#They are So Sweet like /so/ sweet - very similar to my sugar cubes but like?? richer??? more intense somehow and large
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sysig · 2 years ago
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#I have had a good day today#It was a shopping day! And I bought things that were helpful and fun and that I wanted! And I am happy about it!#They're an odd arrangement of items but I like them :)#I got a new version of an old pen that I love because I use it so often that it's running out lol#A year and change of use has worn it to the pen-bone lol#So now I have the next one when that one really goes yayay#I also found a hand drill! Which I wanted! Because previous my earbuds broke and I fixed them but Too Well#They were falling apart so I superglued them back together and created a perfect seal that caused a vacuum in my ear#Painful :/ Unwearable :// Defeats the purpose of having a ''fixed'' earbud in the first place :///#I requested a hole drilled in the back which was done but apparently the seal was further forward lol so still unwearable!#So I wanted a hand drill - y'know the kind the non-electronic kind that you have to twist until a hole happens#Have I mentioned I'm a Luddite lately lol but really it's just 'cause it's My Thing so if anyone is allowed to break it it's me#Then I can't be mad at anyone else#So I got one! A jeweler's bead reamer to be specific :0 But to me it's just a hand drill lol it's a cute little four-piece set ♪#It's a little rough on the hands but I have wet paper for skin so it's fine probably lol#And I did end up break-fixing my earbuds! I can use both again! I'm so happy that's been like two weeks ah#Percussive maintenance#I also bought some vanilla merengues :3 Those will be important later :3c The set is already queued but it's for Research Purposes lol#They are So Sweet like /so/ sweet - very similar to my sugar cubes but like?? richer??? more intense somehow and large#And finally some fidget toys! :D A blind bag for funsies of mini fidgets and they are so cute omgsh they're so small ah#I got a little ducky squishy aw <3 Perfect addition to my duck collection haha - and a tiny fidget cube! Too cute very satisfying clicks#And finally a 2x2 puzzle cube - it had a brand but I've already forgotten it 'cause it's not Rubix lol#I've been wanting a puzzle cube as a stim toy for a while I just really like how they look and sound but I didn't expect much#And since the 2x2 is smaller it's like the budget/easier option so perfect but like- I genuinely did not expect it to Actually stim my brain#It does! :0 It focuses me! I mean on the puzzle itself lol but like I feel focused and interested and rewarded! It's wild!#Don't feel the need for music or stories or any other background noise just puzzle puzzle puzzle#I still haven't solved it lol I think the closest I've gotten is 4/6 sides and again this is a 2x2 but like!#I wasn't planning on solving even one side but it caught me! :0 That quickly! I've only had it since earlier today!!#And I didn't cheat and look anything up I haven't really had the chance to between fixing/breaking and being out lol#Fun :D Fun!! :D
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short-honey-badger · 1 year ago
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Peppermint Tea 8
Holy crap the amount of likes and comments and reblogs you all have left is amazing! Thank you so so much for enjoying!
Anyway! On to the next part.
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The sound of the native birds of your island is what wakes Mihawk. He cracks his eyes open, wincing when his back protests him moving as soon as he wakes up. He stands and moises his way to the kitchen, filling the kettle and setting it on the stove. Mugs and tea bags are next, and Dracule makes sure to dump some sugar into your own cup. He then moves on, collecting fresh fruits and vegetables from your garden and investigating the smoke room. He finds very little inside and decides that his haul now is enough for breakfast. 
Fixing it up doesn't take all that long, and soon, he has a platter of foodstuffs that looks similar to the one last night. Dracule makes a mental note to try and bring you some type of livestock, though he dreads the thought of anything bigger than a house cat on his ship. 
The tea is placed on the tray, and Dracule makes his way to your bedroom. He eases the door open, and a soft smile crosses his lips at the sight of you curled up with an arm around Hank. The big pooch whines and drags himself off the bed and out the door, going to do his business. Mihawk takes his spot and sets the tray away from you but still on the bed. 
“Sweet thing,” Dracule rumbles and slides his hand up into your hair, scratching your scalp just the way you like it, “It's time to get up. I've made breakfast.” 
Those seem to be the magic words for you rise like the dead and look at Mihawk through squinted eyes. He thinks she looks adorable when you rub your eyes, pout on your lips from being woken up. 
“Hawk?” You mumble out and wince when your head throbs like a bastard. You whine and lay back down, not wanting to deal with the pain, “Don't feel good.” 
Dracule can't help but laugh at your pitiful state, “Oh, Darling. I'm not surprised you don't feel very well,” he coos and gently pulls you back into a sitting position. He shifts to sit behind you, back against the wall, as he drags the tray of goodies closer to both of you. 
“One must be careful when indulging in alcohol. Is this your first hangover?” Mihawk asks quietly, and you shrug, not really understanding what he's going on about. You frown when he laughs at you again and cross your arms over your chest, only to wince when you brush across your breasts. 
“Owee,” you murmur quietly and wonder why your chest aches so badly, only to drop your head in shame when you happened to remember most of last night. 
Mihawk gently lays you back and lifts your shirt, shushing you gently when you squirm and try to fight him, “Hush, let me look. There is nothing to be embarrassed by,” he chides and sends you a look that has you ducking your head and looking away from him. Mihawk examines the seldom hickies and love bites with a smug twist of his lips, hands reaching up to gently trace the bite mark that still lingers from last night. 
You look beautiful all marked up, and a dark feeling blooms in his chest at the sight of what he did. Mihawk wants to see more of them on you, proof that you want him. That you are his. 
“Just sore, sweet thing,” Dracule comments lowly and kisses your cheek, lingering to leave a trail of hot kisses all the way down your neck and to your shoulder, “We will have breakfast and then you will have a hot bath while I do my morning routine.” 
You nod, completely at the warlord's mercy as you glance down to see that he hasn't stopped his gentle ministrations, thumbs rubbing over your nipples over and over again until you can think of nothing but the man who holds you. Even your hangover doesn't seem as bad with Dracule here. 
Mihawk glances over the tray and picks up a cubed melon slice, lifting it up to your lips and grinning when you obediently open your mouth for him. He feeds you one piece after another until you are pleasantly full and ready to go back to sleep, “Tea first, sweet girl,” he orders when he feels you shift again. 
You nod slowly, wincing when your head aches at even the slightest movements. The tea has cooled, but it still tastes wonderful to your cottonmouth. You sip until it is empty, and Dracule takes the mug away from you when he notices you finished. He taps your thigh gently, “Up you go, Darling.” He encourages softly. 
He leaves you to find some clean clothes and a towel while he goes to the bathroom and begins to run you a bath. He is surprised by the amount of modern utilities he finds in your cottage and wonders who you really are. While simple, your home was filled with older but no less luxurious items. The hot water and plumbing were just one of the many things that he's noticed. 
Mihawk's thoughts are interrupted when you appear in the doorway with a thin robe and towel. You smile at the sight of your friend starting you a bath, “Thank you for taking care of me, Dracule,” you say, and step close to press your lips to his cheek when he rises from his slouch over the tub. 
Hawkeye feels hot satisfaction curl in his chest at your thanks. He turns and pulls you in for a kiss, hand coming up to tangle in your hair and pull you close to him. Mihawk likes the way you say his name. All breathy and full of gratitude, and all for him.
 You whine at the less than soft treatment, but you can't bring yourself to care or complain about it. Not when you love it when Dracule touches you like this. He kisses you breathless, leaving you a gasping mess as he turns away to fiddle with the knobs of the faucet. You pout a little, annoyed that Dracule is never as affected as you are after a kiss like that. 
Your annoyance disappears the second that Dracule steps behind you, hands placed on your shoulders as if to slide your robe down. Nerves surge through your entire body, and you clutch the thick fabric to your chest, “I um. I can take It from here, Mihawk.” 
You shiver at the feeling of his warm breath on the back of your neck. Your hair is up in a messy bun, allowing the warlord to press chaste kisses to the flushed skin there, and thankfully, no more than that.
 “Take your time, dear one. I'll be outside if you need me.” Dracule assures you, and then he is shutting the door behind himself and leaving you alone in the bathroom.
You shrug off your bathrobe, and a relaxing sigh escapes you as you settle in the hot water, eyes closing as you do what Mihawk bid and take your time. 
It's an hour later by the time you step outside. It's nice and sunny like usual, and you grin when Hank bounds up. The big lug presents you with a stick, and you toss it into the woods for your dog to go running after. You glance around, humming wordlessly as you look for Dracule. 
You find him at the back of the cottage where the sun shines brightest. Your home is situated up a small embankment, leaving your backyard to drop off into a cliff face. Dracule stands at the edge of the cliff, looking regal and dramatic as the wind blows his dark hair this way and that. 
You wonder why he keeps coming back here. He's told you before that your island is like a safe haven from the rest of the world, but sometimes you aren't sure that you believe him. You don't know what the rest of the world is like, and when you first came to this island, you yearned to leave and explore the world. How much of the world has Mihawk experienced to say that your island in the middle of nowhere was a safe place for him. 
What did your friend go through for him to run and hide away from it all? 
“I can hear you thinking from up here, dear,” Mihawk says, and you nearly jump out of your skin. He turns and gives you a smug smirk, “What's on your mind?” 
You huff at him and step by his side, eyes flickering to the crashing waves of the ocean. Your devil fruit reacts to the sight, sending flurries scattering about the two of you. You debate asking the real question you've wanted answered since Dracule stepped foot on your island. Just who exactly was Dracule Hawkeye Mihawk? 
“Nothing, just admiring,” you say instead. You didn't want to give him any reason to leave early. 
Dracule huffs at you with a roll of his eyes, “Is that so?” He presses and eyes you, “You can ask me things, Dear One. I won't lie to you.” 
“Even if it's about who you really are?” The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. You tense, flurries sticking to your skin as your nerves get the better of you. The silence is thick between the two of you, and you are terrified to even look in his direction. 
“I introduced myself when I saved you from those pirates, did I not?” Dracule's tone is one of forced calm, and more snow begins to fall when you hear it. You can't help but feel like you've messed up. A warm hand catches your chin, and you are forced to look into the golden, ringed eyes of your friend. His gaze is as cold as your devil fruit, and you find yourself shivering under it. 
“You did,” you agreed carefully, “But, you just… don't speak about yourself often, and I'm curious.” You swallow harshly and catch the bird following the movement of your throat. His eyes catch your own in the next moment, and you force yourself to hold his gaze. 
It feels like it takes an eternity, but Dracule relents, eyes softening just a fraction and grip becoming more tender, “I have a good reason for not doing so, Snow Angel,” he murmurs. 
You suck in a sharp breath at the new name, wetting your lips as you latch on to the pretty words that he spills. You want to say more, but your lips won't move. Your jaw won't work to form the words that you want to say to him. Dracule has you, hook, line, and sinker, just where he wants you. He traces the curve of your jaw with his thumb, then leans forward to press his lips to your brow. 
“Promise to not ask me again, and I'll tell you in my own time,” Dracule suggests softly and you lose yourself even more to him, “I do not take the sharing of personal information lightly,_.” 
And there it was. The nail in the coffin. Mihawk rarely calls you by your name, so hearing it in his sinfully melodic voice sends shivers of pleasure racing up your spine. The flurries melt, and you find yourself nodding eagerly.
“I promise not to ask again,” you say, and feel like you are about to explode when Dracule gives you a proud quirk of his lips. 
“Good girl,” Mihawk praises softly and brings you in for a quick kiss, pleased that you see his way of things. The tension in the air is all but gone, and the warlord leads his snow angel away from the cliff edge.
“Come, I didn't get those books for you for nothing, Dear One. How about you read one of them to me?” 
You let Dracule pull you back to the cottage, Hank meeting you with a happy bark at the door. His anger still lingers in the back of your mind, but you can let it go for now. 
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mysterymessmachine · 5 months ago
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I'm back, y'all! it's been a while since I've done anything other than a quick post at random while waiting somewhere, but I've been very busy!
we got a cute little one bedroom in a quiet complex in a great part of town for us! we have no furniture, but in the right context, sleeping on an air mattress and sitting on the floor is so fucking freeing
I made her a vanilla raspberry poke cake with cream cheese whipped cream icing! it was decadent! we made churro bites together, which turned out SO GOOD! angel food cake, cubed and pan fried, then rolled in cinnamon sugar. we got them really crispy on the outside and it tasted like bonfire marshmallows 🥰 (if you can't tell, she likes sweets lmao)
I'm on the board at a nonprofit! we are opening queer libraries to promote access to representation in the face of all the recent legal challenges and book bans
I work at a comic book store! it's really fuckin cool there and I genuinely can't remember having a job that I liked this much in my entire life
I have been squeezing a little bit of writing in here and there! today I worked on a short story I'm really excited about while waiting at the laundromat. it's been similar tiny bursts but progress is progress
it's good to be back! I love y'all 😁
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hime-bee · 8 months ago
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Brainrotting about Njero go brrrrrrrr...I wanna see more of this old man whenever possible. Out of the four I like him the best really caught my eye with his design too <3 He be filling the handsome magic instructor that loves you shaped hole in my heart. This old man has been living in my head rent free ever since I played the game last week. Thank you for creating him! Sorry if theres if I have too many questions this is my first ask ever here in this site. What field of magic does he excel at and teach...what's his favorite spell...does he prefer tea or coffee...what kind of sweets does he prefer...when did he first summon his familliar and what kind of a familliar was it...about the time he was in his not the best student era what kind of stuff was he not good at...how would he court the mc whenever he can...finally how would he feel with an s/o that has a very strong affinity for combat magic but rather average on any field of magic. Oh and I heard that your hand isnt feeling very well lately. I hope it gets well eventually so no rush on these~~ I wish you well!!<3
Anon, you have no idea how happy you've made me 😭 I didn't think that many people liked Njero, but I'm super happy to see that there are some who consider him a favorite! I don't mind the questions, also!! I'm just super happy that you like him so much 🥺 (Side note for those who don't know him, but his name is pronounced "n-err-o", the "j" is silent)
Anyway, lemme answer those questions for you!
Njero excels at elemental magic, which is what he teaches! He's the best with fire magic, though, and his favorite spell is anything that makes his life more convenient (similar to Howl). He prefers tea (specifically hot tea, with four sugar cubes and milk), but he doesn't mind coffee! He wasn't always a huge fan of sweets, actually- he only started eating them because of his familiars. They like cookies and candy, so he usually eats that when he doesn't have time for a meal 😩 He actually summoned his first familiar when he was still under the tutelage of his master, which was abouutttt 100+ years ago! He summoned a pixie named Amme first, and a few years later, he summoned a shape shifting demon named Sepher! When he was first learning magic, funnily enough, he was pretty bad at elemental magic. Because he wasn't the best at it made him want to practice more, and he ended up mastering it and enjoying it a lot more than most magic. His idea of courting the MC would depend on them, mostly! If they wanted a normal date, he would be more than happy to set that up! He's big on words of affirmation, also 😊 And lastly, I don't think he would mind what kind of magic his partner does, as long as they're content with it! If they are more offensive, though, he would make sure to tag along wherever with healing spells ready just in case!
Again, thank you so much for the ask, anon! I rarely get any for Njero, so I really enjoyed answering this! And thank you for the well wishes 😭💙 My hands have been getting better, but I don't wanna overdo it- I was gonna doodle a little Njero for you, but you know how it is 😩 Maybe later!
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What I Think the ADA's (plus Chuuya's) Coffee Orders Would Be (from a barista)
Dazai appreciates the simple things in life like death. So he doesn’t drink coffee, he just suffers from sleep deprivation (jk, he orders a traditional Japanese pour-over coffee)
Chuuya like his coffee the same way he likes his wine, fancy. He orders a double ristretto piccolo w/ hazelnut syrup (see the end of the post for an explanation of what that coffee is)
Yosano is an iced Americano kinda gal. Simple but good nonetheless. She is here for the flavour of coffee, not milk.
Ranpo gets an iced caramel frappe or an iced matcha with strawberry foam (keep in mind I’ve never actually had matcha but I assume this is really good).
Kenji orders a hot chocolate and you cannot change my mind. I don’t care if it’s not coffee, Ranpo’s isn’t either and I know for a fact you didn’t bat an eye at his.
Kyouka orders an iced mocha or an iced caramel frappe because she is a teenage girl. not to stereotype but that's what every teenage girl I've ever met orders and it's what I started with too.
Kunikida orders a long black (basically the same thing as an Americano) with a single ice cube to cool it down because he is boring
Kukuzawa orders the classic flat white. I rarely see someone under the age of 30 order this drink and the vibes are very similar 
Junichiro gets a cold brew. I cannot explain why. He just gives those vibes. 
Atsushi is more of a tea person but if he HAD to he would absolutely get a vanilla oat milk latte
Naomi is a Starbucks girlie. She gets anything floral and sweet, think iced teas, refreshers, etc. If she does get coffee she makes a big deal about it “Coffee is too bitter for me!!! I need 10 sugars!!!” 
Haruno loves an oat milk latte. Contrary to popular belief, she actually likes her coffee hot. She seems like the type of person who drinks coffee for comfort instead of the actual caffeine content. 
what is a double ristretto piccolo?
So Ristretto means 'restricted shot'. essentially, the barista will end the espresso shot 10-15 seconds before they're meant to. this gets rid of the hash bitter taste of the coffee, it's also generally sweeter. A piccolo is short for 'Piccolo Latté' or 'Short Latté' which is literally what the name entails. It's just a latte served in a tiny glass with about half the amount of milk. So he orders a mini latte with 2 restricted shots of espresso and a dash of hazelnut syrup. I've had someone order nearly this exact thing, it's pretentious as hell and it's just so Chuuya.
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white-eden · 7 months ago
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Hello! I wanted to pop in and give some Thoughts™️.
Jinwoo gives me a mix of Gomez Addams and Jessica Rabbit with how hot he is and how devoted he is to Ha-Neul. He’s very husband material, honesty.
But also big predator protecting tiny pray animal that they would die for is the vibe. Baby bunny and her tiny baby predator who will become The Biggest Problem Around.
I also had a thought similar to one you had back but of Ha-Neul bringing Jinwoo food when he forgot it at home, but she interrupts a meeting. But Jinwoo doesn’t care and decides that she’s now part of the meeting too and everyone is going to deal with it lmao
And finally the Shadows getting affection from their queen. Like a headpat or a good job
I love your story, thanks for reading my ramble I hope they make sense.
Your thoughts are more than welcome!! And yes he does gives Gomez vibes but Jessica Rabbit? That never cross my mind but I LOVE IT!
Jinwoo in his gloomy, dangerous, seductive and romantic way is the big deal. I love it. I really like imaging him being seductive like Jessica, but in a subtle way. His eyes only in Ha-Neul, his husky rich voice whispering sweet nothings as he leaves little kisses that made his little bun bun blush (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)
Oh! And yeah, and the thing is that only the people close to Jinwoo and Haneul know abt their relationship, so it’s funny to imagine a head popping out in the room meeting, Haneul tries to leave but Jinwoo doesn’t let her and drags her to sit in his lap and feed him 🤣
Everyone is like “???” “Who’s dis?” “What?”
Who’s this tiny woman feeding hunter Sung?
The best thing is when they see him behave just cuz wifey is there.
And here’s the thing abt Haneul and the shadows, she likes them all and helps Jinwoo to give them better and cool names. Idk why but (since they can eat?) she feeds the ants some sugar cubes. She and Jinah like to watch dramas with Beru and feed him sugar cubes or any other thing he likes.
Kaisel and Tank are lucky to have belly rubs too!
I’m so happy that you like my story! 💕 thank you for reading it!! This comments make me happy and boost my inspiration. :7
If you ever feel like sharing more thoughts, go ahead either here or ao3! I’m always happy to read them 😭 💕
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sincerely-sofie · 7 months ago
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Ruby anon here! I’m pretty interested in all this aura lore stuff! What kinds of aura do Twig, Kip, the future trio, Spindle, Opal, Ruby, Lucky, Sen, Manaphy and Bud have?
(Also what about Yeet’s and Delete’s, because I’m assuming Ark would be able to pick up on their aura and that would be a tell when they’re around).
(Referencing this post)
I’m glad you’ve enjoyed the aura lore! The way I’ve written auras is very personal to me, as its based on part of my experience with mental illness and psychosis— so to hear it’s interesting is very meaningful :> As for everyone’s auras:
Twig: The feel of sun on your skin, the taste of fresh greens, the smell of summer air, the sound of a crackling fire keeping the house warm, and the shock of cool water when diving into the deep end of a pool.
Ruby: The numbness and exhaustion that comes after a long cry session, sympathy for a pitiful looking inanimate object, a hug that holds you together when you’re falling apart, and the texture and taste of a sugar cube.
Spindle: The sting of antiseptic, the feel of velvet lining the inside of an antique music box, the taste of a slightly-melted candy bar, the weight of your favorite stuffed toy in your arms, and the feeling of being too cold but unwilling to get up and grab a blanket.
Opal: The smell of air at dawn, the slight burning in your limbs when you stretch them out as far as you can, the feel of mist on your skin, and the taste of a cold glass of water after a hard day’s work.
Kip: The taste of whipped cream, the weathered texture of your favorite childhood blanket, the warmth of a mug filled with a hot drink, the crunch of old parchment, and the prick of a thorn against your ankle.
Lucky: The ache in your eyes after staying up too late reading, the taste of hot chocolate, the weight of a hand in yours, curling up with a warm blanket, and the sound of a sigh uttered in your sleep.
Sen: The echo of your own voice singing alone in an empty cavern, the taste of cinnamon, the feel of an ice pack against sore muscles, the smell of coins held in your hand while rushing to try and pay for a toy as a child, the emptiness of a porcelain doll, and the hollow ache in your bones that comes with deep longing.
Manaphy: The smell of fresh air at the seaside, the cradle-like rocking of a boat on the waves, the warmth of sun-soaked sand beneath your feet, the sensation of wind whipping around you as you lean into the gale, and the feel of holding an ice cube in your palm.
Grovyle: The unexpected tartness of one berry eaten after a sweet one, the softness of lambs-ear plant leaves, the steadiness of an oak tree’s branches amidst a howling storm, an aching exhaustion that has gone ignored for too long, and a fiercely protective presence.
Dusknoir: The background sound of a vinyl record playing in the next room over, the smell of an apple pie baking, the glint of gemstones in a display case, the sound of a sleepy voice reading a bedtime story, and the feel of a hand placed over a forehead to check for fever.
Celebi: The feel of crabgrass, the smell of crushed basil leaves, raw-cut gemstones, the sight of rolling meadows filled with tall grass waving in the wind, and the sensation of laying down for a nap after a long day.
Bud: The sight of a pruned branch weeping sap, the smell of cut grass, the feel of a kiss over a bandaid placed with care, and the burning in your legs when running as fast as you can in a field full of other kids.
Yeet & Delete: (They’d have very similar auras, to the point one is easily mistaken for the other! Sharing similar emotions and experiences oftentimes does that to individuals’ auras) The surprise of biting into unripe fruit when expecting something sweet, the scrape of talons on bare skin, a glare when a sympathetic glance is what you expected, a keen awareness and fear of the fact that you can’t see directly behind you, and limbs that are shaking with fear and anger in equal parts.
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overwatch · 2 years ago
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The other day, my grandma got interrupted from a task she'd started by a call from her sister, asking to go to town with her. I'd overheard and encouraged my grandma to go and spend time with my great-aunt while I finished the task for her, even with her little protests of "Are you sure?" It wasn't too hard of a task and I like helping where I can, so I was happy to take over while she went out for a bit When she got back, she had bought me a packet of Reese's cups (one of my favorites, and rare for her to get because she doesn't like having a lot of sugar in the house). She's also the only one that always remembers that I don't like ice in my sodas, and always makes sure to specify it if she happens to get me one from any food place. They're tiny, pretty mundane details that I never expect anyone to remember. But she does anyway, and sometimes my friends or other direct family members remember other things like that too, and it's what it is to be truly and deeply loved, I think.
Why am I crying over your grandma. I lost it at the ice cube things. What a sweet angel she is, she obviously loves you very much! I have something similar with my mom. Whenever I visit my mom she will always go to her balcony and waves me goodbye until I'm out of sight. One time I realized nobody will ever love me that much. Smooch your grandma for me!
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stimming4dayz · 1 year ago
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I'm a fruit fiend so here's an attempt
Easy Snacking:
Apples (apple cutters make this 10x easier, also can be dipped in almost anything you want, I love adding a slice of cheddar and honey on mine, favorite type is honey crisp)
Pears (same as apple, but if you just aren't an apple fan, my favorites are bosc and asian pears! both are soft, crunchy, and sweet)
Cherries (if you like "meatier" textures they're great but best to get when they're actually in season, they do have pits if that's a turn off
Grapes (for extra texture freeze them!)
Berries in general: blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, blackberries, etc (I won't lie, not my favorite due to seeds, but my siblings loves them for the seeds
Clementines/Tangerines/Mandarins (I'm gonna be so honest I can't tell the difference between the three, but any of them are better than oranges in my opinion: easy to peel and sweeter)
Pomegranate Seeds (buy them from the store and skip the hastle of cutting one)
Raw Coconut (easy snacking if you buy it precut from the store like me, otherwise it's more of a hassle. it tends to be a required taste as people tend to either love or hate it, I'd describe it as chewy and weirdly dry and wet at the same time)
Figs (I love the flavor but their mushy texture can be off putting at times, I usually have to be in the mood to eat them raw)
Lychee (maybe the least "easy" on this list but still pretty low effort, sweet but mild and not overpowering, texture is similar to a grape)
Persimmons (these are one of my all time favorites. depending on ripeness they're either crunchier with a more subtle sweet flavor, or mushier with a sweeter one (I prefer them crunchy)
Cutting Required (I use fruit cutters for many of these, but there's a variety of way you can cut them, find what works best for you):
Mango (I cute them by cutting off sides around the pit then dicing them so that it doesn't cut the skin, allowing you to bite off cubes while holding the outside(horrible explanation but if you look up how to cut one you'll see it)
Pineapple (another fruit that can be made easier by getting a fruit cutter, pineapple cutters cut out the core and make a cute spiral so it's fun to eat as well! listen, if a cutter makes it easier to eat what you like, and you have the money, get it!)
Mangosteen (don't be fooled by the name, I'd describe it as a love child of lychee and pomegranate. the outside it hard so can be a bit annoying to eat for a small fruit but in my opinion worth the pay off)
Pomegranate (if you don't want to buy just the seeds you can always cut it yourself! my sister prefers it this way)
Dragon Fruit (seedy, but a very mild flavor)
Papaya (not my favorite, but my mom could eat these for a week straight. also! the seeds are great for cooking)
Watermelon
Cantaloupe (my favorite melon)
Honeydew
"Meatier" Textures:
Mango
Cherries
Persimmons
Papaya
Cantaloupe
Peaches
Apricots
Crunchy Textures:
Apples
Pears
Watermelon
Pineapple
Softer/Mushier Textures:
Grapes
Bananas
Figs
Lychee
Mangosteen
Dragon Fruit
Passion Fruit
Dried Fruits (best of you can get without added sugar)
Raisins
Dried Cranberries (I eat these with cheddar and cashews)
Dried Mango
Banana Leather (Trader Joe's used to have great dried and pressed bananas, I don't think they sell it anymore unfortunately)
Dried Persimmons
Dried Apricots
Crunchy Snacks
Freeze Dried Apples
Freeze Dried Strawberries
Banana Chips
Sweets
Banana Bread
1 Ingredient Banana Ice Cream (a summertime favorite and super easy)
Berry or Mango Parfait (greek yogurt and honey are great if you're trying to get the most nutrients)
Homemade Popsicles (just squeeze some fruits and/or berries of your choosing and freeze them, add juice if you like)
i mean this in the gentlest way possible: you need to eat vegetables. you need to become comfortable with doing so. i do not care if you are a picky eater because of autism (hi, i used to be this person!), you need to find at least some vegetables you can eat. find a different way to prepare them. chances are you would like a vegetable you hate if you prepared it in a stew or roasted it with seasoning or included it as an ingredient in a recipe. just. please start eating better. potatoes and corn are not sufficient vegetables for a healthy diet.
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abitofsunshinemaybe · 2 months ago
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there’s something profoundly intimate and bittersweet about having loved people.
i wore my brown crushed velvet jacket and felt loved because my best friend in said that’s her favorite thing i wear. she’s studying abroad in slovenia right now, i wonder if she’s making plenty of new friends and memories on her own. i hope she is, i’m excited to see her again.
i saw a recipe video for different kinds of sago and it reminded me of a boy i liked in sophomore year of high school whose favorite food was mango sago.
whenever i see beautiful porcelain tea kettles i think back to the only sweet sixteen i’ve ever attended. it was like stepping into the secret garden in the middle of suburban monotony. her home felt like charlotte lucas’s in the film, complete with faded embroidered daybeds and ambient classical music. we even released butterflies in her backyard. apparently it is tradition in her family to gift a tea kettle every birthday, i’ve always wondered what a person could do with so many tea kettles as the years go on. her mother was a professional florist and very apt in her craft, i thought maybe her family really were fairies at one point. i’ve never been to a tea party since, and i miss those butterfly shaped sugar cubes.
every time i drink hojicha i am reminded of one of my closest friends junior year of high school that i haphazardly fell out with only to reconnect with years later. we were so similar that we could discuss for hours on any topic, including teas i hadn’t known about before.
when i drive past the mall in my hometown i wonder still why my best girlfriend from high school one day mysteriously unadded me despite us still occasionally meeting as satellites of the same friend group. did i do something to upset her? i’ll probably never know and i probably won’t ask either, and i’ll never know if she moved from the tiny apartment right behind the mall.
when i see the color of royal purple i remember my first real love. when we first met, he said his favorite color was deep purple. in my mind at the time i thought, how unique, and how fitting this gallant color is to his person.
i’ve always believed in that saying that it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. though these people are never really lost to those who really loved them.
even so, i hope nobody ever sees this blog. some things are better missed.
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peaceandlove26 · 3 years ago
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i couldnt come up with cool designs for this trend so i based them on g1 designs! small info under the cut since ive made it a bit of an au in my head
pinkie pie is inspired by strawberry surprise!
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strawberry surprise is a baker specializing in sweet strawberry treats. she works as an apprentice to mr. and mrs. cake at sugar cube corner and her favorite thing to bake is birthday cakes and cupcakes for foals! shes as thoughtful, exciting, and funny as normal pinkie! she always smells like strawberry cupcakes. she gets lots of the fruits for her treats from her cousin sunspot’s farm!
applejack is inspired by sunspot!
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sunspot (full name sundance apple) is a hardworking, smart, logical farm pony just like normal applejack. she has a special connection with the sun that allows her to grow healthy trees with delicious apples! her hair is golden and has an almost metallic shine.
fluttershy is inspired by dancing butterflies!
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i think her personality and everything is the same. im sure ill think of something later!
spike is inspired by fizzy!
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fizzy is just a cute little kid. shes super attached to bright night and loves everything sparkly. she eventually works as an apprentice to princess tiffany!
rainbow dash is inspired by night light!
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i will probably change her name if this is an au thing since its very similar to bright night. i will call her starstreak for now! when she flies fast enough she glows!
twilight is inspired by bright night!
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shes very sweet and a little snarky, like normal twilight. maybe not QUITE as much of a bookworm, except when it comes to the arcane. she is oblivious to a lot of things.
finally, rarity is inspired by princess tiffany!
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her name is probably something super long like princess tiffany sapphire gossamer luminescence glisten. she chose it herself, of course! she was born in canterlot. she was childhood friends with bright night.
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max-the-d0g · 4 years ago
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The Missing Piece - Little moments in the library.
Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x reader
If you haven't read the Mystery woman series, the link for it are below. 
The Mystery woman part 1, part 2, part 3
Warning : none really. A little tiny mention not so innocent thoughts. 
will be edited sooner or later. 
This is part 2. Part ones link is below.
Part 1 
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The best part of the academy is the library, the shelves filled with many different types of literature, ranging from the classics to modern-day literature. There was a shelf dedicated to magic books, only the simplest books, however, the more complex books were in Cordelia's office for obvious reasons. You also appreciated the little details, unlike the academy's halls and main rooms it wasn't minimalistic. The room was heavily furnished, with a couple of tables and chairs around the room and paintings that were centuries old on the wall. The room was magnificent, the most superior part of the room is the fireplace, it was placed in the centre of the furthest wall. Your favourites spot was the corner of one of the three-seater sofas, close to the fireplace, of course. It wasn't a popular place for the more youthful students, you do spot the odd bookworm in the corner of the room reading. You might spot Zoe deep in a book. When you do, you would join her, and silently read.
That's what happened, you had joined Zoe in the library. However, she was dragged away by Madison a couple of minutes ago and now you were alone. It wasn't like you were complaining, you enjoyed your own company. It didn't last long as a heavy shut of the doors snaps you out of your calm and silent state. Wilhemina steps out of the shadows with a book pressed against her chest, with a tight lip smile as she sees you. She settles on the opposite sofa to you. You glue your eyes back on the page you were currently reading, however, in your peripheral vision, you see her settle her cane against the table next to her. She flexes her hand out a little, almost as it became stiff due to holding the came for long periods. What you didn't know was that your thoughts were a little correct, her back had been unbearable today making her hold her cane more tightly than usual. Her knuckles were almost too white at the grip she had on the cane. The tension in her back was very similar to someone repeatedly poking it with a hot pipe, despite the fact that she hadn't gone through that suffering. It seemed her body had decided to torture her today. You overhear her take a deep breath out before opening the book. The heat of the fire gives her an orange hue which made her hair more vibrant. You can see the various colours of orange and red in her hair, it was extremely similar to the sun. Tempting to touch but too hot to.
Shaking your head out of your thoughts, you go back to reading your book. After, a couple of page-turning you feel a pair of eyes on you. Looking up you see the redhead observing you, offering her a gentle smile. "Yes?" You question, wanting to know the reason for her looking. "Nothing, Ms L/N" Shaking your head at the formalities."Y/N."You correct her."Huh?"She mutters."Y/N. My name is Y/N, not Ms. I've told you to call me Y/N."You say daringly. A smirk graces her lips, she tilts her head a little, studying your reaction. "Well, Y/N. I will remind you that I know your name, I just like teasing you."Your eyes widen a fraction, heat graces your face. The book in your hand long forgotten as you stare at the woman across from you. She was staring intensely into your eyes, a wicked smirk gracing her lips.
Wilhemina went back to reading, the smirk still on display. Focusing your eyes back on the abandoned book in your hands. The words on the page, mixed together in a jumble, nothing making sense. You try hard to focus on the words on the page, but nothing works. You quite enjoyed this side of Wilhemina, the calm and teasing side of her It was unexpected of her to joke around.
Perking up a little bit you hear a set of recognisable footsteps outside the door. A second later the doors open, the supreme walks in with a tray. She looks up a little startled seeing you. There was a little hesitation before she comes further into the room, you send Cordelia a gentle smile. The small glow of the fire coats your skin in a rosy glow, Cordelia thinks it makes you look like you are bathing in the sunlight. There was a gentle look on her face as she stares at your sitting figure for a few seconds before placing the tray on the coffee table in front of you. Her eyes catching Wilheminas stare, a twinkle of mischief in Wilheminas brown orbs. On the tray are two cups, a hot steaming teapot, milk jug and sugar cubes tray. "I'll be a minute. I'm going to get another cup for you Y/N." Cordelia flashes the two of you a smile, your try to decline but she sends a playful glare to you.
There were a few awkward glances from you and Wilhemina when Cordelia left. Wilhemina glances down to the book laid on her lap, her fingertips tracing against the spine of the book. Your eyes follow the simple strokes of her fingers, wondering what else they could do. Wilhemina can see your eyes following her fingers, she knew how distracted you can get at them. She has seen you stare at them a couple of times around the Academy, desperately wanting to know what thoughts were going on through you head.
They halt as the door opens again, the blonde strutting in with a cup in her hand. She places it on the tray with the others, she holds eyes contact with the redhead for longer than necessary, almost as if they were having a silent conversation. Cordelia settles down next to you, a smirk gracing her lips, very similar to Wilehminas smirk across from you.
"Is it okay if you read to me, Y/N?" Cordelia questions softly. "I've always wanted to read that particular book and since you are reading it, do you mind if you read to me ?" She adds, a lip toyed between her teeth as she observes your reaction. You hum. "Sure." You shift a little in your seat, gazing at the blonde next to you. Wilhemina leaned forward a little pouring herself a cup of English tea, her hands stilled before she decided to pour the other cups with tea. There was a little wince as Wilhemina moves, you decided not to say anything knowing very little about her pain. She lifts the other jug with milk and pours a small amount of milk in her tea, followed by three sugar cubes. A crackle of the firewoods shakes you out of trance, locking your eyes with the redhead. She gives you a tight lipped smile. Cordelia nudges forwards too, doing the same, she pours a hefty amount of milk in her tea followed by two sugar cubes. Noticing the differences of each of their taste in tea, one liked it strong but sweet, the other weak but and not sweet. They almost complimented each other, having complete opposite preference in tea. "How do you prefer your tea, dear?" Cordelia asks, a fond smile on her lips as the fire glows in her brown orbs. "Not too milky and not too strong and two sugars, please." She follows your demands, you watch Wilhemina brings the cup to her lips, she blows at it a little before taking a sip. A hum slips from her lips, and an unexpected smile tugs at them.
Some movements from the side of you catches your attention. Cordelia sits back down further into the sofa, she shifted a little bit closer to you, a couple of inches away. A blanket lays across her legs and the cup in between her delicate hands. "Whenever you are ready, dear." She says before resting her head against the back of the sofa. You capture Wilehminas eyes, not wanting to disturb her reading, her eyes meeting yours, you silently ask if it was okay. She nods her head a little, before directing her eyes on the blonde and smirks. "Okay then..."
The words on the page escape your mouth, each sentence producing an image in Cordelia's minds. The image played the scene in great detail, her eyes closed, distracted by your voice. It was smooth and sweet, a lot like honey. It was addictive, it made her crave more wanting to hear it for the rest of her life. Wilhemina had also become distracted by your voice, watching your mouth form each separate word. The way the words were formed from your lips captivated her, much like Cordelia she found your voice soothing. Cordelia's head tilted a little closer to your shoulder. You shivered a little, not because you were cold but due to how close the blonde was. Wilhemina had witnessed this, she was hoping that Cordelia had noticed too, Wilhemina had noticed a little shake in your voice, from the smirk on Cordelia's lip, she had noticed too. As one would expect, she did, this was her plan after all. "Are you cold, Y/N?" Cordelia softly interrupts.
You didn't want to admit being nervous around them, so you nodded a little, which you regretted because the blonde scoots closer to you placing the woolly blanket over your lap, a heavyweight landed on your shoulder. Glancing there an eye full of blonde hair greets your eyes, you could smell the coconut shampoo and the whiff of earthiness, it warmed your insides. Wilhemina observes the interaction, she could tell that they were affecting you, and pride filled her up, confident that you felt something between them. "Carry on, dear." The words were shaky, and you were hoping that they couldn't tell, which sadly they did.
You were concluding the chapter when you stopped to release a yawn. "I'm gonna end it here Cordelia. If that's okay with you?" You say, exhaustion visible on your features. Wilhemina sees it, the little twitch in your left eyes and the slow blinking. She had abandoned her book a couple of minutes after you began to read. , it captured her attention and she enjoyed how your voice mimics the characters bringing the story to life.
"Yes, that's fine, dear," Cordelia claims, breaking Wilhemina's attention from you. She was reaching down for her cup, a frown making its way on her face when she realises there was none left. You placed a bookmark on the page you stopped at, placing the book on the coffee table you start to stand up. There was a round of cracking echoing in the room, being in the same position for longer than expected caused your body to stiffen.
"Goodnight, Cordelia. Goodnight, Wilhemina." You gently say, facing each woman, a kind smile from Cordelia and a less stern expression from the Wilhemina. "Goodnight, dear," Cordelia replies, equally soft. "Goodnight, Ms L/N," Wilhemina says, a smirk gracing her lips as she notes your narrowed eyes. Cordelia gives Wilhemina a little questionable look, which Wilhemina brushes off. "Ms Venable, I've told you before. Don't make me say it again." You rasp out, Wilhemina's eyes widen a fraction. The tip of her tongue pokes out, licking her dry lips. Her teeth toy with her bottom lip before she lets it go, it stirred something inside her. The way you spoken with confidence. Walking away with a smirk on your lips you hear a little shuffling. "As I've said before Ms L/N, I like teasing you."
Once the library door closes, you take deep breaths, in and out desperately trying to even out the fast beating in your heart, your legs have a mind on their own as they carry you to your bedroom. A smile settles on your face as you think about the feeling of Cordelia's head against your shoulder, feeling her body heat against you and Wilhemina's intense gaze on you. It made you feel warm. You knew when you were reading that Wilhemina had stopped reading her book and concentrated on you. The atmosphere moments ago was intense when you spoke to Wilhemina. Her words repeating themselves inside your mind. She liked teasing you.
When you left the library, you missed a certain blonde moving to the side of Wilhemina. She curls into Wilhemina , snuggling against her neck placing a light kiss against it. "When do we tell her ?" Cordelia whisper against Wilhemina neck. "Soon, little one. Soon."
Tagging : @talulahmae
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dialovers-translations · 3 years ago
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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE BLOOD Vol.5: Mukami Yuma [Track 1+2]
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Original title: 拉致 & 無神ユーマ
Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 5: Mukami Yuma [CD not owned by me]
Audio: Here (00:00 ~ 8:29)
Seiyuu: Tatsuhisa Suzuki
Translator’s note: Oh boy. Going back to the MB CDs after focusing on the recent ones is a huge culture shock. Just like with the Do-S Kyuuketsu CDs, the M boys are so much more intense and aggressive in these, even compared to their MB routes. Yuma is my favorite out of the four, but I can’t say I condone some of the stuff he does in this CD. I genuinely feel bad for the MC and fear for her life by the end of this wild ride...
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TRACK 1: Abducted
You are walking as Yuma trails behind you.
[00:09] “...What’s good, girl? ...Hey, I’m talkin’ to ya! The one walkin’ in front of me!”
You frown but continue walking.
“Yeah, you!”
You choose to ignore him and continue walking along.
“Oi, I greeted ya! Are ya even listenin’? ...Che...What a fuckin’ drag...Who in their right mind would bother with this Sow if it weren’t under someone’s order?”
You speed up your pace.
“ーー At least bother answerin’ my call...!”
He catches up to you grabs hold of your arm.
*Rustle*
“...Don’t be causin’ me extra trouble!”
You seem surprised.
[00:50] “The fuck’s that dumb look on yer face? ...Haah...Honestly, the more I look at that face of yers, the shittier it looks.”
You ask for his name.
“...Aah? Ya wanna know who I am? Who gives a damn!? Shut up...!!”
Yuma picks you up.
*Rustle rustle*
[01:09] “...Woah, you’re hella light! I was kinda hopin’ there’d be a lil’ more to ya (1) on the inside to make up for those disappointin’ looks, but you’re lackin’ both in and out. ...Borin’!”
*Rustle rustle*
“Oi, oi...Don’t make too much of a fuss, ‘kay?”
*Thud*
“...Do ya want me to push ya off the edge, huh?”
You flinch.
[01:32] “Exactly! Who would want that? ...Then stop resistin’. I’m sure ya can tell it’s pointless anyway by takin’ a quick look at me. Guess ya could say the difference in power is too much? Ya don’t stand a chance ‘gainst me.”
*Rustle*
“Phew...~ Now that was a piece of cake.”
Yuma starts munching on some sugar cubes.
*Crunch crunch*
[02:01] “Mmh! I can munch on some sugar while carryin’ ya! Geez�� I wonder why I had to make an appearance to catch a weaklin’ like ya? I don’t get it. ...You’re special, aren’t ya? Ruki filled me in on most of the details but it doesn’t really click with me. Are ya hidin’ it somewhere I can’t see, haah...?”
You frown.
“Well, anyway, better quickly hand ya over to Ruki before those darn pests come to take ya back. ...Haah...?”
*Sniff*
“...The fuck’s this scent?”
He takes in the air.
“...Is it comin’ from ya?”
You flinch.
“Heeh...Guess this would count as special. ...It smells nice, like there’s somethin’ more to it...”
*Rustle rustle*
[03:10] “I changed my mind! I was gonna drop ya off real quick, but I think I’ll do some taste testin’ myself first. I was just feelin’ kinda hungry as well.”
*Rustle*
“Some sugarcubes just don’t cut it.”
*Crunch*
[03:32] “Haah...? Ya wanna know what I mean with taste testin’? ...Oi, oi, now don’t feign ignorance. Heh. They’ve had their way with ya plenty of times, right? We all know you’ve had yer blood sucked left and right. You’re the literal definition of shameless so no point in hidin’ it. ...So it really doesn’t matter if I have a lil’ sip as well, right? At this point, at least.”
*Rustle*
“That bein’ said, I can’t relax up here. Guess we can drop by my hideout.”
He turns around.
“Hehe...It’s a great place. I’m sure...you’ll love it as well.”
TRACK 2: Mukami Yuma
Yuma throws you down on the floor.
“There ya go...!”
*THUD*
“...We’re here!”
He makes himself comfortable.
*Rustle rustle*
[00:07] “Ah~ This place really makes me feel at ease. At home there’s just a bunch of annoyin’ pests crawlin’ ‘round...and that guy keeps on makin’ me do all these stupid chores.”
You protest.
“...Aah!? The fuck did ya just say? ‘Don’t throw me ‘round’? ...Shut up!!”
You ask Yuma about your whereabouts.
“Ah? Ya wanna know where ya are? You’re really annoyin’ with all these darn questions, aren’t ya? Can’t ya tell by takin’ a look ‘round? ...This is my hideout.”
*Crunch crunch*
[00:42] “I’ve got a generous amount of my Sugar-chan stashed away over here as well. ...Hah? Why I’m munchin’ on sugar cubes, ya ask? I mean, ‘cause I like this stuff, duh? ...Ya want some too?”
*Rustle*
“Open yer mouth. It’s good.”
You hesitate.
[01:03] “...Che! Oi, you’re the one who brought it up, remember!? Now open up yer darn mouth already! I’m offerin’ to share my precious Sugar-chan with ya!”
*Rustle*
“Come on, part those lips!”
*Rustle rustle*
“...Oi, here. ...You little...Don’t try and spit it back out...Oi! Don’t waste the good shit!”
You continue to fight back but eventually have to give in.
*Rustle rustle*
“...Heh, see? It’s good, right?”
You give your impressions.
[01:34] “Hah? I mean, it’s plain sugar so ‘course it’s gonna taste sweet. What didya think it was? ...Ah? Did ya think it was some kind of dirty drug or somethin’? Hehehe~ ...Too bad~ This is just regular old sugar. It’s not the kind of lewd drug ya had in mind. But wellー I suppose ya could say this stuff works in a similar way to me, heh. ...So you’re not entirely wrong.
[02:19] Besides, I wouldn’t waste my time druggin’ someone like ya. I bet I can make ya bend to my will in no time, isn’t that right? I can imagine those dudes would be into a chick like that. Hehehe...”
You try and defend yourself.
“Haah? Ya wanna prove me wrong? It’s not like that? Then what are these, huh!?”
He rips open your uniform.
*RIIIIIP*
[02:54] “Ah-aaah...You’ve got their greedy marks littered all across yer body. Heh. Don’t try and play innocent. Ya begged for these, didn’t ya?”
You shake your head.
“You’re gravely mistaken if ya think ya can fool me by feignin’ ignorance. These marks don’t lie. I’m a...Vampire after all. ...Hehe.”
Your eyes widen in shock.
“I’m sure ya had a faint suspicion, didn’t ya? Well...That bein’ said, I’m a lil’ different from the Vampires you’re oh-so familiar with. ...I’m Mukami Yuma. Remember that well.”
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー
Translation notes
(1) Literally he says that he thought that perhaps she was more ‘closely packed’ on the inside, which may refer to the possibility of her not being very good-looking, but at least having some intelligence to back her up. Don’t quote me on this though since this line was rather confusing to me.
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seekingseven · 3 years ago
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All I would like to request is Legend and Sky hanging out, maybe being friends. Also, love you lots Seeking! Hope you're taking care of yourself and having a good day. It's what you deserve ^u^
Linked Universe Prompt Requests #3!
First of all, I appreciate you so much, Silver! And second, here you go!
(You can also read the fic here on Ao3)
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Legend leaned against his kitchen counter, chin in his palm and nose scrunched against the breeze leaking through the window.
"Foul ball, that was a foul ball!"
"Wha- no it wasn't! You can't call a foul ball whenever we score!"
Warriors and Twilight glowered at each other. On the far side of the backyard, Wind dribbled a spotted ball between his ankles and made small talk with Wild, who was trying to wipe away the sweat pooling under his arms with the end of his ponytail.  Legend scrunched his nose in disgust. Apparently the champion's bright idea to host a ball game in the hottest hour of the afternoon had come back to bite him.
His focus drifted over to the other side of his backyard, where Hyrule stood forlornly between two wooden posts. His team's poor excuse for a goal, most likely.
"You tried to trip me!"
"I did not! Stop whining, would you? If you wanted to win you should have learned the rules of the game beforehand."
"Cut me some slack, Twi. It's my first time playing!"
"Not an excuse. If you wanted to learn you could have just stayed inside with Sky and Legend or gone to the market with Four!"
Warriors took a few quick steps forward. Twilight stood his ground and puffed up his chest.
"That's enough, you two." Time said, voice snapping from his spot on a nearby bench. Legend grunted. What kind of referee watched from a bench? This was why there was an argument happening in the first place.
Behind him, the kettle began to whistle. Legend pushed himself off his elbows and turned to shut off the stove top, only partially ignoring the sounds of athletic revelry from the backyard. Porcelain clinked as Legend pulled a cup off the drying rack, then, glancing across the room, pulled off another.
If Sky was bothered by any of the commotion outside or the domestic ambience inside, he didn't show it. Instead, he sat at a table by the porch window, filing idly through the mounds of miscellaneous letters and trinkets piled around him. An overhead cuckoo clock wheedled out a dinky tune as Sky scrutinized an oddly-shaped mask.
"Coffee?" Legend asked.
Sky looked up from the table, then smiled.
"Yes, please!"
"Wrong, it's tea. What kind do you want?"
Sky's eyebrows furrowed for a moment before he caught on.
"Oh, haha! You got me. Uh, I don't really know. Surprise me."
Legend nodded to himself as he poured the kettle into the two cups. "You like sweet stuff?"
"Yeah, big fan. Can't drink anything too hot, though. Hurts my face. You got any iced tea or something?"
Steam plumed from the cups. Legend let out a small snort.
"Would have been nice to know that earlier."
Sky scratched the back of his neck and had the decency to offer up an apologetic smile. With a roll of his eyes, Legend set the kettle down and hoisted himself onto the kitchen counter.
He knew he stored the ice cubes in one of the overhead cabinets, but which one? Cabinets opened and closed as Legend balanced precariously on the countertop. Where was it? Had he really been gone so long that he didn't know where his own things were?
"Hey Legend, what's this?"
Paper rustled. The legs of Sky's chair squeaked as he leaned back, and in the corner of his eye Legend saw his companion hold something up to his face.
"Little busy here," Legend mumbled, closing yet another cabinet full of pots and pans. Maybe he should give some to Ravio; the guy needed some things for his new place, anyway. "Can you describe it to me?"
A snicker, then a stifled sound of agreement. Legend would have turned around to glare at Sky if he wasn't busy gloating over his find; the ice, at last! The countertop groaned as Legend plopped the bag of ice atop it and hopped onto the floor.
"It's a letter," Sky began, his voice uncharacteristically suave. Legend's eyes narrowed. "It's in this little pink envelope, and there's a little heart sticker on it. Says on the back....'from Elise.' Oh ho ho! Who's Elise? And there's another one here! This one's white, and it has a flower sticker on the lip. Very, very cute. Is this from Elise, too? Let me see...oh goddesses! 'From Carmen!' Carmen! Now tell me, does Elise know about this Carmen?"
Sky looked up at him with an impossibly smug grin. Legend pressed the corners of his lips down as he pulled out the rest of the ingredients for the tea.
"They're just girls," Legend began. "Just-"
"Just girls? What kind of philosophy is that? And to think you criticize Warriors for his womanizing tendencies..."
"You didn't let me finish! They're just girls who work at the bakery in Castle Town. I don't know how they got my address, but one day they all started sending me letters like that."
Sky's eyebrows piqued upwards. It might have looked innocent if not for the devious smile on his face.
"Oh, I see. So why did you keep them? Elise and Carmen must have been very sorry to have not received any response," Sky said, rifling through the stack of pink and red and crème colored letters and flipping them over to read the names on the back. Legend pretended he didn't see Sky's grin widen. "And I'm guessing the same is true for poor Lisa...and Donatella...and Trish..."
It was a good thing that Legend was preoccupied with measuring out sugar and honey, because if he had been any closer to the ice cubes, they might have melted from the heat radiating off Legend's face.
"I'm serious, Sky! I don't know any of them. I don't know why they kept sending the letters -- I never even gave them my address! I mean, I'm sure they're all really nice girls, but I'm just not, you know, in the position to be in a relationship right now...with the traveling and heroics and all that..."
Silverware clattered as Legend pulled open a drawer and retrieved a fruit knife. The sound of shouting and running echoed from outside. Light streamed through the kitchen window, and the breeze pushed along dust bunnies on the floor. Sky studied Legend, watching with unusual intensity as the latter skinned and diced a peach, then folded his hands behind his head.
"Fine, fine. But one more question, then."
Legend made a vague sound that could have been read as either grateful or irritated; most likely, it was a combination of both. Sky pushed forward anyway.
"Why'd you keep them?"
"What?"
"The cards. Why did you keep them? Did you just not have a chance to throw them away or something?"
"Throw them away? Of course not! Did you see the paper they're made of? That sort of high quality cardstock doesn't come from just anywhere! If I can find a way to bleach the paper without damaging it, I can use it for all sorts of things!"
Sky snorted, smiled, and tossed a handful of pink cards back onto the table. Hoarder, indeed.
"I think that Ravio friend of yours is starting to rub off on you."
"He is not," Legend insisted, placing a spoon and straw in both cups before walking over to the table. Only after Sky brushed away the cards in front of him did Legend hand him his tea. "He would have tried to sell them off as antiques or something. Guy wouldn't know what a real antique was even if it was staring him in the face."
Sky hummed. The sound bubbled into his tea and set little capsules of air drifting across the frothy surface. "Hey, did you put peaches in this?"
"Yeah, you like it?"
Outside, Warriors cried foul and Hyrule said something about headshots. Sky sipped his drink again, then grinned. "Mmmm, delicious. Yeah, I love it! Give me the recipe sometime, huh?"
"Heh, will do. Glad you like it."
"And speaking of Ravio, where is he? Didn't you say he used to squat here?"
Legend nodded, hands cupped around his drink and goosebumps flaring from its soothing coolness. "He did, but he just moved out. Got his own shop by the castle, with a big nice sign out in front. Professionally made. It looks pretty good, honestly. I haven't seen him in a while, but I might drop by sometime to say hi."
"Ah, I see," Sky said, absently threading one of the love letters through his fingers. Legend shot him a dirty glare, but he paid it no mind. "Hey, you said that these girls somehow figured your address, right? Do you think Ravio might have given it out? Maybe while you were gone or something?"
"Ravio? That's ridiculous. He's not the sort of guy to do that. For the longest time he's been telling me to...to..."
Legend's eyes widened. The goosebumps along his arms grew more pronounced, and this time it wasn't from his chilly drink.
"He what?" Sky prompted.
"He's been telling me to get a girlfriend for the longest time and...he...he set me up. He set me up! He gave out my address to those girls. I know it! He...this is his fault!"
Sky burst into laughter. Tea sprayed across the table, splattering across rose-colored envelopes and sparkling cardstock. Legend punched him in the shoulder, hard, but Sky didn't stop.
"Ravio! Ravio as your wingman, I would have never thought! Doing the goddesses' work, he is!"
"Oh, shut up, would you? I'm not going to make you tea again!"
Their punching and tousling cooled when the front door swung open. A moment later, Four stepped inside, arms laden with groceries and a peculiar grin on his face.
"You're back!" Sky said. Legend mumbled something about Sky stating the obvious before placing his cup to his cheek, trying to smother his burning blush.
"Sorry to interrupt whatever was going on here," Four said. That odd smile was still on his face. "I’m just about to put all these groceries away, but there's something I need to give to Legend first."
"Me?" Legend asked. Four's grin widened; it looked unnervingly similar to the one Sky had worn just minutes ago.
"Yes, special delivery. From a certain 'Amelia'. It's the red box, yeah, that one."
Legend picked up the box gently, sandwiching it between his forearm and bicep, and shuddered. Sky and Four traded a sidelong look before the latter darted off into the kitchen.
"Well? What do you think it is?" Sky asked.
"I don't want to know," Legend whispered. He took a seat by the table before tossing the box by his cup. Something rustled inside.
"Open it..."
"Open it!" Four chimed from the kitchen. His voice was unusually high.
With a world weary sigh, Legend edged his fingers under the box cover and slowly lifted it upwards.
"Well? What is it?"
"Wait, would you? I can't tell..."
Legend leaned forward, squinting.
His eyes widened.
With an undignified BANG, he slammed the box shut and launched it across the room. His face was stained a dangerous color of scarlet.
"...well?" Sky repeated, "what was it?"
Legend let out a short breath, then leaned over to cradle his head in his hands.
"...remind me to kill Ravio the next time I see him," he growled.
Sky and Four burst into laughter, and even Legend couldn't fully stifle a smile.
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pawsitivelymiraculous · 4 years ago
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Meeting for the first time. (Day one)
A/N: Okay so I'm going to try to do this. I am going to make a tag list so if you want to be tagged please let me know. Btw most of them are going to be one shots but I may continue some of them like this one. Also, I'm sorry for the rushed ending and the formatting, my computer decided to hate me today so I'm doing this from my phone I'll fix it tomorrow.
@biodad-bruce-month
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Meeting Part one
"Marinette, sweetheart, you are adopted."
Adopted
When her parents told her they had something important to talk to her she figured it was about school or worst-case scenario, they found out about her extracurricular activities as a super heroine.
No, instead they told Marinette that her whole life had been a lie. 
They sat her down and explained that she had been adopted when she was nine months old. They tripped over themselves trying to reassure her that they loved her as their own and tried to defend the reason why they never told her.
Marinette didn't know what to think. Things like this were only supposed to happen in movies. Not become her reality. 
Marinette felt so confused as she tried to process it all. None of it made sense. Tom and Sabine were her biological parents. They… they had to be.
But, the truth was slowly sinking in. 
Marinette had never truly understood the expression "ignorance is bliss" until that moment. Somehow not knowing the truth felt like a better option than the alternative.
"But, why now?" Marinette asked hesitantly. "If you weren't planning to ever tell me, then why do it now?" 
She really hoped she was wrong, but in movies that was when they tell her that one of her bio parents died. Usually, said parent was royalty meaning that she would be next in line for the throne. Oh gosh, would she have to move to a strange country and rule it? 
Oh wait, she was apparently born in America. And as far as Marinette knew, America didn't have a monarch.
She snapped out of her thoughts in time to see Tom and Sabine share a look. Finally, Sabine spoke up "Do you remember the scholarship honey?"
She did. 
Marinette had been given a one in a lifetime opportunity to study in a prestigious art school in the outskirts of Paris and was offered a scholarship that covered half of the tuition.
Unfortunately, the Dupain-cheng's didn't have enough money to cover the other half. While the bakery was fairly popular, all of their savings had dried up the month prior when the delivery truck broke down, and they were forced to buy a new one.
Because of this, Marinette had to turn down the scholarship. 
Marinette's stomach dropped as she realized that her parents... or well Tom and Sabine had been struggling financially, even without the scholarship, because of her, with the knowledge of being adopted she couldn't help but feel like an unnecessary burden to them.
Seeing her daughter's crestfallen expression, Sabine rushed to Marinette's side giving her a small hug before saying. "Sweetie, we love you okay? And it broke our hearts when you had to turn down that amazing opportunity, so we tried to contact your biological father hoping he would be able to help us." She explained. 
"We never heard back from him." Tom chimed in "but we thought it would be better to let you know in case we do later on." 
Marinette nodded. That… made sense, and it was far better than what Marinette had immediately assumed.
Still, all the information was too overwhelming. Marinette needed to talk to the kwamis, they would help her understand the situation better. 
"I- I need to go." Marinette stood up and sprinted up the stairs, towards her room. Ignoring her parents who called after her.
She ran up to her bed and landed face first in it. All the kwamis flew out from their hiding spots and gathered around her.
Tikki nuzzled her cheek. "Oh Marinette, I'm so sorry."
Marinette let out a small humorless chuckle. "So, you heard huh?"
"Sure did, bug." Plagg said, floating close to her face. "Personally, I think we should find that father of yours and… you know… bless him with a not so great day."
This time Marinette actually laughed. "I think you meant curse and no, we are not going to do that." Plagg rolled his eyes.
Suddenly, Marinette felt tired. She could continue talking with the kwamis later. She needed to sleep, yeah"I think I'm going to sleep for a bit," she informed them
Tikki nodded. "Sweet dreams Marinette." The rest of the kwamis echoed this as Marinette drifted off to sleep.
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Plagg grinned as he turned on the computer. 
Tikki flew up to him. "What are you doing?" She asked, scandalized.
"We are going to google Pigtails' biological father," he explained. 
Tikki groaned, "you don't even know how to use a computer! And there's no 'we' if you want to do something that's your problem!"
Plagg smirked devilishly "Sugar Cube, we are literal gods. We can do this! Don't you want to know who he is."
Tikki begrudgingly agreed, she even helped him open the browser. "Okay so type in 'Bruce Wayne'"she instructed. "And then press that weird looking key that says enter alright?"
Plagg complied. The two kwamis turned to look at the results. 
Both kwamis gaped at the screen. Plagg whispered."Well, if this is the same guy but if so-"
"Then Marinette is the daughter of a billionaire." Tikki cut in, examining the picture. "Plagg, I think this is him."
"It's the eyes isn't it?" Tikki nodded.  "Yeah, well that would mean that a freaking billionaire ignored the pleas of the adoptive parents of his biological daughter!" Plagg exclaimed, growing angry.
"Well maybe he didn't believe them?" Tikki tried to reason.
Plagg suddenly growled at the screen."Look! He has like as many kids as he has money!" 
Tikki frowned, "Then why would he abandon his daughter?"
"Because he's a jerk! And I thought my kid's dad was bad!" Plagg glared at the picture causing Tikki to giggle. "What?"
"I don't think I've ever seen you so worked up over something that isn't cheese." She teased.
Plagg huffed, "well, your Bug gives me cheese, but if she's sad then she forgets. So it's really in my best interest to make sure Pigtails isn't upset."
Tikki laughed. "Yeah, yeah I totally believe you." She said sarcastically. "Anyways, do you think Marinette realizes her father is famous? "
Plagg snorted. "Are you kidding? If she knew she would still be freaking out." Tikki hummed in agreement. "Well, I think that now that we know who he is it's time to do what Pigtails would not let me do." Plagg concluded.
"Wait, what? No!" Tikki exclaimed.
"Ooo can I help with that?" A new voice asked. The kwamis turned to see Kaalki looking at them with a mischievous grin.
"Sure thing!" Plagg said just as Tikki was saying "No!"
The two ignored the spotted kwamii and began plotting how they were going to make sure Bruce Wayne would have the most unfortunate luck for at least a couple of days.
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It had not been a very good day for Bruce.
The DNA test had finally arrived, and he found out that he did, in fact, have another biological child. Unfortunately, Tim found the test and his efforts of trying to keep it a secret had been in vain because then most of his children interrogated him about their newfound sibling. Even Jason was there which was surprising.
Thankfully, they were wise enough not to tell Damian, because otherwise Marinette Dupain-cheng would have been in grave danger.
Dick, along with the rest, insisted that they needed to meet Marinette. So with the help of Tim, they arranged a trip to Paris for the next day. Meaning that Bruce had less than 12 hours to find Marinette and talk to her before that happened.
So as soon as all of his kids left, he asked Alfred to arrange an early flight. 
Which is how he found himself in front of Collège Françoise Dupont, the high school his daughter attended. 
In the rush, he had forgotten to call beforehand, so he called Alfred and asked him to inform Marinette's parents of his arrival. 
Bruce still wanted to talk to Marinette before Dick or someone else inevitably found out that he had left. So he got out of the car and walked inside, only to be greeted by a very flustered looking principal.
It wasn't until she called him "Mister Wayne" that Marinette realized who he was. 
"Mister Wayne! It's uh, an honor to meet you!" The man exclaimed nervously while shakily  extending his hand. "I received your call and I informed Marinette's homeroom teacher of your arrival. They- they should be in my office right now."
Bruce thanked him. On the way to the office Mr. Damocles told him "What an excellent student" Marinette was. He insisted that Marinette was one of the best students in his school. It made Bruce suspicious of the way that principal treated the rest of his students.
Finally, they arrived at the office. Marinette sat in a chair looking rather confused as her teacher stood next to her wearing a tight smile.
Mrs. Bustier introduced herself in a similar manner as Mr. Damocles. 
It wasn't until she called him "Mister Wayne" that Marinette realized who he was. 
Her face paled as she let out a small gasp. "You- you are my father."
In retrospect, he probably should have introduced himself to her first.
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cherripeach · 3 years ago
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Chapter 12
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Little Match Maker
Summary: Your life motto is “I have the power of god and anime on my side, don’t mess with me,” and you stand by that with your life. No human, magician, or random creature could ever stop your firm belief in it.
However, getting transported to this world that seemed to turn your already bad luck worse was not what you wanted to be in your life story, but you made the most of it. Making friends, enemies, and disasters, you were in your prime in this world, and so you decided to help as many people as you could flourish, at least what you believed to be.
Chapter 1:9 Fre sha vaca do
Lunch Time Group Chat!
Warnings: Curse words, 
Words: 2.5k
Relationships: developing but future twstxreader
The glare from the upperclassman Prefect standing behind Ace onto Ace could slowly disintegrate you, which is why you are very appreciative it was not directed at you. 
Cater flashed some finger guns and greeted the new face, “Hey there, Riddle! You look super cute today, too!” He even added a wink for effect. 
Riddle, the new face at your table, scoffed and turned his head to face Cater only to tighten his lips, then, relax them into a sickly smile, “Keep talking like that, Cater, and it will be off with your head, too.” 
Cater held up his hands, “Come on now, please go easy on me.” 
Grim whispered to you, “This is the guy who put that weird collar on me during the Opening Ceremony!” 
“Looks like it,” was your only response, but you were more concerned with how someone so small could have so much anger. Closer to hell is what you always believed. 
Riddle moved his sight onto you and Grim before starting his lecture, “You two are the ones who caused a ruckus yesterday, aren’t you?” He pointed his finger at Grim, “Would you refrain from referring to someone’s unique magic as ‘a weird collar’? Good grief, the Headmaster is too soft. Letting someone off the hook for not following the rules once will break the foundation. All those who don’t follow the rules should just say goodbye to their heads.” He shook his head at the end, but he seemed to talk in a continuous sigh as if everything was bothering him.
You mimicked his sickly smile he demonstrated before and started, “I’m sorry, but please concern yourself with your dorm members and their activities before you come at me.” You closed your eyes and smiled tight for dramatic effect at the end.
Riddle’s mouth flew open as he began to mumble, “Wha..what ever could you mean?”
Ace and Deuce were in a silent conversation below the new Prefect while his eyes were still wide on you. 
“I just thought that bullying and threatening to use magic on campus would be against the rules,” You shrugged your shoulders while frowning. 
A little, ‘Hmph’, came out of Riddle before he decided, “I’ll deal with your issue later, but know that the Headmaster may have forgiven you, but the next time you break the rules, I won’t let you off so easily.” 
You lightly rolled your eyes and drank some of your drink because you knew that this boy would take a while for him to calm down about your past mishaps. 
“Um…” Ace butted into your conversation and your glare off with a question, “By the way, Prefect… Is it possible for you to remove this collar?” His hand directed itself to point at the thing around his neck. 
Riddle nodded his head and answered, “I was thinking of removing it once you’ve repented, but judging from what you said a while ago, it seems like you’ve yet to do so. I’ll have you walk around like that for a while longer.You don’t have to worry.” He shook his head with the brightest smile on his face, “The 1st years’ lessons are focused more on classroom learning rather than magic training. If you can’t use magic, then something like yesterday’s ruckus should be impossible. It’s perfect, isn’t it? Now, if you’re done eating, hurry and go to your next class. Rule #271 of the Queen of Hearts: ‘You must not spend more than 15 minutes sitting at the table after you’ve eaten.’You know what happens when you break the rules, don’t you?” His smile disappeared after that, which brought you much more comfort than it should have. 
Ace sighed in response and muttered, “Another weird rule..”
Riddle voiced out, “Answer me with ‘Yes, Prefect!’”
Ace and Deuce both replied, “Yes, Prefect!”
Riddle nodded and ended with, “Good.”
Trey, the savior of you all, cut into the conversation, “Now, now. I’ll see them off, don’t worry.” His normal smile was far stretched too wide for your liking. 
Riddle scoffed for the fiftieth time you have been in the same conversation as him, “You’re the Vice Prefect, so you better do your job properly. As stated by the Queen of Hearts’ Rule #339, ‘After-meal lemon tea should have nothing more or less than 2 sugar cubes in it.’ In order to protect that rule, I shall need to buy more sugar cubes at the school store. I’ll be taking my leave now.” The Prefect was then found muttering to himself and walking away.
“Wait, man!” You tried to get his attention and even stood up, but the small dude was already on his way, too concerned about whatever he was mumbling about. 
Cater shivered,  “Man, that was scary…” Cater turned to you once you sat down, winked, and whistled, “But since I was here, I protected the sweet, little, new prefect from getting hurt.”
You rolled your eyes and thanked in a bland tone with a smile, “You are so amazing, Cat! I can almost see how respected you are.” 
Grim pulled on your coat to get your attention, “He’s really lookin’ like a bad guy now, yanno? That Prefect.” 
“Hey, that’s very rude!” Deuce seemed to disagree, but considering that he was shaking five seconds ago, you would disagree with him. 
“As much as I would like to say, he isn’t a bad guy. He’s really disproving my point,” You claimed. 
Two students with red bands passed by your table muttering something about a rule, you assumed one of Riddle’s, and how there needs to be a bit more freedom. That was all you could take from it. 
Trey and Cater went silent at that and just stared into space. 
Trey sighed before addressing, “The Dorm Head managed to become the head one week after getting into the school. He’s a little bit sharp-tongued, but he’s only got the dorm’s best intentions in mind, so he’s not really a bad guy…”
Grim shook his head, “People who think like that don’t just put collars on others.”
Cater and Trey both laughed before exhaling at the same time. Neither one of them had a smile on their face. 
You brought up something that has been bothering you, “You are right, Grim. However, my main problem is that the tiny Prefect is creating a space of fear and not safety for these boys at this school. Safety and acceptance should always come first. Fear only destroys.” You place a hand on your chin, “That magic spell thing doesn’t seem to help either.”
Cater tilted his head at your, “Hm? You mean Riddle’s unique magic?”
“Unique… “ Deuce voiced, “Meaning, it’s only exclusive to the Prefect?”
Trey explained, “Putting aside all the other magic in the world, magic that can only be used by one person is called ‘unique magic’. I think you’ll learn about it in detail if you pay attention in class.”
You joined in, “Very unique!”
Deuce and Ace only groaned at your joke. 
Cater furthered Trey’s explanation, “Riddle’s unique magic is being able to seal off another person’s magic for a given time.It’s called…
Off with your head!” The Queen of Hearts flashed in your mind while Cater made a cutting motion across his neck. 
Grim shrieked, “Even the name’s scary!” And clutched your cloak in his paws.
Cater agreed, “It is, especially, since magicians having their magic sealed off is similar to having your head chopped off. That's why, as long as you’re in this dorm, it’s better not to go against Riddle.” He smiled warily at everyone. 
You clicked your teeth with your tongue. 
Trey disputed, “Conversely, as long as you follow the rules, he can be pretty gentle.”
“Oh yeah,” Ace blew on his bangs, “Am I gonna be chased out again if I don’t come back with a tart…?” He smiled showing his teeth, but his eyes were narrow along with his eyebrows being stuck close together. 
Cater frowned, “Pretty much, That’s what Rule #53 says, after all. Oh, and since Riddle was looking forward to getting the first slice of that whole cake, he probably won’t forgive you if you don’t bring the same thing,” He ruffled his own hair and apologized, “Sorry about that.”
Ace huffed, “You said you want to get along, but you won’t let me off that easily, huh?!”
“This and that are different,” Cater objected with a sway of his hands. 
Deuce pointed out, “Still, isn’t a whole tart a little bit expensive?”
Ace groaned and smacked the table with his head, “I don’t have that much money though…” He even lifted his head to gaze at you with puppy eyes. 
You gave him a look of disgust back. 
Cater suggested, “Then why not make some?Those tarts were all made by,” He paused for dramatic effect and pointed both his hands to the green haired upperclassman,  “Trey here, y’know?”
“Ooooh,” You just had to comment, “Cute and can cook. Def husband material.” You giggled at the end of your comment. You were insanely jealous of whoever married him. 
Trey flushed a little at your statement and stammered out, “Well, not.. not really…” He began playing with his glasses after; he even took them off to clean them. 
Ace gasped out, “You made all that Trey-senpai?! Amazing! It’s better than what they sell here!” He stood up and motioned to the room around him, pulling a couple of eyes to the table the group was at. 
Trey, glasses back on,  admitted with a cough, “Thanks. I think I have most of the tools and ingredients here… But I won’t simply offer you my services.” His smile returned as his eyebrows rose up. 
Ace broke out again, “Eh?! You’re gonna ask us to pay you!?” He, finally, decided to sit back down because now even more eyes were on him. 
Trey chuckled and shook his head, “There’s no way I can extort money from a junior, you know? The next tart that Riddle wants to eat requires a lot of chestnuts. Would you mind gathering some for me?” 
Ace pouted, “It’s troublesome either way…! So, how much do you need?” 
“It’s going to be used for the Unbirthday Party,” Trey stopped to think, “So about two to three hundred will do.” He put up three fingers on his hand. 
Grim and deuce spurted out and jumped up, “That much!?”
You tilted your head in thought, “But aren’t they real tiny, so I guess it makes some sense…”You squeezed your thumb and index finger together.
Trey answered, “I’ll have you help me with roasting them and peeling them.” As if any of you knew how to do that. 
Grim whined at you, “Can I go back home? Pleaseeeeee.”
Deuce joined in Grim’s whines directed at you, “Me too.”
You blurted out, “No.”
Ace accused the two, “You traitors!” 
“If anything, I can help out,” You volunteered like the amazing person you are, not because it kinda sounded like free food. Not at all, “I don’t know what to do tho, sorry. But besides, it's not like I have much to do or look forward to from that dorm.” 
Cater clapped his hands in glee, “Making them together and then eating them together will make it more delicious!” He closed his eyes and smiled wide, “It’s that making memories that count. It might even help you start a cooking blog for all we know.”
Trey put a finger up to his lip, “Keep this a secret from the Prefect, but freshly made marron tart is the best. The only ones who can eat it as soon as it gets out of the oven are the ones who made it, you know?”
Grim on the same page as you knew this was free food, “Hey, you boys! Get your rear in gear! We’re gonna go pick some chestnuts ‘til we drop!” Food was the prime motivator for your dorm. 
You smirked at the cat, “Matching vibes, are we?” Turning to your green haired upperclassman, you questioned, “Where would we find these anyway?” 
Trey informed the group, “There are a lot of chestnut trees right by the forest behind the school’s botanical garden.”
Ace gave Trey a thumbs up before turning back to you, Deuce, and Grim, “Alright! Then, let’s gather in front of the greenhouse after school.” 
“Go, go! We’re goin’ chestnut picking!” Grim cheered from the table.
“Wait, does anyone know where the garden even is?” You asked. 
All three of them watched you correcting you, “Shouldn’t you know, Supervisor?”
Frustrated beyond belief at these three you smacked each one on the head and told them to, “Screw off, and never beg for anything from me again!”
Lunch ended peacefully with shoves from both Deuce and Ace, and Grim making your hair even more like a yarn ball the cat would love. 
The rest of the day passed by quickly.
In your first class after lunch, which was astrology where two homerooms were combined for it, you blanked out half the lesson and almost fell asleep, but you can really remember seeing and speaking to the feminine boy from the purple house. He dropped his pencil on the ground, and when you tried to give him his pencil that fell off his desk, he snatched it from your hand and rolled his eyes at you. 
You replied to him, “Okay, who shit in your cornflakes today?” 
The boy turned back to you scoffed and cringed, “I’m sure it was from just seeing your face.” 
You just turned away and slapped your head with the textbook, which was not the best idea as it created a noise that alerted the professor who then stared at you with confusion on his face and because the textbook hurts. 
The feminine boy let out a giggle while you were being lectured by the professor, and you were gonna hold that accomplishment high. 
Your last class of the day which was just an introduction of the school and its history had you stuck next to the tall green haired male from P.E. from another class. He never introduced himself, but whenever he would ask questions he would shoot his hand straight up and practically yell in your ear as if the professor was deaf. 
You basically lost your hearing in your right ear that day. The ear will always live with great achievements. 
He also scolded you whenever you said, “Complete bullshit.” to Ace.
Something about how such language should never come out of anyone who goes to the same school as his ‘young master’ does. Now that was ‘complete bullshit.’
The three of your friends laughed at you the rest of the class for having someone your age scold you like a mother would. 
Classes finally ended, and the three of you made your way to the Hearts dorm to drop your bags off.
You were just happy to receive some food for free.
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Life has been a disaster! I’m not dead tho. 
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