As for cooking, it's decent (which is more than can be said for the others). Probably better at baking than actual cooking, but if she is using a recipe then she can do a pretty damn good job.

Kanji

Would like to settle down someday. He tries not to show it, but he is a sap for romance and should he find the right person then he'd like to be married and have/adopt kids. Just do the whole thing.

He's pretty good with cooking and cleaning. He isn't a fan of doing either, but his mom has griped at him enough so he can make a nice meal and makes sure to leave things looking nicer than he left them.

Yu

Not really something that's on his mind. He'd like to have a deep relationship with someone some day, but he doesn't quite know about marriage. It's definitely something to contemplate and talk about should the time comes.

At the beginning of the game, Yu can make something edible and keep dust off of shelves. Once his stats build up then he is a lot better at cooking and cleaning. Like Kanji, it's not his favorite thing, but once he's developed his skills then he can do a pretty good job.

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F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Naoto

Like mentioned above, a relationship hasn't really been right on her mind. She doesn't hate the idea of being in a committed relationship, but there will have to be a lot of patience because she wants to be happy with herself before she can be with someone else.

Probably dates someone for a long time. There's definitely questions from close friends/family about if you guys are ever going to get married. She just wants to make things perfect and if it's not then she'll wait.

She's not in a rush to get married. If she's in a relationship with the one then they will know how much she loves them and appreciates them with words even if a ring isn't on any finger.

Kanji

The idea of having a partner is very exciting to him, but he also knows he's scary and not the easiest to get along with so he's not in any rush for a relationship. When it does happen then he isn't going to look at anyone else.

Would be like Naoto with wanting to wait for the perfect moment, but ends up asking you to marry sooner than he wanted due to his mom's pestering.

He would have wanted to make things really nice and sweet but might just casually pop the question and try to take it back because he can do better, but you end up with the ring anyway.

Yu

Is open to having casual dates and seeing a few people before settling down with a boyfriend/girlfriend. He's still young and so he wants to have some fun in between the stress of being a high school kid.

When he does have a partner then he will be committed to them and happy to be with them, but until then he's happy with being casual.

Yu would wait a bit before marriage. He was casual with others before so he won't be too hot and heavy with the relationship, just seeing how it goes.

When he fully realizes he's in love then he'll sit on those feelings for a while just to make sure it's actual love and not something else.

[ahatintimestorybook]

Hopes and Friendships Chap. 20-A Witch's First Day of School

Hey guys! I’ve been on a roll this month with fanfics! Getting this one worked on after RHPC and while working on Indie Kids, which I also finished.

Thanks to @gigilefache for being my beta reader!!

Enjoy!

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It was the first day of school. Mu looked at herself in the mirror wearing the outfit Luka and Harriet had bought for her during their shopping trip. She sighed in disappointment and sadness knowing that she would be entering a new school that doesn’t involve magic.

Many anxious scenarios played her head as she trotted downstairs to have breakfast with Harriet and Luka. What if magic just somehow happens?  What if no one likes her? Not wanting to show her nervousness Mu took a deep breath and gave a smile as she approached the kitchen.

“Morning!” Mu beamed.

“Morning Mu, how did you sleep?” Harriet asked.

“I slept okay, thanks for asking,” Mu replied as she sat down next to her best friend. Luka placed a plate of waffles topped with berries and whipped cream in front of Mu. She smiled in delight. 

Taking her fork, Mu sliced a bit of the waffle and took a bite out of it. She smiled seeing it tasted sweet, and kept on eating. 

“Is it good? It’s my dad’s secret recipe.” Harriet mentioned. Mu nodded and kept on eating.

“You're gonna need your appetite for your first day of school.”  Luka mentioned as he prepared the girls lunches.

“So any questions about human school you’d like to know?” Harriet asked.

Mu thought which questions would be good to ask as there were far too many questions she had in mind. “How are human world schools different from magic schools?” Mu asked.

“Well to start, no magic and no crazy teachers that want to kill us,” Harriet mentioned. Mu sighed, but Harriet wasn’t sure if that was a sigh of relief for no evil teachers or a sigh of sadness for a lack of magic.”But, you’re in the same class with me.”

Mu’s eyes widened. “Really?” She asked. Harriet nodded. “But how? Is that not difficult to achieve?” She asked.

“Dad has a way!” Harriet replied.

“I won’t say who, but your teacher this year was an old friend of mine. I told them how we took in an exchange student from another country and to make sure you're not separated they put you in their class.” Luka explained.

Mu felt a wave of relief wash over her. She wouldn't be separated from her best friend. Once she and Harriet were done eating they grabbed their lunches and backpacks, but before they could leave Moonjumper and Boss looked at the girls hoping to come along with them.

“Sorry guys, you have to stay home with Dad.” Harriet told them.

“Aww…” Moonjumper sighed looking down.

Boss sighed in relif. “Good. I’ll just relax.” He replied as he went to Harriet’s bed and slept.

Moonjumper then latched himself on to Harriet and gave his partner the biggest puppy dog eyes. “Come on, can we please go with you?” He asked.

“You’ll be fine at home. Dad will take care of both of you.” Harriet told him.

“I can be a plush toy! I’m good at it!” Moonjumper explained.

“I’m sorry Moon, but don’t worry. I’ll be back home soon.” Harriet gave Moonjumper a hug and put down. “See you later!” She beamed, grabbing Mu’s hand as they ran out of the house too. They made their way along their path, Mu smiled and laughed, trying to catch up to Harriet’s speed.

Once they made it to Starshine Elementary, Mu became starstruck at how big the school was. “This is your school?” Mu asked.

“Yep!” Harriet replied. She smiled as the two saw a green and blue blur running by, “And here’s one of my closest friends!” She beamed. Mu saw a girl around their age come running down before them. Jumping at Harriet and giving her a big hug.

The girl had dark skin, dark brown curly hair tied with a light blue ribbon, purple eyes and wore a green blouse with a light blue skirt, along with white cat socks and black boots. “Harriet! I missed you!” The girl beamed.

Harriet giggled. “I missed you too Brandy.”

“How was your summer?” Brandy asked.

Harriet giggled. “You could say it was magical,” she replied.

Brandy giggled. She turned to Mu. “Who’s your new friend?” 

“Oh right, Brandy this is Emily, or Mu as she likes to be called. She’s an exchange student dad and I took in over the summer.” Harriet explained, going along with the story her dad told her. “Mu this is Brandy, we’ve been friends since Kindergarten.”

“N-nice to meet you.” Mu replied, stuttering a bit.

Brandy giggled. “Hi there, any friend of Harriet is a friend of mine!” She beamed, taking Mu’s hand.

Mu was nervous to reply but managed to give a warm yet shaky chuckle. Harriet nudged her witch friend and gave a wink. “If you like me, you’ll definitely like Brandy. She's really cool and fun.” Harriet mentioned. 

Brandy giggled. “Guess what, Harriet,” she asked. “I’m in the same class as you this year!” 

Harriet squealed. “That’s great,” she beamed, “the three of us should sit together!”

“You read my mind!” Brandy replied. With that Harriet grabbed Mu’s hand as the girls went inside the classroom.

Once inside, Harriet and Brandy reunited with all their classmates and started to talk about their summer together. “So Harriet,” Brandy whispered, “tell me about your magical summer.”

Harriet nodded. “A lot has happened you see-“ Harriet was then cut off by the bell meaning class was about to start. “I’ll tell you at lunch.”

Once everyone was in class, the teacher came in. Harriet’s eyes widened as she recognized her from previous interactions. The teacher wore a light blue dress, brown pants and black shoes. Her rose red hair was tied into a side braid. She faced the class with a bright smile on her face.

“Good morning, and welcome back!” The teacher said happily. “I’m Miss. Rose, I’ll be your 5th grade teacher for this year!” 

Harriet quickly got up from her seat. “It’s nice to meet you W-I mean Miss. Rose!” She blurted out.

Miss. Rose giggled. “Harriet, I know your dad knows me, but that doesn’t mean you’ll get special treatment to call me by my full name.” She explained. 

The class giggled, which made Harriet laugh alongside them, just a tad more embarrassed, as she sat back down. “Sorry, sorry, I’m just excited for this year that’s all.” She explained.

“Well, it seems like you guys did have a nice, long, exciting break.” Miss. Rose explained. “So as a starter, why don’t we spend this morning getting to know each other before you guys go meet with the elective teachers.” The class agreed. “Alright, to start, why doesn’t the exchange student take the lead.” She said pointing to Mu.

The witch knew the teacher was talking about her and stood up nervously from her seat. “Uh… hi… I’m Emily, but I like to be called Mu.” She started. “It’s nice to meet you all.” Mu sat down and sighed in relief.

The class smiled, which made Mu smile. “Feel better?” Harriet whispered. Mu nodded and the two listened to the rest of their class each talk about themselves and their favorite moments about summer.

After a while, it was Brandy’s turn to speak. “Well, I’m Brandy, and my summer was alright. I got to visit my aunt in the city.” She explained.

She then looked at Harriet giving her a turn to speak up. “I’m Harriet Kidd, and during my summer I-“

“Was stuck in your fantasy world again?” A young boy asked, causing his little group to laugh.

“No!” Harriet snapped. “I was-“

“Pretending to be a witch!” Another boy in that same group cut Harriet off, which started to get the class except Mu and Brandy, to laugh.

Harriet went quiet and sat back down, but Mu was angry and she got up. “She and her dad visited me!” Mu yelled, getting the class quiet. “Harriet and her dad went traveling and I met them! That’s why I’m here!” Mu yelled. Harriet looked up at Mu and smiled seeing her friend stand up for her. Even if what Mu said wasn’t true it was something better than what she could’ve come up with.

“And don’t you pick on Harriet, Dylan!” Miss. Rose pointed to one of the boys. “I heard from your 4th grade teacher about your behavior towards her and others. I will not tolerate it.” Miss. Rose explained.

Dylan groaned and crossed his arms. Mu glared knowing Dylan would be on her nerves and looked at Harriet before whispering in her ear. “If you need me to get back at him let me know.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” Harriet whispered back as the two girls giggled.

The rest of class was normal and uneventful. Afterwards, the students got to visit all of the elective classes for the year. Mu was excited to try out all the classes. During the tour, Harriet kept on getting bumped and teased by Dylan, who would later act all innocent when someone else looked at him. 

Mu glared and had her wand hidden under her sleeves when she whispered a spell that caused Dylan to trip on his shoelace and fall on his face, causing everyone to laugh. Mu smirked and Harriet looked up with a smile. 

“You're horrible,l Mu.” Harriet whispered and snickered.

“I was just born that way.” Mu replied, giving a shrug. The girls giggled as they walked back to their classroom to work on their lessons for the day.

Since it was only the first day of school, the lessons were simple, so at times the kids asked Mu questions about her old school, and her life.

“So what kind of school did you go to before coming here?” One girl asked.

“A private school,” Mu replied.

“Have any friends? I’d love to meet them.” A young boy asked.

“Yep! I have a few, plus Harriet.” Mu answered, giving a nod.

Harriet smiled seeing Mu was adjusting well with everyone. She then felt a tap on her shoulder which made her turn towards Brandy. “I have a question about Mu, can I ask you very quickly?” She whispered.

“Sure what is it?” Harriet asked. Brandy leaned in Harriet’s ear and whispered her question. Harriet reacted with a cat-like smile. “Ask her at lunch. I won’t say.” She replied. Brandy smiled and gave a nod.

Lunch rolled around and Mu, Harriet and Brandy sat down at a table away from the rest of the kids. “This is where Brandy and I usually sit.” Harriet explained. 

Once the group was seated, Brandy didn’t hesitate to ask her a question. “You're a witch are you?” Brandy asked. 

Mu spit out her drink in surprise and coughed. “N-no!” She yelled. “What makes you say that?”

Harriet sighed. “Mu, remember when I said you’ll like Brandy?” She asked. Mu turned to her friend. “Well Brandy also likes magic like I do, so she’s safe to tell her you're a witch.”

Mu sighed feeling relieved. “Well to answer your question; yes I am a witch.”

Brandy’s smile widened and she hugged Mu tightly. “That is so cool!” Brandy beamed. “What kinds of magic can you do? Do you have a cat? I know witches have cats! Ooh tell me tell me!” Brandy was so excited as she wanted to know everything about Mu, the real Mu..

Mu chuckled. “Okay, okay. I can show you the magic after school. I do have a cat named Boss, he keeps me in line most of the time.” She explained.

“He’s also cuddly.” Harriet added. 

Brandy giggled in reply. “I’m guessing you didn’t travel to another country, but a witch world?” She asked, looking at Harriet.

Harriet nodded. “Yep! Speranza.” She replied. “Plus I even found clues about my mom.”

“That’s amazing!” Brandy beamed in reply. “So is she home safe?”

Harriet frowned and shook her head. Brandy frowned in reply knowing it wasn’t good news. “Turns out my grandma, who is also the headmistress, took her away from me and turned her into a monster.” Harriet explained.

Brandy frowned and hugged her friend. “I’m sorry, Harriet.” She said, before turning to Mu. “I guess you got stuck here too?” Mu nodded. 

“So now we’re trying to find a way to get back to Speranza to save my mom!” Harriet beamed.

Brandy smiled. “Um…if you want, I can help.” 

“How can you help?” Mu asked.

“I have a lot of magic-esq stuff at my house.” Brandy answered. “Maybe there’s something I have that could help.”

Mu and Harriet smiled seeing they were slowly making progress. “Alright. We’ll go!” Mu answered.

[elvenbeard]

20 to 25 for Vince:)

Thanks so much for asking! :D

20. Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

V was born with very bad eyesight. He was very shortsighted, something that just runs in his family. His parents decided quite early on to have him outfitted with high-end cybereyes as soon as it was sensible. It was early enough so he doesn't remember now what it was like seeing with organic eyes - if it really was that much different. But, having something so drastic just decided and done for him at a relatively young age is surely one of the contributing factors why as an adult he is a lot more hesitant when it comes to getting new cybernetic implants now, no matter how useful some might be.

21. Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Turn-ons: too many. Guy is horny on main 24/7. Very high on the list though, ironically, despite his own reservations: cybernetic implants. Nothing too extreme, but when it's aesthetically complimenting the organic parts of the body, he's very into it. Goro's and Kerry's necks are doing things to him for sure, both in very different ways XD

Turn-offs: If someone is being overly cozy and touchy-feely and too much in his personal space, especially when he doesn't know them well, but even then. Combine that with him actually craving human contact, and you get a recipe for disaster (and mixed signals sent).

22. Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

Already answered here :D

23. How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

I would say he is quite organized! The in-game state of V's apartment does not reflect how I see him organizing his place xD Well, at least not 100%. He has a relatively regular daily schedule, tries to be home at the latest by midnight, gets up around 8 or 9, and plans his tasks for the following day in advance to make the most use of his time. As mentioned in another reply, the thing he's most disorganized about is eating regularly, which he struggles with when things get stressful.

Overall he's good at remembering and managing appointments, details, and putting names to faces and faces to names. This sort of rigidness in his schedule occasionally makes him a little inflexible though, and if he has to derivate from it for whatever reason (gets carried away with a job, underestimates how long something takes, spontaneously decides to help set a yacht on fire, you know, the usual), it can quickly mess up other things he's already planned out which then inevitably need to be cancelled or pushed back. That's probably one of his main sources of stress, things not working out as planned and having to reschedule everything xD A little less planning and more spontaneity wouldn't hurt him now and then.

24. Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

I'd argue Vince definitely has more brains than muscles, the way I play him and the way I see him XD He's more efficient at talking himself out of situations, or just avoiding situations entirely, than fighting his way through them. If I had to pick one thing that he's really good at, it's that he knows his tech and cyberware stuff, what's possible with it, what isn't, how to exploit it and how to protect himself from others exploiting him. It's less an intellectual pursuit for him though, it's having an edge over his enemies that counts - and also just fun and pure interest on the subject as such.

25. How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

In many ways that is a very scary question and thought to him. With all that he's been through, he honestly would just like to see himself happy and healthy again. He's still with Kerry, still in regular contact with his friends no matter how large the distance is between them all. He'd still want to be in Night City. The place might be a shithole, but it's also his home and he loves it. He's not sure if he'd still see himself in the field of mercenary work - for now it's what's working best for him, and he likes it well enough, is good at it in his own way. But he wouldn't mind a new and different challenge either, as long as all the other things mentioned remain the same.

[prilaja-artblog]

15 Questions Meme

Got tagged by @raichana, thank you! Rules: Answer the 15 questions as your OC or yourself. Tag up to 15 people. Tagging @sunshinememoir and @7dreamondreamer, anyone else who wants to join is welcome! I wanna know more stuff about your characters!

Are you named after anyone?

Prilaja: I came up with this name, all by myself! So maybe I am named after myself? That sounds weird now... Jayde: When I was little, I would get called 'Jade' by the other kids. It probably has to do with my eyes, so no. Cassinira: My identity is classified. Next question.

When was the last time you cried?

Prilaja: Umm... last night, I guess. I'm still trying to get better about standing up to nightmares. Jayde: Hey now, I can't go crying in front of the little nightlight guy! But I've been a lot more loose with the waterworks a few years ago, when I was still figuring stuff out about myself. So it's been tear free for a good while! Cassinira: What kind of questions are you asking? Anything that may or may not disrupt me emotionally is none of your business.

Do you have kids?

Prilaja: If I try really, really hard, I can make a human-shaped guy dance around! Does that count? Jayde: No, but sometimes people ask if Prilaja is my kid, and, uh, I begin getting all red trying to explain things, eh heh heh... Cassinira: Never have, and never will. My precious babies --rubs a cicada on it's head-- are my family, however.

Do you use sarcasm?

Prilaja: Is that the thing where you tell a cook 'I want pancakes, please!' and they say 'oh, sure, eight o' clock PM is a great time for breakfast?' If so, then I don't wanna be like them. Jayde: You betcha! Sometimes when some idiot's spewing crap constantly, you gotta give hints that you're sick of it, you know? Cassinira: Oh, finally, a question worth my time. I'll be sure to give an in-depth response as soon as possible.

What’s the first thing you notice about others?

Prilaja: When they've got nightmares troubling them! It's as obvious as the nose on, uh, most people's faces! It makes me wanna go right inside their dreams right away and make it all better. Everyone deserves being able to sleep happily! Jayde: If someone's gonna be a troublemaker. Prilaja's not got what you'd call 'street smarts', so I have to pay more attention now of who may be after him. Which has only gotten worse recently. --Sigh-- Cassinira: Whether they are saying truth or fact. Tone of voice, body language, ect. are incredibly useful sources of information.

What’s your eye colour?

Prilaja: It looks like white, but it is also blue too. Jayde: My name kinda answers this one, haha. Wouldn't have it any other color! Cassinira: I will not disclose any details concerning my profile. Next question.

Scary stories or happy endings?

Prilaja: Never, ever, EVER would I pick scary stories! Everyone deserves to be happy, so always forever and ever and ever happy endings. --triumphant nod-- Jayde: Huh, never really gave this one much though. Stuff that's got good jokes are what I look for, and the happy ending's usually do that stuff better, so happy endings for me! Cassinira: Scary stories aren't troubled with saccharine, idyllic nonsense that happy endings all too commonly are rife with. Stories should always make you on the edge of your seat, sweating in anticipation of what might happen. That's real engagement.

Any special talents?

Prilaja: When I've got lots of happy thoughts, I can put on a little show in the world where waking people [being 'awake'; not asleep] are. Their laughter and cheer is the best thing ever! Jayde: Leave me in the kitchen for half an hour, and I guarantee you the sweetest slice of strawberry shortcake you'd ever taste. Whenever I need to be disguised as a maid or cook, it's that secret recipe that fools 'em all. Cassinira: --Cassinira's head briefly shakes violently-- Talent is a phrase used by people who lack the determination to develop their skill. You'd do well to keep this in mind.

Where were you born?

Prilaja: I don't remember... The earliest memories I have is the woods, so maybe I am from a tree? Or maybe the ground or a river? Umm... --Prilaja starts to think seriously hard about this-- Jayde: Haven't the foggiest idea. I don't sweat about it, though. Cassinira: I can... accept this one. It was Dehlon River, a village in the volcanic region. Officially, it doesn't exist anymore, but it will never die in my heart.

What are your hobbies?

Prilaja: I've been learning a lot from Jayde about secret ninja stuff! It is a lot of hard work, but it is so much fun hiding in spots no one expects. It's like hide and go seek! Jayde: When work at the guild is in low demand, I set aside some time to make lunches for some kids out in where I grew up. That place still is a fixer upper, but it's got an actual school now, and I wanna pitch in where I can there. It's a great time! Cassinira: When my boss permits, I take a leave to the forested regions. What I actually do there, however, is a secret. Next question.

Do you have any pets?

Prilaja: Nuggy is the best! He gives warm hugs to everyone. I gotta let you hug him sometime! Jayde: So, um... I don't know if you could count a sentient chicken nugget dinosaur as a pet, but that's what we've got! You learn to roll with these things, haha. Cassinira: My babies are not pets. They are my most trusted friends in this whole wide world.

What sports do you play/have played?

Prilaja: Sometimes, other kids let me play with them. There was one game that had people whacking a ball over a net. Since no one else seemed to fly to hit it, I had to try really hard not to. But it was awesome! Jayde: Sports? Oh man, I'd love to! But, you know, Ninja stuff, guild work, helping out other people really takes a lot of me! Just can't find the time to, uh, commit to learning any! Yeah, too much of a hassle, yep. Except volleyball; I'm always ready for some volleyball. Cassinira: Not interested in them. They are much too noisy to be comfortable being around.

How tall are you?

Prilaja: I am a little around one hundred and twenty sentteameters when I look like this. But I'm actually much shorter! How shorter! Uhh, well, a lot! Jayde: I think close to a hundred and eighty centimeters. Cassinira: One hundred and six centimeters, or six feet and one inch.

Favourite subject in school?

Prilaja: The part where they teach words is so much fun! More words are always a good thing. You can do a lot of stuff with them! Jayde: When I was doing training to be a ninja, we promised to not disclose anything we learned. So, I'll put it like this; the fighting parts were the easiest to do. Helps that most of the class lacked my charms and beauty, but that's life. Cassinira: Calculus. They are simply problems to be solved, nothing wrong with that.

Dream job?

Prilaja: Being a performer! I wanna go all over the entire world, and give as many people happiness as possible. That is my dream! Jayde: Ninja work is a little tiresome, and the guild doesn't let me get that much work... That is probably not something you'd call a dream job, but hey, it works for me! Cassinira: Maybe in another life, you could've seen me as an Entomologist. Perhaps...

15 Questions Meme

another super fun tag from @card-queen here

Rules: Answer the 15 questions as your OC or yourself. Tag up to 15 people.

Tagging: @teresashiho and @prilaja-artblog, anyone else who wants to try!

Teach me more about your characters! Please!

Are you named after anyone?

Raichana: My father named me after someone named in a prophecy. He wanted to prove it wouldn't come true... Darious: no comment Arianna: Apparently it's a family name but I can't find anyone in our history with that name. Ciella: no comment...

When was the last time you cried?

Raichana: What time is it? uh...a few hours ago? Darious: If I cry it would make Rai cry so I avoid doing it in front of her. Arianna: You think I have time to cry, i'd much rather spend that time making some coin. Ciella: Crying isn't the easiest for me, Still i guess in the last hundred years or so?

Do you have kids?

Rai and Darious: *looks at each other and blush*Maybe one day Arianna: No but I did accidently start and orphanage so i guess that counts? Ciella: Define child, I have created a lot of 'Children' but I am unable to have any myself.

Do you use sarcasm?

Raichana: *stares out into space head empty* whats that? Darious: No Arianna: Oh yes, all the time. Ciella: I'm unable to lie and sarcasm can tread too close to untruths so unfortunately no.

What’s the first thing you notice about others?

Raichana: How easy it is to read their mind, Once I thought someone had completely blocked my telepathy but no they just had no thoughts at all ever! Darious: Weaknesses in their defenses. you can never be too careful Arianna: rings, jewlery, shoes... anything to let me know if they are the type my guide may be interested in. Ciella: Any sign of illness or discomfort, I want to help as many people as possible.

What’s your eye colour?

Raichana: Technically brown but I store light in them so they look gold! Darious: they were apprently blue when I was younger but they are red now Arianna: the one that's still there is Green Ciella: *clutches locket* what a silly question, you can see they are amber, theres no other colour they could be... ha ha

Scary stories or happy endings?

Raichana: Happy endings! Scary things are no fun Darious: I actually think Scary stories are better, not everything can have a happy ending it makes no sense. Arianna: Scary stories, mostly so I can use them to scare Raichana Ciella: Happy endings, i've seen too many horrors over the years i'd rather things be full of joy.

Any special talents?

Raichana: *bounces* I can bend light which allows me to create illusion or even attack with concentrated light! I'm also psychic but I can't control it at all so it's not really a talent. Darious: I can bend darkness but it's only really good for hiding things when it's already dark or creating a blade. Arianna: I can travel through shadows, it's handy but if it's too dark I can't actually use it so it's pretty limiting without a lightsource.

Where were you born?

Raichana: According to Mom I was born in a town really far away but we had to move to the forest for our safety. Darious and Arianna: A hidden village called Haven, Only Demon elves can travel there. Ciella: *sweating* well... uh... when you have lived as long as I have.... you dont always know these things.... ha ha

What are your hobbies?

Raichana: This journey doesn't allow for much time for hobbies but I really like dancing! Darious: I enjoy to cook... it's partially a hobby and partially because if I let anyone else cook i'll probably die. Arianna: I collect rare plants... sure it tends to double as a good source of poison for work but it's still a hobby. Ciella: I spend most of my time working in the apothecary but in my free time I enjoy learning how to grow and brew tea blends.

Do you have any pets?

Raichana, Darious and Arianna: nope Ciella: I have tried but they all turn into feycreatures eventually so I have stopped trying.

What sports do you play/have played?

Raichana: I tried to participate in Haven's hunt once but I couldn't catch anything. Darious and Arianna: the hunt have put on every winter.... Ciella: I have tried many sports over the years but buy the time i go to play it again all the rules have been interpreted differently so I avoid sports.

How tall are you?

Raichana: 5'2"! but i'm still a growing girl! (spoilers no she isn't) Darious: 6'2" But I am part elf so I may still have a few more inches to grow (spoilers he does) Arianna: 5'6" Ciella: ha ha I'm also 5'6".... what a completely random coincidence... ha ha

Favourite subject in school?

Raichana: Lucian's school suuucked... there were only four of us there and he wouldn't teach me any of the training lessons, Darious had to train me after the sun went down! Darious: *blushing* Training rai after class was probably my favourite school subject. Arianna: School? the closest thing I had to that was training and well... I think if you like learning all about butchering and poisons it's kind of fun? Ciella: Dad taught me everything I could ever even imagine trying to learn, I can't pick a favourite it's all so important to me.

Dream job?

Raichana: Dancer! unfortunately I have another job lined but I'm going to try and make sure my sister stays in that role, she's currently doing it and is better then I could ever be! Darious: The idea of thinking about the future is hard for me, I don't think I have as dream job... Arianna: Imagine taking a job other then working for the guild.... I'm in this for life one way or another... Ciella: I'm already working my dream job at the Apothecary... I get to help people every day... It's much better then what I did in the past...

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Hhhm, let's say Killer, Horror, Dust and Cross working for Nightmare BUT canon wise. Like, they all fighting each other daily every minute and every hour to prove their loyalty and use to Nightmare. Because they know, that if Nightmare feels like one of them is not up to his standards, they will be discarded in the worst possible way. So they're cruel to anyone including each other, so Nightmare doesn't kill them. Is that even close to an example of what you meant about something canon about them? I'm curious.

See, saying all of those characters working for Nightmare but canon is kind of contradiction for many many many reasons:

Nightmare would never put a team like that together. Despite the fact he doesn't engage in direct conflict much, he doesn't need a specific group doing work for him. Everyone in that group is practically useless except maybe Killer.

Cross is not a bad guy, he only agreed to do what Nightmare asked in Underverse under very specific circumstances that have now long since passed. He wouldn't do it again willingly, he CANT do it again unwillingly (he lost his overwrite ability) and again, going for my point that when Nightmare wants a specific person to do something he thinks will help him, he can just get almost ANY person to do that based on the situation.

Horror is unstable and useless. Of all the people in the multiverse to bring out of their universe why choose Horror? He literally fucked up his own au enough to make it one of the worst in the multiverse, one Dream doesn’t try to enter. As it is, that au practically needs him there to stay negative. And why would he work for Nightmare anyways? What’s Nightmare going to bargain for? The AU is negative, he wouldn’t want to kill everyone. Horror doesn’t seem to have self preservation. He wouldn’t leave his AU without his brother. He’d have to be held against his will and I’m not convinced there’s much that would make him stay there for long. 

Dust wouldn't work willingly, he only cares about HIS au. he has no business with any other au or any other timeline. One of the creators has gone on record to say though Dust could conceivably work with Nightmare, but he'd only do it to go back to his au. If that wasn't happening, there'd be no point in working for Nightmare, and he'd rather just off himself. Like, this character would rather DIE than work with Nightmare. You can't look me in the eyes and tell me we could do this canonly unless they are being held at gunpoint. https://ask-dusttale.tumblr.com/post/645181783573446656/indeed-i-like-asking-a-lot-of-question-about-this

Killer is the only person who has any inclination toward helping Nightmare because once he takes control of his au, his main goal is just staying emotionless. Extreme negativity drives his soul to change stages, Nightmare gives that negativity, killer has no gripes doing what is asked.

The only downside to Killer is dead people do not help Nightmare. And Killer isn't exactly a man of non-lethal tactics. None of them can travel AUs either, if you’re going to make a team of negative creating evil guys why choose a bunch of unstable murderous shits that can’t even jump a timeline by themselves, that’s so much more work.

But back to the other ones, Nightmare's aura would destroy Horror and Dust. They would not be able to handle it. Do you really think putting 2 emotionally unstable people next to the man who EMITS INTENSE NEGATIVITY is a recipe for a good team? When Nightmare is around them they'd both lose their shit.

What about interrelationships? Well, Dust and Killer certainly wouldn't like each other. Dust's entire au centres around him trying to get rid of the human for good, trusting them so little he'll still ruin their 'murder route' when they do pacifist. Killer is a different timeline of Dust (alternate timelines and all) that JOINED the human. He wouldn't attack him directly because, well it's Killer and that probably wouldn't end well, but he'd fight him if Killer attacked him first.  https://ask-dusttale.tumblr.com/post/645177670348472321/what-would-be-murdersanss-opinion-and-reaction He would hate Killer if he found out who he is and what he did, and Killer would probably taunt him for being a failure at getting rid of his own human.  Cross wouldn’t like any of them. Again, he’s not a bad guy, why would he want to be lumped with the murder gang here, the man only killed his au to try to save everyone from XGaster, he’s literally just traumatized. He wants to do better, he wants his old au back, but it’s not like Nightmare can bring the au back. What would Nightmare want from him and what would Nightmare be able to give him that would make Cross actually work for him other than threatening his life? 

Killer, let's talk Killer. The man can go into stage 4 from strong reminders of his past. What's stage 4 you ask? Oh, just him losing mind and trying to kill everything and everyone in sight brutally. So don't ever leave him in a room with the others I guess. He’s certainly not stable enough for that one. I don’t even know what to say about Horror, a lot of people think he shouldn’t be in it because ‘he’s not evil’ which just obviously isn’t true, the man straight up murdered a guard and then doomed the entire underground lmao. I guess he’d be more useful than Dust over there, but none of his goals really align with any of the others and I can’t see him giving a shit about any one of them. 

The entire group is just a bunch of not-really-that-useful-to-Nightmare murderers (or just Cross? for some reason) that can’t jump timelines by themselves, that wouldn’t want to work for Nightmare and would have to be severely threatened to do it, one of which may just off themselves if their end of the deal isn’t coming through, one of which can and will try to kill all of them if he’s randomly set off, one of which causes negativity ALREADY and does a damn good job of it, and one of which ISN’T EVIL??? all most whom are emotionally unstable being headed up by a man who radiates emotional instability from his very being. And no, Nightmare doesn’t really have reason kill any of them, even if he did ‘threaten it’. He’d only do it as a last last resort, it’s so much better to make people suffer. But this team is such a god damn disaster that the ONLY way people make it work is by throwing out EVERY SINGLE TEAM MEMBER���S MOTIVES, PERSONALITY, AND POWERS out a window. And I get that people love their found family villains turned good trope, I’m not saying it’s bad.

I’m saying good god good lord is it overdone, I would love it if someone could actually give me something that’s vaguely canon ever. Someone needs to be more creative here 

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sorry if you can’t really do anything with this but levi, asmo, satan and mammon (separately) with MC who speaks another language?

As u wish lovely, this ask is about like, a year or two late tho. Here's some headcannons for the boys!

Also I wasn't sure if you meant like, speaks a different language from them or like, speaks more than 1?? Also this is fairly vague bc most of them prob speak spanish, manderin, the most common languages yk yk? So i tried to leave room for guesses

LUCIFER

"Mammon! *insert vague swear*" anyway, it sounds familiar to him, and he realizes what it is. An ass violin? Really?

He chuckles to himself and doesn't mention it further, the thud in his chest beats a little louder than usual when you say something that sounds vaguely sexual in your native language.

He's lowkey a little impressed. It wouldn't mean anything to him seeing another human knowing more than one language, after all, it's easy right. But he's a little more impressed with you.

MAMMON

He would probably notice fastest, but only because you were saying something that sounded like "cocoa and penis" and he was super confused for a couple minutes. Like full on squinting, mouth ajar, he thinks he's going crazy.

"WHAT?" He rubs his eyes. Not sure what that's gonna help with though. He's leaning over, hands on his knees, it's a ridiculous sight to see.

He ends up being kind of embarrassed, acting like he was playing a joke on you. Thought he probably starts to try and teach himself bits and bits until one day he tries his limited knowledge on you, and calls you a tall turtle. Not sure how that happened.

LEVIATHAN

Probably knows what you're speaking in, ONLY because there was a super hyped up video game that came out a couple milleniums ago and he wanted the full effect, no dub for him.

It probably takes him a minute to respond some times, he just needs to think about it and make sure he's responding right. Hesitants every time because he doesn't want to feel stupid. Also self depreciates every 2 sentences so, a lil annoying.

SATAN

Probably wouldn't pay much mind to it at first. He speaks just about any language you can imagine.

But once you guys grow closer? Wow, MC is looking real smart. He assumes it's harder for humans to learn communication systems so that makes him 10x more proud. Assumes most humans are stupid tbh.

He'd probably find out one day when someone else points it out. You've been speaking to him in a non-english language and he's responded back casually, until Mammon starts complaining about how you're both probably talkin' shit. (You were asking where the flour is.)

ASMODEOUS

He personally probably knows a few. Not fluently, but enough to initiate relationships, usually sexual.

He's giddy when he figures it out, asks you to say stuff for him, videos you saying things so he can brag to the brothers about all the stuff you've taught him.

Definitely asks you to teach him swears if he doesn't know the language yet. If he does, 10000% is going shit talk in public with you.

BEELZEBUB

Never cared much, probably never put the effort into learning many because like, why? He does know the names of foods though, probably vague amounts to read recipes.

He's unlikely to say anything for a while, until one day he stumbles upon a recipe that seems like it has similar roots to the language you speak? Like the same, and he asks you about it.

If it's a big part of your life, he'll probably try to teach himself casually, watching intros to your language during his work outs.

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Consider if you will, a Rarepair that you think is in desparate need of more content, with 45 and/or 48 (if you don't have any rarepairs perhaps do a ship you don't get to do stuff for often?)

45. Rubbing the back of their hand with a thumb. 48. Getting them a coffee just the way they like it.

Went for a little Moonbuggy on this one (Chang'e and Scorpion Demoness) So uh, a little bit of Season 3 spoilers below!

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It was amazing watching the moon goddess cook! Her style was nothing like the recipes Scorpion would make.. didn't use any scorpions or illusion magic, for one.

She could watch this show she put on for days if left to it. What a show, too! It was broadcast out to thousands- no, HUNDREDS of thousands of people. They all loved her, of course. As if the humans all didn't love her enough already, what with her sort of representing the moon, the most beautiful celestial body there was (in more ways than one but who's asking).

It was overwhelming to consider the amount of love there was for Chang'e. It made Scorpion more than a little nervous thinking about it. She wasn't exactly beautiful and glamorous like the moon goddess, even though she tried to be with her illusions. Despite that, though, when her (embarrassingly fanmail actually got a response, she was thrilled! Before she knew it their correspondence had dozens upon dozens of entries. Then they were video chatting and having these hours long calls together every night. She kept her illusion up for all the video calls, of course… she couldn't imagine letting someone as perfect as Chang'e seeing her for how she really was. It would be so humiliating!

Scorpion felt silly at times, but when she was rereading the messages she got from the moon goddess, someone so beautiful and interesting, it made her feel special… that someone like THAT took time out of their day to interact with her was almost unbelievable!

Even more unbelievable was when Chang'e asked her if she would come visit her on the moon!

She didn't even stop to think or consider how that would be possible before immediately replying YES.

Turns out, it was surprisingly simple to get to the moon. Chang'e said she knew a guy and he owed her a favor. (It turned out to be that rude monkey who set her up on a date with that dull land god. He didn't even seem to remember her, but he did give her a rocket so she supposed she wouldn't bring it up.)

When she finally landed on the moon, she felt like she was going to burst with excitement and made straight for the door, flinging open the rocket door and leaping down to the ground in pure joy! The moment her feet touched the ground, however, something went wrong.

She felt a strange jolt, and then her illusion magic glitched and faded.

Suddenly, she was standing there on the moon in this incredible and resplendent the lunar habitat, in her full demon scorpion form. She didn't even know what to do! Scorpion stood there frozen, feeling a suddenly sick as she looked down on her wretched claws and clammy scorpion skin being on full display. She didn't know how this happened… maybe the moon messed with her magic somehow, or perhaps the security Chang'e had set up for her factory could have interfered. The Monkey came to mind also, since she recalled him forcing her out of her illusion last time they met, but she honestly couldn't tell. All she knew was that she was overcome with the urge to just crawl back into that rocket that brought her here and fly away as fast as possible.

Before she could even turn back towards the rocket to make her escape, she heard a cheerful voice call out.

"You made it!"

Almost immediately, Chang'e was on her. Scorpion didn't move an inch, the dread heavy in her chest as she wondered what the lovely moon goddess was going to say. Surely she would be repulsed. She would be furious that she hadn't admitted what her true form looked like and demand she leave anyway… Scorpion didn't think her heart could take that.

She readied herself for it, anyway, bracing for whatever accusations or anger was coming her way. Strangely none came, and in fact, a moment later she felt another small jostle as Chang'e wrapped her arms around her middle, pulling her into a crushing hug. She didn't return it, feeling too shocked by the gesture to respond properly at all.

Chang'e, if she had noticed her guest's discomfort, didn't mention it; she just grabbed a hold of a large pincer and pulled Scorpion forward into her home.

"I'm so glad you were able to come." The moon goddess led the demoness in to what ended up being her large kitchen area. "I even made breakfast for us, I've been up cooking for hours. I was so excited, I couldn't sleep at all last night!"

Seeing the table laid out in front of them, it seemed true enough. There was food to feed an army, and she couldn't help but notice that most of them were recipes she had mentioned to Chang'e in her messages. As she stared on, her mouth probably hanging open like a fool, a steaming mug of coffee was pushed in front of her.

"I tried to make all your favorites," Chang'e said, with a wide smile. She even looked like she was blushing a bit, "and I know you said you prefer coffee to tea, so I made that too. It's just so amazing to have someone come visit me! Thank you for coming!"

Scorpion reached down, grasping the handle of the mug with her pincers, "Wow… this is…" She wasn't sure what to say. Chang'e was so thoughtful and sweet. She probably was to embarrassed to say anything about the way Scorpion looked right now because she was just too nice! She had really messed this up.

Her sorrow must have been apparent on her face, because when Chang'e spoke up again, her peppy, excited voice had grown suddenly small.

"Oh… you don't like it, do you?" Chang'e shrank back slightly, one hand tugging anxiously at a lock of her own hair. "Is it too much? I'm sorry… I guess I can get a little too intense at times. We don't have to eat it,"

"N-NO!" Scorpion couldn't help but shout, realizing at last that her shame was being mistaken for something else. "No, it's wonderful! All of it! YOU'RE wonderful and so kind and thoughtful for making all of this! It's just- I'm…" She hesitated, looking down at the pincer still holding the tiny mug. "I just don't want you to be mad… about how I look, is all."

There was a momentary pause, and Scorpion refused to look up at the goddess, afraid of the expression she might see there. Now that it was out in the open, surely Chang'e would say something about how she'd been lied to…

A hand reached over and touched her pincer. Then another, and Scorpion's large claw was suddenly being held by both of Chang'e's hands, her thumbs rubbing delicately across chitin. The gesture got her to look up again, and she saw a soft smile staring back at her.

"Don't be silly," Chang'e said, her voice back to its usual bubbly tone, "you're beautiful."

[beef-brisket]

((Perfect lol))

Alastor: Nifty is lovely, don't get me wrong, but this-

Alastor dug his fork in the meatloaf and lifted it up for Adam to see. And boy, did he see it. It didn't fucking move, he actually saw the fork bend a little before the meat actually broke apart. He scrunched his nose up.

Alastor: is more punishing than the prison

Alastor dropped his fork back on his plate. Adam couldn't help but laugh, especially at Alastor and Lucifer's facial expression. They look so disgusted.

Lucifer: couldn't agree more. Nifty should be I prison more than us.

Alastor: I wish I could get the chance to make you my marinated pork ribs, my good man. You wouldn't be disappointed.

Lucifer: uh yeah, no. Thank you! For the offer, but I'll never trust any type of meat you cook

Adam smiled as he watched the two bicker. He actually forgot Alastor was a cannibal, that made sense as to why Lucifer wouldn't eat anything Alastor would made. But they way Alastor described his recipes were making Adams mouth water, even if there's a slight possibility it'll be human meat.

Adam: you know a lot about cooling, Al. Were you a chef before getting caught?

Alastor: not exactly, Adam. My profession was hosting a radio show! From 3pm to 10pm. Cooking was just a hobby of mine. Past down by my mother.

Adam: wow, a radio host, huh?

Adam knew that about Alastor, after his looking Google search. Doesn't make it any less interesting, he's never met a radio host before.

Adam: what station were you on? Maybe I heard your show!

Lucifer sat back and tried not to roll his eyes. He didn't like how much they got along. Alastor was irritating to nearly every prisoner and guard, so why was Adam the only one that actually seemed to like him?

Alastor: it was 91.1. I ran a portion of the show that played more older music and I would talk about current issues! I even covered my own murders!

Adam: wow! That must have been weird, trying to sound like you had no idea what was happening

Alastor: it was at first, my food man! I almost let slip some information that wasn't released to the public yet!

Lucifer: you should ask him how he got caught, fucking funny story! Me and some of the guys use to talk about it in wood working!

Alastor glared at Lucifer.

Alastor: oh, my capture is amusing to you? You should ask about hiw they found Mr Morningstar here, Adam. Very funny story. Your wife was so quick to throw you under the buss, wasn't she?

Lhcifer: ex wife. And you keep her out of your mouth!

Alastor: oh dear~. She would have been one of my targets, after finding out how she treated that poor daughter, of yours.

Lucifer: the fuck does that mean?!

Adam: Guys, try and calm it down, okay? I really don't want Lute having to come cover here

Alastor: of course, officer. I apologize

Lucifer: ...me to- but we'll be talking about this later, Alastor. You aren't getting away with talking shit about Lilith!

Alastor: I never talk shit, Lucfier. Eating it on the other hand...

Adam laughed as Alastor pushed his plate away from him. Lhcifer just rolled his eyes.

Adam wondered what Alastor meant about Lilith. He was honestly surprised she even had a child. She was so against it growing up. He guesses people have changed. He'd know that better than anyone.

After dinner, Adam was helping some of the prisoners back into their cells. Thankfully eveything was going well, he'd been chatting with Angel while they moved slowly down the hall.

Adam: I hopey ou don't mind me asking, but how long are you in for?

Angel: well, I got sentenced to 10 years-

Adam: for possession?!

Angel: and selling, big boy~.

Adam: oh- selling

Angel: yeah, babe, I need cash, it's whatever. I've got 6 years to go. Why? You wanna take me out when I get outta here~?

Adam! Ha! Why not? If I'm still kicking at the ripe age of 35 I'll take you to dinner

Angel: fuck yeah, I'll hold you to that, Addie!

Adam and Angel laughed together for a few more minutes before getting to Angels cell.

Adam: alright you crim! In your cage!

Angel: oh, you're so mean to me, Mr Officer~! I really hope you don't put me in a choke hold and handcuff me~

Angel went into his cell, putting his hands behind his back. Adam laughed a he bent over, backing his ass up to the bars.

Adam: you're a dirty bitch, Ang, don't you change too much 6 years!

Angel gasped, straightening himself up.

Angel: I wouldn't dream of it! Once a whore always a whore!

After a little scolding from Lute, Adam closed Angels cell, and they said their goodbyes.

Adam was walking past a few cells, checking on people, even having a laugh with some of them. He even had a small heart to heart with one of the oldest prisoners, Zestial. Badass name. Adam always thought about giving himself a cool name like that. But then again, for a few months, he wanted his name to be Master Chief.

Lucifee: Adam!

Adam looked up from his clip board and smiled, walking over to Lucifers cell. It was clean and neat, Adam glanced at a few toys and phots Lucofer had, they mostly seemed to be of a him and a girl, that must be Charlie.

Adam: hey Luci, do you need anything?

Lucifer: just wanted to have a chat before you head home

Adam: oh! Sure, what did you want to talk about?

Lucifer: I just wanted to thank you for today, it's nice spending time with you- I... really enjoyed my reward hour today.

Adam: I did to, you've given me a lot of... work out ideas!

Lucifer laughed at that. Oh, he bet he did.

Lucifer: well, that's all I wanted to say. I would uh...

Adam looked down at Lucifers hand. He looked like he wanted to reach out and touch him. Unfortunately, there were a lot of cameras around here and a good few guards lingering around, he could see one of them looking their way.

Adam: hold on- Michael!

A guard that was watching them perked up. Lucifer didn't like that one, he was too stricked, too boring. Not at all fun to mess with.

Michael: what is it, Adam?

Adam: Lucifer needs a pencil, I have a small one here, can I give that to him?

Adam held up a worn pencil, the one he uses to mark off the prisoners. It was no than 5 centim long.

Michael: yes, that'll be fine.

Adam smiled and turned back to Lucifer, and stuck his hand through the bars, lucifer quickly cupped his hand and kissed it, before grabbing the pencil.

Lucifed: thank you Mikey!

Lucifer can just hear his eye roll.

Lucifer: and thank you Adam~

Adam was blushing hard, pulling his hand out of the cell soon after so as not to draw suspicion.

Adam: see you tomorrow?

Lucifer: well, I don't plan on going anywhere~

Adam laughed. They waved goodbye, and Lucifer watched as Adam chatted with a few of the guards before saying his goodbyes to them and walking out.

Lucifer needed to get out of here. Very soon. He couldn't stand being in here before bit now that he had to watch Adam leave evrynight, it was driving him crazy.

Fucking Lilith. She fucking framed him. Everyone fucking knew it but refused to say anything. It's fine, he'll work it out. Once he breaks out if here he'll take her down. And he'll have Adams help to do it. He was sure of it.

Alternative Prison Au

@fanofstuff01 @beef-brisket

Adam walked through the doors of the prison in his new guard uniform. He was of course nervous to be working with very violent people, but his mother helped get him the job here.

A woman with short hair greeted him.

Lute: Hello, you must be Adam.

Adam: I am.

Lute: The names Lute Danger. I'll be your commanding officer for the time being. Let me show you around where you'll be working.

She showed him where everything was and where the prisoners are.

Lute: You need to be tough or they will walk all over you. Some will listen, most won't. Don't be afraid to get a little forceful. It's your life or theirs.

As she explained the rules to Adam, one inmate in particular was watching their exchange.

Lucifer internally: Maybe..... Just maybe he could be my ticket out of here.

[planetdemon]

I just wanted to be a swan

pairing: bang chan x reader

genre: angst, fluff, but mostly angst

warnings: low self-esteem, body hate/dislike, eating disorders, swearing, food, insecurities, arguing DONT READ IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH IT!

wc: 2.003

note: so this scenario has been going through my head for quite a while now, and I tried writing it by myself lol. Hope it's good ;) I've also sent a request to @channienet about the same topic, so make sure to check her interpretation out as well! enjoy!

summary: Due to Chan's heavy working schedule, spending time alone was a thing you couldn't quite befriend with, especially after you've noticed some changes you have gone through. There is a to change it, but it isn't quite... let's say healthy. How will Chan react, after he finds out? Will he even care? (dude I'm shit at writing summary lol)

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Taking a bath was normally something that should be considered relaxing or calming. You've always enjoyed letting the hot water surround your body whilst taking all the dirt and negativity off that you have collected during stressful days at work.

But lately, taking a bath wasn't as enjoyable anymore as it once was. Chris has been working a lot lately, due to the kingdom stage and their nearing comeback. He has been spending more and more time at the company, working on producing new tracks for him and the kids, often staying at the dorms because they were closer to the studio than the apartment you shared. So you were left alone, by yourself.

Even though you wished he would be by your side while you were falling asleep, you couldn't be mad at him. You knew what his work meant to that boy and you would never tell him to stop doing what he loves just so you could spend some time together.

But being alone also meant that you had to kill the boredom somehow and, thanks to Felix's Brownie and Cookie recipes, you had the perfect thing to do in the meantime. Baking and eating delicious desserts.

You were just stepping out of the bathtub, grabbing the towel you had prepared, and drying yourself with it. Once your body was half-dried, you turned around to hang the towel back at the hanger, so it could dry properly.

And at that moment, you knew, you've fucked up. You couldn't avoid looking at your wet, naked body in the hot, steamy mirror near the hangers.

You always hated looking at it, but thanks to the sweets you had been eating lately, looking at yourself only made you feel sicker than it ever did.

You couldn't tear your gaze off the excess of flesh around your tummy and thighs and the stretch marks, that decored your boobs only seemed to scream "Look at me!". You slowly turned around and saw the tiger stripes creeping up your bum and the undersides of your arms.

'Fucking disgusting', that little voice in your head sneered.

'How could I let this come this far?', you thought. At this point, you were somehow happy Chris wasn't here, knowing he would be disgusted with how you've changed.

You've always felt a bit insecure by his side, knowing you could catch up with neither his attractiveness nor his muscular godlike body. But seeing yourself like this destroyed every little self-esteem you had left in your cells.

-

It has been nearly two months since 'the incident' in the bathroom and you couldn't shake that feeling of disgusts off. Not even for one second.

You only wanted to try a one-week detox diet that was blowing up all over social media, hoping you could lose a little bit of weight, so you would be back to normal. But seeing the numbers on the scale dropping so unbelievably quickly only made you realize that you could look even better than you thought you could.

You kept on following the diet and restricting everything that wasn't included, not noticing that restricting also damaged your mind.

One time, Han and Felix asked you if you wanted to have lunch with them and the others, but fear crept up you back as soon as you thought about the food they would have ordered, knowing that you would only gain weight again if you didn't follow the rules.

So you stayed home, keeping yourself isolated from your friends and most importantly, Chan.

You were lying on my bed, scrolling through Tumblr when Chris' Caller ID showed up and your phone started to ring. You sighed lowly, not wanting to talk to him.

Over the past few months, you stopped showing up at the studio, being afraid the boys would notice the changes your body went through, thanks to the diet. You were happy about it, knowing that you were losing weight, but you haven't reached my goal. You were afraid, they would judge you the way you did when you looked at yourself.

"Chris?"

"y/n? Han just told me that you weren't coming over. Are you okay? Y-" Chris's muffled voice appeared and you felt instant regret deep in your guts, knowing how much fun you guys had when you spent time together back in the days.

"Yeah, I'm okay Channie, don't worry. I just feel a little sleepy. I'll come next time. Promise" You tried your best to sound optimistic or at least not too sad, hoping Chris would believe your lie. "Okay," he mumbled, "I love you, baby girl".

-

You knew you were in big troubled the second Chris opened the fridge, seeing no food in there.

He randomly decided to stay over the weekend, saying that he missed you. You weren't ready for this, knowing that you couldn't hide the signs of the 'passion' you had developed in time.

"Why is there no food?" You fumbled with the arms of Chris sweater you were wearing while looking at the ground. "I've forgotten to go grocery shopping" You answered.

"But there is nothing in there, y/n. Nothing" He walked over and took hold of your cold hands while looking you straight in the eyes.

"Why is there no food?" Chris asked again.

"I just told you I forgot to go grocery shopping, Chan. Relax" You snapped back, getting anxious about the fact that he could notice something.

You were nearing your goal, even though you knew that you could never be satisfied with how you looked. He couldn't just come over and ruin all the progress you've made after being not here for so long. He doesn't have the right to do this.

"Don't fuck around, y/n. You always have at least some butter in your house. Where is the butter? Where is Ramen? You must have some food here!"

Your body started to shake as you heard his voice rise, keeping your gaze low, not daring to look him in the eyes right now. He was right.

You always had something at home, so you could quickly cook something when you were hungry. But you didn't saw a point in keeping food at home if you wouldn't eat it anyway. It would just rot.

"Y/n look at me" he whispered, after realizing that you were trembling. Chris gently grabbed your chin to make you look up at him. You were expecting to see anger, but the only thing you saw in his brown orbs was sadness.

You started to tear up after you noticed it, knowing that he put one and one together. You missing out on lunch with the boys, you not showing up at the studio to bring him food and spend with him there, listening to his tracks, you not having any food at home. It was obvious, but you still hoped he wouldn't notice.

Chris slowly took you in his arms, noticing how your figure felt smaller and bonier than before. It made him sick, knowing what you did to yourself. 'Why would my girl do something like this?' he thought 'how could my little princess torture herself this much?' But he couldn't find a 'because'.

In his eyes, you were the best thing that happened to him. You were the prettiest girl on earth. Warm tears were running down his pale cheeks, dropping to the floor.

He couldn't stop blaming himself for what you did. Maybe if he would have been there, he could have stopped you. Maybe if-

"Channie?" You quietly asked, looking up at his tear-stained cheeks. "Channie why are you crying? We can go to the store and grab something if you want. You don't-"

"Why have you been doing this to yourself, y/n?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why haven't you been eating"

Well, shit.

"What are you talking about, Channie?"

"Don't fucking lie to me, it's too obvious for you to do so. Why haven't you been eating?"

"I... I, I'm pressured Chan" You answered, knowing that he wouldn't believe you if you would tell him otherwise. Telling him the truth was the only option at this point, even though you didn't want to.

"Pressured?"

"Yes"

"Princess, I don't understand what you mean by that"

You shook your head and let go of him, before walking over to the couch and sitting down with a low sigh. "Maybe you shouldn't understand," I said.

"Jesus, y/n" I heard him mutter under his breath. He walked over and sat on the floor, in front of you, looking at you with a scared expression.

"Please tell me what's in that pretty little head of yours. I can see that you have lost weight, but I don't understand why. I mean, you are the prettiest human I have ever seen in my whole life, why would you do something like that?"

"Why do you even care? It's not like you here anyway" you simply said, grabbing your phone, trying to ignore him.

After he noticed your intentions, he quickly took your phone out of your hands, placing it on the coffee table behind him.

"Hey! Give me my phone back, you dump a-"

"Fucking stop it, y/n. Stop ignoring me. I care for you because I love you! You are my everything and I know I haven't been home lately, but at least I tried making time for you and inviting you to the studio", he said, "but you never came! Don't act like it's only my fault we haven't seen each other."

You looked at him with wide eyes, shaking your head. He was right, it was also your fault. And you hated the fact that he was right. "I-"

"Please y/n, please stop turning away from me and closing up. I-I know it's not easy to open up, but I'm here for you. I'll always be."

"Well, I... I couldn't, no, I can't feel happy when I look like this, Channie. I mean, look at you, look at your perfect body and your perfect personality and your perfect everything! I don't fit in. I don't fit in, because I am the ugly duck surrounded by beautiful swans. I just... wanted to be a beautiful swan, Channie."

That's it. You've made it. You've told him what was going through your mind all the time.

He slowly pulled you off the couch, into his lap. He could feel your seat humps against his thighs, how bony and strong they were. Chris shook his head in disbelieve, another wave of sadness crushing over him.

"You are perfect, baby girl. You are perfect in every single way. You always were the most beautiful swan I have ever seen in my entire life. I love everything about you, y/n. I love how your thighs wiggle whenever you run towards me when we meet, I love how curves look in that dress I brought you a year ago, I love how your stretch marks are decorating your body like silverish paint. I don't want you to change for me, because you are perfect the way you are. Jesus, even Hyunjin said you are even prettier than himself, and that means a lot. Please don't hurt yourself like this, princess. You are destroying yourself"

He took hold of your hands and kissed your palm.

"I promise I'll stop working so much, so I can spend more time with my beautiful girlfriend, but please... stop hurting yourself" he whispered, searching for any signs of discomfort in your eyes. But you just set in his lap and listened to him.

"Hyunjin thinks I'm prettier than him?" you asked awkwardly.

Chris chuckled and nodded "Is this the only thing that got stuck in your pretty little head?" He asked.

You smiled a bit, leaning your forehead against his while closing your eyes. "I'll try to get better, Chris" you whispered.

It wouldn't be an easy journey going back to 'normal. Once the hole is there, digging is difficult. But it is possible, especially if someones helping you.

[alicepao13]

I know they call Eva a libertarian, I see her more as an edgy wannabe anarchist.

It fits. Especially since she wasn't seeking to profit from the website, something that a libertarian would be all for.

I don’t think he was thinking. At least not with his brain.

Agreed.

I relate to Eva’s description of the fog of depression. It’s been a rough year for me in that regard.

I'm sorry to hear that. I hope it gets better.

Eva: “According to what your laws allow?” Me: Oh STFU, you live in a society.

Yeah, I don't really get these people. I have issues with certain laws myself but she seems to have issues first and foremost with authority (as a lot of libertarians and/or anarchists) and it always seems to me that people who disagree with the basis of how a society is formed should be the ones to pull away from that society. We cannot possibly get an entire societal system to conform to the demands of a handful of people. Fun fact, libertarians tried to create a libertarian society in a town and they utterly failed. But it was a fun read. https://newrepublic.com/article/159662/libertarian-walks-into-bear-book-review-free-town-project

Random, but I’m pretty sure I drove past that cliff when I was in Newfoundland. (Yeah I know it has a lot of cliffs but I swear it looked familiar.)

They have all kinds of wonderful landscapes, I'm jealous.

I was one of the ones who made one of those comments and my rationale is face value: white male cop, in position of responsibility for the security of this vulnerable (at least we’re led to think so at the time) woman. Did she initiate? Yes. Should he have stopped it? Yes, absolutely and so should Jesse and Sarah but as previously established, none of them were at their finest in this episode. Now, looking at the situation, was Charlie actually the vulnerable one who was taken advantage of? Absolutely. My face value commentary is just about the surface level power dynamics at play that is the main reason this episode gives me the ick.

To me, it's what makes this episode interesting. That a guy who, for all intents and purposes, should have the upper hand in that interaction, gets bested (and I don't mean just the distraction with the kiss) and even Rex, who would in a lot of cases save him from falling for it acts as a vehicle for Eva to gain Charlie's trust, when Rex is there to do the exact opposite, to get criminals and witnesses to open up. A lot of things don't work as well as they should in this episode but it's still fascinating.

Yes to all of this. But apparently we are expecting too much from this show beyond the surface level stuff they give us. We’re the ones who will always want them to go deeper, and I don’t think the writers necessarily get to or perhaps want to explore that depth as much as we would like. Because at its heart the show is supposed to be about super doggo, and not so much the humans’ feelings. But as s4 and s5 have proven, they can do both. And sometimes they do it well.

I'm sure not even the majority of the audience wants them to dig deeper. I can imagine that any writer worth their salt would want to explore the characters further. But the recipe for most long-standing crime shows is that you offer a morsel of information about the character, and nothing more. Or at least the classic ones. Anyway, I wouldn't even go as far to say that all these writers are worth their salt, so the hypothesis about their intentions collapses before it even begins. It's a shame because I've had the chance to witness how a good script and a good writer can actually transform a mediocre production, and if this can happen in Greece, then it can certainly happen in Canada.

Hudson and Rex S04E07 - A Stab in the Dark Web Part B

"We've got a surveillance team in place." That's great. Will you remember this in a few hours? Will they, even? Why were they so "discreet" as to let Eva near Charlie's laptop when they knew she shouldn't be on it?

Sarah is not jealous AT ALL. Nope. Not picking up anything.

"I'm so going to take advantage of this information."

Like, how can I not pin this on the whole team? Joe suggested that Charlie's place was the best place for Eva to be in, when they already thought that they were compromised, which meant that they should have assumed their home addresses were compromised as well. Charlie leaves Eva alone at his house so that Rex can go pee instead of calling either Sarah or Jesse to take him out, which would leave one cop in the van and one guarding Eva, instead of having two in the van (which helps at nothing) and zero in the house. Then we have the house which is supposedly under surveillance by Jesse and Sarah, supposedly watching, but they don't alert Charlie to the fact that Eva touched his laptop. Once Charlie realizes that she's done that, he takes her explanation at face value and doesn't ask Jesse to check his laptop.

The graphic for the disappearing chat messages on the dark web is fun.

I've had some contact with libertarians over the years, more than I'd personally like. All the talk about revolutions and whatnot, and their fondness for the dark web are indeed real. When crypto had first risen, lots of them were salivating at the idea of an unregulated and anonymous form of currency, and even more when they discovered private cryptocurrencies (which supposedly offer an extra layer of anonymity). It's funny, though, that they thought even for a bit that governments and banks would let them do that. Anyway, what I want to say is that Joe wouldn't know how to talk to that person at all. But let's disregard that.

"I can't believe that I left her with a laptop and she opened it! I said no electronics!"

And then he gives her his phone too. Forget Sarah, why didn't Jesse burst into the house?

It's true that the way some drugs are regulated actually hinders some people who could benefit from them, instead of helping. Still, in that moment, Eva is pretty much selling a sob story to Charlie, which isn't even the whole truth since she also needed those drugs for herself, to try to get him on her side.

This is a very appropriate distance.

Sarah looks like she'd fallen asleep and just woke up for the good part. Which would actually make more sense than whatever they were doing in the van with Jesse.

First time I watched this I was like, eh, let the guy kiss someone if it's not Sarah. I hadn't realized he was entering his slut era. Also, yeah, Sarah, they are, this is a very astute observation.

And Jesse is entering his pervert era.

I can't decide if he was thinking "I'm so screwed" or "I wonder if Sarah is watching".

I love that Rex is thoroughly disappointed by that development. Rex was all of us in S4.

And then the ninjas attacked. I'm assuming our surveillance is too busy watching the Charlie Hudson show to see the guy approaching the house?

Dude had knives everywhere. Charlie was lucky he wasn't hit (and I was unlucky).

"I'm having a really bad day. Thank you for letting me get off some steam."

This is the only slightly disapproving look I can find. I mean, given the circumstances, she could have said something.

What a plot twist! She lied and she used you, Charlie. Also, again, where were the rest of you when she was using Charlie's laptop?

More bad news.

I... have questions. Like, where did the paramedics go? Did she make them abandon the ambulance? And was that before or after she tied Rex to the stretcher? This scene was executed sloppily.

Congratulations, you finally figured out why he wouldn't leave Eva's side. I think that played a part in Charlie trusting Eva.

Their brilliant ideas to subdue an angry guard dog is: pet behind the ears, put jazz music... Are you kidding me? At least Jesse thought of food.

I feel like they should have made Mercurius seem more scary and money-hungry or even power-hungry.

In which season?

Sorry, that's just funny. I really don't think he's ever made the first move.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Oh god, he still doesn't get it. Because it was easier for her to manipulate you when you didn't have all the facts!

Bold of you to assume that Charlie would follow, but he's definitely not at his best. This is actually using Rex as Charlie's weakness, unlike the previous episode. Although I don't think Charlie should risk that jump regardless. Also, really, a dog wouldn't have made it? I find that hard to believe, they seem like better jumpers than humans. And have more legs.

Yeah, even at his worst, he will do the right thing.

Oh, yeah, we forgot all the hitmen that might come for her. Whoops.

The more they show that cliff, the more confident I become that Rex would have survived it and Charlie wouldn't.

Angst.

Joe: "There's nothing you or any of us could have done." Except for your jobs, but better?

Poor Charlie. He's definitely not okay. I wish they'd written something deeper about what's wrong with him.

And this is Eva letting Charlie know that she made it and even had time to hack the app to let him know that she's okay.

I like this episode but it always makes me think of what it could have been if it was another show, another production and another network involved.

Once again, I'd like to focus on the fact that after a certain point in the episode where it becomes clear that Charlie's head is not in the game, no one says anything about it. No one pulls him back, no one asks if he's okay or even what the fuck he's doing. I guess they keep all the second-guessing for the last episode of the season. Charlie tried to do his job until the very end but I think the distractions were just too much for him and they're indicative of his state of mind.

And they all made mistakes. I still don't know where to pin the surveillance failure, there were two people in the van. They should have intervened in two separate instances, one to take the laptop away from Eva and one to intercept the masked guy who also might have strolled right next to the van. Am I to presume that they put cameras inside the house and not outside? Where they suspecting Eva more than they suspected someone would show up to kill her? In both cases, they failed.

Again, this less than stellar performance from our characters is a great reason for Adele to show up and say that they need more oversight. But some part of this would have to make it to the reports for that to happen.

I've written thoughts on this episode before. I'd pointed out that Eva notices some sort of kinship and attraction between her and Charlie and she tries to use them to her advantage. Which is why the morality of their kiss is more complex than it seems at first glance. At first glance it might seem like he's the one taking advantage. He's not. Is it still wrong that he let her kiss him, and from the way the scene is shot, for several seconds too? Yes. But I remember from the first moment this episode came out, reading about how he was in a position of power. And in that scene, to me, he always comes off as... powerless. Lost.

I understand the contradictory opinions this episode causes. Personally, I like the episodes where there is an upset. We have too many episodes where everything feels like another day on the job, and it doesn't seem to affect them in either way and the repercussions begin and end in that episode. In this one we do see Charlie visibly upset. I'd have liked to see the rest of the team more worried about him or even frustrated and not understanding his predicament. I'd have liked friction more than getting a mention in the finale. There was something there worth exploring.

I'll say again that it would have been a much better storyline to write something about depression or PTSD for Charlie rather than heartbreak throughout the season. Or a combination. He has been through a lot. Maybe I'm asking again too much of this show and this belongs to fanfictions.

[clairecrive]

“Small thing” - Alfie Solomons x reader

A/n: So, I failed to post this on saturday but here it is! Thanks again for requesting @fifty-shadesof-tommyshelby! I changed a few things however I hope you’ll like this!

Summary: Alfie can’t help but step in when he sees that the man you were talking to was about to hit you. Then, one thing leads to another and eventually it’s your shared love for animals that’s what brings you together.

Word count: 2.2K (roughly)

TW: violence on animal, abusive behavior but fluff overall

Tag list: @mollybegger-blog, @evelynshelby, @br0ck-eddie, @of-love-and-of-the-sea, @shadow-of-wonder, @fandom--0verdose, @innerpaperexpertcloud, @sopxhiea, @fuseburner, @ashesbelle (let me know if you wanna be added or removed)

(this beautiful piece of art was made by @fortunetellingnonesense. she has other amazing art so go check her out!)

“Hey, stop! What the hell are you doing?!" Your voice resounded in the streets, its echo jumping through the buildings amplified. You weren't one to shout, nor did you get into fights easily. But if there was one thing you hated, it was bullying. Especially when those pieces of shit always picked on people half their size or age. It wasn't fair and showed how insignificant they were. However true that might be, the cuts and bruises that their kicks and fists would leave on them weren't insignificant. Especially compared to a smaller body such as the one of this little kitty that piece of shit on the other side of the road had decided to kick. 

Unfortunately, it had taken the small kitten cries for you to notice what was happening. But now that you had, you couldn't turn a blind eye to it. Not even if you weren't a strong muscular person and there was no one in the streets could give you a hand. Given the hour, the street was deserted.

"This little shit has decided to pee all over my doorstep. That’ll show him." Not happy with the kick that had probably broken the kitten's ribs, the bloke spat on its trembling body and was about to keep going. 

"Don't you see that it's a little kitten? They don't even know what a doorstep is." You pointed out incredulously but wasn't it obvious? 

"You almost killed him", you added to show that it was totally unnecessary and simply a dick move. 

"I don't fucking care. He peed on my doorstep and I taught him a lesson." His voice became even harsher as he bragged what he thought was a grand gesture. But really, he only proved your point further.

"You're a piece of shit." Simply put.

"Oi, lady, I don't know who the hell you think you are but ain't no one gonna talk to me like that." You could see that he trying to make himself look bigger and threatening but you didn’t expect anything less from him and were set on not let him win.

"If only you cared about yourself just half as much as you cared for others than I wouldn't have to point out the obvious." Dismissing him, you turned towards the poor kitten that was pathetically laying on the floor. Their breath was uneven and you could tell they were having trouble doing so. 

Your words must have confused the man, who apparently wasn't accustomed to a more complex way of speaking. You hadn't apologized but he wasn't sure that you had offended him either. By your tone though, he figured out that it must have been the second. And of course, his ego was bruised. 

"Right, you sl*t, it seems that you need to be taught a lesson too." Too busy cooing over the small thing, his words didn't even register. It was probably going to be too late once they did but luckily for you, a guardian angel interceded for you. 

"It ain't very manly to hit a woman, mate, right." A loud husky voice spoke behind you and you looked up, cradling the kitten to your chest, ready to make a run for it if it came to it. A tall figure of a man leaning on his cane with a big hat that cast a shadow over his face was the newcomer. You had never seen this man before but one look at him was all it took to understand that you did not mess with him. If you didn't want to end up bloodied and broken, that is. 

The bully was about to shoot a retort but the burly man spoke again before he could, "Just like hitting small animals. What fucking beast would do that, hm." And then he spoke no more, only stared at the guy. You found amusing how big and mighty the guy was trying to be just a moment early when it had been only you, and how scared and spineless he was being now, under the stranger's unwavering stare. 

It only took a minute, maybe even less, for him to lower his head and retreat. 

"That's right, no more lesson teaching for you, bastard." You snickered, mocking him. When the man in question turned to send a death stare your way, you shivered and moved behind the stranger's back, just to be sure. 

"Keep on going, mate." The stranger said fully ridding you of that menace finally. 

"Asshole", you muttered under your breath as the man disappeared into his house. You must have been louder than you thought because that prompted the stranger to look at you. 

"What are you doing, lass, getting head to head with a guy bigger than you, eh. Got a death wish?" As you were standing close to him now, you were able to see his face clearly since he was looking down at you for the height difference. What a lovely face. A guardian angel had sent him for sure because there was no way that such a handsome and kind man would stumble into your life by coincidence.

"Look, he almost killed this kitten and was definitely going to if I hadn't stopped him." You didn’t move to put some space between you. His eyes were too mesmerizing to look anywhere but at them and the way his lips trembled before forming a small smirk, was too endearing to miss.

 The stranger’s name turned out to be Alfie, but that wasn't the only thing you ended up knowing about him. He was a fellow animal lover and the human of a sweet bullmastiff. He had a trusted vet and offered to take you to him. On the way, you got to know each other. Albeit, he did all the talking, only stopping to let you answer the many questions he asked you, it wasn't annoying as it may sound. His rumbling was… comforting, in a way. It gave your mind no room to think back about what happened or worry about what could have happened if Alfie hadn't shown up. It only allowed you to lightly caress the kitten's fur and hum now and then to what he was saying. 

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And after months of knowing him, you could vouch that it was. 

He was an interesting fellow, this Alfie. Such a scaring looking guy, all burly and dishevelled. His cane angrily stomped the ground, his boisterous voice and confident stride successful kept away any wandering eye and unwanted attention despite how difficult it was to not notice them walking down the street.  Of course, since you had just met him, you couldn't know that this happened mainly because of his reputation. And you would have never guessed either because despite his rough exterior, there was an underlying tenderness in the way Alfie looked at the small thing in your arms and how quickly and unprompted he had offered to help. It was the recipe for a sweetheart, wasn't it? 

"Right, I reckon we should get him some help, don't we?" Alfie couldn’t help but find you amusing and was more than willing to spend a little more of his time with you. His day had been uneventful up until now. Besides, the small thing in your arms did need help.

After the kitten was entrusted to the vet's care and eventually saved, Alfie, moved by your love for animals, had asked you to take care of his boy, Cyril. Of course, you happily took the job. Yes, the money was good and certainly helped but you mainly agreed because of him. As naive as it sounds, Alfie had made a really good impression on you that day and always had been the portrait of the perfect gentleman around you. 

He would welcome you in and offer a cup of tea when you’d get to his home in the morning and another one when he'd come home in the afternoon before you'd leave. And whenever he needed to stay at the bakery until late at night, he'd phone and tell you either offering to have someone walk you home or when you'd refused to leave Cyril alone - that was your job after all- he had given you one of the spare rooms for you to crash in and get some sleep, always with the promise of a raise for the inconvenience. 

You were titubant at first, yes Alfie had always been nice to you but was it enough to trust him? Eventually, you caved and stayed the night. The door of your room locked and a route for a quick escape already in mind. You'd soon find out that you wouldn't need it though. Alfie had come home a little past midnight and despite the late hour, he didn't go to bed straight away. Instead, you heard some noises coming from the living room. 

Curiosity got the best of you and you ventured downstairs. You had cooked a small dinner and left some for him in the oven. Alfie however, hadn't even noticed. The concept of a cooked meal was new and far away from him, his nightly routine mainly consisted of whiskey and the papers he'd brought from the office. 

Coming home to someone was also something out of the ordinary for Alfie, so when your silhouette appeared in the doorway he thought he was hallucinating. The whiskey made him a little slow but his mind still worked quickly enough that you didn't notice his moment of disorientation. 

That night turned out to be an interesting one for both of you. Looking back to it, it was also a kind of turning point in your relationship. Whiskey proved to be something that made Alfie even more prone to speaking and since the night is young, you two talked a lot, and you inevitably ended up feeling closer to him. 

After that night, Alfie made sure to come home a bit earlier so that you could talk a bit before you had to head home. And you ended up spending more nights at Alfie's too. 

Today was one of those days when Alfie said he would come home in time for tea. So, as usual, you had got everything ready, the cookies you had just taken out of the oven were nicely arranged on a plate beside the two steaming cups of tea. 

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"We are restless today, aren't we? But we just came back from our afternoon walk, so what can I do for you, eh?" You were sure you sounded utterly ridiculous, using a baby voice with him but you loved doing so whenever you talked to him. And you’d swear that he could understand you. 

"A-ha, these are not for you sweet boy," you tutted at Cyril when he tried to help himself to the food.

It felt like a crescendo, your relationship getting out of the acquaintances’ stage and entering something blurry that you still couldn't figure out. All you knew was that it was warm and it felt a lot like home.

"Alright, alright, I'll give you some cuddles." Yeah, maybe you were a little soft on him but how could anyone be anything but when he looked so cute laying on his back with his little paws in the air?  

Exactly. 

The sound of the door closing caught your attention and you got up from the ground and walked in the hallway to meet Alfie who was taking his hat off. 

"Welcome back, Alfie. How was your day?" Walking to him, you helped him take his coat off. After hanging it on the coat rack, you turn back around to listen to his answer. You expected him to have moved away instead you found your faces extremely close after you had turned around. 

A gasp left your lips when your noses brushed whereas Alfie appeared unaffected. His eyes flickered between yours, his moustache tickled your upper lip as he spoke, "it's about to get a lot better, it seems pet. What do ya think?" He whispered on your mouth, referring to your previous question. 

The kiss was slow at first, your lips were cautious of each other, tentative and shy. Then Alfie’s hand reached the back of your head and it was like a flip had been switched. Only a  brief pause to get some air, your forehead touching, before your lips reconnected. This time with far more hunger, like you had been waiting for this moment. And in fact, you had been. 

"Look who's decided to join, cheeky bastard", Alfie commented, amused at his dog who was now panting on his leg. Cyril barked as if he had understood his human and you couldn't help but laugh. This dog was something else. 

Your hands trailed on his shoulders up to his neck while the kiss grew more desperate and Alfie pushed you to the wall behind the coat hanger. His hands began wandering trailing down on your body and his mouth was about to follow when something humid and wet interrupted them. 

Your eyes bore into his then flickered to his mouth, so close to yours, before you answered him. "I wholeheartedly agree." And that was all he needed to hear before his mouth was on yours. A shot of electricity ran through you when he did.

"I'm sorry mate, but this is a dance for two," Alfie gave him a loving pat on his head, "now where were we?" he turned back to you before connecting your mouths again. 

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Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 8

Title: the oh-no-giri miya

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 5.5k (but are we really surprised)

Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: yeeeeehaw another chatper update! there's a lot going on this chapter, but i just hope everything makes sense. thanks for all the support so far! im thinking this series might come to an end soon, but i will keep you all updated!

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You yawn for the fourth time after clocking into work today and rub your tired eyes. Your exhaustion does not go unnoticed by your boss.

“Long night?” Osamu asks as he finishes restocking the fridge.

“More like long week.” Another yawn threatens to leave your lips and you have to force yourself to stop. “There’s been construction going on near my apartment and the elderly couple next door seems to be having some sort of argument for the past few nights. If they don’t figure their issues out by tomorrow, I’m gonna have to have a talk with my landlord.”

Osamu gives you a sympathetic glance and pats your shoulder. “I hope they do. Can’t have my favorite employee walking around like a zombie every day.”

“I’m your only employee, Osamu-san.”

The man just shrugs his shoulders before giving you a more serious look. “You sure you’ll be okay though? I wouldn't mind if you left early today.”

You waved off his suggestion. “No, I’ll be fine. Plus, we have a lot going on today. I’d rather not leave you to deal with that on your own, especially since the entire team is coming to help out.”

There were only a few weeks before the V. League Championships, so the starting players of MSBY were coming in to volunteer and advertise their big match against the Schweiden Adlers. Atsumu was the one to suggest having this event and his coach seemed to like the idea. It did take a while to convince Osamu to allow anybody to work at his precious restaurant but gave in after his brother promised to wear a giant onigiri costume during the entire event and buy him some Wagyu beef after his next paycheck.

Before Osamu could ask you anything else, the front door to Onigiri Miya was roughly opened and the seven MSBY starting players sauntered inside. Everyone greeted each other briefly and Osamu was just about to get them set up in their spots, but MSBY’s setter had other plans.

Atsumu placed a large bag on top of the counter and took out what looked like picture frames along with a power drill.

Osamu raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing, you scrub?”

“What should’ve been done a long time ago!” Without hesitation, Atsumu approached the wall with all of the autographs from previous customers and began to put up seven other frames. He was clearly still upset about the fact that his brother had autographs of the rival team in his shop, so the blonde decided to take matters into his own hands and hang up signed portraits of himself and his teammates. There were shouts of displeasure from your boss and you’d normally be the mediator between the twins, but you felt too tired at the moment to care.

Meian Shugo, the captain of MSBY, approached the spot next to you and gave you a kind smile. “Hey, (Surname)-san.”

“Hello, Meian-san.” You returned the smile with a small wave.

Your boss wanted to meet up with all the volunteers a week prior to the event in order to teach them what they were responsible for, especially those who were helping with the cooking. Since he had asked you to help out, you were able to meet the three remaining MSBY players for the first time last week as well.

“(Surname)-chan, do you need any help with anything before customers start rolling in?” Inunaki Shion questioned as he skipped over to where you were with his teammate, Adriah Thomas, following behind.

“Actually, we need to set up a few tables outside in case it gets a little packed indoors during the lunch rush. Do you guys mind bringing the tables and chairs outside with me?” You pointed towards the plastic tables that were leaning against the wall.

“Sure thing!” Inunaki briefly translated what you had said to Thomas in English and the latter simply nodded his head in understanding. As Thomas was walking past you to grab one of the tables, he lifted his hands in front of you. You haven’t really been able to speak with him since you weren’t very fluent in English, but he has always tried to be as friendly as possible around everyone and seems to love giving high-fives. You thought his actions were endearing, so you gave him a high-five with an equal amount of enthusiasm.

After grabbing what you needed and stepping outside, you spent a couple minutes directing each of them to where everything was supposed to be set up. Once that was done, you ushered them back inside. “Thanks guys! We’re opening soon, so let me know if you have any questions on what you’ll be doing.”

Unsurprisingly, Atsumu and Osamu were still bickering, but now Atsumu had a large black and white onigiri costume in his arms. “How the hell am I supposed to wear this all day, ‘Samu?”

“Easy. Just put it on and keep it on.” The onigiri chef explained. “Bokuto-san, do you mind helping him put it on?”

“Sure thing, Myaa-san!”

Everyone spent the next few minutes decorating the room with MSBY merchandise or helping Atsumu put on his costume and before you knew it, the first customer had arrived. Multiple voices rang throughout the shop, “Welcome to Onigiri Miya!”

Thankfully, the first couple of hours went by without any issues. You were surprised at how all of the guys were able to adapt to their jobs so quickly.

Normally, the customers take their food from the counter themselves, but for the event, Bokuto and Inunaki served as waiters. They seem to be doing a pretty good job so far and the customers love their amiable personalities.

Atsumu was sent outside to give out fliers and keep watch of the people eating outdoors. He would come back inside every so often to refill on fliers or complain about the onigiri suit, and it usually ended up with him being chased out by Sakusa who was on cleaning duty (“Omi-kun why do you keep hitting me with the broom?!”/”I was told to clean any trash on the ground.”). Sakusa was a bit reluctant to be put strictly on cleaning duty but voiced no complaints when you told him that this job requires the least amount of human interaction.

Hinata and Thomas stayed in the kitchen to assist Osamu with cooking. The three worked quite well together and Hinata would translate anything for Thomas if need be.

You and Meian stood next to each other comfortably. You were doing what you normally did at the register except Meian took over all the phone orders.

Even with fewer responsibilities than usual, waves of exhaustion seeped into your bones throughout the morning. There would be the occasional superfan that would walk in and ask for a picture with all the players while squealing in a pitch that could outmatch a dolphin. Just the thought of it gave you a bigger migraine.

“-san…-rname)-san?...(Surname)-san!”

Your eyes shoot up to Meian who has been calling your name for who knows how long. Apparently, your fatigue was also affecting your reaction time. “Ah! Sorry, Meian-san. Did you need something?”

The tall man eyes you with worry. “Are you okay? You seem distracted.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just a bit tired.” You brush off his concern.

He looks like he wants to say more but is interrupted by Hinata who had popped his head in your periphery. “Hey, (Name)-san. Do you know where Osamu-san keeps the olive oil? He stepped away for a moment to check on something and I can’t find it.”

“Oh, yeah. I can get that for-!”

As you turn around from your spot, your vision blurs and you feel your knees give out from the sudden lightheadedness. There are several alarmed voices around you, but you don’t think you can react fast enough to stop yourself from falling over. You prepare for any pain, but before your head could hit the counter, strong arms wrap around your waist.

“(Name)-san!”

Hinata’s voice is right next to you, so you can assume that he is the one who caught you. The poor man looks like he’s about to call an ambulance in panic, so you place a hand on his forearm to let him know you’re still awake.

It seems like all the noise also caused your boss to rush back from whatever he was doing because his figure is suddenly crouched down in front of you. Without warning, Osamu places a gentle hand on your forehead and you involuntarily blush. “Your face is a little red, but it doesn’t seem like you have a fever. You said you weren’t getting enough sleep lately, right?”

“I-I think I just turned around too fast. I’m fine.” You tap Hinata’s arm to get him to let you go and make the effort to stand up on your own to show that you didn’t need help.

Osamu stood up and crossed his arms, his gaze focused on the dark circles under your eyes. “No, you are not. Go to the back room and take a break.”

“I’m seriously okay. Lunch rush is almost here and I don’t want to make things difficult for the other guys,” you argue back.

Osamu doesn’t seem like he wants to back down either. “Would you rather I tell you to leave early? It’s either take a break now or go home.”

After watching you and Osamu go back and forth, Meian felt the need to intervene. “Don’t worry, (Surname)-san. I’ve been with you all morning, so I have a pretty good idea of what I need to do. We’ve got more than enough hands to help out.”

There’s a brief silence as everyone waits for you to say something. You finally let out a defeated sigh. “Alright. I’ll take a break.”

The guys around you feel the tension leave from their shoulders at your compliance.

“But,” you lift up a finger to get their attention, “you have to call me if there are any issues or if you need help with the register.”

“Got it, got it. Now go, (Name)-san.” Osamu walks around you and places his hands on your shoulders as he pushes you towards the back room.

When the door closed behind you, there was an unfamiliar silence permeating the room. You’ve never taken a break by yourself, so you felt slightly uncomfortable. Deciding to just lay on the small couch at the corner of the room, you looked up at the ceiling not exactly knowing what to do during your ‘break’. You didn’t even realize your eyes started to droop until they were fully closed and you entered a deep sleep.

You stretch your arms as you walk back to the register feeling much more refreshed than you were before and mentally thanked your boss for convincing you to take a break.

There’s a small skip to your step as you get closer to where Meian is, but his strange posture makes you halt. When you look around the counter, there are multiple customers waiting in line and all of them seem to have irritated expressions. Meian has the phone up to his ears and he’s stuttering so much that you can’t even make out what he’s trying to say.

You’re about to reach out to help him, but the front entrance suddenly opens and you can’t help but gape at the sight. Standing in nothing but pants and an apron, Atsumu runs a hand through his blonde locks while sweat runs down his skin. You’re not sure why he’s shirtless or how he got away with taking off the costume, but your focus is once again taken away by another volleyball player.

Bokuto grabs a tray of food that Osamu left out and rushes to one of the tables. In his haste, he accidentally trips over his own feet and everything on the tray is sent flying. Your eyes widen when you witness the owlish man produce an entire front flip in the middle of the tiny restaurant and land it successfully. Although, the food didn’t survive and proceeded to fall right on top of Sakusa’s head with a resounding plop.

“Wow! Bokuto, when did you learn to do that?” Inunaki asks excitedly.

“I’ve been practicing so that I can have a grand entrance at the game!” Bokuto stands proudly, completely oblivious to his seething teammate. Sakusa is absolutely furious and looks like he’s about to blow a fuse.

Atsumu chooses to step in and make an attempt at calming his friend lightheartedly. “Hey, Omi-Omi! You’re overreacting. Just wash it off and call it a day. No need to get so mad at your friend.”

Atsumu’s words only seem to infuriate the dark haired male even more. “Get out of the fucking way, Miya. I don’t need your dumb excuses of friendship. I’m sick and tired of your shit.”

You could almost see the poison being spit out of Sakusa’s mouth as he directed his harsh words at Atsumu. The blonde seemed to have finally snapped as well as he alarmingly lifted one of his fists. Before Atsumu could cause any harm, Osamu grabbed his brother’s arm. You didn’t even notice your boss approach the two.

“‘Tsumu! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Osamu kept a tight grip on Atsumu as he glared. “Stop being an idiot and calm down.”

Atsumu roughly grabbed onto his brother’s collar with both of his hands. “You expect me to stay calm after hearing that? And, calling me an idiot doesn’t help, ‘Samu!”

You’ve finally had enough of being just a bystander, so you quickly ran around the counter and put a hand on each of the twins’ shoulders trying to lightly tug them away from each other. “Guys, you need to stop. Fighting in the middle of the shop is not going to solve anything.”

You knew that your words alone wouldn’t be enough to relieve their anger, but what you didn’t expect was the arm that harshly swung out in your direction, pushing you into the nearest table. If it weren’t for Bokuto and Inunaki steadying your balance, you could’ve been seriously injured.

“Stay out of this, (Name)-san.” Anger seems to have blinded Osamu and he doesn’t look even the least bit guilty for pushing you. “You’re being annoying. I don’t need you.”

If you could describe the way your heart felt after hearing those words, you would compare it to shattering glass. You knew you shouldn’t allow his words to affect you this much, but your emotions had failed you and all you could do was look down with tears in your eyes. Maybe this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t taken that break.

Unfortunately, the universe didn’t seem to want you to even contemplate on your decision when a loud scream was heard from the kitchen area. Everyone in the room watched as Hinata, Thomas, and Meian collectively yelled the one word that could’ve made this situation worse.

“FIRE!!”

Your body aggressively shot up into a sitting position with your arms outstretched as you let out a startled gasp. A bead of sweat ran down your face and you took a second to take some deep breaths. Once you felt like your heart wasn’t going to jump out of your chest, you took in your surroundings.

You were alone in the back room of Onigiri Miya sitting on the same couch that you must have fallen asleep on when you first walked in. There was a thin blanket on top of your body that you don’t remember having before losing consciousness, but you didn’t wait to dwell on it as you tossed it aside and stood up to go back outside.

Throwing the door open, you steeled your nerves at the potential chaos that you might have to confront after your terrible, anxiety-provoking dream. However, the sight in front of you was... completely normal.

Your boss, being the closest one to the door, was the first person to notice your presence and smiled as you walked up to him. “Hey, (Name)-san. How are you feeling?”

“Uh...better? How’s everything out here?” Your eyes shift around the room to see if anything was unusual. “No raging fire or um...missing shirts?”

Osamu looked at you with confusion. “Not that I know of? It was a bit rocky after you left, but after about an hour everyone adjusted pretty well.”

Your shoulders released their tension at the fact that there weren’t any issues in your absence but immediately tensed back up when you realized what Osamu had just implied. “An hour?! How long was I asleep for?”

“Maybe about four hours?”

“Four-!” Almost choking on your words, you pulled out your phone to check the time and it has indeed been four hours since you started your break. “Why didn’t anyone wake me up?”

“I came in to check on you after about half an hour, but you seem really tired, and as your boss, I need to make sure you’re not overworked or sick.” Osamu brought up an arm to rub his neck sheepishly. “I know how you feel about me being concerned about your health, but I’d rather have you upset at me than risk you ending up in a hospital.”

A pout makes its way onto your face. How were you supposed to be upset if he gave you a reasoning like that?

Taking your silence as a sign to keep talking, Osamu brings his arm down and places his hand on your head comfortingly. “We’re not closing just yet, so you can still help out. I know you don’t like missing out on work, so there’s still some things to get done, if you’re good with that?”

You nod your head eagerly. “Yeah, sounds good. I’ll try to make up for what I missed.”

When you returned to the register, some of the MSBY players welcomed you back happily. Hinata and Meian gave you worried looks but felt reassured when you gave them a cheerful thumbs up. The only person you haven’t seen in a while was Atsumu, so you assumed he was still working outside.

Since holding the MSBY event for an entire normal work day might tire out the players, Osamu had planned to close earlier than usual, which meant that there was only about an hour left before closing. You tried your best to do as much as you could during that hour, even checking up on everyone every once in a while.

Ten minutes before closing, a woman walked in with two young boys by her side. You could make the assumption that they might be twins based on the uncanny similarities between them. Although, one of them seemed much more outgoing than the other based on their mannerisms and the two reminded you of another set of twins. The kids must’ve been playing outdoors before walking in since their hands were covered in dirt.

The mother lightly pushed her sons towards the back of the room. “Why don’t you two go wash your hands in the bathroom, while I order the food?”

“Okay!” The more extroverted twin answered back and ran towards the bathroom after grabbing his brother’s hand.

The woman asks for a to-go order and strikes up a conversation with Bokuto and Inunaki while she waits. After a couple of minutes, there are strange noises and laughter coming from the bathroom. When you looked up, the mother was still standing with the two men, so her sons must still be in the bathroom.

Tapping Meian on the shoulder, you point to the back when he has his attention on you. “Meian-san, could you watch the register real quick? I’m gonna go check what’s going on in the bathroom.”

He gives you a slight nod and you make your way to where all the noise is. The bathroom door is slightly ajar and when you peek in, you see the two boys standing in front of the sink blowing bubbles with their fingers. There was soap and water everywhere. You silently thank the universe for not having you on cleaning duty today.

Not wanting to startle the children, you knock on the door before opening it all the way. You expected the boys to be terrified at getting caught, but when they make eye contact with you over the mirror, their grins widen.

“Pretty cashier lady! Look what I can do!”

The talkative twin plunged his hand in the sink and viciously started blowing bubbles everywhere after taking his hand out. The quieter of the two started running around to avoid getting hit by the bubbles, but miscalculated how slippery the floor had gotten from all the soap and water.

“AH!”

As soon as you saw the boy’s feet slip from under him, you rushed forward and caught him with your own body, saving him from potentially breaking his nose. “Are you okay?”

The young boy turned red at the close proximity and shyly nodded his head while avoiding your eyes.

The ruckus had caused a couple people to check up on what was going on and were surprised to see the state of the bathroom as well as the boy that was tightly gripping onto your shirt. The boys’ mother was also part of the group as she had realized that her sons were taking quite a long time to simply wash their hands.

Rest assured, you explained what had happened and the woman scolded her children before making them apologize for causing such a disruption. The boy you had saved from slipping kept shifting his body weight from one foot to another when a sudden idea popped into his head. He quickly ran out of his mother’s hold and slid open the front door to go outside.

Before anyone could run after him, the boy came back inside just as quickly with a small white flower in his hand. He shuffled over to stand in front of you and held out the flower. “I’m sorry.”

You thought your heart would burst at the cute gesture and knelt down to gladly accept the flower with a warm smile. “Thank you.”

All of the guys around were watching the scene with a smile of their own. Someone quietly leaned over to an unsuspecting Osamu and whispered into his ear, “You’ve got some tough competition, Myaa-san.”

“Bokuto-san?!”

With that, the mother left with her sons after grabbing their food and the day was officially over. All of the MSBY players, excluding Sakusa and Atsumu, sat down at a table together to take a quick break before getting back up to clean. Sakusa begrudgingly went to get rid of the mess in the bathroom and Atsumu was still nowhere to be seen, but no one really seemed to notice at the moment.

Even though you were out cold for a couple hours, it still felt like an hectic day.

“Looks like you just can't get away from ruining your uniform, huh.”

Turning to the side, Osamu walks up to where you are and a smirk is plastered onto his features. True to his words, your uniform was once again soaked with water, but this time, there are remnants of soap as well.

You let out a sigh. “It seems so.”

Osamu nervously looks to the side and shoves his hands into his pockets. “Do you, uh, need something to cover up?”

“Nah, it’s all good. I actually brought an extra uniform shirt just in case anything happened during the event today. Luckily, I thought ahead!” You mentally pat yourself on the back.

“Yeah...lucky.”

“I’m gonna go change in the back room now. I’ll come out to help with cleaning afterwards!” You don’t wait to hear a response and disappear into the back room for the second time today.

At the same time, the entrance slides open and Atsumu, still in his onigiri costume, strolls into the shop. There’s an empty bag of chips hanging loosely from his hands, which he throws away to the nearest trash can.

“Atsumu-san! Where have you been?” Hinata stands up from his chair to walk up to the blonde in curiosity. “And, where did you get those chips?”

“There weren’t any customers outside and I wanted a snack so I went to the nearby convenience store,” Atsumu replies.

Osamu scoffs. “You skipped out on work and went to the convenience store in that?”

“Everyone and their moms in the next 10 mile radius has seen me in this, so what’s the point of getting embarrassed over wearing this down the block?” Atsumu attempts to shrug his shoulders but the suit is too large to make it obvious. “We’re done right? I wanna get out of this thing as soon as possible. You left my shirt in the back, right Shoyo-kun?”

Atsumu began speed walking towards the back room to change and Hinata realized a second too late that his teammate had no idea that you were still inside. The younger male jumped in place and tried to stop Atsumu. “Atsumu-san, wait! Don’t-!”

Unfortunately, Atsumu’s ears didn’t register what Hinata was trying to say in time and he swung open the door. He froze completely when he saw the bare skin of your back before sliding up his gaze to lock eyes with you. You were in the middle of putting on your extra uniform but froze in shock from the sudden entry with only your arms through the shirt, leaving the top half of your body only clad in a bra.

Hinata, who was only able to grab onto his teammate’s arm a second too late, also had a clear view. To make the situation even worse, Sakusa had just finished cleaning the bathroom and had walked out at the same time of the fiasco making him the third person to see you shirtless.

All four of you stare at one another for a second before you snap out of it. A menacing aura seeps out of your figure as your expression darkens. “Close the door.”

“SHIT! SORRY!” Atsumu regains function in his limbs at your tone and slams the door shut.

Hinata covers his fiery cheeks and squeezes his eyes shut but then immediately opens them when the image of you becomes too clear in his mind. He’s muttering incoherent apologies under his breath as if you could sense his remorse through the walls. Sakusa looks down at his mop and remains silent, his own cheeks tinted pink under his face mask.

“What the fuck did you do, Atsumu?”

Atsumu flinches at the coldness of Osamu’s words from behind him. He slowly turns around and meets his brother’s gaze. Osamu was mad.

Not even a second later Osamu’s kicking around Atsumu across the floor in anger. Atsumu opted to pull his arms and legs inside the suit to avoid any injuries. Hinata and Sakusa can only watch from the side. Out of curiosity, even Bokuto joined in on spectating. If this was any other situation, one might even laugh at the somewhat comical sight.

You step out of the back room a minute later fully dressed. No one has noticed you yet, so you just make your way to where the three less problematic MSBY players were sitting. They all watch you with mixed expressions as you sit down on one of the chairs wearily.

“You just can’t seem to catch a break. You good?” Inunaki peers at you with sympathy in his eyes. Thomas lifts up a hand for you to take and gives you a comforting squeeze before letting go.

“Yeah. I’m fine, really. Can’t even say I’m surprised that nothing seems to be calm when I’m around all you volleyball players. I’ve already gotten used to it, though.” You sigh exasperatedly but you can’t stop the small upward curve of your lips as you glance behind you at the chaos.

Meian chuckles. “You know, you’re pretty good at handling their shenanigans. Even with all the work you did today, you still made time to check on everyone. I’d say you’ve got some good managing skills.”

You give Meian a grateful smile at his kind words. He then seems lost in thought for a moment before beaming at you. “Hey, we have a manager position that’s open right now. Would you consider working along with all of us?”

The suggestion caught you completely off guard. You working with MSBY? You can’t deny that the idea makes you curious.

As you open your mouth to respond, an arm is suddenly slung over your shoulders silencing you.

“Sorry, Meian-san. She’s too good of a worker to give up.” At some point, your boss had gotten behind you and eavesdropped on your conversation. He tugs your body a bit closer to his own possessively and looks at Meian straight in the eye. “She’s mine.”

You’re surprised how you haven’t ended up in the hospital with how many times your heart has gone out of control in the last 8 hours. Except this time, a blush accompanies your irregular heart rate.

To save yourself from any potential embarrassment, you shrug off Osamu and cross your arms. “Um, no. I don’t belong to anyone.”

A flash of anxiety runs across Osamu’s eyes. He worries that he might have offended you or pushed you to take Meian’s offer.

Ignoring your boss, you send a small apologetic smile to the older man.” Sorry, Meian-san. I’m pretty happy working here, and I don’t know if I can really commit to a manager position at this time. Thanks for considering me though!”

“No worries, (Surname)-san. Feel free to let us know if you ever do change your mind.” The captain nods his head in understanding and accepts the rejection coolly.

A pained groan echoes through the shop and you turn to the noise. Atsumu is still on the ground looking absolutely drained of energy while Bokuto pokes at his costume with a single metal chopstick. Hinata and Sakusa are still in the same spot from before and make no effort to help Atsumu up.

Meian claps his hands once next to you and his chair screeches against the floor as he stands. “Alright, guys! Break’s over! Our job isn’t done just yet. Let’s get to cleaning!”

Leftovers

You’re just about ready to pass out as you lay in your bed with the lights off. Despite the four hour nap you had today, you still feel drowsy and can’t wait to get some sleep. Luckily, the neighbors seem to have calmed down for the night, so sleep should come easily. As you feel your consciousness slipping from you, you’re suddenly jolted awake by the shrill ringtone of your phone.

Letting out an annoyed groan, you pick up your phone to check who would be calling you so late. However, your irritation dissipates as soon as you read Shirabu’s name on the screen. He isn’t the type of person to call for no reason, so you immediately answer with a bit of a concerned tone, “Hey, Shirabu-san! What’s up?”

“Hello, (Surname)-san. Sorry for calling you so late. My shift just ended and I came across some information you might be interested in.” His words catch you by surprise and you force your body to sit up. “I just spoke to a colleague of mine and they informed me that there’s a program you might be interested in. They’re accepting new applicants at her university.”

“What?! That’s great! Could you tell me more about it?” It’s difficult to keep your voice down with all your anticipation.

Shirabu relays all of the information that his colleague had told him and you quickly shuffle over to your desk and turn on your mini lamp to write down both the website and email needed for the application. He stays silent as you finish writing down everything. You’re about to thank your friend, but he speaks up once again. “Oh, but I think it would be good to mention that the application is due in two days.”

You let out a panicked gasp. Two days?!

“Sorry about letting you know so late. I only found out about this today.” Shirabu’s tone is uncharacteristically apologetic, so you know he’s being genuine about his words. “I wouldn’t have told you about it, if I didn’t think you were capable of finishing it on time.”

After taking a deep breath, your face breaks out into a small smile at Shirabu’s blunt display of kindness. “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. I really do appreciate you even letting me know about this at all. Thanks, Shirabu-san.”

Your ears pick up a car door slam, so you assume Shirabu must have gotten in his car to go home. After some shuffling, Shirabu responds back to your gratitude. “No problem. I’m going to assume that you’ll probably want to get started on your application as soon as possible, so I’ll hang up now. Good luck with everything and let me know if you have any other questions.”

Once you’ve both said your goodbyes, the line goes silent. A spark lights in your eyes and all of your previous drowsiness has disappeared. You turn on your laptop and spend the majority of your night working on the application with motivation that you haven’t had in a while.

A/N: it took everything in my soul to not write ‘Inumaki’ instead of Inunaki. Inumaki supremacy (i love me my onigiri boys).

did i write the scene with the baby twins just for the whole scandalous back room exchange. yes. yes i did.

if the bubble blowing bathroom scene reminded you of that one scene in the spongebob movie, you’re on the VIP list

taglist: @kiyoo-omi, @tris-does-stuff, @livshotel, @bokuatsubro, @akkeyomi, @kaleidoscopekai @hirugachan

[undertale-writing-times]

I've been thinking if some of the skeletons willing to teach their S/O any of their favorite recipes in exchange of their S/O's favorite dish recipes as well? Any of them who loves to cook is having a cooking day with their S/O? (Any skeletons of your choices but I would to know more about SugarTale if that's possible!)

I'm gonna write for the ones that would really like cooking! So mostly Papyrus -w-' but I still hope you like it! :D

thanks for the ask.

Papyrus- Of course! Papyrus would be pleased to share his recipes with his Datemate! He loves to cook, and he quite enjoys the idea of a cooking date. He thinks it would be fun if S/o tries to cook his recipes and he could cook theirs! Wouldn't that be fun? If you guys happen to burn down the house, It wouldn't be the worst thing ever. Why do you think he only ever cooks noodles? It's a comfort food, but also one of the only things he feels comfortable enough to cook but with the help of his datemate, he's pretty sure that it would turn out well!

Blueberry- Blueberry doesn't really have any recipes, he just does whatever he thinks is the best thing to do. He makes tacos but he'd make one just to get S/o's, because if it's an old family recipe then he could try to make it and make his datemate happy. That's all he really wants to do, well also be a royal guard, and have a bush cut into the shape of his head/face wouldn't that be fun? He's getting off track. He loves the idea of a dinner date, where they cook, because he's seen it on tv and he thinks it's so cute! Well uh by the end the kitchen was a mess but hey, fun :)

Noodle- Noodle's recipes weren't really good for humans, because, you know, it's human meat most of the time. He tries to remember his old spaghetti recipes, sharing them with his datemate. If they had a cooking date? He finds it amazing and enjoys it so much. Cooking with someone he cares about? Having enough food to cook whatever they wanted? He couldn't believe it, and it made him sooo happy.

Edge- It might take some talking for him to even think about sharing his recipes, because of how protective he is of them. He's shockingly a very good cook, and takes cooking very seriously. If he figures that they're very serious about it, he'll finally agree to share his recipes but they better give him some of theirs! He wants to learn how to make pies! He hasn't really been able to figure that out. A cooking date? He thinks that that's a wonderful idea and will quickly agree to that! He thinks it will be fun. He's happy to see that his datemate is getting interested in things that he likes too.

Lord- Lord will get embarrassed about his datemate asking about his recipes, why would they want that? If they wanted something, he could make it! Come on, cooking was one of the only things that he really thought he was even remotely good at. Yet when they said they'd give him their own recipes, he'd think about it harder then sigh and finally agree to share his recipes. When they had the food cooking date, he'd show how he makes his lo mien, then watch how they make their food. He thinks that this is cute. Just won't say it.

Nightmare- Shockingly, Nightmare likes to cook. Axe does as well and is the normal cook for the Nightmare castle but Nightmare enjoys cooking when he doesn't have anything else to do. It's just calming for him, but it's a secret hobby so if his S/o finds out about it? He's going to be a little embarrassed and grumble in annoyance. Then they said that they had some recipes that they could try that were old family ones and that caught his attention. Old family recipes? That normally means good... he makes a night of it. They both stay up all night cooking different things just to try it out. When the boys wake up they'll have a lot of stuff to try to eat! Axe is in heaven.

Sweet- A cooking date in Sugartale means a lot, because food is something everyone needs, so when his datemate suggested it? He got so excited and quickly agreed! He loves the idea of sharing recipes, though warning all of his only use sweet things. He puts ice cream through a noodle maker, making them into noodles with marshmallows in balls and chocolate sauce. That's his recipe. They're all trying to get used to the fact that not everything around them anymore is candy... oh well. Cooking can be a little bad for him because he could melt but he'd fix later! It just takes a few hours for him to reform and he hates it.