#Pretty Bread Pudding Boy

[frary-us]

Totally agree!👍💖

Confess your sins tag game!

Rules: Any character from any fandom can be used for this game. Pick a character that you consider a guilty pleasure/background character aside from your blorbo, and confess why you like them 😊

Thank you for tagging me in... this... @holy3cake lol! Not sure I have any guilty pleasures besides Aldhelm. Anyone who knows me knows how devoted I am to my man lol. But in all honesty, I guess Aethelred is my "guilty pleasure" because he is such a fun character! He is so dumb and irrational and an absolute turd in every way but every scene he is in is just pure gold. His facial expressions, haughty attitude, and just off the wall temper tantrums are so hilarious he is a character that you just can't hate!

No pressure tags: @gemini-mama @thelettersfromnoone @synintheraven @thenameswinter99

@bagheerita @solinarimoon @errruvande @paula-in-dreamland @freddie-foxs

@waterfallsilverberrywrites @hexenheim @whitedarkmoonflower

And anyone else who wants to play!

[bunnys-kisses]

how can i take your order? all you have to do is pick a dessert, drink and driver/character of your choosing! are you in the mood for a mille-feuille or a big slice of chocolate cake! please, please, please indicate who you want me to write about!!

the servers are from the following: formula one, call of duty, baldur's gate 3, haikyuu, one piece, jujustu kaisen, detective comics (dc), marvel comics (but i am open to any other fandoms you might have in mind! please do not hesitate to ask!!)

i do also accept polyam relationships! (pairing + reader), up to about four people! just to make it manageable on my end!

all orders can be made to the inbox for @bunnys-kisses and i'll get your order together asap! also let me know if you want it extra sweet or a little more spicy !

mille-feuille: “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”

butter tart: "let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

sugar pie: “gonna let daddy hear ya?”

zebra cake: "well, what do we have here?"

carrot cake: "swallow it. all of it."

millionaire shortcake: "if they saw you now, you'd be the biggest shame to your family."

pots de crème: "if a picture is worth a thousand words, then i could probably get a million dollars for this photo."

oat flapjacks: "i'm not scared of you."

persian rolls: "it's mandatory i finish. you getting to finish is a treat."

spice pie: "i didn't know it was possible to be a liar and a slut."

mushroom pie: "if you don't shut up. i'm going to shut you up."

lemon slice: "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making."

swiss roll: "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you."

pumpkin pie: "i've met strays who were more obedient."

pastry braid: "your job is to make me cum. now get to work."

sausage roll: "i wonder how much i could get for photos of this cunt."

pithivier: "if you don't behave, i'll let the boys take care of you."

tiramisu: “my little slut to ruin.”

sponge toffee: "aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?"

pull-apart bread: "i love you"

powered sugar donuts: "marry me."

blueberry bars: “gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.”

pudding chomeur: "i don't share."

ice cream bars: “did you see the way he was eyeing you? he need to know you're mine."

chocolate cake: "do you feel that? that's what happens when i think about you all day."

soufflé: "i'll be gentle."

fried dough: "i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours."

apple pie: "now be good and beg. thank you."

vanilla cheesecake: "where are your manners?"

berry trifle: "wrong. try again."

maple cream pie: "either you wear the necklace with my name on it, or wear my bruises around your neck."

s'more: "The accent gets to you, doesn't it?"

belgian waffles: "i cum in that every night."

pancakes: "if you bite me. i'll bite you back."

loaf of whole wheat bread: "you're going to shut that mouth and take me."

jos louis: "does someone need a daddy?"

maple taffy: "oh my god you're stupid."

snowballs: "don't worry, drug tests aren't till next week."

shortbread cookies: "and who does this belong to?"

flan: "i'm not possessive... i'm obsessive."

peach cake: "if you spill a drop, we start all over."

angel food cake: "if he fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you."

red velvet cupcake: "if you don't like being called a whore, then stop acting like one."

mince pie: "i'm not jealous."

banana bread: "i'm going to fuck that sweet pussy of yours until the only word your little brain can form is my name."

crumb cake: "if you just listened, all of this could've been avoided."

chocolate chip cookies: "you're beautiful when you smile, but you're the prettiest when my cock is in your throat"

nanaimo bars: "who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it."

coffee cake: "knees. now."

sourdough bread: "i'm going to breed you."

blueberry muffins: "i don't think it'll fit."

pound cake with strawberries: "you know i hate going over rules, but just because i like seeing you embarrassed, i'll tell you them again."

croissant: "i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me."

crepe: "pretty girl."

french toast: "you're trying to make me jealous!"

churros: "if you don't shut that little mouth of yours, i will stuff it full. okay?"

shortbread squares: "you're just mad that that my cock fits perfectly in you now. must be a blow to the ego that we're a perfect match."

savory pastry: "let your brother find out."

sweet pastry: "i'll make it all better."

eclairs: "the family's precious little girl. under me like a slut."

boston cream pie: "yeah, i'll use protection."

bagel: “gonna paint you with my teeth.”

crostata: “stupid slut, this is what you wanted huh? wanted me to fuck you like i hate you.”

tres leches: "i wonder if your brother know i cum in you."

peanut butter bars: “scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. show them I’m yours.”

eton mess: "be careful. your breath smells like cum."

scones: "but what if they see us!"

english muffin: "aw, is someone crying?"

honey cruller: "i forget how small you are sometimes."

banana split: "don't look at me like that."

beer brownies: "stick your tongue out anymore and you'll look like a dog."

fudge: "your father is pissing me off."

sticky toffee pudding: "the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant."

hot cross buns: "don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up."

brownies: "you're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours."

chocolate mousse: "the only necklace you need is my hand around your throat"

tim bits: "stupid little thing."

fruitcake: "i'll make tonight special."

cornmeal muffin: "i need you most."

devil's food cake: "you're my most unhealthy obsession."

crème caramel: "oh. you thought you were getting away from me?"

banana & chocolate muffins: "i'm only doing this because you need to learn how to behave, rules are rules, and you need to follow them."

custard tart: "i've never done this before."

cinnamon rolls: "no one needs to know."

mango sorbet: "you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?"

date squares: "you look better with my marks on you."

figgy duff: "if i buy it, will you stop pouting?"

spicy upside down cake: "let's play a game: don't get caught."

cream puffs: "let me finish inside."

profiteroles: "come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go."

with a side of:

coffee: rivals

tea: semi-public/public sex

juice: cockwarming

mocha coffee: breeding kink

bubble tea: daddy kink

a vodka shot: rough sex

sparkling water: gentle sex

coconut water: alternate universe

energy drink: doggy style

champagne: sugar daddy situation

hard lemonade: possessive behaviour

espresso shot: dirty talking

a glass of wine: cowgirl position

ice capp coffee: werewolf au

bloody mary: vampire au

martini: mafia au

frozen latte: dumbification

frozen lemonade: consensual non-consent

cranberry juice: mean!character

glass of water: aftercare

chocolate milk: tenderness

milkshake: size kink

pina colada: pregnancy

cider: body worship

mai tai: loss of virginity

margarita: unprotected sex

mint julep: punishments

chai: biting/hickies

earl grey: big cock

fishbowl cocktail: protected sex

tonic water: age gap

matcha latte: collars/bondage

root beer: filming/recording

soda: jealousy

americano: oral sex

whisky: degrading language

vitamin water: dom/sub dynamic

irish coffee: high sex

sangria: drunk sex

dark roast coffee: sub!character

dark hot chocolate: sub!reader

iced tea: accidentally launching relationship

lemon water: university/college au

naked & famous: bimbo/ditzy!reader

on the house: author's choice!

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[theereina]

Big Mama Pt. 6

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +2.3K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, heavily dialogue-centered, no smut, use of pet names (Daddy, Mama, lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, b*tch, etc.), fluff, dirty talk, choking, Dom/Sub(brat)~relationship established

A/N: I don't know how many parts there will be. However, I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

Big Mama Pt. 1 => 🦋

Big Mama Pt. 2 => 🦋

Big Mama Pt. 3 => 🦋

Big Mama Pt. 4 => 🦋

Big Mama Pt. 5 => 🦋

*Masterlist: 🔥🔥🔥

“So, where yo’ man at? He still ain't back yet?” asked Monica. We had been on the phone chatting all morning. “I guess on the lake. He's still probably fishing,” I said, leaning against the counter. “Oh, so he out fishing, and you at home being all domestic and shit. Okay, housewife!” Monica laughed. “Shut the hell up,” I laughed.

I had been cooking all morning since Terry left. I packed his lunch in a cooler before making breakfast earlier that morning. “So, we cooking three meals a day now?” she said being messy. “Listen, you messy whore. Stop picking on me,” I said, smacking my lips. I turned back to the stove and stirred the pot of collard greens. “You right! I'll leave you alone,” Monnie said.

I walked to the fridge and pulled out the variety of shredded cheeses I bought. I poured all of them into a glass bowl I placed on the counter. Since it was too soon to cook it, I only wanted to start preparing the macaroni and cheese for now.

“We both know you're lyin’!” I said into the phone. “Girl, it's just crazy seein’ you like this. It's so fuckin' cute. You all soft and shit,” she said giggling. “Whatever!” I yelled back while rolling my eyes. “You and I both know you ain't never did no shit like this. I'm used to Big Mama who be pressin’ niggas. Now, yo’ ass in the house cookin’ for one,” she hollered. I scoffed at her remark. Was I really that down bad?

I opened the oven and checked on the cornbread. The sweet smell of honey wafted through the air. I lightly pressed the top of the bread checking the firmness. I put on an oven mitt and pulled it from the oven. I sat it on a towel on the counter. “Girl, I wish you could see this cornbread. It's beautiful,” I said smiling. “Only you would call cornbread beautiful. Keep teasing me, and imma pull up, bitch. I'll bring my own Tupperware, so don't worry!” she cackled. “So, you just gone show up to eat, then leave?” I asked. “Well, what else am I supposed to do? Y'all too busy playin’ house and shit!” Monnie stated.

“You know what? Fuck you! I'm getting off the phone,” I snorted. “That's right! You betta have Mister’s plate on that table by the time he make it home. Oh, and bring me back a niece or nephew while you at it,” she giggled. “Bye, and it's still fuck you!” I said, hanging up the phone.

At this point, I was floating through the kitchen— mixing Mac and cheese, stirring collard greens, frying and flipping chicken, and whipping up a banana pudding. It felt so good to be in my happy place.

4 hours later ~ around 7 p.m.

Rinsing off the day, Terry was upstairs taking a shower, and I was finishing the final touches for dinner. The mac and cheese was browned to perfection. The collard greens were flavorful and savory. The fried chicken was chef’s kiss. The cornbread smelled like heaven. The banana pudding was just waiting in the fridge. I had outdone myself. Maybe Monnie was right. Was I in my housewife era? Had Terry put me in soft girl mode? Ah, shit!

As I reached to retrieve the plates from the cabinet, I felt something press against my back. “I got it, mama. Let me,” Terry said, reaching over me. “Thank you,” I said, kissing his cheek. He put the plates down on the counter in front of me. “Shit, I didn't realize you had done all this. You really weren't playin’, huh?” Terry asked, wrapping his arms around my waist. He leaned over and started planting small kisses on my neck.

“If you wanna eat, you gotta leave me alone. The plates haven't even hit the table,” I giggled while shrugging my shoulder to get him to stop. “It’s a shame that a man can't have dessert before dinner,” he said, turning me around to face him. He pressed his body against mine and trapped me against the counter. “Terry, you promised to behave. Come on!” I said, pushing my hip towards him. “No, I promised to try. I did. I swear, but you look so damn good,” he said, placing his arms on the counter beside me. I whined and scrunched my face. Did I want to fuck Terry’s brains out? Yes! However, I had also spent all day cooking his favorite meal and dessert.

I folded my arms across my chest. “Ah, mama! Okay, I’m sorry. You’re right. I asked you to cook for me, and you did just that. Thank you, love,” he said pulling me into him. His lips crashed into mine. He held my face in his hands and tilted my head to look him in the eyes. “Forgive me?” he asked flashing that devious smile. This sneaky bastard knew how to get me. “Yes, now move!” I said nudging him away from me.

Terry reached for the plate in front of me. “I said move. Didn't I? That means sit down, Terry!” I said rolling my eyes and laughing. I turned towards the counter, blocking him. “My bad. I don’t know what it is, but you knowin’ yo’ way around a kitchen like this makes me wanna…,” he said backing away from me. “Makes you wanna what?” I questioned as I turned around to look at him. Terry’s eyes lingered on my face and slowly dropped to my abdomen. A smile so sinister spread over his face. “I know damn well you aren’t suggestin’ that. A baby, Terry?” I scoffed while smiling. “I mean… You love me, right?” he asked while sitting at the table.

“First, it was Monnie talkin’ about bring her back a niece or nephew. Now, you! I can't deal with this. Why does everybody want me to get pregnant?” I laughed. “I don't know Monnie’s reasons because I wouldn't trust her to watch a pot of boiling water. However, I know mine, and I have… well,… many,” he said leaning back against the kitchen chair. He raised his arms so that they rested across the back. “And what might those be? Hm? I really wanna know, sir. Tell me,” I said as I turned to the food waiting on the stove.

“Don't worry about it, Mama. Just know I haven't found a reason not to. I'm just waitin' on you,” he said smiling. “Yo’ ass gone be waitin' a long ass time, too. A baby? Terry, you can't be serious!” I squealed. “A long ass time, huh? That's what you think. Imma get one out of you, ‘Vana. Best believe, I'm not gone have to trap you to do it either,” he cackled. “You know what? I'm not doin' this with you!” I said beginning to plate the food.

20 minutes later

“Done, baby?” I asked Terry while standing with my plate in my hand. “Uh,… Yeah,’’ Terry said. “You sound unsure. Baby, I ain't gone ever tell you you can't have more,” I said placing my plate in the sink. Terry’s eyes rose to meet my backside. His eyes lingered on my ass since my back was still turned. “More of what?” Terry asked biting his lip. I could sense a hint of something in his voice. I peeked over my shoulder to see him watching me. I giggled at his antics. “Terry? You know I can see you, right?” I said walking back to the table. I leaned over so that my face was close to his. If this was the game he wanted to play, let’s do it!

“Mmm. Why you playin’ wit’ me, ‘Vana?” he said shifting in his seat. “It’s easy,” I responded. “Oh, really?” he said licking his lips. I could feel his breath on my face. His chest was rising and falling rapidly. I could tell he was becoming more aroused by the second. “You never answered my question, honey. Do you want more?” I asked squatting down in front of him. “And you never answered mine. More of what?’” Terry asked as he leaned up to gently grab my chin. “You want my honest answer?” I asked placing my hands on his knees.

Terry's eyes watched my hands. “Of course, I want honesty, mama. Talk to me,” he said letting his thumb stroke my cheek. “If Daddy wants more, he can have whatever the fuck he wants,” I said trailing my hands up his thighs. Terry’s movements stilled, and his eyes shot up to my face. His eyes clouded with lust and darkened with desire.

Terry’s grip on my chin tightened as he used it to pull me forward. My knees hit the floor so I was kneeling in front of him. I leaned over and let my cheek rest on his growing erection. “Mamas, don't start something you can't finish. If you aren't ready for this, find you something safe to do,” he said. “The fuck is that supposed to mean,” I snapped as I looked up at him. “Aye, watch yourself. You heard me, little girl. I meant what I said,” he said grabbing my chin again. “Me? A little girl? Does someone need a reminder of who the fuck I am?” I asked leaning back on my calves and folding my arms across my chest. “You got one more cuss word before I…,” he said lowering his eyes into slants.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was initiating “playtime”. The excitement of the unknown pulsed through my veins. I was about to allow Terry to fully indulge in his needs and wants. I calmed my breathing before looking up at Terry again. “Before you what? You ain't gonna do shit, and we both know it. There ain't shit you can give that I can’t take,” I said fully committing to brat mode.

“You sure you wanna take this route? Once we begin, there's no turning back. You know that, right?” Terry asked leaning over me. His posture had changed and so had his energy. His shoulders were stiff and squared. It was as if his body was blanketing my entire aura and being. I sat for a minute contemplating my next move. How could I outdo myself?

I smiled as a thought crept into my head. I pulled my hands away and placed them in my lap. With the confidence of a goddess, I said, “You created this monster. Deal with it.” Terry's breathing halted before a smirk spread across his face. His hands instantly grabbed a handful of hair at the back of my head. “You got a lotta mouth, lil mama. I don't like that. I don't like it all,” he said tightening his grip. I moaned loudly. I could feel a puddle growing in my panties.

I was fully committed to my role as a brat. I laughed at Terry in an attempt to piss him off. That was having little to no effect on him. I knew I had to make him execute his fantasy to the fullest. I took a deep breath before speaking. “Fuck all that! What you trying to do, huh?” I asked biting my lip and cocking my head to the side.

All sentiments of expression left Terry’s face, and his body grew in anger. His hand quickly left my hair and found my throat. He squeezed tight enough for my breathing to stop. Ironically, all I could think about was how good this felt. My pussy quivered and ached as I released what felt like a mini orgasm. It soaked through my panties as he loosened the grip he had on my throat. “Look at you. Daddy’s little slut. You just couldn't help yourself, huh? That’s fine, mama. Just know this— when we get in that room, I’m gone turn yo thick ass every which way but loose. Don't run. Don't speak. Don't touch shit. It's my turn. Got it?” he said, releasing me with a push.

I looked up at Terry with big doe eyes before speaking again. “Yes, Big Daddy. I understand,” I said while struggling to hide my excitement. “Oh, you think those pretty brown eyes gone help you, huh? Ha! Too late for that. I’m trying to see the monster I created. Bring her out. Fuck all that cute shit!” he said leaning back into the chair. “But…” I started. “Aye, I don't remember asking you to speak. The only thing I want you to do with that there pretty mouth of yours is to suck, lick, slob, swallow, and do it again. You nasty, bitch!” Terry demanded.

As if activated on cue, I could feel the heat between my legs. I wanted this man’s hands all over me. RIGHT THE FUCK NOW! It was Terry’s turn to indulge in his fantasy as a dom. I loved the idea since he would show hints of it sometimes. His only request was not to be easy. He didn't want me to fully submit without any pushback. He liked the idea of me talking shit and provoking him. Terry’s plan involved leaning into a darker side of himself that he had never completely let out, and I trusted him enough to agree to do it. I felt he deserved this moment especially since he didn't judge me about mine.

So, let’s see where tonight takes us.

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[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ In an earth from the 1600’s that still hunts witches, you and your friends are sent on a mission to catch an anomaly. When the villagers catch you and are about to burn you, Miguel has to go and save you. The act, will lead to you and Miguel having a heart-to-heart talk, solving your problems. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ witch!reader, implied short reader, legal age gap, violence, witchcraft, religion mentions, some horror, angst, fluff. 𝐀/𝐍_ I did something bad, that’s the song for this.

♪ ♫ My Miguel O’Hara playlist ✰ Index (+ fics here) ➪ bookstagram acc (in need of friends)

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Maybe you exaggerated the sparkles in your eyes.

The black eyeshadow with glitter on top was scandalous, and the red gloss on your lips only made it look more exaggerated.

But someone knocked on the door when you were about to wipe the gloss.

“Coming!” You let your guests know.

When you open the door, there are a lot of interesting sights.

Miles and Gwen are dressed as Frankenstein and his bride, Hobie is dressed as a zombie policeman, Pavitr is dressed as a pirate, and Baby Mayday is a fairy.

“OH- all of you look so cute and cool” you squeal, stealing Mayday from Pavitr’s arms.

“You are the prettiest fairy!” She coos and giggles, playing with the feathers on your cleavage. You were the black swan. Yes, from the movie, with pointe shoes alike shoes and all.

“You look so pretty!” Gwen flatters you, as you step aside from the door to let the group in.

“Thanks. So… uh-… Where’s Peter?” You ask once the door closes, and your adult friend is nowhere nearby.

“Jess. He was about to come but she took him to guide a briefing” Miles says, and you roll your eyes. Sometimes you hated how devoted Jess was. No wonder why Miguel trusted her a lot.

“Oh. That’s okay. We can start without him…” they all nod.

The plan was simple. Your friends decided to have a little gathering at your place. Halloween was around three weeks away. A night with spooky movies (Mayday friendly), pumpkin pie, ghost stories, and more sounded good.

'`We bought pumpkin cheesecake and cinnamon bread pudding’ Miles adds. Your mouth waters at the smell.

“You can place them in the kitchen. Thanks…"Soon Miles and Gwen are making nachos in your kitchen, Pavitr and Hobie are playing over what movie they should pick, and you are playing with Mayday on the carpet of the living room.

“Dude…y/n, can you tell Hobie that The Exorcist isn’t an option to see as a movie with Mayday here?” You laugh, stopping your little hide-and-seek game with the toddler to see the pair of boys.

“I have to agree with Pav. We can see a cartoon though?” Hobie huffs but nods smiling at Mayday trying to walk.

A sudden bang startles you, Pavitr, and the little kid. It came from the kitchen.

“SORRY” Gwen yells. You wonder what the hell they did.

“The olives can almost explode…” the blonde explains, poking through the kitchen door.

Casper is quickly the most-voted movie to see. When Dr. Harvey is giving an interview on TV and Casper watches it, Miles and Gwen appear with two giant nacho bowls.

They sure did an amazing job. At the bottom, tons of chips. Covered in loads of cheese, tomato, onions, beef, jalapeños, black olives, crema, and more cheese.

“I’m gonna need a diet after this…” you say, making them laugh.

“No worries, my aunt makes this fermented tea that will make you stay in shape with your usual exercise” Pav was that emotional friend you were so grateful to have.

“Really? Aww. Thanks, Pav” he nods, taking Mayday to snuggle with her.

The only sounds in the living room are Casper talking with his uncles, the crunch of the nachos, and some farts from Mayday.

An hour later, the movie is done. There are no nachos left, most of the bread pudding is gone and the rain has started. Oh, and Peter was still at the HQ dressed as a pirate.

“So as the little girl walked through the woods, soon she found a hanging man… the corpse was already rotten…” Hobie’s deep voice made his narrowing of a horror story more thrilling.

By that time, nobody had a costume, only pajamas. You hold Mayday tightly to your chest. She can’t understand the story at all, but she can tell it is about something spooky.

“She sat next to the corpse, and placed the flowers she had in his chest.”

“That’s so creepy,” Pavitr admitted, listening to Hobbie.

“The sun was almost gone, and the little girl had to go back home” As your punk friend continued with the story, Gwen, Miles, Pavitr, Mayday and you became sandwiched.

“She continued playing with the rotten fingers of the corpse. And suddenly… a branch cracked, startling her, but she remained still…” you gasped, feeling your heart beating faster.

Even the thunders seemed to have increased, adding more suspense and terror to your dismay.

“She slowly turned back to see.”

BANG!

“AHHHHHHHHH!” Everyone screamed. Even Hobie jumped to be in the safety of Pavitr’s arms.

Peter entered your living room through a portal.

“PETER B. PARKER, WHAT THE FUCK?” You yell at him.

“Don’t curse in front of my baby…” it’s the first thing he says, swiping some stuff from his gizmo.

“Where’s your costume?” Miles asks, making everyone realize the older man is in his suit… No pirate costume.

“Sorry, Miles. Actually, I’m here to ruin the party” Everyone looks at each other. You worry something wrong happened back at the HQ.

“Miguel wants us to go on a mission… Now” the complaints start. Including you.

After almost a year of being part of the Spider Society. You barely talked with Miguel O’Hara. To be honest, you actually thought he disapproved of you. The only reason why he accepted you was for the pressure of having Miles and everyone on his side after the events with The Spot.

“Bruv… Are you for real?” Hobie asks, sounding pissed. Even Mayday seems to frown in your arms.

“I know! I wanted to have some pictures with Mayday for her scrapbook” You swear Peter was about to cry out of complaining.

At the same time, the hologram of Miguel popped, immediately rolled his eyes at the sight of Peter being dramatic.

“Enough of that. We’re losing time and all of you are still dressed like clowns…” you frown.

Sometimes Miguel was so annoying. So, you tested him by disobeying him from time to time. Just because you felt some resentment towards him because he always seemed to dislike you.

“We’re dealing with a violent and big Green Goblin attacking Earth 36363. The time course is in the mid-1600s, so we have to act in disguise. There’s a village that is dealing with some witch trials, and the canon will be disturbed if they find out about the Goblin” everyone hears as they activate their suits.

You, on the other hand, grew worried. Folkloric lands sounded scary. And you knew witch trials weren’t only a show of the villagers to send innocent people to stake. Witches existed, and the old ones were the worst.

“Uh… Miguel? I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go…” you admit shyly, placing Mayday on your couch.

The man, in hologram form, finally turned to look at you. He must’ve been paying attention to your exaggerated makeup and crown.

“Do us a favor and do what you’re supposed to do, please.” you accept he’s looking deeply at you. Which makes you hesitate whether you are growing mad or nervous.

“Why are you so mean to me all the time?”

“I’m not mean. But you are the newest here and the laziest. As your mentor I-“

“Jessica is my mentor.” You interrupt him. Everyone grows quiet, and the tension is evident.

Miguel’s dark eyes seem to get even darker, probably his talons are out. But you don’t care.

“I’m not repeating myself, y/n. So, unless you want your gizmo gone, you’re gonna go to that earth and beat whatever is there besides the goblin.”

“If anything happens. I’m gonna blame you…” Hobie is smiling. He took a preference for you since you weren’t afraid to face Miguel when he tried to impose. And he recalls accepting to rejoin the society because you befriended him.

“Uh-huh…” Miguel shrugs, spitting sarcasm. And it makes your blood boil.

Gwen places a hand on your shoulder, and her eyes tell you to relax. So, you smile at her, accepting you’re obeying Miguel once again, and battling against the nervous feeling setting in your stomach.

“Okay. So… we’re out in a minute” Peter calls, placing his kid in his chest.

“Good. I’m monitoring with Jess…” and with that, Miguel’s hologram vanished. You roll your eyes.

“Asshole. Why doesn’t he go with Jess? He knew it was our free day” Pav, Miles and Hobie nod at your words.

“You said it. Miguel has changed but…” Peter started.

“Peter, he’s still an asshole. Especially with y/n” the blonde girl speaks, and you can’t help but feel slightly emotional. You were good… Why did he dislike you so much?

“He would be better if I was gone. He dislikes me for not being a spider. And probably he recruited me only because of your trust, especially Miles’s. After what happened…” the boy patted your shoulder.

“Hey, screw what Miguel thinks. You’re special… you’re one of us” his words cheer you up, so you smile brightly.

“Oh- I love you all so much…” Their giggles set you in a better mood. Even with the nervousness and dissolving anger.

With a brush of your hand, your usual suit appears, and you join the little circle to wait for Peter to open the portal.

“So… y/n, it’s gonna be fine, we’re sticking together no matter what. Okay, earth 36363, here we go…” you breathe, and once the portal is open, everyone starts walking in.

…

When you’re on the other side of the portal, the first thing you notice is that the sun is nearly gone. It’s a giant landscape of woods. With tall trees, lots of nature, and a river that can be heard but not seen.

“Everyone here?” Miles asks, counting you and the other to confirm to Peter. It was a protocol that when large groups assisted in missions, they had to ensure everyone landed and exited the visited earth safely.

“Yep, four teens, a young woman, an old man, and a stinky baby” Gwen calls, Mayday in her arms.

“Oh no, Mayday. Again?” Peter had been dealing with a stomach-sensitive Mayday, so he had to carry diapers everywhere.

“Here’s your daughter” everyone laughs, including the little girl.

And as Peter changed Mayday, everyone wandered around, searching for clues to the anomaly.

“Miguel said the goblin was hidden in the forest” the man reveals from a giant rock, where Mayday was laying. And certainly, she looked like a gift for a ritual, which unsettled you.

“Look… a baby rabbit” Pavitr cooed. You followed his eyes, landing on the grass trail in front of you.

Indeed, there was a baby rabbit, dark brown looking directly at your friends and you. That wasn’t a normal rabbit.

It was a woman, transformed into a rabbit.

You can’t be nervous. And you use Miguel and his words. you’re gonna go to that earth and beat whatever is there besides the goblin. Your eyes deepen as you look at the rabbit. Like protecting your friends and saying to that witch; back off bitch, these are my friends.

“That’s not a rabbit, Pav. It’s a witch…” you admit once the rabbit starts running into the woods. At the same time, all of your friends look at you confused.

“She was spying on us?” Hobie asks.

“Likely. Which makes me uncomfortable because What if she tells her coven and they attack us?” Peter finally is over with Mayday and soothes you.

“We’re here too. Besides, Aren't you a witch too?” He asks calmly.

“Yeah, but this kind of witches works with dark magic. They don’t fight, they don’t have to. Using dark magic makes them… powerful” you admit.

“And what do you use?” Miles asks.

“My instinct. I’m not ruled by any magic. Just me…”

“That’s enough for us, y/n. Don’t worry” Pavitr joins to soothe you.

It’s officially dark. The woods seem creepier, and every sound makes you uneasy. Your magical sparkles are the only light on the way.

Peter and you are going to the front. With the teens behind. Mayday is asleep. And there’s no sign of the Green Goblin.

Out of nowhere. You start hearing a woman sing in the distance. It wasn’t an actual song, it was just a humming, which made everything scarier.

“Are you hearing that?” You ask once the humming is even clearer.

“Hear what, y/n?” You won’t panic. But it’s getting harder.

“A woman, humming…”

“I can’t hear anything,” Hobie admits.

“They must know I’m here. Usually, they get rid of witches outside of their coven” you add, capturing everyone’s attention.

“How do you know?”

“In the 1600s, that’s how it worked. But I just know it, I felt a connection with the rabbit. But it felt wrong. So, what I’m hearing must be a warning or a way to distract me” You can’t help but curse Miguel. It was all his fault. And the worst part hadn’t started.

A high-pitched laugh was heard, startling everyone.

“Now I heard that,” Pav admits.

“That’s the goblin, we’re getting closer…” Maybe Peter wasn’t afraid of many things, but he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable on that earth. It had a sad and dark atmosphere. And before you, he didn’t believe in witches. But now…

The moment was stroked by some explosions. It sends everyone flying away. But all of your friends had spider senses, which made them slightly aware of what was coming.

You land in the grass, with dry branches pinching you in the arms. There’s a pitch in your ears that makes you so lost. And just as your eyes focus around, you see Miles and Hobie attacking the Green Goblin.

“We have to go, y/n” Pavitr and Peter scream, but you hear them so distantly.

You nod, and however you can, you start chasing the goblin with your friends.

This goblin is ugly and on the verge of being scary. His green wrinkled skin and red eyes look horrible in the dark. His flying board and orange bombs make him look like an actual Halloween villain.

“Block him, y/n” Gwen yells as she balances and swings through the tall trees.

You suddenly remember you can levítate and you have to end the anomaly. So, you do, you float and leave your friends behind. And as you chase the goblin, you hope to throw him away with your magic.

“Keep in line” Peter advises the spiders. The chase is longer than expected. And while you’re not tired, you’re growing impatient. Until you are fast enough to end up landing on the goblin’s flying board.

His claws threaten your face, but you are able to sneak behind him and throw him.

With your magic, you give him a giant punch in his face.

“WE GOT HIM!” Hobie yells. But as soon as you are about to handcuff him, the goblin throws another explosion.

And this time, you’re not knocked.

…

You know you’re conscious, but there’s only darkness. You don’t dare to run because you have a bad omen.

It was a spell. The witches wanted you down.

Not even the sounds of the woods seem to help. But you make an effort to calm yourself and breathe slowly. You really cursed these witches; you had tried hypnosis once and it was so exhausting. And these women hadn’t even shown their faces but were making you so uncomfortable and in panic.

And that’s when you finally see something, a goat. It’s grey, with deep eyes that look at you with so much curiosity. In folklore, the devil usually was a sheep. You really hate being there. Earth 36363 is cursed, you affirm.

The goat starts moving towards you, and as much as you are calmed, you are scared. So you move back, and there must’ve been a branch, cause you fell backwards. And the hypnosis was gone at all. You can see some of the woods, although it’s extremely dark to see clearly.

You push yourself upwards by the elbows, hoping to see the damn witches. You hear a distant laugh, it’s not like the one you heard from the Goblin. It’s a female voice. The dark silhouettes of women in a dress around you make you finally attack.

“Y/N!” You hear Miles screaming at you. That’s enough to end up confused as hell. The woods are clearer, and you are fighting beside your friends.

“What the fuck happened?” You yell. The boy and Hobie make some time to talk to you.

“We’re fighting the Goblin. What do you mean?” You wonder if you had been physically fighting the goblin but mentally you were fighting with a witch.

“I- don’t know” Peter, Pavitr, and Gwen are higher, away from you.

Making a new bomb of the goblin to send you Hobie and Miles even further away. This time, you know you have to be faster. So, you create a shield for you and your friends. Even when you end up on the ground, nobody is hurt.

“WITCH! AYE, A WITCH!” You frowned, and once you and your friends turned back, you were met with a large crowd of people with torches.

“Bloody hell…” Hobie curses. You learn that there were no more woods behind you, it was the entrance of a village.

“GET THAT WITCH!” And before you can even stand, two men are holding you, dragging ypu towards the crowd.

“NO. Y/N!” Pavitr and Hobie try to attack the villagers, but you are mentally immobilizing them.

“GO BACK WITH THE OTHERS AND TAKE DOWN THE GOBLIN. I’LL FIGURE THIS OUT. GO!” You yell desperately as the villagers celebrate and cheer because they got you.

“Oh, boy…” Pavitr worries, but they start going back with the others.

“Call Miguel…” Hobie suggests. And both know it’s the right thing to do.

…

Miguel gave one last bite to his beef and vegetable empanada. He savored the flavor of the broth and wanted to lick his fingers, but he resisted the urge. Instead, he wiped his mouth and returned to his office.

The sound of emergency made him pace faster, and he was confused when Jess was nowhere to be found, nor Lyla.

“Lyla!” He called her, but there was no answer. So, he ran to his desk and the screens.

Emergency call from Gwen’s gizmo.

Miguel sighed; he could already hear the complaints. Always calling for reinforcements when there was no necessity.

“MIGUEL!” Gwen sounded worried, and Peter could be heard fighting with the goblin.

“THIS PLACE IS CURSED. THE GOBLIN IS VERY STRONG. AND Y/N WAS TAKEN BY THE VILLAGERS” Miguel’s eyes widened. He thought it wouldn’t be as bad as it sounded.

“What?” He asked trying to sound calm, but he was feeling regretful already. As he remembered your words and how unsure you were of going.

“We need reinforcements. There are witches, they’re doing everything to finish y/n. You have to go and save her. The villagers will burn her.” Miguel couldn’t help but feel anxious as he listened to the teen.

It had been a long time since he went into panic mode for someone.

“Calm down. I’m coming with help. Send the exact coordinates” With that, he finished the connection.

Jess and Lyla appeared, talking like nothing.

“Where were you two?” Jess shrugs, looking at the wide man annoyed.

“Helping Lyla and Margo. What happened?”

“The mission is going bad. They can’t contain the anomaly and y/n was taken by villagers who saw her using her abilities” he explained, activating his mask and leaving the office in a hurry.

“I’ll send help myself too. Where are you going?” Jess replies.

“I already sent help. I'm going to save y/n.” The woman and the AI looked at the man until he disappeared through a portal.

“Save y/n? I thought he disliked her” Lyla giggles.

“Are you kidding? Y/n is Miguel’s crush. He’s in denial about his feelings for her.” Her jaw dropped at Lyla’s words.

“I wasn’t ready for that punch” Lyla rolled her eyes, finally leaving with the woman to help.

…

Escape? The villagers would hunt you and that would take more weight on your friends already fighting the goblin.

Leave to the HQ? You couldn’t leave your friends behind. Plus, you won’t give Miguel the satisfaction.

It’s a hard decision to make when the villagers are tightening your feet and arms. The curse you and some men spit. You want to attack them, but that would also go against your morals. Their ignorance wasn’t a reason to kill or attack them.

The reverend of the town is a young man, corrupted by power and corruption. He has the torch that would kill you.

“May thy town abolish the dark magic of this witch today. No more witches!” He yells lifting the torch. And you finally panic.

There’s anger, anxiety, and desperation as the reverend speaks. The coven of witches surrounding the town had to be very powerful and ancient. How they easily tricked you and made you feel scared. Soon, you fall and get captured.

But as much as you want to fight, these people are not the correct target.

“Last words? filthy witch.” The Reverend asks you, pointing the torch at you.

You sigh, thinking what your last words in case you didn’t make it and died. There are a lot of questions and doubts, but you opt to look at the dark sky.

Even the stars seem weird on the earth. Green stars and burned violet sky. And Spiderman-2099 with his bright red webs coming from the ceiling of a house.

“MIGUEL?” Your eyes widen, and somehow you can’t believe you’re seeing the man there. The reverend turns around to encounter the tall spider. Pointing at him in horror.

“DEMON! THE WITCH BROUGHT A DEMON!” At that point, you only roll your eyes.

“Jesus, I can’t stand these people” But you ignore when the reverend dropped the torch, setting the fire on your feet.

“Fuck…” you had to gasp. But luckily, Miguel landed on the little wooden stage set for you.

You can feel his eyes on you, even with his mask on. However, his regret is even more evident.

The villagers run and everything is chaos. Only the reverend and some random men stayed.

And with what probably was one of the first rifles in America, one of the men pointed at Miguel’s back.

‘Miguel. Watch out!” He listened and skillfully avoided the bullet. Then turned again to set you free.

“I’ll be fast,” he said. And with that, his talons ripped the tight in your hands. Which confirmed how sharp they were.

“Thanks.” Apparently, the reverend was losing patience, so he took the rifle and pointed it at Miguel again, but he failed again.

And the fire touched your feet, burning your soft skin as Miguel set you free.

Your scream caught everyone off guard. You fell to your knees, and the look you sent to the reverend and his men was enough to tell them you were totally pissed.

The anger flooded your body, and an expansive wave of your magic pushed everything away. Including some of the houses and trees surrounding the village.

“It’s time to go, kid,” Miguel said. But once he saw you couldn’t stand, he took you in his arms.

Even if you hate it, you end up crying because of the pain.

“It’s okay, y/n. I’m here, it’s over now.”

As Miguel took you in his arms, you realized something. It wasn’t only the physical pain. It was the whole trauma of being on that haunted earth.

…

“I wonder if this whole earth is cursed.” You think loudly looking at the stars once again.

“I doubt it. Okay, no. I’m not sure at all” Miguel admits.

He could have been faster with his webs, but he preferred to walk by the fields of chamomile to have you closer for a longer time.

Of course, he couldn’t dare to admit it.

“So…you think you were simultaneously fighting the goblin and the witches?” You nod, playing with your fingers.

“I guess so. It was so weird and scary. This kind of magic is dark, they use cruel things to scare you away.”

“What kind of magic do you use?” You are surprised, as this is the first time you have been talking with Miguel for real.

“I like to believe I don’t use anything. But I know it is chaos magic.”

“Powerful…” he admits.

“But also, dangerous. That’s why I regret…uh-” You suddenly quiet down, forgetting it’s Miguel O’Hara who you’re talking to.

“You don’t have to tell me…” he would never push you to anything. He barely knew you, even with all the confusing feelings.

“No, it’s okay. I-, discovered my abilities when I was an early teenager. I had two brothers, a baby, and a kid. My babies…” As Miguel carries you through the darkness, he sighs quietly, already sensing where your story is going.

“And I don’t what I did, I would never hurt them… It just happened. I disappeared them. They were gone…” your voice shatters slightly.

“My parents hate me. I haven’t seen him since then. I’m alone and I just- I just loved them so much. That it breaks my soul that I unintentionally killed them” the man stops. He places you so gently on a rock near the end of the fields.

After that, he kneels in front of you.

You know you shouldn’t have over-shared. But you don’t know what possessed you to spill everything with Miguel.

His masks disappear. And you can’t describe what kind of look he’s giving you. So, you avoid it.

“Look at me, y/n” his hands grab your chin, and slowly you rejoin to meet his eyes.

“I know how it feels. You know why” Of course you knew. Peter told you the details, but everyone knew. How he lost his daughter and how he blamed and that’s why he had changed so much.

“Even if you feel like that guilt will never stop chasing you. You have to keep going. For them…” you want to cry again so badly, but you refuse. Even your pulsating burned feet seem to hurt less.

“Why do I feel you tell me exactly what you refuse to do?” He can’t help but chuckle.

“Because you’re right…”

“No, Miguel. You’re so young and bright. You have to go out, meet new people, and be happy…” Nobody had said to him something like that in a long time.

“I’m not the most social person” This time you chuckle.

“Oh c’mmon, there must be someone you could hang out with.” He keeps quiet. Even when he's on his knees, you barely face him.

“What about Anya? Betty? Peter J?” You suggest to him some spider mates.

“What about you?” His question shocks you.

“Me?” You blush and thank the moon of the earth for not being too bright that night.

“Forget it. Sorry…” he replies, you know he’s embarrassed. So, you stop him from standing up.

“No, wait, Miguel. I would hang out with you. It’s just I never thought I was even contemplated as an option” he nods.

Just like he didn’t know why he was so careful and decided to talk about his trauma with you, he dint know what had possessed him to ask you out. Probably the witches, he thought.

“Well, you were the first option, actually.”

Both of you smile, and both of you know it. Slowly, he got closer, than you. And finally, inches away from each other face, waiting for a first kiss to happen.

“Are we interrupting?” Hobie’s voice makes you and Miguel turn. His mask comes on again, and he takes you in his arms again. Oh, you want to die out of embarrassment.

Miles and Gwen behind him seemed shocked.

“Did Pavitr and Peter take care of the anomaly?” The trio nods.

“Good. Gwen, open the portal, please” she does, and in seconds, you’re back home.

…

This time, you’re in a long grey tube skirt and black sweater, with a witch hat.

“Coming” again, Peter was late for the gathering. Even Jess, Margo, and Ben were in your place that night.

“Look who I brought…” Peter said smiling once you opened the door. Behind him, Miguel was also there. Your face blushes immediately.

Peter has gone inside your house to greet the others. But you stay on the porch with the taller man.

“You came.” Miguel nods scratching the back of his neck, probably embarrassed too.

“Peter insisted.” This time you nod.

“How’s your feet?”

“Better. I Can walk now…” you share, smiling.

Since the night on Earth 36363, since your almost kiss with Miguel and your almost day of death, you hadn’t seen him. It’s only been three days, but the awkwardness had settled.

“So…Did you mean everything you said the other night?” You ask, opting to break the ice.

“I did” he confirms to your surprise. Well, not surprised at all because you know he's a man of word.

“Te ves bien bonita” Miguel O’Hara saying you look pretty in random clothes and a witch hat at a Halloween gathering was so hard to believe.

“I- Thanks” he’s smiling. During the past three days, he slowly came to accept he had some feelings for you.

“Girl… Make a move already” Gwen yelled poking through the door with Margo. You turn to smile at them.

“Kiss him!” Miles screams from inside the place, with Mayday babbling too.

Miguel chuckles, finding the moment very silly. Especially because he knew you were embarrassed.

With your magic, you closed the door and turned to see Miguel again.

“Do you want to kiss me?” You ask him, shyly.

He rolls his eyes and leans to meet you in a kiss.

From inside the house, through the window, of course, everyone is looking at you and Miguel.

You can’t believe what’s happening. You haven’t even thought about the meaning of Miguel kissing you. You never thought about him in other way than just being your boss. But now, you like the butterflies he’s making you feel.

He has to almost kneel to meet your face and keep kissing you. And you find your way to hug his neck, making your witch hat fall.

“Even their outfits match” Peter points out. You had a black sweater, and Miguel had a grey one. You had a grey skirt, and Miguel had black pants.

“This is so weird…” Jess can’t believe it.

“Yes.” Everyone agrees.

Meanwhile, you were still kissing the man. You could easily end up falling in love with him.

…

Part two is coming.

[frary-us]

Love the tag & comments.👌😂

"@aethelreds: YES HE TRIED TO MURDER HIS WIFE (TWICE) BUT IT WAS JUST A BIT

@lord-aldhelm said: He brings that deranged energy, and makes it much more entertaining. He and Aethelwold, pure chaos. The show would be much more boring without those two clowns.

@aethelreds said: @lord-aldhelm I totally agree!! my deranged blond men <3"

i truly don't get people who hate aethelred, he's so fun and so bitchy and constantly begging with his baby blue eyes to get topped mercilessly. you are all so boring.

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

I know I was joking about my trip to the UK being like those stories of an autism stereotype, the 8-year-old white boy obsessed with trains, getting to go to a transit station and getting all excited. I said I'm like that but obviously with British comedians instead of trains.

That's what I said, but I have been in England about 24 hours now, and the main things I've taken pictures of have been trains.

It's so cool. We don't have transit like this in Canada. I love transit. I'd have more train pictures, but yesterday I was going around with someone and trying not to take pictures of too many mundane things. But I'm on a train on my own now, and I'm not even wearing headphones because I like the "mind the gap" announcement.

I mean, I have also got pictures of British comedians. Or at least, the stage of the small room where I saw Romesh Ranganathan, who's performed at the O2 before:

I'm pretty sure he was great. I'm not 100% sure because I spent the whole time being too excited about being in a physical room with him to process much that he said (that might not bode well for Kitson tonight). But I definitely had a great time.

Also, Sunday roast:

Fun fact, that thing on top, that is definitely bread and not pudding, is Yorkshire pudding.

Made a pilgrimage to the site of the greatest moments in comedy history, 2006-2022 (turns out it's also a very pretty park):

Also met a guy in person for the first time after meeting him on a comedy message board 2 years ago. All I was looking for when I sent him that first message were some comedy recordings. Now I'm staying in his spare room. Feels weird writing much about that because he reads this, but I'm pretty awkward about meeting people in person and yet that went well and he's awesome and so is his wife and cats.

Anyway, that was yesterday. I'm going around on my own today as my excellent hosts are working, and at the moment I'm not going anywhere whatsoever, because as Elis James and John Robins told us on the radio, Crystal Palace is not a tourist attraction.

Mind the gap. They really do say it every time.

[recurring-polynya]

Izakaya Kamenoya, Part 4

All right, it is time for the final article in my series on Izakaya Kamenoya, the bar all the shinigami drink at in filler episodes! Today, I will be making a valiant attempt to identify what kind of food items are available! Bleach is rather famous for portraying food as blobby lumps, so wish me luck!!

The history of izakaya is pretty interesting, but they basically evolved out of sake shops that started serving food to attract customers and also to entice them to hang out (and keep spending money). They tend to serve small plates, which are shared. This can span a really wide range, though, from just a few basic bar snacks, up to a fancy restaurant. Izakaya Kamenoya tends towards the more full-service. According to the article I linked above, people didn't do a lot of cooking at home in the Edo era--they cooked rice at home and purchased pickles and other simmered goods to top it with. This fits right into the Seireitei to me--shinigami have demanding jobs and disposable income (at least moreso than Rukongai folks), so they love to eat out.

Check out this Ladies' Night Spread, for example:

That looks like two big platters of sashimi in the middle to me, and that's clearly tamagoyaki (rolled omelet) on the far right.

The episode very kindly gave us this close-up of Assorted Meat Skewers.

I am not quite sure what the brown slabs served over lettuce are...tonkatsu (breaded pork cutlets), perhaps?

In this shot you can also see some little fish. This looks similar to a picture I found of eihire (grilled stingray fins, served with mayonnaise), so I am assuming this is a something similar.

Boys' Night Out is going to be less fancy, because the boys in question are broke, but it's generally the same stuff-- sashimi, tamagoyaki, skewers, BUT they also have this cool table-top grill! It's called a shichirin, apparently, and is often used to grill yakitori, which it looks like exactly what they're doing. I feel strongly that this is a thing Iba is super into. Like, you go out drinking with Iba, you know he's getting the shichirin. The fact that shichirin translates to "seven wheels", cements this even harder into my heart: it is both grilling (manly!) and a reference to Squad Seven, what is not to love?

How about captains? Ukitake and Kyouraku seem like a pair of guys who enjoy a good meal.

LET'S TALK ABOUT THAT FISH.

So. Um. Well, it looked to me like it was a fish that had been made into sashimi and then the sashimi was sort of arranged over the skeleton of the fish, with the head in tact (If you are not able to tell how I was able to discern that from this potato-quality screenshot, it's fine, I'm not so sure either). Anyway, I looked that up to see if it was a thing and it sure is! It's called ikizukuri and you do it while the fish is still alive. Today, it's a controversial practice, but Soul Society be Soul Societin'!

In less upsetting news, it looks like they each have a little cup of chawanmushi (egg custard with savory mix-ins, like mushrooms or shrimp). Also, lots of skewers and bowl of colors (pickles maybe?)

I also have this shot from Kyouraku and Amagai's first venture, but I can't tell what anything is:

Clearly a less impressive spread, but they only just got there, so maybe there's more to come. Croquettes in the middle perhaps? I would guess that those little square cups are matcha pudding but Kyouraku hates matcha. The smaller plate kinda looks like more skewers, but it also seems to small to be skewers.

Moving on the other end of the price scale, what does the Extra Value Menu at Kamenoya look like? I'm sure Hisagi and Kira know!

The anime did not give much help here. It looks like they have more of those ?tonkatsu?. Kira's got a plate of...sliced cucumbers maybe? The beige lump in the middle has some colored specks in it, so I'm guessing a fried rice of some sort.

As a final note, I love these little blue cups of orange bulbs that Kira's emotional support team is enjoying here (also more tamagoyaki). They seem like they should be easily identifiable, but they don't look like anything in the two dozen "things to eat at an izakaya" articles I read for this. Is it a fruit? Is it chestnuts? If you have an idea (or you can identify anything else that I couldn't) please let me know!

earlier posts in this series: (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

[primeofprimes115]

Hoodie - Supergirl x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut 💕(Missionary and Male to Female Oral)

18+

Requested by ab1nsur

"I think you should dress like that from now on when it's just us"

"You think I look sexy wearing your hoodie with my outfit underneath?"

Link to art: https://www.deviantart.com/jmascia/art/Hoodie-Supergirl-501570182

A yawn came from the bedroom as the morning sun shined on through the curtains onto the king-sized bed that was shared between two people that lived under the shared roof.

Y/N yawned as his eyes began to open a little more, his arm drifted toward his right, knowing he would feel "her" sleeping beside him, but... He felt nothing, just the cover on the matrass and the feeling of the soft bedsheets on his hand.

He looked narrowly toward that same side, knowing it was rather odd for him to not wake up beside the love of his life who he began dating months ago, heck it's almost been a year since they began dating before they got intimate, sharing their feelings for each other, whether that be during their job or not.

Their job? Protecting the innocent of course! Keeping Earth safe from any who wish to harm its people. Earth was his home too, a "home away from home" according to his refugee mother, he always was reminded that he was pretty lucky to be born after his mother escaped the hell-scape of a war-torn planet she lived on.

That was years ago, Y/N was now 19 years old, living in his shared home with the one person he fell in love with, he had met her during their hero work of course, his technology is what interested her since she was a huge fan over tech, especially the technology of her own people, the Kryptonians.

He loves her for who she is, just a cheery, sassy and out most beautiful blonde girl and they were friends since 16 years old before dating at the age of 18 after confessing their feelings for each other, for it was a "good luck" kiss that made him realize she liked him and has for a while. After all... He has been by her side all this time, defending her from any who badmouth her, that did include civilians who once blamed her for destruction of property, saying what ever she touched, would be destroyed... Thankfully that was dealt with ages ago, other wise those humans probably wouldn't be alive due to a certain boy at the time.

He gets out of the bed with a yawn, grabbing a t-shirt he took off the from last night and pulled it over his head, stretching out his arms as he puts the short sleeves on while walking toward the shared bathroom to brush his teeth, he cared not for a shower at this minute since he smelled something cooking out from the bedroom.

Meanwhile, a humming blonde girl is seen making breakfast for herself and her seemingly now awakened boyfriend, she heard him quietly yawn thanks to her super hearing and also hearing the tap running in the bathroom also.

The smell of what is called the Great British Fry-Up, consisting of bacon, fried eggs, sausages, black pudding and toasted buttered bread on the side, most of it was on a plate for herself and her boyfriend as she was just cooking the fried eggs which were almost ready.

She then heard her boyfriend walking in, without the need of her X-ray vision, she began smirking since she was wearing something that belonged to him, over what she wears out there as her heroic self, the blue crop top and red panties instead of her blue skirt with the yellow belt, yellow outlines on her top with a shield glyph in the middle donning an S, which was her family glyph.

The whole world knew her as the Heroine: Supergirl, but her close family and friends knew her as Kara Zor-El and her alter-ego in the public also: Linda Lang, the niece of Lana Lang.

Lana Lang, Kara Zor-El, Supergirl... They're same person, only two is an alien refugee while being a Superhero, while the other is hiding in plain sight as a normal Human girl, blending into society.

"Morning Ba -" her boyfriend stopped for a moment as he took in what he saw, she was wearing one of his hoodies; in fact it was one of his favorite ones he usually wears out in public, under his "secret identity", he began chuckling at the sight as she smiled after looking back at him.

"Morning handsome" she spoke to her soulmate with a huge smile before she let out a little giggle, he walked closer to her as she focused on making the last few eggs on the frying pan.

"I thought I smelled something, don't need super senses to tell me what you're making, not like I have any anyway ~" he hugged her from behind, placing his lips on her cheek as he watched her cook - "Wearing one of my hoodies now huh?" he asked her as his hands travelled around her hips to the point he could feel her skin under the hoodie, knowing very well she was wearing her Supergirl crop top underneath.

"Yep, and I think it looks damn good on me" she chuckled, her eyes still on the pan.

"You're right about that... It makes you look pretty sexy, you should dress like this from now on when it's just us" he suggested, his hands drifting down a little lower from her stomach to just about her panties, teasing her a little as she slightly purrs at his touch.

"You think I look sexy wearing your hoodie with my outfit underneath?" she cooed with a smirk as she just finished frying the eggs on the pan, scooping them up not long after to gently place them on her plate and his afterwards.

She took the time to turn her body round to face him before planting a kiss on his lips for a few short seconds.

"Yeah, makes you look hot" he spoke into her lips, pulling back as his girlfriend simply smiled.

"Breakfast is ready honey" she gestured to the plates, waiting to be picked up.

"I love you babe, and I gotta say? You're getting better at cooking" he complimented, before unwrapping his arms around her to pick up his plate.

"Love you too, and yeah. You can thank Megan for that, she taught me how to cook better when I was hanging around with her and the Titans" she replied with a smile, also picking up her plate and walking over to the kitchen table where the both sat.

"Miss Martian? That makes sense" he spoke as Kara shot out her heat vision at his food to heat it back up, along with hers.

"Alright, I wanna know how well I've cooked this time around, so..." she smiled as the two dug in...

*

"Okay, that was actually really nice Kara, best breakfast hands down"

"Aww, thanks honey" she was simply overjoyed by her boyfriend's reaction to the breakfast she made, their plates were from full to empty.

"It's nice for you to cook for a change, knowing you told me the last time you ever cooked, you burned something that was cooking in the stove/oven and overcooked something else after that" he spoke as the both began to chuckle.

"Yeah, honestly I just wanted to surprise you since our anniversary is coming up, we've been together for almost a year now, thought I'd show you what I've learnt recently ~" she winked - "Also, there's still some leftovers if you want them, cooked extra incase if you were hungry" she added.

"Hmm ~" he thought, he was in fact hungry but the more he thought about it, he became hungry for something else... He was hungry for her - "Well... I am hungry for something else" he began to smirk as she raised an eyebrow.

"And what exactly are you hungry for?" she chuckled, smiling a little while also looking slightly confused, what else would he be hungry for?

"Well... I'm looking at it right now" he replied, not taking his eyes off of her as her eyes widened before a huge grin grew on her face, knowing exactly what he meant with being hungry for her.

"If that's the case..." she spoke in an alluring tone of voice, standing up from her seat as he did the same.

The two walked up to each other before their bodies made contact, their lips crashed onto each other as they began making out.

Her hands explored his body, she knew he didn't go for a shower but that didn't matter right now, all she wanted was for him to have her since he was hungry for her.

She began pulling at his shirt, hinting at him to take it off as he did so, she purred upon seeing his body once more which she fantasizes over, she used to have wet dreams about his body, how it made her purr, turning her on in ways she never thought possible but thankfully she had a much more better control of her powers... Except when it came to the finale of sex with him, they both knew the amount of stuff that got destroyed in their time spent together when things turned sexual. Sometimes she just needed him so she could just feel relaxed after a hard day, she couldn't help it and neither could he.

Everything was amazing about her, he loved that she uses her powers at times, how the last time they done it in the sky, he always thought back to that time and remembered she wanted to do it on Mount Everest though he feared they could probably destroy the mountain after a good time.

Their tongues danced as their hands explored each others bodies, Kara was tempted to take the hoodie off but he insisted her to keep it on, even the crop top underneath so he knows he's fucking the Girl of Steel.

Next thing is... Y/N had her pinned to the wall, allowing him to take control as his stray hand slipped down her pants to the part that made her squirm and beg for more, his fingers teasing her clitoris as he slowly done circles around it, warming her up.

In a sense, Supergirl is invulnerable to mostly everything on Earth, except magic based sources and but of all: Kryptonite and its many variations... Well, excluding Blue Kryptonite.

She's bulletproof, not a single human being can harm her normally, she's faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, can leap tall buildings in a single bound let alone be able to defy gravity and fly, even out of Earth's atmosphere and fly around in the vast of space... But she's very vulnerable to a single mortal being's touch? That being her boyfriend's touch?? He maybe half alien but he's also half human and considers himself as a human.

"Oh fuck you're making me wet" she purred as she bit her lip, feeling two of his fingers entering her as he went for her neck, pecking and biting it to give her a hickey, marking her as his and only his.

She moans softly as her body began to squirm a little more, her breaths getting shaky before she forced him to look at her and began making out with him again, while being pinned to the wall behind her.

His fingers soon exit out of her, dragging his hand out from her panties as he pulls back to breath after a long minute make out session.

The hoodie wearing Girl of Steel simply smirked before wrapping her arms around him and speeding them both to the bedroom, where things would continue on in there.

She had already took off her red panties, dropping them to the floor before laying on her back on the messy bedsheets, stretching her legs outwards to invite him in.

She began playing with herself in front of him as the bump in his pants began to grow, but he didn't want to fuck her right at this minute, he wanted to do something else to her vagina.

He lowered himself down onto her, his face coming close to her clit, she began to gasp before letting out a fit of arousing giggles which soon turned into moans upon his tongue licking her clitoris.

She looked at him, her hand at the back of his head as she used one elbow to support herself on the bed to get a better look at his work on her, his tongue teasing her entrance as he continued to warm her up.

Her moans escaped with ecstasy, her gaping mouth as she moans in pleasure, feeling his tongue go inside her as he flicked it round.

"Ahhh yeah" she moans softly, rocking her head back as her eyes roll up.

She was right about one thing... Only one person on Earth could make her vulnerable without the need of magic or Kryptonite, it was her boyfriend, his touch alone is enough to make her like this... Especially when she's this aroused.

Her moans increased as his tongue continued to warm her up to the point she began playing with her clitoris, rubbing it as he continued flicking his tongue.

She felt herself coming to orgasm the more she worked herself up with him eating her out, she really wanted to orgasm so badly, it had only been a month since she last orgasmed.

Her hopes to orgasm came to an end for a few seconds as he pulled his tongue out, getting up by pulling down his boxers next.

Before she could even pout, she felt his manhood enter her as she let out a surprised gasp, beginning to thrust into her deeply, her wet vaginal walls had lubed his shaft as he thrusted deeply a few more times before continuing at a normal pace.

"Oh Rao, fuck yes Y/N! Right fucking deep in there" she cursed with a huge grin on her face, a fit of aroused laughter escaping her mouth as he passionately thrusted into her.

He began to grope her breasts through her outfit's crop top, glancing down at the S on her top as he began to smile, letting out a moan as her walls began to close on his penis, he had already eaten her out and it satisfied him, now with this? He was satisfied even more, hearing her moans as he continued thrusting into her tight pussy.

"Oh F-FUCK! I'm c-cumming!!" she cursed out which began loudly before it tuned down as she felt herself beginning to orgasm, moaning loudly as she did so, the orgasm was pretty powerful enough to make the room shake a little.

She kept her eyes on him, not breaking eye contact as she continued climaxing as he slowed down his thrusts, he began groaning a little as he slowed down, allowing her to finish her orgasm... But he didn't stop there.

"Y'know? ~" he began smirking - "You may have finished... But I haven't" he chuckles as a huge grin creeped up on her face, an excited laugh escaping her throat as he began to speed up his thrusts.

Wet noises began sounding off due to Kara's orgasm with her boyfriend's manhood still inside her pussy, easily slipping in and out of her with precision.

Her moans continued with his noisy thrusts overlapping her moans, her pussy filled with her own juices began leaking out a little upon him pulling back his shaft to go deeper in her each thrust.

He couldn't keep his eyes off of her baby blues, he leaned down with a fiery kiss on her lips afterwards, thrusting his hips into her as his thighs began smacking off of her.

The two lovebirds moaned into each other's mouths, her moans increasing louder the more he kept going, getting rough with his thrusts... Just the way she loved it.

He grabs Kara's arms and pins them to the bed, asserting his dominance, although the Maiden of Might could easily break out of his grip, she simply couldn't because of how vulnerable she was right now, and she was living the dream.

"Keep going! Oh fucking Rao, fuck me like there's no tomorrow! rougher!! Faster!!!" she demanded with a growl, grinding her teeth as her cheeks turned a bright red, enjoying the feeling of him beginning to thrust rougher in her, laughing in pleasure as she kept her eyes on him, not breaking eye contact.

She loved the way he makes her vulnerable, the way he pins her down and fucks her, she always thinks about the way he fucks her in any position when she wears his hoodies, t-shirts and vests when he's not around.

And now? She's getting fucked while wearing his hoodie over her Supergirl crop top.

Her legs wrap around his back, she could feel his cock beginning to twitch more inside her as he kept his rough and fast thrusts going, wet noises escaping her pussy.

From her move, the feeling of her legs wrapping around his back, he could tell she wanted him to finish inside of her, despite the fact she can't necessarily get pregnant easily, a procedure would have to be done for that.

He kept thrusting as he began to feel his cock twitching more, which meant one thing - "Fuck, Kara. I'm gonna -"

"Do it! I want it all in me" she quickly interrupted with a moan, grinning knowing he didn't exactly have a choice to orgasm out of her with her legs wrapped around his back.

"Mmmmph, ughhhh" a groan escaped from him while she moaned loudly, feeling him deeply thrusting in her a few more times before releasing, his body on top of her as he dug his face into the crook of her neck with him draining all of his juices that built up in him, into her.

He lifted his face up with a satisfied sigh while looking into Kara's baby blues once more and kissing her deeply, thrusting his cock a little more into her to finish off.

They both settled down after a minute passes, Kara giggles as she heard a pop sound upon his penis exiting her pussy before her boyfriend laid down next to her.

She shifted herself to him by lying her head on his chest, smiling with satisfaction - "Now that's one way to start the morning after breakfast" she broke the silence with a satisfied sigh.

"Well ~" he began, Kara looked up at him from his chest - "You deserve it after making a good breakfast for both of us ~" he complimented, gently tapping her on the nose - "Boop"

"You're freaking cute at times, y'know that?" she began giggling, booping his nose back too.

"Says you ~" he scoffed - "You're the cutest person I've ever met, especially since your wearing my hoodie, cutie" he smiled.

"Aww, thanks honey" a blush arose up her cheeks, smiling ear to ear.

"No problem babe ~" he kissed her forehead - "It's the truth" he pecked her on the forehead once more as the two unknowingly stared at each other lovingly, getting lost into each other's eyes.

Her smile alone would give him butterflies in his stomach, it was a smile that would make a bad day turn good within a second, she radiated that sunshine of goodness and that's all he ever wanted.

He makes her feel the same way, both energetic at times who finishes each other's sentences, always a great team together.

"Well, I'm gonna get a shower -"

"Wanna join me? Yeah, I'll join" she interrupted, knowing what he was going to ask before both began erupting in a fit of laughter.

"Ugh I love it when you do that" he laughed, kissing her on the lips.

"Two minds, think alike, am I right?" she asked.

"Yeah, we both do think alike, and y'know what? After the shower, you better keep the hoodie on, I love the fact you've been wearing it" he smiled as the two began kissing again...

[nerdbarbie]

Hii just reading about Buffy is so fun (coincidentally both of ours are children of divorce?? Omg?? She’s with her mom though)

I have a couple questions about your Buffy!! What’s Buffy’s favorite movie?? Or comic?? Or any nerd paraphernalia :3

fav foods? Least fav? oh and any fun facts!

CHILD OF DIVORCE BESTIES REAL . buffy vc what's ur mom like. do u think she'd like tall stage hand guys. my dad's so lonely-

Buffys a huge fan of Wonder Woman: Amazonia bc she's an academic little dweeb and really likes alternate history stories! Second Genesis is also a favorite of hers. She really likes stories that especially focus on how Diana is often torn between two worlds, wanting to be true to her Amazonian nature but also her role as an ambassador to humans. It makes Buffy feel very seen and she compares it to her own frustrations a lot!

She tells her cheer friends her favorite movies are Clueless and Can't Buy Me Love. She tells the boys her favorites are Batman Returns and Turtles: The Original Movie. She tells neither group of her love for The Crow, Tank Girl and The Craft.

Her favorites shows are Wonder Woman, Sabrina the Teenage Witch and Buffy the Vampire Slayer!

She has an issue of Wonder Woman signed by Lynda Carter, courtesy of her dad from a show he was working on

Her favorite food to cook is roast chicken over veggies, but her favorite to eat is pasta with homemade sauce ( preferably vodka sauce ) and crusty bread. She hates pudding and anything with an overly "gloopy" texture and she likes the taste of things like Cheetos, but hates the sensation of dust all over her fingers so she rarely eats them.

FUN FACTZ

She's anemic and has a tendency to shove her death cold hands up her friends' shirts to scare them ( and siphon heat )

Chronic black head popper. Unfortunately. Her skin is usually clear, so she harasses the boys into letting her go at them with a comodone extractor

She's a flyer on her cheer squad and actually writes a lot of the cheers, but especially the taunts and battle cheers. It's a good outlet for her to get out her negative emotions

She's kind of a doormat and it's ironically being friends with the boys that starts to remedy that for her, in a way. Yes, they can be shitty, but they also make her feel more comfortable in her own interests and sometimes they're SO intolerable that she HAS to snap at them. This also leads to her standing up to her cheer friends more!

At the start of the story, she's dating Mitch ( one of the guys that yeeted the boys out of the theater, also a football player in this ) as part of a set up with two other cheerleaders, Brittany and Britney. She's not really into him. He's not really into her. They eventually break it off when they realize this because they'd been protecting each other's feelings the whole time.

Certified Parent Charmer. If any of her friends are ever worried that their parents will say no to them, send in the Buffy. She'll butter em up into saying yes.

Loves slumber parties, they're her favorite activity ever. She gets pizza money from her dad, bakes cookies, decorates, she really goes all out

Smells like you just walked into a Victoria's Secret. Fruity, lightly floral, sweet. Overall very nice

She gets her license at 17 and saves up to buy a red pick up truck with a bench seat. It's practically a death trap, but it's her baby and she loves driving people around in it. She named it Lady Macbeth!

She's incredibly smart and a straight A student. She lets people assume she's dumb because she's pretty and a cheerleader, but she's really not! She's genuinely very passionate about her academics.

[the-moral-of-the-rose]

The collection of Blythe children's favourite desserts:

Jem: gingerbread with whipped cream, muffins, apple crunch pie:

"Gingerbread and whipped cream was Jem's favourite dessert. But tonight it had no charm to soothe his stormy soul." (Anne of Igleside).

"And Little Jem shall have his favourite muffins for breakfast." (Anne of Ingleside).

"And Bertie had to go home that day without getting a piece of a wonderful concoction Susan called "apple crunch pie" and made regularly for the two boys and their pals." (Anne of Ingleside)

Walter: Queen pudding, monkey-faced cookies

"Drat her hide," muttered Susan as she went out for the dessert...Walter's favourite Queen pudding." (Anne of Ingleside).

"Susan had whisked on a fire, got him a hot cup of milk, a slice of golden-brown toast and a big plateful of his favourite "monkey face" cookies" (Anne of Ingleside).

Di: chocolate, pie*

"Di had et his chocolate rabbit that forenoon though she knew it was his rabbit." (Anne of Ingleside).

"Can we have a roast chicken, Susan...with lots of stuffing? And pie. You don't know how that poor child longs to taste pie. They never have pies...her stepmother is too mean." (Anne of Ingleside).

Nan: fruit puffs, cookies*

"But now the pretty things...her share of them anyhow...would belong to Cassie Thomas. Cassie Thomas would take her part as fairy queen in the forthcoming Sunday School concert and wear her dazzling band of tinsel. How Nan had looked forward to that! Susan would make fruit puffs for Cassie Thomas and Pussywillow would purr for her." (Anne of Ingleside).

"The cookies...cut in the shape of roosters and ducks...were surprisingly good and fairly melted in your mouth.[...]perhaps some day she would go and see Thomasine Fair again and get some more of those nice cookies." (Anne of Ingleside)

Shirley: bread and jam, maple sugar buns*

"Shirley, if you haven't got that new magazine all sticky with jam!" (Anne of Ingleside).

"Susan had waited for the evening coolness to do the family baking...but maple sugar buns, like all else, were just vanity." (Anne of Ingleside).

Rilla: "Gold-and-silver cake", maple sugar buns

"Alas, when dinner time came the cake, done to a turn, filled and iced, was sitting triumphantly on the kitchen table. It was a favourite cake of Rilla's..."Gold-and-silver cake" did sound so luxuriant..." (Anne of Ingleside).

*Sadly, nothing was said about Di and Shirley's favourite desserts. "Maple sugar buns" were mentioned in Rilla's chapter as "a family favourite", so I suppose Shirley loved them too. I chose fruit puffs for Nan's favourite dessert, because it was among the things she loved and thought she'd have to give away to Cassie Thomas. And Di stole Jem's chocolate rabbit... also, she was her father's (who was the biggest fan of pies!) child, so loving pies might have run in her blood... (especially since it was the one dessert she requested for Delilah's visit).

If you remember any other desserts the kids loved, feel free to add them here!

@pinkenamelheart's post about Gilbert being the pie-fan inspired!

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kit's tbosas notes (ch. 6-10)

here are my notes from reading chapters 6-10 of tbosas <3 this includes quotes I particularly picked out/thoughts as I read! if you want to discuss anything, pls send any thoughts!

part one

masterlist

CHAPTER 6

"Besides the poor thing is already attached to me." (Pg. 76) - CORYO! This is him talking to Sejanus when Sejanus mentions trading tributes. This is a crazy thing to say.

I just wrote down that Sejanus' eyes fill with tears in this scene and it made me feel sad.

"It's built into us as human beings...," (Pg. 76) - Sejanus about protecting children. So it's just really blatant (it was already but this strengthens it) how different Sejanus views the world in comparison to Coryo, but like there are definitely moments Coryo's thoughts align to Sejanus' ideals? Hm.

Bread Pudding was one of Coryo's fav foods.

"your own father used to say those people only drank water because it didn't rain blood," (Pg. 77) - That's fucking wild. Ouch! Grandma'am to Coriolanus, here.

Crispus Demigloss - History Professor

"With the exception of Livia Cardew who made it clear she thought he had cheated and should be dismissed as a mentor immediately..." (Pg. 79) - Livia just has a bone to pick with Coryo, I can't believe he marries her like I get it but god, she's annoying.

Festus is in Coryo's inner circle 'since birth.'

"Always so loud, always socking people..." (Pg. 82) - this is about Arachne and I just thought it was funny.

I really loved the classroom scenes and seeing more of the other mentors/Coriolanus' peers, I think that would've been helpful in the film in terms of understanding the type of environment Coriolanus is in since he's known them all pretty much his whole life.

"He wanted to reach out and touch her face, to tell her that things were going to be all right," (Pg. 86) - Coriolanus about Lucy Gray.

Lucy Gray says she had two older siblings! She also tears up when talking and says bread pudding is also her favorite. Something I've had in my mind as I read is how genuine Lucy Gray is being, like...I feel as though she really is a bit of a mystery? I think she finds Coriolanus amusing at this point but also leans into the fact that he's the only one that can truly help her in this scenario? So she's using that to her advantage as well? Idk, someone talk to me on that hgdghd

'"Married?'" "'Why? Are you asking?...Because I think this could work.'" (Pg. 86) - GOD THIS KILLED ME, their flirting in the book is honestly so much better. Tom and Rachel have the chemistry to pull it off in the film, but some of this dialogue is way too good, I wish they kept this exchange closer to the book. Also he blushes.

Coriolanus ignores her flirting which is hilarious.

Coriolanus refers to Lucy Gray as 'my girl,' in the discussion to Gaul and the class. (Pg. 92)

"He was tougher than he looked, Sejanus Plinth," (Pg. 93) - I believe Coryo thinks this after Sejanus is basically talking back to Gaul about the inhumanity of things and here's this rare moment of Coriolanus admiring him.

"He was no common citizen -- he was a mentor!" (Pg. 95) - funny coryo, just this little bit of a role and superiority is already getting to his head.

"He gave a wink and a wave of the hand, " (pg. 95) - Coryo does this to get a little boy to come over and give food to Lucy Gray. Found it endearing and hilarious.

Mother of Pearl handled knife is what Arachne has (and is killed with?) what does mother of pearl symbolize hmmmm

CHAPTER 7

"He remembered the cameras streaming live to the Capitol audience," (Pg. 100) - this is at the moment of Arachne's death and wow. This part and Coriolanus' attempt at helping comes off so much more heartless here than compared to the film. In the film, it just feels like it's his instinct to help, but here he is actively thinking about how he's gonna be seen and how he doesn't want to be seen as weak for being terrified and staying back.

Coryo walks Clemmie home after this all :(

"That's how it was with him: The wash of blood, the whiz of bullets, the screams in the crowd all caused flashbacks to the worst moments of his childhood. Rebel boots pounding through the streets, he and the Grandma'am pinned down by gunfire, dying bodies twitching around them...his mother on the bloodstained bed...the stampedes during the food riots...the smashed faces, the moaning people...," (Pg. 101) - this entire section is crazy and really adds so much weight in the context of scene, why he handles it the way he does. Feel like it's this type of stuff that makes it so easy to connect him to Katniss. Idk, I feel like this passage is insanely important in understanding his trauma and that's been clear before this but wow.

Man he HATES Livia.

"near scalding water...," (Pg. 103) - hot shower Coryo to deal with anxiety, same!

"A painful sobbing made his chest ache, but then it passed, and he wasn't sure if it had to do with sorrow over her death or unhappiness over his own difficulties," (Pg. 103) - ouch! I think it's both reasonings, but even Coriolanus is unaware of his actual feelings.

"He felt strangely detached from the action, as if all his emotional reserve had been depleted by his brief outburst in the shower," (Pg. 105) - his handling of Arachne's death really shows how desensitized he is. He can't handle his more overwhelming feelings well.

Hippocrata Lunt - School Counselor

"In rhetoric class, she'd once attributed his inability to decipher the deeper meaning of a poem to the fact that he was too self-absorbed. The irony, coming from Livia, of all people!....Coriolanus to the rescue, Livia to the nearest exit," (Pg. 105) - funny Coryo but also this feels like a slight foreshadow as to how Coriolanus interprets Lucy Gray's songs?????

"It seemed pretty cold to scratch her name off the list like that," (Pg. 108) - am glad you have this moral view Coryo.

I really like Clemmie & Coriolanus' friendship, I wish we got more in the film. She's so nice to him :(

Also they nailed how the snakes look in the film, like that is OFF THE PAGE

"Hello there," (Pg. 110) - funny coryo

Interesting that Coryo puts his hand in first in the book! Also little to no hesitation! Huh.

CHAPTER 8

"Pus dyed bright pink, yellow, and blue dripped down her fingers," (Pg. 114) - That's cool tbh, wish they did this in the movie!

Coryo barely thinking of Clemmie right after the bite is a little funny.

I think Coriolanus learns about never lying from Dr. Gaul (like later once he's being mentored by her)

"Ghoulish section of the lab where the glass cases housed humans with animal parts grafted to their bodies," (Pg. 115) - I kinda wish this was more included in the film, there's so many grotesque things Suzanne describes that are so cruel and I wish they had the balls to include them in the film(s) because...wow.

Coryo dropped to the curb after getting out of the lab :(

"It was like the Hunger Games. Only they weren't district kids," (Pg. 116) - SUZANNEEEE THE IRONY THIS IS FUCKING INSANE, this is Coryo about how his classmates are getting hurt/dying and I just. The layers in this small statement are crazy.

Coryo pockets the hospital crackers.

He goes to the hospital for Clemmie, but I can't tell if it is out of his guilt or own kindness over Clemmie? Like it feels definitely like a mix, but he's also deeply overthinking about being blamed.

"Afraid of Dr. Gaul. Afraid of the Capitol. Afraid of everything," (Pg. 116) - see stuff like this is where you can come back to the base idea that Coriolanus is a product of his environment. He is just a kid too. I was taken aback a little over the afraid of the Capitol line. I'm coming to understand that when Coryo is experiencing more overwhelming emotions, he's somehow more...moral? At least right now. He feels the most 'normal.' I don't know there's a lot to say on this quote but this is what I have rn.

The only person he wants to talk to about what happened is Lucy Gray.

Pg. 120 is very interesting. He's with Lucy Gray, he's apologizing for the situation she's in, wishing he was like Sejanus, worrying that she's hating him. I'm conflicted, like does he mean this? I think he does because of the emotional state he's in, i'm just always questioning him fdkghdj. Lucy gray tells him not to quit, but obviously that's stemming more from her need of him to survive this, I assume?

"'You matter to me,' he insisted. The Capitol may not value her, but he did. Hadn't he just poured his heart out to her?" (Pg. 122) - Coryo has a sense of entitlement here, like what I'm gathering is he does mean those words towards her, but he's almost expecting something in return?

And with that above in this section Lucy Gray is described as seeming distant. She's not giving in to his admission? Idk, this whole part was odd!

Grades or Glory, Coryo they go hand in hand for you.

"Usually he avoided Persephone altogether, because he could never help wondering if she had known the ingredients of her wartime stew," (Pg. 123) - funny coryo

CHAPTER 9

"'Snow lands on top,' he said with so little conviction they had to laugh. It made him feel a bit more normal," (Pg. 126) - oh! Coryo and Tigris :(

He only starts to eat his food because it would please Tigris :(

Grandma'am pokes Coryo in the ribs while he practices singing for Arachne's funeral. Literally leaves bruises.

"'Tigris? I just remembered, I can't really sing.'" - (Pg. 127) - FUNNY FUCKING CORYO

"Coriolanus thought it was quite a display for Arachne, disproportionate to both her life and death, the latter of which could have been avoided if she'd refrained from being such an exhibitionist," (Pg. 128) - this really shouldn't of been funny but I did laugh.

Brandy's body on a crane is absolutely wild and again, should've been in the film! idc how dark it is, it gives such a direct message.

"He tried to imagine conducting himself under those circumstances, until he realized this was undoubtedly what Sejanus was doing, and snapped out of it," (Pg. 130) - that's crazy. Also this is the first Sejanus mention in a bit and it being this is so funny and also extremely perceptive of Coryo. He understands Sejanus through the general lens of 'empathetic, passionate but weak through that,' way.

"Maybe her gravestone could read, 'Casualty of Cheap Laughs,'" (Pg. 130) - CORYO

"Several people took the pained look on Coriolanus' face as sorrow at Arachne's death, when ironically, he felt like killing her all over again," (Pg. 131) - CORYO!!!!!!! That's actually really insane of him.

"'I hear we're having pie,'" (Pg. 131) - OH EVIL, this is Highbottom to Coriolanus, like this is after Highbottom ruined him eating pie at the reaping, WHAT THE FUCK

"Let the poeple talk. The chief mourner needed sustenance," (Pg. 131) - this is funny, but it's also really sad because he's justifying filling his plate more to himself than others.

"His usual gift for self-control was eroding," (Pg. 131) - yeah this is. Important.

"He wasn't crazy about the guy, but he didn't particularly want to see him punished,"" (Pg. 132) - this is about Sejanus and I can't help but think Coryo is really like. Always reiterated he's eh about Sejanus, he doesn't want to be like Sejanus, like it feels like he's repeating this a lot? And that's interesting. Like he's trying to convince himself of this.

"This further display of Dr. Gaul's callousness made him feel mutinous.He glanced over at Sejanus's plate," (Pg. 133) - oh my god, the immediate sentence about Sejanus after 'mutinous'????? Insane.

Coryo trying the turnstile back after he's gone through it (Pg. 135) man is so perceptive.

"Jittery mentor on a questionable field trip," (Pg. 136) - this is funny.

The ENTIRE page 138, Lucy Gray and Coryo's dialogue is just so good. Their flirting. He's so flirty! Coryo making fun of her silly expressions and Lucy Gray making fun of his vocab like.

"For a moment he laughed, forgetting where they were, how depressing the backdrop. For a moment there was just her smile, the musical cadence of her voice, and a hint of flirtation. Then the world exploded," (Pg. 138) - this is a beautiful little passage but god. The lightness in some of these convos with Lucy Gray and Coryo was missing from the movie. They got it in a few but the book really hammers in their flirtations so much better.

CHAPTER 10

"As the horrifying realization that he was burning to death overtook him...," (Pg. 141) - thought of Katniss.

Also he knew on instinct how to react to the bombs :(

Lucy Gray went back for him. the mental implications of her literally saving his life...that thing about him wanting to feel a certain love again...

"I'm not alone, he thought. I'm not in the arena. I'm safe," (Pg. 142) - Ironic a bit.

"'You missed bomb time,'" (Pg. 142) - CORYO

God the amount of deaths from the arena explosion hits so much harder here, much more gruesome in description too, ofc.

Coryo sticking up for Lysistrata when Grandma'am makes comments (Pg. 144).

"It's just the kind of story that catches fire," (Pg. 145) - HAHAHHAHA SUZANNE!!!

Vet for the tributes...yikes!

"If Clemensia died, would he disappear as well, the only witness?" (Pg. 148). Oh. Okay this feels very foreshadow-y as to what happens with Coriolanus later.

Sejanus brought him meatloaf sandwiches :(

"People were always saying he resembled his handsome father more every day, but for the first time, he could really see it," (Pg. 149) - Just jotted this down because of the father mention.

Pg. 150-151 - Coryo's thoughts bleeding from caring about Lucy Gray's state to himself and if he looked weak, that's all literally showing his mental complications through his stream of consciousness. It's a long quote, so I can post it separately but yeah. Interesting!

Sej's Ma sent casserole :(

"The truth was, he owed her everything," (Pg. 153) - I think that makes him uncomfy. Idk. But he says it multiple times that it's like...owing her.

"Chained girl, boy offering food," (Pg. 153) - This honestly made me think about Peeta giving that burnt bread to Katniss.

"He would always be in her debt," (Pg. 153) - Yeah, this is interesting, I don't know what to make of it yet. But I think he means this.

Lucy Gray says "I hope so too," in regards to Coriolanus saying he hopes he can repay her. and I just felt. hm.

"You could start by thinking I can actually win," (Pg. 153) - Lucy Gray is a lot different in this scene, she's almost impatient, to the point, not playing around and not as jokey or flirty as earlier. It's difficult to analyze her character through the eyes of Coriolanus but my perception at this point is that Coriolanus amuses her, and she's maybe intrigued by him, but of course she's more thinking about the games. And how he could help. He's an advantage. He's proved that without even trying.

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Part 8

THE BOYS HAVE RETURNED!!! This is a pretty soft snippet today. I love pampering Hyrum.

Content: Cronic pain issues, healing, social anxiety

Pretty soft one today for sure. Let me know if you want to be on the tag list

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Hyrum’s tail thumped against the table as he leaned against the back of the kitchen chair, on his knees as he watched Ephraim cut up vegetables and put them in the pot that bubbled on the stove. Ephraim kept glancing back at him, eyes glimmering with amusement. 

Hyrum liked to watch Ephraim cook. He liked having porridge and berries for breakfast still, and he usually traded between sandwiches and bread pudding for lunch, but dinner was a special affair. Ephraim made something new every night for Hyrum to try, and tonight he was making something called stew. He’d put chunks of meat in it and everything, and Hyrum was doing his best not to drool on the floor, his tail thumping against the table even harder. 

He shifted down onto the chair a bit more, despite the excitement egging him on to watch closer as Ephraim stirred everything together in the pot. His legs were beginning to ache deep down from the pressure so he needed to move to try and get them to feel better. 

“I should be done soon,” Ephraim said, turning to Hyrum with a broad smile that sent curls of joy through his chest. “Do you want some bread while you wait?”

Hyrum shook his head. He didn’t want to spoil his appetite. The stew smelled so wonderful he wanted to be able to eat as much of it as he could. 

Ephraim ran a hand through Hyrum’s hair and the werewolf leaned into it. His hair was smoother and shinier now, waves beginning to form in it as it grew healthy again. 

“How about we go work on that quilt, hmm?” Ephraim suggested. “Time will go faster than waiting in here for it to be done.”

Hyrum nodded and padded along after Ephraim, heading to the craft room where the quilt was set up. Ephraim picked up a needle from where it had been sitting on the fabric, already strung with yarn and started sending it in and out of the chalked in dots, tying knots at each one before moving on. 

Hyrum went to his side where his needle was. He hadn’t gotten as far as Ephraim had as his fingers weren’t as good as Ephraim’s. The vampire had promised Hyrum that his fingers would heal eventually, but it was really annoying while he had to wait.

Still, he did notice an improvement as he poked the needle down through, and then up again, using his other hand to make sure that the yarn didn’t knot up underneath. 

“Goldenrod.”

Hyrum looked up expectantly, his tail swishing back and forth behind himself still. 

Ephraim smiled and said, “After dinner I’m planning on going down to the village. The traveling merchant should be here by now so we can see if they have some things for you. Do you want to come with me and help me pick out your clothes?”

“Really?” Hyrum asked. He nearly shouted out his agreement when it struck him that they would be going down into the village. His tail slowly came to a stop and he looked down, fidgeting with the yarn. “Is it safe?”

“Oh yes. It’s very safe. There are some other wolves down in the village too. They might want to introduce themselves… would you be up for that?”

Hyrum bit his lip. He wasn’t sure about going down to the village. It sounded dangerous. Jack had always drilled it into his head that if anyone saw Hyrum, they would try and kill him, but… Ephraim told the truth more often than not as far as Hyrum could tell. He was even right in how to make a weapon stronger, despite the way Jack proclaimed himself to be the best weapon maker in the kingdom. 

And if Hyrum was going to be Ephraim’s weapon, then he certainly could be strong enough to go down to the village with him!

“I want to go,” Hyrum said with a determined nod, going back to sewing. 

“Alright. And if you change your mind, let me know. I know it’s almost bedtime so I don’t want to make you do too much if you’re tired.”

Hyrum smiled to himself. He had been feeling less and less tired as of late, and he was sure he could handle a walk down to the village. He tried not to think about how there would be people who would want to talk to him though. How was he supposed to address them? Would they want him to talk to them, or would they just want to look at him like some of Jack’s friends did. That was the only bad thing about living with Ephraim. Things were so unpredictable and Hyrum didn’t know how to handle half of it, but Ephraim was patient with him and explained things until he understood, so he wasn’t too worried. 

An unbidden thought popped into his mind that surprised him enough he stopped sewing again. I suppose I could just ask him. 

Hyrum pondered over the thought and realized it was true. He was confused about something, he didn’t know how he would handle a situation that he knew was coming, and he could easily ask Ephraim about it before the vampire eventually noticed he was confused and explained it for him anyways. All he had to do was ask, and Ephraim practically beamed everytime Hyrum asked him a question. 

Hyrum opened his mouth to do just that when Ephraim lifted his nose, closing his eyes. Hyrum did so as well, curious and opened them again to see Ephraim leaving the room. “Dinner’s ready, sweetheart.”

Hyrum followed quickly, the question blown out of his mind over the thought of food. He sat down as Ephraim ladled some stew into a bowl for him. 

“Be careful,” Ephraim warned. “It’s hot.”

“Oh,” Hyrum said, picking up his spoon. He lifted a chunk of meat out and touched it to his lips. It was hot so he backed off, licking his lips. The flavor of the residue was heavenly, though, and it took all of the werewolf’s self control to not just take the burning cube into his mouth. 

Ephraim smiled and spooned some food up for himself, blowing on it for a moment before eating it. 

Delighted for an answer, Hyrum blew on his like Ephraim did, carefully. He waited a moment, blew on it one more time for good measure which got a little chuckle out of Ephraim, and then put it in his mouth. He closed his eyes as the meat pretty much melted in his mouth, and his tail thumped heavily against the chair again as he savored it. 

Ephraim was done before Hyrum was as the werewolf made sure that each bite wouldn’t burn him before standing up and putting his bowl in the kitchen basin. 

“Alright,” Ephraim said, walking over to the door where he put on his gardening boots. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” Hyrum said, coming to stand by him. 

Ephraim grabbed his sun hat and they stepped outside. It was late morning now, nearly bedtime for the vampire and werewolf, despite the pull Hyrum had to stay up and run around. He was glad for the chance to go with Ephraim outside. The sun soaked into the overlarge garments Hyrum was wearing, and he twisted the fabric to pull it closer against his skin, enjoying the warmth. 

As they got to the steepest part of the hill, Hyrum was having a hard time staying steady on his feet. His legs, despite feeling much better, still always ached and the fact that he couldn’t feel the bottoms of his feet made it difficult for him to stay balanced on inclined slopes. 

Ephraim slowed down and held out a hand for Hyrum, and the werewolf took it with both of his as he stumbled. 

Ephraim walked slowly with Hyrum, keeping him steady as they went. Halfway down the hill, Hyrum looked up from his feet to the little village sprawled below and remembered the question he was going to ask. 

“Erm… Ephraim?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“What, um, what do I do if people talk to me?”

Ephraim looked down at him, a little surprised, but his smile came back just like it always did. 

“Right, sorry. I should have, ah. Well, when someone sees you they’re likely to ask you your name.”

“And I tell them?”

“Yeah, if you want,” Ephraim said. 

“Can I tell them my name is Goldenrod?” he asked eagerly. 

Ephraim smiled. “Sure. You can definitely tell them that. And then they might ask you about your day and you can tell them. If you get tired I’ll let them know, okay? If you're overwhelmed, I’ll jump in.”

“Okay,” Hyrum said, relaxing a little.

“And if the werewolves come over,” Ephraim continued, which made Hyrum tense up again, sensing this was going to be a little more complicated. “They’ll probably want to smell you first and you can smell them back. They’ll be really excited to meet you so they might be a bit much, but I’ll try and let them know to calm down, okay?”

“Okay,” Hyrum replied and Ephraim smiled.

“I’m actually pretty excited about this. The villagers have been asking about you. I told them a little about what happened and they have actually been a huge help getting me some extra food for you,” Ephraim said as they reached the bottom of the hill where the path went from tramped down grass to dirt. “They’ll love you.”

Hyrum puffed up under Ephraim’s arm, warm and happy as they made their way past the first building. 

There were people gathered around a large cart with two huge animals hooked up to the front of it, stamping hard feet and throwing back huge heads with long manes. 

“What are those?” Hyrum asked, trying not to imagine how much it would hurt to have one of them stomp his toes. 

“Those are horses. They’re pretty friendly, but try not to stand behind them. They can kick when they get frightened,” Ephraim said soothingly, though that didn’t make Hyrum feel all that much better. 

As they approached the cart, people turned and Hyrum did not miss the way their eyes lit up when they saw him.

“Hi, Ephraim!” one woman with three children said as she walked over to greet them and Ephraim took her hand in his free one with a huge smile. 

“Good morning, Anna,” he said warmly. Hyrum pressed himself against Ephraim’s side as much as he could as the three children stared at him, sizing him up. 

The smallest boldly took a step forward and opened her mouth, but Anna cut her off by stooping down and picking her up, making her giggle. 

“Are you here to get something for Hyrum?” she asked, having successfully distracted her youngest, though the other two kept staring at Hyrum. The werewolf wished he could have known this was a possibility. He didn’t like just being stared at. 

Ephraim stepped sideways a little, gracefully hiding the fact that he stumbled because of how hard Hyrum was pressed to his side. “Yup, we certainly are. It’s good to see you.”

“And you,” Anna said with a nod, shooing her children off towards one of the houses. “Have fun, Hyrum.”

The werewolf nodded a little, and Ephraim led him farther down the road towards the cart. 

“Oh!” a deep voice said, surprised as Ephraim stepped up to stand behind a small line of people at the cart. 

A large man had turned around and looked down at Hyrum. Hyrum had never felt smaller as the huge man smiled at him. He was taller and broader than Ephraim, but he had a friendly enough smile, a bit like Ephraim’s. 

“Hello, little one. What’s your name?” the man asked, making his deep voice softer. 

“G-Goldenrod,” Hyrum said, glad to be hiding under Ephraim’s arm. 

“Oh, like the flower? That’s very nice,” he said warmly. “I’m Guntar. I’m the butcher. I sell Ephraim here his blood.”

Hyrum looked up at Ephraim and he nodded. “Yes he does, like his father before him.”

Guntar smiled. “Are you excited to look at what’s on the cart?”

Hyrum thought about it for a moment. He shrugged and Guntar chuckled. “There are some pretty cool things on it this time, from what I hear. Old Morticai’s outdone himself if the toys the wolf boys were carrying off were anything to go by.”

“Hmmm, I hadn’t thought of that,” Ephraim said, mostly to himself. “Goldenrod, would you like a toy? Something to play with?”

Hyrum had no idea what he was talking about, so he just shrugged. 

“Well, we’ll have a look when we get to the cart, then.”

Hyrum nodded, still tucked under Ephraim’s arm as they made their way through the line. 

Ephraim was glad to get to the front and Morticai grinned. “Ephraim! My favorite customer! And who’s this?”

Ephraim looked down at Hyrum who seemed to be rather done with meeting people so Ephraim said, “This is Goldenrod. I’m actually here to buy him some clothes, and perhaps a toy or two. He’s, ah, he’s had a rough go of it so far.”

Morticai’s flamboyant mustache drooped. “Yes, yes I can see that. Let’s see if we can get that squared away then!”

Moticai worked fast, knowing his merchandise well, and soon, they had two sets of trews and two tunics, both sets a bit big for the werewolf in anticipation for him growing out a bit. Ephraim was planning on getting up early to talk to some of the empty nesters and see if they had some clothes he could borrow from them as well, just in case. If Hyrum grew into being a werewolf a bit more, he’d need more clothes as he ran these into rags.

“Now, as for toys,” Morticai said, pawing through a crate. “Mmm, what do we think about this?”

He passed Ephraim a wooden bird with some gaps in the wood. A quick shake made a marble inside rattle around. Ephraim saw Hyrum’s ears prick up and he gave the werewolf the toy to look at. 

“Works for me. Thank you.”

“Oh, of course. And did you want to have a look at the blubs I brought.”

“Oh, if I must,” Ephraim said, delighted. Could Hyrum go around to the other side of your cart while I look?”

“Of course!”

Hyrum gratefully took the opportunity to run around the cart and hide from everyone in line. 

“Now, I have some more tulip bulbs-”

“Oh, goodness no, I have plenty. Say, did you have any peonies?” 

“I do! And some beautiful puzzles that I know you’d like to have a look at here.”

Ephraim delightedly went through the goods, distracted by them and Morticai’s tales of the cities that he didn’t hear Hyrum’s small gasp of fear and the small sound of a marble rattling around in wood. 

Part 10

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tbosas reading notes; chapters 6-10

here are my notes from reading chapters 6-10 of tbosas <3 this includes quotes I particularly picked out/thoughts as I read! if you want to discuss anything, pls send any thoughts! masterlist *this is a repost from my main blog

CHAPTER 6

"Besides the poor thing is already attached to me." (Pg. 76) - CORYO! This is him talking to Sejanus when Sejanus mentions trading tributes. This is a crazy thing to say.

I just wrote down that Sejanus' eyes fill with tears in this scene and it made me feel sad.

"It's built into us as human beings...," (Pg. 76) - Sejanus about protecting children. So it's just really blatant (it was already but this strengthens it) how different Sejanus views the world in comparison to Coryo, but like there are definitely moments Coryo's thoughts align to Sejanus' ideals? Hm.

Bread Pudding was one of Coryo's fav foods.

"your own father used to say those people only drank water because it didn't rain blood," (Pg. 77) - That's fucking wild. Ouch! Grandma'am to Coriolanus, here.

Crispus Demigloss - History Professor

"With the exception of Livia Cardew who made it clear she thought he had cheated and should be dismissed as a mentor immediately..." (Pg. 79) - Livia just has a bone to pick with Coryo, I can't believe he marries her like I get it but god, she's annoying.

Festus is in Coryo's inner circle 'since birth.'

"Always so loud, always socking people..." (Pg. 82) - this is about Arachne and I just thought it was funny.

I really loved the classroom scenes and seeing more of the other mentors/Coriolanus' peers, I think that would've been helpful in the film in terms of understanding the type of environment Coriolanus is in since he's known them all pretty much his whole life.

"He wanted to reach out and touch her face, to tell her that things were going to be all right," (Pg. 86) - Coriolanus about Lucy Gray.

Lucy Gray says she had two older siblings! She also tears up when talking and says bread pudding is also her favorite. Something I've had in my mind as I read is how genuine Lucy Gray is being, like...I feel as though she really is a bit of a mystery? I think she finds Coriolanus amusing at this point but also leans into the fact that he's the only one that can truly help her in this scenario? So she's using that to her advantage as well? Idk, someone talk to me on that hgdghd

'"Married?'" "'Why? Are you asking?...Because I think this could work.'" (Pg. 86) - GOD THIS KILLED ME, their flirting in the book is honestly so much better. Tom and Rachel have the chemistry to pull it off in the film, but some of this dialogue is way too good, I wish they kept this exchange closer to the book. Also he blushes.

Coriolanus ignores her flirting which is hilarious.

Coriolanus refers to Lucy Gray as 'my girl,' in the discussion to Gaul and the class. (Pg. 92)

"He was tougher than he looked, Sejanus Plinth," (Pg. 93) - I believe Coryo thinks this after Sejanus is basically talking back to Gaul about the inhumanity of things and here's this rare moment of Coriolanus admiring him.

"He was no common citizen -- he was a mentor!" (Pg. 95) - funny coryo, just this little bit of a role and superiority is already getting to his head.

"He gave a wink and a wave of the hand, " (pg. 95) - Coryo does this to get a little boy to come over and give food to Lucy Gray. Found it endearing and hilarious.

Mother of Pearl handled knife is what Arachne has (and is killed with?) what does mother of pearl symbolize hmmmm

CHAPTER 7

"He remembered the cameras streaming live to the Capitol audience," (Pg. 100) - this is at the moment of Arachne's death and wow. This part and Coriolanus' attempt at helping comes off so much more heartless here than compared to the film. In the film, it just feels like it's his instinct to help, but here he is actively thinking about how he's gonna be seen and how he doesn't want to be seen as weak for being terrified and staying back.

Coryo walks Clemmie home after this all :(

"That's how it was with him: The wash of blood, the whiz of bullets, the screams in the crowd all caused flashbacks to the worst moments of his childhood. Rebel boots pounding through the streets, he and the Grandma'am pinned down by gunfire, dying bodies twitching around them...his mother on the bloodstained bed...the stampedes during the food riots...the smashed faces, the moaning people...," (Pg. 101) - this entire section is crazy and really adds so much weight in the context of scene, why he handles it the way he does. Feel like it's this type of stuff that makes it so easy to connect him to Katniss. Idk, I feel like this passage is insanely important in understanding his trauma and that's been clear before this but wow.

Man he HATES Livia.

"near scalding water...," (Pg. 103) - hot shower Coryo to deal with anxiety, same!

"A painful sobbing made his chest ache, but then it passed, and he wasn't sure if it had to do with sorrow over her death or unhappiness over his own difficulties," (Pg. 103) - ouch! I think it's both reasonings, but even Coriolanus is unaware of his actual feelings.

"He felt strangely detached from the action, as if all his emotional reserve had been depleted by his brief outburst in the shower," (Pg. 105) - his handling of Arachne's death really shows how desensitized he is. He can't handle his more overwhelming feelings well.

Hippocrata Lunt - School Counselor

"In rhetoric class, she'd once attributed his inability to decipher the deeper meaning of a poem to the fact that he was too self-absorbed. The irony, coming from Livia, of all people!....Coriolanus to the rescue, Livia to the nearest exit," (Pg. 105) - funny Coryo but also this feels like a slight foreshadow as to how Coriolanus interprets Lucy Gray's songs?????

"It seemed pretty cold to scratch her name off the list like that," (Pg. 108) - am glad you have this moral view Coryo.

I really like Clemmie & Coriolanus' friendship, I wish we got more in the film. She's so nice to him :(

Also they nailed how the snakes look in the film, like that is OFF THE PAGE

"Hello there," (Pg. 110) - funny coryo

Interesting that Coryo puts his hand in first in the book! Also little to no hesitation! Huh.

CHAPTER 8

"Pus dyed bright pink, yellow, and blue dripped down her fingers," (Pg. 114) - That's cool tbh, wish they did this in the movie!

Coryo barely thinking of Clemmie right after the bite is a little funny.

I think Coriolanus learns about never lying from Dr. Gaul (like later once he's being mentored by her)

"Ghoulish section of the lab where the glass cases housed humans with animal parts grafted to their bodies," (Pg. 115) - I kinda wish this was more included in the film, there's so many grotesque things Suzanne describes that are so cruel and I wish they had the balls to include them in the film(s) because...wow.

Coryo dropped to the curb after getting out of the lab :(

"It was like the Hunger Games. Only they weren't district kids," (Pg. 116) - SUZANNEEEE THE IRONY THIS IS FUCKING INSANE, this is Coryo about how his classmates are getting hurt/dying and I just. The layers in this small statement are crazy.

Coryo pockets the hospital crackers.

He goes to the hospital for Clemmie, but I can't tell if it is out of his guilt or own kindness over Clemmie? Like it feels definitely like a mix, but he's also deeply overthinking about being blamed.

"Afraid of Dr. Gaul. Afraid of the Capitol. Afraid of everything," (Pg. 116) - see stuff like this is where you can come back to the base idea that Coriolanus is a product of his environment. He is just a kid too. I was taken aback a little over the afraid of the Capitol line. I'm coming to understand that when Coryo is experiencing more overwhelming emotions, he's somehow more...moral? At least right now. He feels the most 'normal.' I don't know there's a lot to say on this quote but this is what I have rn.

The only person he wants to talk to about what happened is Lucy Gray.

Pg. 120 is very interesting. He's with Lucy Gray, he's apologizing for the situation she's in, wishing he was like Sejanus, worrying that she's hating him. I'm conflicted, like does he mean this? I think he does because of the emotional state he's in, i'm just always questioning him fdkghdj. Lucy gray tells him not to quit, but obviously that's stemming more from her need of him to survive this, I assume?

"'You matter to me,' he insisted. The Capitol may not value her, but he did. Hadn't he just poured his heart out to her?" (Pg. 122) - Coryo has a sense of entitlement here, like what I'm gathering is he does mean those words towards her, but he's almost expecting something in return?

And with that above in this section Lucy Gray is described as seeming distant. She's not giving in to his admission? Idk, this whole part was odd!

Grades or Glory, Coryo they go hand in hand for you.

"Usually he avoided Persephone altogether, because he could never help wondering if she had known the ingredients of her wartime stew," (Pg. 123) - funny coryo

CHAPTER 9

"'Snow lands on top,' he said with so little conviction they had to laugh. It made him feel a bit more normal," (Pg. 126) - oh! Coryo and Tigris :(

He only starts to eat his food because it would please Tigris :(

Grandma'am pokes Coryo in the ribs while he practices singing for Arachne's funeral. Literally leaves bruises.

"'Tigris? I just remembered, I can't really sing.'" - (Pg. 127) - FUNNY FUCKING CORYO

"Coriolanus thought it was quite a display for Arachne, disproportionate to both her life and death, the latter of which could have been avoided if she'd refrained from being such an exhibitionist," (Pg. 128) - this really shouldn't of been funny but I did laugh.

Brandy's body on a crane is absolutely wild and again, should've been in the film! idc how dark it is, it gives such a direct message.

"He tried to imagine conducting himself under those circumstances, until he realized this was undoubtedly what Sejanus was doing, and snapped out of it," (Pg. 130) - that's crazy. Also this is the first Sejanus mention in a bit and it being this is so funny and also extremely perceptive of Coryo. He understands Sejanus through the general lens of 'empathetic, passionate but weak through that,' way.

"Maybe her gravestone could read, 'Casualty of Cheap Laughs,'" (Pg. 130) - CORYO

"Several people took the pained look on Coriolanus' face as sorrow at Arachne's death, when ironically, he felt like killing her all over again," (Pg. 131) - CORYO!!!!!!! That's actually really insane of him.

"'I hear we're having pie,'" (Pg. 131) - OH EVIL, this is Highbottom to Coriolanus, like this is after Highbottom ruined him eating pie at the reaping, WHAT THE FUCK

"Let the poeple talk. The chief mourner needed sustenance," (Pg. 131) - this is funny, but it's also really sad because he's justifying filling his plate more to himself than others.

"His usual gift for self-control was eroding," (Pg. 131) - yeah this is. Important.

"He wasn't crazy about the guy, but he didn't particularly want to see him punished,"" (Pg. 132) - this is about Sejanus and I can't help but think Coryo is really like. Always reiterated he's eh about Sejanus, he doesn't want to be like Sejanus, like it feels like he's repeating this a lot? And that's interesting. Like he's trying to convince himself of this.

"This further display of Dr. Gaul's callousness made him feel mutinous.He glanced over at Sejanus's plate," (Pg. 133) - oh my god, the immediate sentence about Sejanus after 'mutinous'????? Insane.

Coryo trying the turnstile back after he's gone through it (Pg. 135) man is so perceptive.

"Jittery mentor on a questionable field trip," (Pg. 136) - this is funny.

The ENTIRE page 138, Lucy Gray and Coryo's dialogue is just so good. Their flirting. He's so flirty! Coryo making fun of her silly expressions and Lucy Gray making fun of his vocab like.

"For a moment he laughed, forgetting where they were, how depressing the backdrop. For a moment there was just her smile, the musical cadence of her voice, and a hint of flirtation. Then the world exploded," (Pg. 138) - this is a beautiful little passage but god. The lightness in some of these convos with Lucy Gray and Coryo was missing from the movie. They got it in a few but the book really hammers in their flirtations so much better.

CHAPTER 10

"As the horrifying realization that he was burning to death overtook him...," (Pg. 141) - thought of Katniss.

Also he knew on instinct how to react to the bombs :(

Lucy Gray went back for him. the mental implications of her literally saving his life...that thing about him wanting to feel a certain love again...

"I'm not alone, he thought. I'm not in the arena. I'm safe," (Pg. 142) - Ironic a bit.

"'You missed bomb time,'" (Pg. 142) - CORYO

God the amount of deaths from the arena explosion hits so much harder here, much more gruesome in description too, ofc.

Coryo sticking up for Lysistrata when Grandma'am makes comments (Pg. 144).

"It's just the kind of story that catches fire," (Pg. 145) - HAHAHHAHA SUZANNE!!!

Vet for the tributes...yikes!

"If Clemensia died, would he disappear as well, the only witness?" (Pg. 148). Oh. Okay this feels very foreshadow-y as to what happens with Coriolanus later.

Sejanus brought him meatloaf sandwiches :(

"People were always saying he resembled his handsome father more every day, but for the first time, he could really see it," (Pg. 149) - Just jotted this down because of the father mention.

Pg. 150-151 - Coryo's thoughts bleeding from caring about Lucy Gray's state to himself and if he looked weak, that's all literally showing his mental complications through his stream of consciousness. It's a long quote, so I can post it separately but yeah. Interesting!

Sej's Ma sent casserole :(

"The truth was, he owed her everything," (Pg. 153) - I think that makes him uncomfy. Idk. But he says it multiple times that it's like...owing her.

"Chained girl, boy offering food," (Pg. 153) - This honestly made me think about Peeta giving that burnt bread to Katniss.

"He would always be in her debt," (Pg. 153) - Yeah, this is interesting, I don't know what to make of it yet. But I think he means this.

Lucy Gray says "I hope so too," in regards to Coriolanus saying he hopes he can repay her. and I just felt. hm.

"You could start by thinking I can actually win," (Pg. 153) - Lucy Gray is a lot different in this scene, she's almost impatient, to the point, not playing around and not as jokey or flirty as earlier. It's difficult to analyze her character through the eyes of Coriolanus but my perception at this point is that Coriolanus amuses her, and she's maybe intrigued by him, but of course she's more thinking about the games. And how he could help. He's an advantage. He's proved that without even trying.

[go-learn-esperanto]

Because of the dried blood post I've decided to make a post with the most well known blood dishes in Portugal + one that is a bit less well known but I became obsessed with the moment I learned it exists:

Blood TW (obviously)

Arroz de cabidela/arroz de sangue

It is made with the chicken and sauce is the blood of said chicken (mixed with vinegar). It's one of my favourite dishes btw. Really good. Highly recommend. Although I have to say: you might find restaurants where it tastes a bit mid. I did eat a really good one in the restaurant once, however the best one's I've eaten were in my grandma's house, which isn't surprising.

Chouriço de Sangue/Morcela (blood sausage)

I mean, it's the same as a normal chorizo however it also has blood. Also pretty good. It's similar to the Irish/English black pudding even if some ingredients are slightly different. I love these boys and someone needs to take me away from any type of Portuguese enchidos.

Papas de Sarrabulho

I haven't eaten it before but I guarantee you that one day I will. This is a very well known dish. It's made of blood, a bunch of meat and bread. It can be either a soup or it can be used to accompany a specific type of meal. There's a variant with rice instead of bread which is called arroz de sarrabulho.

Sarapatel

Made with either sheep or goat meat with also the lungs, heart and liver which than gets some animal fat, olive oil, onion, garlic, tomatoes and blood of course, this is a meal of the centre of the country. I have also never tried it out. It seems good though.

And now one of the coolest of all bit also one of the rarest and most difficult to find in the country

Blood pancakes (known in galicia as filloas de sangue)

So. I don't think there's much to be said about these. Made with pork blood, flour and sugar. In Portugal they are only in small villages in the north. It's probably easier to find them in Galicia actually. I really want to try these ones out. When being made they literally look like this:

BTW I had the worst experience researching these because I found this fucking Facebook post that will haunt me for decades. I wish to unsee this immediately.

(Title reads: Woman makes pancakes with menstrual blood)

Anyway, this is why you can easily buy in Portugal a chonk of boiled blood

Or a liter of blood for 2.35€. I have paid more for 330ml drinks before.

[thelucygray]

cont. ft. @v1ctimplagued

"Cinnamon was still dancing on my tongue before I fell asleep. Any correlation between you and bread pudding?" She had been treated to a small square of the stuff the day before. It was her favorite dessert and it wasn't often she got the delight of it. But him? Not many would call him a delight. Unless you were a young girl with wobbly knees and the urge to swoon in front of pretty-looking boys. She herself had been charmed by a few of those.

"Don't you worry, darling. It was no bad omen or anything. I see a good winter ahead of you." The dream hadn't been anything significant but it definitely was no nightmare. It had been a curious thing he not only ended up there but also someone she saw the day she woke up from it all. Their paths did not cross often.

[brassandblue]

Headcanon: Arthur + Goodsir's favorite foods

ARTHUR:

We all know he loves tea. He leans into stout, savory black teas.

He'll pretty much drink any booze you put in front of him but he would prefer a full-bodied ale, or a good mulled wine or spiced rum.

He loves... pretty much anything that has a good balance of flavor. Arthur will eat just about anything, and whether that has to do with his seemingly endless appetite (the bastard) or his centuries of roughing it on land/at sea, We Just Don't Know.

However, some of his favorites include: Meat+starch dishes (shepherd's pie, fish and chips), loves a good pudding, absolutely wild about custards and creams and preserves--especally blueberries, strawberries, cherries, and citrus jams! He loves hearty, filling meals full of meat (preferably beef or mutton) and well-grown vegetables. He's also prone to snacking on shortbread biscuits and carrots.

Finally, he has an absolutely voracious sweet tooth. Preserves, pastries, confections, anything with honey... get in his MOUTH, please.

GOODSIR:

Our boy's favorite foods are lighter fare than Arthur. He's the guy that orders a large salad and tucks into it with GLEE. However, some more era-appropriate dishes that he likes would be things like... vegetable and lentil/grain soup, honeyed porridge, bread and soft boiled eggs, fresh fruits of all kinds. And he'll never say no to childhood staples like meat pies and fresh caught fish.

He does like sweets, but he'd rather go for a nice savory pudding for dessert and enjoy a bit of wine.