#and now i have to go eat a 'proper dinner' even though i just ate something and have literally no appetite

[valley-of-headcanons]

hiii!! so I’m actually the anon who requested those bold! farmer head canons for Harvey all that time ago! unfortunately, I’m still a harvey simp!!! (and I still love ur writing so much lol)

how about harvey with a farmer who just…. does not eat well. like, his microwave-dinner centered diet is significantly better than what farmer eats in a day lol. and sometimes they literally just eat snacks throughout the day with no proper food. not for any depressing reasons, mostly just laziness! and harvey is just…. politely horrified. (and progressively less polite about it the closer they get lmao.)

harvey x malnutritioned!farmer || headcanons

when harvey learns that the farmer lives off of snacks and not real meals, the doctor in him can't help but step in!

warnings: unhealthy eating habits, skipping meals, etc.

requested by: anon! hiya, thank you for requesting again! sorry it took so long! i hope you enjoy, i had a whole lot of fun writing! :)

• Your first check-up with Dr. Harvey was a simple one, he checked the normal boxes needed to be filled. He was a bit stern when learning about your eating habits. He inquired heavily, but he soon came to terms with it. Harvey was not keen on snacking throughout the day instead of eating a real meal to refuel, but he was a doctor, not your parent! So, he gave you a pamphlet on eating healthier and sent you on your way.

• Harvey was NOT pleased when you had passed out in the mines due to a lack of energy. You got a very stern talking to! “Please, do not jeopardize yourself like this! Your health is very important, and you have to have energy with your busy schedule! You can take time out of your day to have a full meal, no more snacking! You have to properly refuel your energy ... could I help you with making a meal plan? With nutritious food?”

• You tried your hardest to follow Harvey's meal plan, cooking for yourself or going to the Saloon if you were too tired to fix anything. You hated to admit it, but ... it worked. You were way more energetic, and you certainly did feel better! ... on days where you actually followed it. You were so busy, and time started slipping away from you ... you fell back into your old ways. And your now boyfriend Harvey was picking up on it.

• “Dear, I say this with all the love in my heart ... your eating habits scare me. No, terrify me. This is not a way to maintain your body! Please, start taking more care of yourself, love ... as much as I love having you in my office, I can't have you there for actually being sick from malnourishment. I know you're busy, but please set aside some time for simple self care ...”

• Harvey was set on helping you out, making a second lunch everyday just in case you stopped by the office. It was a daily ritual, and you had at least one full meal a day! Look at you go! Harvey had infiltrated your snacky lifestyle, but not fully. You were still skipping breakfast and even dinner some nights, you were just so busy. Things definitely changed when you married Harvey, though.

• The day Harvey moved in, you could tell he was a force to be reckoned with. Every morning, he'd be awake before you with a full breakfast made. He'd kiss you on the forehead before guiding you to the table, making sure you ate at least a little bit before heading out for the day. He was a very concerned husband!

• Harvey would also cook dinner. Now Harvey is not the most amazing cook in the world, sometimes he'd opt for TV dinners and boxed mac and cheese. But, he'd have something for you nonetheless! And if he didn't, that just meant date night at the Saloon! Even nights where you'd come home late, he'd have a note on the counter telling you there's food in the microwave. You'll also be lectured in the morning about staying out so late.

• Harvey is so in love with you, and he really wants to make sure you're happy and healthy. Your health is most important to him. Yes, he's the doctor for the whole town, but you're the love of his life. He's going to care for his spouse the best he can. And he will take care of you for as long as you'll have him.

[hopefulidiocy]

PROMPT

“You are a Vampire, and your partner is a Vampire Hunter. They found out a few days ago, and left in the night. Now they’ve returned with tears in their eyes and a stake in their hands.”

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https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/s/PILrNdOwjB - link to the original post.‼️

‼️I absolutely loved this idea as a cute filler between my requested stuff. Hope you enjoy :)

VampireHunter!Aemond x Vampire!Reader

He knows. He knows. He knows.

That’s all that went through your head for the past three days after Aemond found out your deadly secret. You’re a Vampire. And he fucking hates Vampires. Most people do these days, some horrific propaganda has been circulating about them. They will come for your children in the night! Was a favourite amongst the Smallfolk and every evening when you and Aemond walked, arm in arm, there was a hanging Vampire on the City Walls with a stake through their heart. A new one every day. The walls were coming in closer, every second you were being sought out even though no one suspected it.

The day he found out went like any other, you made breakfast and ate together… you made love that day and it was the most magical moment, an energy surge, the Gods must’ve tried to tell you that this would be the last time you held him in your arms, the last time he would tell you he loved you. He left for work not long after, going around and torturing your people as if they meant nothing, as if they didn’t have people who loved them.

There are murderers, kidnappers, horrific people walking around these very walls and still they aren’t as bad as Vampires. No, Vampires are worse. They suck on the blood of innocent people but had no one ever thought for one second that Vampires can also be innocent. You, for example, haven’t feasted on a human being since you were a child. Since the Hunters began their miserable torture of you and your people. You still remembered your mother, writhing in pain as they strung her up the large oak tree and the crowd that gathered when the glinting stake twinkled before splatting her insides. You remembered the tear marked cheeks your sister had, her teeth bare and your father hollowing out so much so that he never came back to who he used to be.

You lived under the radar until you fell in love with the enemy, until you tasted the heavenly sweetness of the enemy, you never thought about hurting him, you never would hurt a human. You feasted on raw meat from animals, the way most Smallfolk would eat from being too poor to create proper food.

You thought about his eye, how he leaked just one tear when he saw your bare teeth for the first time. You didn’t even know he would be back so early, you were drinking the blood of some animal that your sister brought to you and you relished in that taste of iron when Aemond was at the door, his bag slumped beside his feet, his mouth making a small ‘o’ shape as you wiped your mouth. Of course, he thought it was the blood of an innocent human. The words that came out of his mouth, the disgusting stereotyped words… you would never forget it. And then the door slammed shut, you were on your knees, sobbing and begging for him to just listen.

But he didn’t listen.

You were making dinner, some raw beef and a cup of plasma that you grew yourself secretly in the attic. You were about to sit down when the door opened, your heart thumped hard against your chest, you knew this was coming, you knew the end was coming but you begged the Gods above that he wouldn’t be the love of your life. Aemond stood there, disheveled with the largest stake you had ever seen in your life, his face was a tornado of hurt and anger, you wished you could just hold him but he was disgusted by the sight of you. He approached, slowly like a cat, before lurching towards you. You managed to dodge him, your hands up in surrender.

“Aemond, let me explain all of this.” You whispered, looking at the hate on his face as his hand gripped the stake harder.

“No need for an explanation, y/n. You’ve been free for too long.” He spat.

“You don’t mean that, Aemond.” You were shocked by his venomous words, the difference between him now and him at the beginning of the week.

“I mean every word, you’re a disgusting creature and it’s time we rid all of you from this world.” He lunged forward again, you caught his wrist before it plunged into your heart, he was shaking.

“You’re shaking. You don’t want to do this. You don’t want to kill me.” You managed, your mouth drying up.

“I do.” He swallowed hard.

“No, Aemond. You haven’t let me explain anything, you haven’t given me that right. I deserve that.” You said.

“Don’t you think I deserved to know I married a fucking vampire?” He whispered, hatefully.

“You did deserve it. But how could I tell you? You make a living out of killing my people. I knew that one day you would find out and you would kill me, but I just wanted to taste what happiness truly felt like, and I regret I didn’t have longer with that.” Tears were streaming down your face, you must look like your mother. His breathing hitched, the stake stumbled slightly in his hand before he strengthened his grip towards your heart.

“Don’t make this harder for me, y/n.” He whispered. “Please.” A sad, lonely tear trickled down his porcelain skin and instinctively you reached up, your hand cupped his cheek as your thumb softly grazed the tear away. Such a gentle touch, it was barely anything, but both of you broke down. Ugly crying as he held the stake at you, your hand on his face and you knew from the outside this was such an odd sight.

“I wish, so badly, I wasn’t like this. I truly begged for the Gods to take it away from me after my mother was strung up on a tree in our safe little village, when the light shut off inside her. I remember the way the breeze whipped around my hair as she left me, and I decided, as did my family, to turn to the blood of animals. I’ve never touched a human except in love. I would never.” You whispered, removing your hand.

“This is my job, y/n. I have to do this. I’m so sorry.” He said, wiping his tears and holding the stake high above his head.

You resigned to your fate and you would look into his eyes as he killed you, you would let him be haunted by the light leaving your eyes after his hand killed you in the middle of Spring. You saw him purse his lips, his arm shaking as he held it high in the air. Tears stained your cheeks as he breathed in, you were ready to see your mother again. So you watched as the stake came tumbling down, but it didn’t pierce your heart, instead it fell to the ground. He couldn’t do it.

“I’m sorry.” He wiped his mouth and turned away from you. “I cannot kill you. I can’t do it.” He turned to face you again, your heart beating as you crashed into his chest, your tears staining his shirt. “Gods, I love you, y/n. You have to understand, my loyalty lies with the Crown and the King ensured me with this duty.”

“I love you too, Aemond. It’s okay, we’ll find a way around it, I promise.” You stared up at him, stroking his long hair.

“You made me the happiest man alive.” He reached for your cheek, stroking them softly just like he did when you made love earlier in the week. “You are the most radiant, beautiful woman and I’ll never have another like you.”

“Aemond? What are you talking about?” You backed away then, wringing your own hands together.

“I’m truly sorry, y/n.” He gave a quick nod before the Hunters came tumbling into the house, taking you by the arms and pinning them behind your back. You writhed against their grip, screaming out and gulping for air as they dragged you harshly out of the house. Aemond couldn’t watch for a second longer before he had to turn around, you saw his shoulders begin to shake.

“Aemond!” You screamed, a guttural cry, before they brought you to the Town Square, where people were chanting with stakes in their hands, pinning you down to the ground. “Aemond!” You wrestled against their ropes and ties, you begged for him to come for you and help you out, you knew he didn’t want this to happen. You knew he didn’t want you to die.

But he didn’t come for you.

[nnnneeev]

(all) obey me characters with gn!mc who gets immersed in doing something that they forgot to eat their meal

Lucifer

"...good grief”

will constantly remind you to eat your meals. have you forgotten that you’re human?

gives you a stern lecture about the bad effects of skipping meals. i hope you learned your lesson now

if you still forget, he might just have to use his last resort..

that’s right, he’ll prepare you your meal himself. no you cannot reject it. he needs to witness you eating it with his own two eyes

Mammon

"what do you mean you forgot?”

a bit clueless but then he remembered that constantly skipping meals are bad for humans

what if you passed out from hunger??!

gives you cup noodles. well, it’s better than nothing!

you’re not allowed to complain. that’s all he's got right now. promises to treat you something better next time

Levi

"Well I haven’t eaten anything since morning.”

he knows the feeling. he’d also get immersed in gaming that he constantly loose track of the time

even though there’s snacks lying around his room..

maybe you can both share these rainbow pizza together?

cheers to the team ‘woops i forgot to eat again’

Satan

“Eating proper meals are vital for a human to survive.”

invites you to a cafe. you need to wind down for a bit and eat something

better late than eat nothing at all

suggests you to try the pomodoro method

makes you something to drink as well. it’s not much but aside from eating, you also need to stay hydrated

Asmo

"WHAT?! Oh no, hon. We’re going to hell’s kitchen RIGHT NOW!”

seriously? how could you forget? you’re not on a diet, are you?

nuh-uh. you’re not going to skip your meal. not on his watch

oh you often lose track of the time? how about he spoon feeds you instead? <3

skipping meals is bad for your skin, darling. make sure you don’t forget now, okay?

Beel

“Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?”

boy will make it his sworn duty to always remind you to eat

worries about you. he can’t even imagine what would it feel like to skip meals

will pick you up in your room every dinner time

he knows what you’re doing right now is important, but eating to replenish your strength is also important, y’know?

Belphie

“..is that so?”

will order something if you like. cooking is too bothersome

lets you do your own thing

but if you’re still constantly forgetting it, he’s gonna pull his youngest brother card on you

tries to catch your attention/clings on you like a koala. will not let you go until you come down to the dining hall with him

Diavolo

“Aren’t humans supposed to eat at least three times a day?”

ohhh so humans tend to forget something important like this, i see i see

Will ask barbatos to prepare you something. eat up!

proposes to do your works together. in that way, missing your meals would be impossible

reviews what the stuff you’re working on is all about (despite his tight schedule). maybe he can do something to lessen your workload

Barbatos

"Oh dear, that’s no good. You should take care of yourself more often.”

will cook for you, that’s a given

the food he made is nutritionally balanced; calculated to perfection to make up with the energy you lost

pairs it with tea. it will help you relax

keeps a mental note to himself about this habit of yours

Luke

"You should at least eat something, you know?!”

scolds you for not taking care of yourself

will deliver you cookies to snack on after you ate your meal

‘Solomon said that eating sugar gives you energy... so i prepared this for you!’

will also leave some cute motivational notes together with the sweets

Simeon

"You forgot...? I see. I’ll bring you something so stay put, okay?”

makes you his signature BLT sandwich

sandwiches are great snack when working on something that requires a lot of focus

he’s made sure to add extra servings of your favorite sides

leaves it on your table and will check on you from time to time 

Solomon

"Stay right there. I’ll whip something up for you real quick.” “Solomon, you really don’t have to...” “No, I insist. I promise you’re gonna like this.”

it’s a great opportunity for him to try this new and improved recipe of his

sorry it’s too late to stop him now. you’ll just have to prepare for the worst..

got too enthusiastic in cooking that he already blew the kitchen up three times

just.. ignore those explosions and focus on what you’re doing

Thirteen

"I have some leftovers here. Not sure if you’ll like it, but it’s still better than whatever that damned sorcerer has to offer”

your name’s not on the list so she’s not that worried that you’ll die from hunger

but you’re still human. aren’t you supposed to eat something at least?

there’s a shop that just opened recently. wanna go check it out? yea just forget whatever you were doing earlier. let’s have fun instead!

her treat since she’s the one who invited you to go with her

Raphael

"We have plenty of leftovers from last night. Solomon made it so I’m sure it tastes amazing.”

no? well, how about an apple?

will keep an eye on you from a distance

you were too focused that you didn’t even notice someone leaving snacks on your desk (or maybe it’s just because he’s too stealthy)

sometimes it’s a cupcake, oftentimes it’s an unidentified matter

Mephisto

“Are humans really this careless? Just what will Lord Diavolo say I let a human like you collapse from hunger?

mc think of what will happen to diavolo’s reputation if a human got sick because they’re not eating well

you’re not doing this on purpose, are you? ..no? are humans really like this?

brace yourself because you’re about to get the fanciest, most expensive-looking full-course meal you’ll ever get

prepared by his personal chef ofc. consider yourself lucky

[leossmoonn]

In love with ur Mike writings<33 can you write something about spending your first thanksgiving with Mike and Abby?

thank you :D and yes omg i love this idea!

bro this lowk angsty but it has a happy ending lol

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thanksgiving was not something mike really did. he wasn’t really thankful for anything in his life — besides abby, of course. he hated his job, his house, his car, his nightmares. and even though abby and mike butt heads sometimes — all the time — he was thankful he had somebody like her to keep him getting out of bed in the morning and working. he started to feel just a tad better about his life when you came into the picture.

on the holidays, usually mike would take abby out to restaurants to have a meal. granted, abby rarely ate anything, but they both collectively agreed that it was special. but now that you were with mike, things changed.

“do you cook during thanksgiving?” you ask a week before the holiday.

“um, no,” mike shakes his head. “we usually go to like, applebee’s or something.”

“oh, how fancy,” you tease. mike chuckles softly and nods. “it’s a lot less expensive, believe it or not. we rarely go out anyways, so it’s like a little treat for us.”

“i see,” you hum. “would you want to continue your little tradition?”

he shrugs, “i don’t know why we wouldn’t. we have nothing better to do.”

“i could think of something,” you say. he glances at you. “you can come with us, if that’s what you were thinking. you’re always invited out with abby and i.”

you can’t help but smile. god, he’s so cute when he’s clueless. you take his hand and he turns his full attention from the tv to you.

“i was thinking we could have a proper thanksgiving.”

mike’s heart stops. “uh, uhm… no, it’s fine. it would take all day to cook and abby might not even eat anything. that’s so much food and money wasted.”

“don’t you worry about the money. i got it covered,” you take his hand in yours. “and we can cut down the portions. make a small thanksgiving meal and make just enough to have leftovers the next day. i think it would be fun. i can start cooking tonight, even.”

mike sucks in a breath, hesitating to say yes, even though he wants to. he hasn’t had a thanksgiving dinner since before garrett disappeared. it’s so painful for him to think of his last thanksgiving. it’s one of the last happy memories he has with his family. and now you want to do it with him, which was just another issue in itself for mike.

he’s not used to people doing things for him. and when they do, he pushes them away.

albeit, he’s started to get used to accepting favors and help, and it’s all thanks to you. all the dinner dates you’ve gone on, you’ve probably paid in full for half of them, and split the check on the rest. you’ve paid for every sporting event you’ve taken mike to. you’ve bought him clothes he obviously wanted, but kept insisting he didn’t want them because they costed money. he always feels terrible because it should be the other way around, but you’ve always assured him that you don’t mind. you love spoiling him because you truly thinks he deserves it. and he always makes up for it with little things like buying you flowers, gift cards, and sweet treats.

something about spending thanksgiving with you just makes him nervous and uncomfortable. thanksgiving for him reminds him of family and he hasn’t had a family since he was a kid. if he starts to think of you, abby and him as a family, he’s afraid that it’ll disappear just like it has before. but he knows what happened was a decade or so ago. he’s not the same little boy he was. abby’s safe with him and you. he knows he’s safe with you.

“sure,” he nods slowly. “are you sure, mike?” you ask, knowing exactly what’s going through his head. “we really don’t have to. we can go to applebee’s or texas roadhouse or something. i just… i think it would be nice.”

he nods in agreement. “no, i do, too. really. i-i’m excited.” there is truth in his words and you can see it in the twinkle in his eyes.

“great! tell me every dish you like for thanksgiving and what abby might like, and we shop for ingredients tonight!”

the next day went surprisingly well. you showed up at mike’s at the ass crack of dawn, awake and ready to bake and cook all day. you made all of mike’s favorites: green bean casserole, sweet potato casserole, ham, and peach pie. you both agreed to make abby some spaghetti and meatballs and cookies as a back up plan.

“do you we want to say what we are all thankful for or dig in?” you ask.

“let’s dig in!” abby exclaims. you chuckle and move to cut her some ham, but mike stops you. “let’s, uh, say what we are thankful for first.”

abby groans, “i’m hungry.” “please, abs. the food won’t disappear,” mike says.

she nods and complies, placing her hands in her lap.

“abby, why don’t you start,” you suggest.

“okay,” she nods. “i’m thankful for um… cartoons, disney princesses, crayons and you! and mike, i guess,” she adds quickly.

mike and you share a laugh.

“i’ll go next,” you say. “i’m thankful for my mom and my grandparents. i’m thankful for the twilight movies and my cat.” you then grab mike and abby’s hands, squeezing them both. “and i’m so thankful for you two. my life feels so fulfilled with you two in it. i really appreciate you guys letting me in and join your family.”

abby grins up at you. “we think you’re awesome, too.” “thank you, abby,” you say, patting her back lovingly.

you then turn to mike who is tapping the table with his free hand. “i am, uh, thankful that i somehow still have a job. i’m thankful that my parents gave me another sibling, whom i love very much.” he gives abby a little smile and she sticks her tongue out, not being able to contain her own smile. mike turns his head to you, eyes scanning your face as he wipes his sweaty hand on his jeans.

“and i’m thankful for you. i know i have a lot of shortcomings and before you deny it, we both know it’s true. you just… for some reason see something in me. and i’m just really glad that you’ve stuck with me and shown me how to be better and do better. you’ve given me hope and make me look forward to waking up every day. i’ve never had something so steady before, so constant. i…i hope that you continue to be that for me, and i hope that in the future i can continue to show how much i appreciate you.”

you sniffle once he’s done and realize you’ve started to cry.

“oh, i-i’m sorry,” mike rushes out. “i didn’t mean to —”

“i love you, honey,” you lean over and peck his cheek.

abby groans and her stomach grumbles. “please stop! the food is getting cold.”

“sorry, abs,” you pat her back. “what would you like to eat? we made some spaghetti, too, if you —”

“i want ham and bread!”

“you got it, babe,” you say. mike helps you cut the ham, giving a piece to everyone. you all dig in and mike realizes how much he missed this, how much he’s wanted this for so long. he places his hand on your thigh, squeezing it. “i love you, too.”

[starryredpandawrites]

Siblinks Turkey Shenanigans

In honor of the holiday, I have this silly Thanksgiving scenario stuck in my head that I want to get out that I might turn into a Bendy Bite someday. There's so much shenanigan potential I'm having trouble deciding what to keep and what to laugh about and move on from, so there's a poll at the end so y'all can help me decide.

Anyways, there are three ways I picture this scenario happening:

Option 1:

Audrey has been having a lot of fun introducing Bendy to all the holidays, and decides to surprise him with Thanksgiving. Big-little man loves to eat (both forms) and she knows he’s gonna love it. She’s also really looking forward to celebrating it because she hasn’t celebrated it since Joey died. Like, she was the type of person to be annoyed/sad that they were given the day off and wished that she could work instead because she had no-one to come home to. Now, she does! She doesn’t tell him she has the day off either, and is just hoping he sleeps long enough to get most of the cooking done so it’s a proper surprise.

A couple days before Thanksgiving, she sets the turkey in the fridge to thaw. She doesn't explain it to Bendy because she doesn't want to ruin the surprise and doesn't even think about it being necessary because who in the world would eat a raw turkey? (she recognizes her mistake later)

Problem: Bendy is a hungry boi, and often gets late night munchies as the Ink Demon. He sees the turkey in the fridge and is like, "A snack? For me?" and just eats the whole damn thing raw and partially frozen. In this scenario, he might leave Audrey a leg behind or something like that to be considerate (she's probably talked to him before about leaving her some when she's brought home big meals like this before).

Audrey wakes up, goes to work, gets home to find the turkey being gone and is, like, where tf is the turkey?!? until she remembers she's living with a demon and is surprised but not surprised because he used to eat whole people raw. She tries to goes out to buy another one but either the stores have already closed or they already ran out of turkeys. Also, it would have been too late to thaw it by then anyway. She might buy a ham or a chicken or something to replace it or she might just go home in defeat, saying they'll just celebrate it some other weekend.

However, Bendy feels really guilty for eating the turkey, even though Audrey told him it was partially her fault for not telling him what the turkey was for. So, that night, he sneaks out, and when Audrey wakes up she finds another surprise in her fridge. It's filled with dead birds. Pidgeons, sparrows, a duck or two and maybe even a pheasant.

Audrey freaks out and confronts Bendy, and he explains that he caught them to replace the turkey he ate. Audrey has another talk with him about not putting dead animals in the fridge but decides to go ahead and try using one of the larger birds for the dinner.

New problem: she has NO IDEA how much work goes into cleaning birds and this is back when the internet wasn't a thing. She sets Bendy on plucking duty to make up for his theft while she works on the other thanksgiving dishes. Bendy is a little miffed she doesn't want to try any of the other birds he brought home, but stops complaining after being given plucking duty (he hates it/finds it super boring/tedious and doesn't want to pluck anything else) Back to the bird, she tries to clean and prepare it the best she can, but it's gonna end up super gamey and weird, so she just eats a little and lets Bendy have the rest and focuses on the other dishes and her singular turkey leg.

They still enjoy the day together just by hanging out and watching all the thanksgiving/christmas themed shows on TV so the day is still a success. Audrey just makes a mental note to buy an extra turkey the next year just in case.

Option 2:

Audrey does tell him about Thanksgiving and they're both hyped about it. When Audrey sets the turkey out to thaw, she is very clear that it's for Thanksgiving, but doesn't outright tell him not to eat it because, again, most people wouldn't need to be told that. Bendy is not most people.

This time, however, he knows the turkey is for thanksgivng and he knows it's off-limits. The first night, he keeps opening and closing the fridge, walking away then walking back, over and over again while berating himself for being so weak. He stays strong through the first night, but halfway through the second night he gives in and just devours it.

On Thanksgiving Day, Audrey wakes up and is weirded out because usually Bendy likes to sleep in the same room as her, and he’s nowhere to be seen. Then, she realizes he must have done something he feels guilty about, and just runs to the kitchen to discover the missing turkey. This time, he's left nothing behind.

She chews him out, he's super guilty, she feels bad because it is his first Thanksgiving. She goes out to try and get something but all the stores are closed (this is before Walmart normalized being open all year). She comes back empty-handed to an empty apartment and is about to panic until Bendy comes back just in time with, you guessed it, more dead birds!

Again, Audrey chews him out for sneaking out in broad daylight but he excuses it since she explained to him earlier that almost everyone is home for the holiday and they needed a replacement bird.

Situation ends like the first, with Audrey trying and failing to cook one of the random birds and they just enjoy the rest of the day.

Option 3:

In the other two versions I imagined the Ink Demon going ham on the turkey late at night, but there's another option that's possibly funnier

Yanno how in my fic there's a memory disconnect/blurr of Bendy between his Ink Demon form and his Baby Benders form? Let's say Audrey sets the turkey out to defrost while the Ink Demon is watching soap operas or smg and tells him it's for Thanksgiving. Ink Demon kinda waves her off because he really wants to know if Missy is cheating on Peter with Austin, or if Austin is actually her long-lost brother like she claims.

They go to bed, Bendy wakes up as Baby Benders with midnight munchies, opens the fridge, sees the turkey and thinks, "A snack? For me?" and eats it as Baby Benders.

This scenario proceeds to play out like the other two OR

He goes to bed and wakes up early as the Ink Demon again, or he switches before going back to bed, realizes he screwed up, and immediately goes out to replace the turkey so when Audrey wakes up to not only a missing turkey, but also a bunch of dead birds in her fridge.

Now, I wanna know which one YOU guys (gender-neutral) think is more likely to happen, plus a couple bonus options because funny.

Bonus thought: After the first thanksgiving and seeing how much Bendy can eat, she decides to buy two turkeys and only cooks one of them/the other one is for Bendy. The year after that, she buys three. The year after that, she buys five. She could keep going but decides more than five is excessive and Bendy will just have to deal.

[total-killer-brainrot]

Remote Broadcast

You felt the cold wrap around your wrists and tug them to your sides. And finally you got a glimpse of who was messing with you. Tendrils of darkness holding your arms tight, just below the tablecloth. And grinning up at you between your legs, a large smile amidst inky shadow.

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Amidst one of Charlie's mind numbing lesson plans, you get a big surprise hiding under the dinner table.

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i love this stinky swamp man so much and i love the thought of his shadow basically manifesting any and all horny desires and occasionally acting on them despite his best efforts.

i am fully aware that hes canonically aroace, but fuck it im horny i wanna write horny shit

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All my fics are also on AO3

Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 1,303. Ship: Alastor x You. Fem!Reader. Tags: Mildly Dubious Consent, Groping, Exhibitionism, Public Humiliation, Public Sex, Restraints, Tentacles, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Embarrassment, Multiple Orgasms

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The logic behind today’s lesson plan escaped you. Charlie seemed to think that proper table manners and dining etiquette would surely land each participating sinner a spot in Heaven. Like you, most of the Hotel’s residences were less than enthusiastic. But still, why bother trying to redeem your damned soul if you were going to refuse to get involved with all of Charlie’s ideas.

By now the Hotel boasted over twenty willing sinners. Most of which had no clue how to properly hold a butter knife, let alone know the difference between a fish fork and a salad fork. A handful of the volunteers from Cannibal Town were actually well educated in the practices of fine dining, despite their usual methods of messy eating. And they were more than happy to assist Charlie’s lesson. Including the Hotel’s resident facilities manager, the Radio Demon himself, who sat near the head of the table with Charlie and Vaggie. 

Halfway through the lesson and you were bored out of your mind. Picking at your food while Charlie attempted to instruct a particularly violent demon on how to use the fork without breaking the fine china. Most of the other residents were chatting quietly amongst themselves as they ate. It wasn’t often the whole Hotel got together to eat and talk casually. And most seemed to be enjoying themselves. You continued to pick at your food until you felt something brush your leg.

You frowned and leaned back in your chair to look down, unable to spot anything in the shadow. You assumed one of the people seated next to you, or perhaps even Angel Dust seated across the table, must have nudged your leg accidentally. And then you felt it again. An icy cold slither up the back of your calf. You glared at Angel, sure he was pulling some kind of joke. But he wasn’t laughing, lost in his own conversation with Husk next to him. You glanced at the other sinners near you, but no one seemed to be paying you any mind. 

A shudder ran through you as the thing at your feet touched you again, reaching the hem of your skirt and pushing it up slowly. You leaned back further, but still couldn’t see anything. Just inky darkness below the table cloth. Too dark to simply be the shadow of the table. Quickly sitting up straight and going very still when you felt cold fingers run over your clothed cunt. What the fuck was going on? 

This time the thing below you didn’t pull away. Exploring your pussy and inner thighs. You did your best to not show your reaction on your face. Whatever cruel joke someone was playing on you, they wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing you enjoy it in front of everyone. Though you did draw a few confused glances when a quiet gasp escaped you. Your mystery friend pressing down on your clit repeatedly. Your hands shot down between your legs. Pressing down on the chair below you and blocking the things access to your core. 

You felt the cold wrap around your wrists and tug them to your sides. And finally you got a glimpse of who was messing with you. Tendrils of darkness holding your arms tight, just below the tablecloth. And grinning up at you between your legs, a large smile amidst inky shadow. You’d seen this creature before. Always attached to its master. Your head shot up, looking towards the Radio Demon. He was sitting nearly at the opposite side of the table to you, but even from this distance you could see he was tense. His ever present grin strained as he stared straight ahead, brows furrowed. Not engaging in conversation, just dead focused on, well you knew what. 

Another shuddering gasp left you. The shadow having pulled your panties to the side and gaining full access to you. You refused to look down again, trying to remain calm, but you could feel a long, cold tongue on your clit as two fingers slipped inside you. You whimpered, as quietly as you could possibly manage. The stretch didn’t hurt, the combination of your own slick, and whatever substance the shadow was made of making its fingers slide in and out of you easily. It was slow, taking its time to explore every inch of you, inside and out.

Your gaze turned back to Alastor, and you were surprised to see his cheeks flushed bright red. You could see his claws digging into the edge of the table as he gripped it. And all of a sudden you weren’t so sure he was doing this on purpose. Did the shadow have a mind of its own?

Before you could stop it, a horribly loud whine escaped your mouth. Drawing everyone’s attention. You blushed dark, the fingers inside you stilling as everyone stared at you. Everyone except Alastor, who remained staring straight again. Embarrassment clawed up your throat and you stammered to explain yourself. 

“Oh yeah! That's what I’m talking about!” Angel Dust moaned across from you, leaning back in his chair as he mimicked your whine, though much louder and far more exaggerated. The table laughed along with him, before returning to their conversations. You frowned at Angel in confusion, but he simply just winked at you and returned to Husk.

You took in a deep breath, right as the shadow curled its fingers inside you. You squeezed your eyes shut and breathed through your nose, focusing on remaining still and quiet as it drew you closer and closer to your orgasm. The coldness of its being a stark contrast to your burning skin. 

Glancing once again at Alastor you could see how he was gritting his teeth. For a brief moment the shadow disappeared, not pulling away, simply fading out of existence. Before returning back full force. Seemingly intent on making you finish before Alastor dragged it away from its work. 

You clenched your fists and bit down on your bottom lip hard as you rolled your hips against the shadows fingers. Eyes fluttering shut as you felt your pleasure nearing its peak. Distantly you hear Angel talking louder, making lewd jokes and making sure the attention was off you as you tipped over the edge. Thighs trembling as your orgasm flowed over you. Each and every nerve on fire. The wonderful sensations quickly turned into overstimulation as the shadow continued its motions. You squirmed in your seat, struggling to get out of the tendril’s grip so you could push it away. It was hopeless. 

You had long since forgotten about keeping quiet. Far too distracted by the fingers and tongue driving you crazy. Right as you were being dragged towards your second orgasm, it all stopped. You whined needily and glanced down, the shadow was gone. Looking up in a daze you noticed so was everyone else. Except for Alastor. 

The tall demon stood from his chair, adjusting his coat and running a hand through his hair. He looked embarrassed almost. Avoiding your eye as he turned towards the door. You sat up slowly, watching him as he walked away from you. Still trembling and a little bit out of breath.

“Alastor. Don’t you dare fucking leave. I was just about to cum.”

He froze. And you grinned as the room around you darkened. The length of the shadow crawling up the wall, grin spreading across its dark face. You felt another tentacle of darkness wrap around your waist and lift you out of the chair. 

The door in front of Alastor opened and Angel Dust stuck his head in.

“Hey I got everyone to leave and- oh! Well I’ll leave you to it.” He laughed, watching you be maneuvered by Alastor’s shadows before leaving the two of you alone once again.

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS ZERO Animate Tokuten Drama CD “A Vampire’s Late Night Snack Terror” [Kou ver.]

Original title: 夜更かしヴァンパイアの食テロ飯 [コウ編]

Source: Diabolik Lovers ZERO Vol. 2 Animate Tokuten CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kimura Ryouhei

Translator’s note: Take notes everyone, do not EVER let Kou into your kitchen because he will destroy the place. That being said, it was really cute to see him be such a disaster in the kitchen. Especially all of the shrieking and cries of panic had me giggle more than once. (Sorry Kou) You know it’s bad when the MC had to resort to eventually having him pour hot water over a pre-made onigiri and call it a dish. :p

*Rustle rustle*

You approach Kou in the kitchen.

“...Oh? You’re awake too? Are you thirsty, maybe? ...Personally I’m here because I got hungry so I’m looking to see if there’s still any food around. 

I know I already had seconds, but just dinner isn’t enough to tie me over. I’m still a growing boy, you see? So I end up needing a small snack before bed every now and then. 

Seems like everyone ate a lot today though so there aren’t any leftovers...So, perhaps I should indulge in your blood instead~? That doesn’t sound bad either.”

You shake your head.

“Hahaha! I’m joking! Even though your blood is delicious, there’s a difference between being hungry for blood or actual food. I’ll have your blood some other time, okay~? ...Anyway, guess I have no other choice but to have a slice of white bread and go to bed. It’s at times like this where I wish I could whip up something real quick. I shouldh ave learnt how to cook at some point in my life.”

You offer to teach him some easy recipes.

“Eh? Really!? You’ll teach me!”

You seem somewhat surprised that he’s willing to cook.

“Of course! I’ll gladly make something if you’re the one giving me instructions! Well then, today you’re the instructor and I’m your student! ...Sensei, I’m starving!”

You ask Kou what he wants to eat.

“Hm...What I want to eat? I’m not sure...I’d say pasta but we’re all out after tonight’s dinner...”

*Rustle*

“Ah! In that case, doria! (1) A piping hot plate, loaded with extras and topped with a generous amount of cheese!”

You nod.

“Hooray! Let’s get started then!”

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle*

“All set! What should we do first?”

You explain.

“Hm...The bechamel sauce, huh? Let me handle that!”

You give him instructions.

“Uhm...I should melt some butter? I’ll a pot...”

*Cling*

Kou turns on the stove.

“The flour goes in next, right? Let me just open the bag...”

*Rustle rustle*

“Huh...? The bag won’t...Huh!? ...How does it work!? It won’t open!”

*RIIIIIP*

“Aaah!”

*Thud*

“Coff, coff...Gosh, I didn’t think I’d end up dropping the whole bag. You’re completely white right now, M-neko-chan...Eh? So am I? Ah-ahー The pot’s a mess as well. ...Aah, no biggie! One more time! I’m starting over from scratch!”

*Rustle rustle*

*Pshhhh*

“Eeh!? The butter turned black! ...Uwah! There’s smoke! Look!”

*Pshhh*

“One second, the pot got knocked over...Uwaaah!!”

*WOOSH*

“Flames!! It’s on fire!! M-neko-chan, water! Quick!!” 

*SHATTER SHATTER*

*Shatter*

*TIMESKIP*

“...Uu...The kitchen’s a hot mess...How come I just can’t seem to get it right? Am I just too clumsy...!? Whatever, I’m never cooking again in my whole life...”

You try to motivate him to keep going.

“It’ll turn out a disaster no matter how many times I try! I’m just not cut out for it! Besides, we’ve blasted through most of our ingredients as well...Even if we were to try to buy new ones, almost all stores are closed at this hour.”

You grab hold of his hand and start dragging him out of the kitchen.

*Rustle rustle*

“Eh!? ‘Let’s go’? But where!? ...Hey! M-neko-chan, listen to me!”

*Thud*

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle rustle*

“We’re back...”

*Rustle*

“I was wondering where you’d take me, but I didn’t expect the convenience store...And on top of that you bought onigiri. If you’re no longer in the mood to cook, you could have at least gotten me a proper bento.” 

You tell him that you’re going to cook with the onigiri.

“Eh? You actually haven’t given up yet? Then why did you buy these things?”

You ask him to have faith in you.

“Well, if you say so...Fine, this is the final try! I promise that I’ll make a delicious late-night snack this time!”

You nod. 

“Mmh! Well then, Sensei! Please give me instructions! Okay, I’ll get a bowl first...”

*Thud*

“Then put the onigiri we bought in the...”

*Rustle*

“...Eh? We’re going to use the onigiri!?”

You ask him to have faith in you.

“Okay. I’ll put it in then! I chose one with grilled fish roe and seaweed inside!”

You continue to give him instructions. 

“Then with that...Eh? We’re putting this in as well? Uhm...”

*Rustle*

“In goes one packet of dried bonite flakes from the convenience store!”

*Rustle rustle*

“And then a splash of soy sauce...”

*Pshhh*

“Hm...That should do, I guess? Last but not least we pour in some hot water...”

*Pshhh*

“Mix everything up and it’s done!”

*Dun dun*

“Easy-made dashi-chazuke (2) from the convenience store!”

“Eh!? Are you sure we’re done!? All I did was pour hot water in!”

You prompt him to try it.

“I mean, I’ll try it now that I’ve made it...”

*Thud*

“Thanks for the meal...”

*Cling*

“Phew...Phew...Hahn...Mmh...Mm! It’s delicious! The dried bonito flakes really helped to give the broth that extra punch of flavor! Hahn...!”

*Nom*

“The rice is nice and hot as well, warming me up from inside.”

*Sluuuurp*

“I made the right choice with my onigiri fillings! I love how fluffy the rice is in comparison to the fried fish roe which pops in your mouth! The saltiness makes it so that I could eat several bowls of this! The dried seaweed gives off flavor as well, so it’s very hearty and savory! ...Here, you should give it a try as well! Phew...Phew...Say ‘aahn’.”

Kou feeds you.

*Rustle rustle*

You tell him it’s good.

“Right!? I honestly could grow addicted to this! ...Here, you can have one more bite!”

You shake your head.

“Nu-uh! This is your reward! I have to show my thanks to you for teaching me so well! Come on, open your mouth~ ‘Aaahn’“

*Chomp*

“Good girl ...You’re really enjoying it, huh? Seems like you haven’t even realized that eating from the same chopsticks counts as an indirect kiss~”

You suddenly become flustered.

“Oh geez, you’re panicking now? Too late~ Besides, we’ve kissed plenty of times before, no?”

*Nom nom*

*Sluuuurp*

“Mm...Mmh!”

*Thud*

“Thanks for the meal! Haah~ I’m stuffed! I ended up scarfing it down! I didn’t think such an easy recipe could count as cooking as well.”

You remind him that he just cooked a dish by himself.

“Huh? ...Right! I managed to make something by myself! ...Thanks for keeping up with me till the end. ...My fine motor skills aren’t always the best, so I always thought that cooking just wasn’t for me. Ruki’s been cooking for me for as long as I can remember. But ever since you started making food instead, I’ve been getting the urge to help out where I can, so I’m glad I challenged myself today!”

You ask him if that was his real objective for wanting to cook something tonight.

“Fufu~ I spilled the beans. Still, it’s not like I wanted to hide it or anything. I know I messed up a lot, but I’ll improve step by step starting with the little things I can manage.”

You agree and cheer him on.

“Mmh! Thanks! I’d love to thank you with a kiss but...I’m pretty sure I’ve got fishy breath from the ochazuke so let’s leave that for another time.”

You blush.

“Oh come on, look at you acting all flustered again~ We both know that you’re happy deep down.”

You puff out your cheeks. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry! Well then...Guess I’ll go brush my teeth and then hit the hay.”

*Rustle*

“Ah...The kitchen...What do we do about it?”

*Cling cling*

“If Ruki-kun sees this, he’ll explode... (3)”

You tell him that you should clean up.

“R-Right! Let’s clean everything up while we can! Ruki-kun might be an early bird, but there’s no way he’d be awake at this hour!”

They hear Ruki approach the kitchen. 

“Ah...These footsteps...Uh-oh. ...Let’s quickly make a run for it, M-neko-chan!”

The two of you run away.

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) The best way to describe ‘doria’ would be an Asian lasagna. It’s a very popular Italian-inspired Japanese dish consisting of rice in a bechamel sauce (I believe sometimes it can be a mixture of red and white sauce too) with vegetables or meats of your choice, topped with a layer of grated cheese and then baked in the oven so it gets that crispy crust just like a lasagna has.

(2) Ochazuke is a very simple Japanese dish consisting of boiled rice in a broth, in this case a traditional dashi-broth.

(3) Literally Kou says that a bolt of lightning will come striking down.

[orangeocelotmartyn]

Treebark Week — Sweet

part one (Build/Divine) | part two (Frost) | part three (you are here) | part four (Hair/Picnic)

Once Martyn had throughly defrosted (as much as one could, being that the fix was a twenty stone wolf, along with some hopes and dreams) Ren got up and shifted back to his default form to fuss at Martyn for other reasons, such as, 

“When was the last time you ate? You’re all skin and bones, dude, could make a man cry!”

Martyn sat up, grimacing a bit at the puddle he found himself in. That didn’t stop him from running his mouth, though, “you gonna fatten me up to have me for dinner? Didn’t take you for that kinda wolf.”

Ren snapped his teeth at him, mock leering. “Dunno, baby, I’m afraid right now if I tried you’d barely be a snack.”

Martyn puffed himself up, offended, “excuse you, I’m not just a snack, I’m a whole damn meal, thank you very much—“

There was the sound of a door creak, and False, who was attempting to sneak out at this point, winced as the sound alerted both of them to her movements. Ren looked crestfallen. “You’re leaving? Before dinner?”

False cleared her throat. “It seemed you two had it handled, and besides, there are other people visiting, you know. I thought I, er, ought to go say hello to them. As well.”

The look on Ren’s face could only be described as ‘the biggest case of puppy dog eyes’ that Martyn had ever seen, and damn if it didn’t make something in his stomach writhe—and it probably wasn’t for lack of food.

“We can all go back,” he offered, anything to get between the staring contest of False and Ren. “I think Timmy might’ve come through already, don’t want him wandering without a proper chaperone.”

At that point Martyn’s stomach unfortunately decided it was the time to protest—Ren had offered food, and it would be damned if that promise was forgotten, thanks, but it made Ren look at him again, at least.

“Let’s at least get you a snack to munch on, dude, you’re probably starving from the thaw you had to do there.” Ren paused to rummage in his inventory for a moment, as False kept nudging the door open, and procured a pumpkin pie, offering to Martyn triumphantly, his tail wagging behind him. 

“Grandma’s secret recipe, eat up!”

The fact that Ren offered it so eagerly, giving Martyn a hopeful look over his glasses, would’ve made him eat anything Ren offered—and so he took it, before sweeping into a bow.

“Thank you, milord,” he said, trying to come off as pompous as possible, just to make Ren laugh. “Lead the way, my liege, Lady False—let’s go find the others, before someone gets hurt.”

Martyn didn’t have an elytra, so they had to walk back to the welcoming party, but he didn’t mind—even as Ren and False began bickering about…a worm? Or something to that effect. He let it wash over himself, trying to stave off the jealousy with the pie that Ren almost certainly didn’t make with him in mind, but he could pretend that the sweet and almost spicy flavor of the still-warm dessert was imbued with the feelings they had for each other. 

[walkawaytall]

Since you asked for a number that might or might not be for a fic prompt: How about 7?

Ah, the last of the ficlets! I'm sorry for taking so long on this (and...honestly, I'm unsure of the quality here, but...you know, these are mainly exercises, so).

Number 7 on this list was "visiting them at their place of work", so here you are!

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She didn’t want to invite trouble merely by acknowledging it, but the Command Center had been painfully quiet for her entire shift, and Leia needed something to happen. Not a disaster, mind; they already experienced those on a regular enough basis, and it wasn’t like she was looking for an adrenaline rush. No, she just hadn’t seen anyone except the staff on duty, which was…strange.

Strange? It’s strange that the only people I’ve seen today are the ones I’m sharing a shift with?

It was, though. Her day was usually interrupted by a number of beings, from a single smuggler to an entire squadron of pilots, all of whom thought their own concerns more important than anything she could possibly be busy with. The complete lack of contact from any of them was unnerving.

Well, the Rogues were out on a mission, so the lack of contact from them was to be expected. Han and Chewie weren’t, though. They weren’t due to leave for another run for several days, and Leia was certain she had heard loud cursing in Basic, Corellian, and Shyriiwook emanate from a nearby hangar when she had grabbed lunch from the mess.

The fact that she had even had to get lunch herself was strange. It shouldn’t have been — it shouldn’t have been — but the number of times she missed the lunch window only to have Han or Chewie or Luke show up with her midday meal probably outnumbered the times she had sat down and had a proper lunch without interruption.

Leia’s shift had ended a solid half hour ago, but she found herself waiting in the Command Center for…something. Someone? She rarely had so much time to devote to thoughts of her own movements and often relied on outside indications that she should be somewhere: an alarm, a meeting alert, someone stopping by on their way to dinner…

Someone.

Right. Han almost always annoyed her until she gave in and ate dinner in the mess when he was planetside. When he wasn’t…well, she was usually too busy to notice until her stomach growled, at which point she ate a ration bar or two.

I wonder where he is. It was a silly thought; they had no agreement, no contract demanding that he irritate her into eating away from her desk, but she had apparently started relying on that outside cue more than any other.

Leia walked to the mess. She heard loud banging, followed by Han shouting to Chewie as she passed the hangar where the Falcon was housed. What is wrong with that disaster of a ship now? she wondered.

As she entered the dinner line, a thought occurred to her: Han hadn’t bothered her about dinner. He might have gone with just Chewie — it was possible they were in a hurry and couldn’t bother with going to get her — but she wanted to be sure. Leia caught the attention of the ensign spooning a brilliant orange mystery grain into containers. “Have Captain Solo or Chewbacca come through yet?”

The ensign shook his head. “No, ma’am. Haven’t seen ‘em.”

Leia checked her chrono. The dinner line was minutes away from closing, and Han and Chewie had certainly sounded preoccupied. She asked the ensign for three meals and carried the stack out of the mess hall toward the hangar.

The area surrounding the Falcon looked as if the ship had been sick. Parts — old, new, refurbished, destroyed — were strewn everywhere, and Leia couldn’t discern any meaningful order just by looking at them.

Han hung upside down from the belly of the ship, his legs completely consumed by the Falcon’s hull, while Chewie handed him a tool of some kind. Before the smuggler disappeared entirely into the ship, he caught sight of Leia and scowled.

“No time for whatever you’ve got for us, Worship. We’re workin’ on a deadline and we’ve gotta—”

“Dinner?” she interrupted, lifting the boxed meals emphatically. “One of the guys on dinner duty mentioned you two hadn’t been through yet, and you’ve seemed busy all day, so I thought…” She shrugged.

Han blinked, checked his chrono, and shook his head once. “Didn’t realize it was so late.”

Leia nodded. “I figured as much.” She set the boxes on the lid of a nearby crate. “I’ll leave these here. You may want to get to them pretty quick; whatever grain they served looked half-congealed by the time I went through the line.”

[Thank you, Princess,] Chewie said.

Leia nodded. “You’re welcome.” She turned and took a step away from the Falcon, intending to eat…she wasn’t sure. Maybe her quarters, or back at her desk just so she wouldn’t be completely alone.

“Hey, Leia?” Han called. She turned to look in his direction right as he freed himself from the guts of the ship and twisted just enough to land on his feet. He took a few steps toward her. “You wanna eat here with us?”

Leia nodded and walked back toward Han and Chewie. “Yes,” she said with a smile. “That’d be nice.”

[mysticsparklewings]

Obscutober 2024 Day 19: Feuillemort 🍂

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Feuillemort (adj.)

the color of dead or dying leaves; a dull yellowish or orangish brown

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Finally, one of the words I was most looking forward to, & one of the most seasonally appropriate! 🍁

...If only I hadn’t been distracted by art supply news for most of the afternoon so I could’ve given it the attention it really deserved. 😅

Click the "Keep Reading" and we'll talk a bit more about my general thoughts/process. ✨

⭐️ Like My Art and Want to see more of it? Here's All My Links! ⭐️

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Okay, circling back to do this description properly now, after speed-running to go ahead and just get it posted without one. (😅)

That was even necessary for a few different reasons:

I got distracted by an announcement from a certain marker company this afternoon and that distraction ate up a lot more time than I wanted it to.

This isn't the first time I've had to post one of these later than I was really happy with this year—You Sparklers know that. But at a certain point, it became obvious I was going to come uncomfortably close to the late posting hours that have plagued me for Inktobers' past, and I started to mildly panic.

Point 2 was not helped by the fact that dinner was ready just about time I finished the art itself, but I knew if I stopped to eat, I'd be set back a whole additional hour, if not longer. So I put off dinner for as long as I reasonably could, and then still had to work through dinner with one hand because trying to Just Eat and Not Think about The Obscutober Post was making me panic more.

And it's a real shame because if you Sparklers remember from yesterday, this is one of the words on the list that I was really looking forward to—So much so that I almost accidentally did it early. 😅

Sparklers, if you learn nothing else from me, please at least take to heart: Life is much easier and less stressful when you have actual time management skills and use them!

Ironically though, and kind of in spite of not getting to give this one as much careful attention as I wanted to...I don't feel like I have too much to say about how it did come together in the end. 🤷‍♀️

At it's core, the mandala here was mostly just drawing leaves, after all. It did take me a few tries to nail the shape of the Maple and oak leaves, though that's largely because they look weird of you don't get the subtle roughness of their edges just right. [At least if you ask me.] But the rest of the leaf shapes mostly took figuring out in how to place them together, not so much in how to achieve them.

Much like Day 8, I felt like I kind of had a leg up here because of a project you Sparklers haven't seen yet but my Ko-fi Members have. [And hopefully you Sparklers will get to see it soon, too, I've just been too busy to squeeze it in yet!] Said project also involved drawing a lot of small leaves, so I had a bit of experience with simple leaf shapes up my sleeve. [Up my sleaf. 😃]

I was kind of worried I was going to/had maybe overhyped working with this word also like Day 8, but really my biggest problem was just the ticking clock.

The one other "major" problem I had was that after the past few mandalas have felt more doodle-y and less mandala-y to me, I wanted to insist on getting some more "proper" mandala elements in here. That was easier for the simpler leaves that served more as filler and more difficult for the more specifically-shaped leafs.

Getting the more traditional mandala elements in there was also kind of important to help keep this from looking like a giant mess of lines for the different leaf segments and such, which I didn't realize until I'd started on maybe the third different kind of leaf or so.

Speaking of late-stage realizations: Believe it or not, it only occurs to me now that this looks kind of like a fall wreath. 😆

But I managed to get through the line phase and still feel pretty good about it. My goal was to get a nice leaf-pile sort of thing going and despite my anxiety over how long it was taking, I think I got pretty much what I wanted out of it.

Next, of course, was the color. There was little argument to be had there because that's sort of what today's definition hinges entirely on.

I did however have a bit of a fight trying to get the right brightness and the contrast I wanted in some areas. While I did want to stick fairly close to the definition and limit how much red and green go in there, at least some of both felt necessary to stay true to the nature of dying leaves and I didn't want it to just be a flat yellow-y-brown blob, either.

I stand by the outcome I got, but I do think if I hand't been so pressed for time I could have arrived at a just-as-happy conclusion a lot easier. As it is, I spent most of the coloring phase just kind of smashing fall colors on top of each other; If I'd had more time, I would've selected my colors a little more carefully and wouldn't have had to layer some of them up so much to get the color I wanted. 🙃

And then when I thought I was finished, I had to go back twice to brighten it up because it just didn't look as vivid on screens that weren't my iPad and it bugged me.

...Sparklers, here I was typing a paragraph about how I originally misspelled "dying" as "doling" in the image definition and had to go back and fix it right before posting, only to realize I didn't even completely fix it. 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

It'll be fixed by the time I update this description to actually be a description, and I'll fix it in the few other places I'm able, but I can't fix it everywhere so now a bunch of the cross-posts are just...stuck with "dyling" instead of "dying" up there. 🫠

*Sigh*. I knew that was going to happen eventually. It was just inevitable with a format that includes text, the same way it's pretty inevitable that every time I do a daily challenge with the mini-magnets, I make some kind of dumb spelling mistake I can't easily fix with those, either. At least this way is technically easier to fix the image itself and it's just the posts that are the problem; The magnets are often trickier to fix because I have to decide if I want try to literally fixing it with the magnets or just Photoshop it instead.

Still, I absolutely exhaust myself with these dumb oversights. 😫

Maybe that's a sign I should leave (ha) this description here before I knock all the remaining wind out of the sails I have left for this artwork. 🙃 I think I mentioned everything I wanted to about the making-of, before that realization happened. I think that's why I was even bothering to bring it up—To make sure I'd covered as much as I could.

Well. I suppose I would rather realize the mistake now than like, a week from now or sometime in the future when it would be way more ridiculous how long it took me to notice. This is still not great, but at least I know the main reason it happened was because I was just in such a rush from the coloring phase onward and that mistaken was collateral damage.

Remember that thing I said at the beginning? I think it bears repeating once more: If you learn nothing else from me, please at least take to heart: Life is much easier and less stressful when you have actual time management skills and use them!

Bleh. I think I should also say I do still like the art itself, The frustration I have towards myself is just very strong right now. I knew cross-posting went a little too smoothly once I got started tonight.

Sigh together with me for a moment, Sparklers: SIGH.

And now please send thoughts of better time management my way, because clearly I could use them as to hopefully not have another day like today. 😅 I'll see you Sparklers tomorrow, hopefully with a proper description the first time, everything spelled correctly, and in much better spirits than the mood I've just put myself in. 🫠

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[thessalian]

Thess vs Holiday Prep

Well. Today was ... a mess.

As previously stated, we are in something of a distaster with the workload. Because apparently people being gone for several weeks at a time (it's, what, over a month now?) does not call for getting a temp because "Maaaaaaaaaaybe they'll be back next week".

(Side note: honestly, this really is down to Temp and Other Part-Timer having poor communication skills. I was in regular contact with the office when I was on long-term sick getting my fibromyalgia diagnosis, just to keep them in the loop. Temp, meanwhile, leaves it until two days after the date her doctor's note says she can return to work to say, "Actually, that's not happening". This is, frankly, ludicrous on all counts and we still have no idea when she's going to be back.)

Anyway. First thing was, of course, the regular day job. I did, however, stand up on one very basic point - a request that someone please for the love of fuck take that seventeen-minute Monstrosity so I don't have to. I mean, honestly, it was for the best. My left hand - the one that got caught in a door, y'know - was already sore as fuck just on Annoyances. A Monstrosity would have killed me. And I literally said that. My exact words were, "I know everyone leaves the longer ones for me and I usually don't complain, but I got my hand caught in a door over the weekend (nothing broken, just very bruised) and a macro that long will cause me problems, especially with [Breast Guy]'s macros". Looked back and it was gone. I'd bet good money that Scruffman did it himself, since he probably wasn't going to ask Goblin to do it. I think he looked at my email, went, "I have people out sick and [Thess] is working with a bruised hand on top of that chronic pain thing, so I am going to agree to this pretty reasonable request without a fucking word, at least in part because I will need [Thess] on overtime as much as possible since she's* the only one who will actually do any and I can't afford to cripple her right now. Two days without [Thess] in the office was bad enough".

(* - side note: I am not out at the office. Look at the country in which I live, and the government policy on trans folks over here, for the answer as to why.)

Had to step out - on Christmas Eve, no less - for a couple of last-minute things I couldn't carry on my last shops trip. Mostly bleach, toilet paper, a couple of nibbleables, and something I could reasonably stuff into my face with minimal effort. Thankfully that wasn't a huge deal - honestly, Tesco's yesterday was worse.

But after that I had to come home and do overtime. We're only barely below 500 cases, partly because we had the usual folks in - and one lady in particular throwing urgent cases in the queue until, like, 6pm. I literally yelled, "IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE; GO HOME!" Two and a half hours of overtime, nightmare.

After that and a bath to try to soak some of the aches out, it was time to meet another of my obligations. Specifically ... I do dessert for Christmas dinner at the parentals' house. Started as a tradition last year because it's easier for me to make a dessert that I can eat. Thankfully I wasn't baking anything, exactly - just slightly destroying the kitchen with a mint chocolate cheesecake. The "licking the spoon" test says I did good, anyway. But after all that, we were approaching midnight and I hadn't even had dinner yet. That was my "I'm going to make a nice Christmas Eve dinner for myself" out the window; I just made something simple. But it did mean I ate a proper meal.

After that, wrapping the Christmas gifts for the parentals. Thankfully the Christmas snack hamper for my stepfather was easy to handle; just arrange everything nicely in a gift bag (though I have to remember to take his brie out of the fridge when I take out my cheesecake). Mum ... three small things - two for Christmas, one for her birthday, which happens on the 19th. Managed well enough, despite being obscenely tired by then. Did the cards, packed everything I will need (except for the refrigerated stuff) and set it by the door for easy pick-up tomorrow.

After that, I could finally relax ... in juuuuuuust enough time for it to be "nearly time for bed". AAAAAAAAA!

Happy Holidays, everybody. I wish you a more peaceful holiday than I seem to be having.

[nattercam]

My Emotions Are Valid

One of the most frustrating aspects of my life is being unsure If my emotions are valid. That sounds like a stupid sentence, of course all emotions are valid, everyone is entitled to their feelings right? But what if my past and present actions are the cause? What then? 

Realistically I know that me staying up until gone midnight dissassosiating from reality with a naff KU romance book is not the cause or blame of me emotionally boiling over but somehow every time I manage to beat myself up over not being able to cope because I don't have a good routine, or I can't keep on top of the housework or remember to do basic evey day activities like showering. I'm just not trying hard enough, I'm being narcissistic, woe is me and gaslighting myself and everyone around me into thinking I'm a victim when if I just freaking got on with it rather than getting all upset then maybe just maybe I wouldn't be crying in the downstairs loo for the 3rd time today while Bea destroys the house and Paul WhatsApps me from the sofa asking where I am. 

 Currently, I'm upset because I'm exhausted and over stimulated and the thought of having to remain calm during another of Beas unregulated episodes while Paul either gets frustrated and angry or steps back completely because "you know she only wants you" while simultaneously back seat driving with "you have to remain calm", "stop saying that you're making it worse" - you know what mate, if you know so bloody well why don't you take over! 

I'm feeling sorry for myself because last night I did the night time wake up as always (solid midnight til 4am for the win there Bea) woke up 15 mins before school starts, then worked all day using my lunchbreak to do the school run and then juggling childcare, meltdowns and Teams meetings until the end of the day. Next I talked Jay though a most basic adult task even though he's 20 and should be more than capable. Followed by fielding well meaning but completely unhelpful conversation with my mother who thinks she understands but really doesn't and attempting to plan, purchase and execute Christmas day (which is a week away) even though the house is totally trashed and I'm so overwhelmed by it I don't know where to start. Let's not forget the email from school to say Bea kicked a teacher and that I just realised I forgot to go to the cash point to get money for school lunches next term. I don't remember the last time I showered or ate a home cooked healthy meal and by the time Paul gets home (having not done the ONE errand I asked him to do) I haven't even thought about dinner so I just shove a microwave meal on for Bea before settling down to apptempt to brush her matted hair, and yes I do mean matted, properly matted with a lovely sprinkling of headlice that no matter what I do I can't get rid of. 

Naturally my even attempting to touch her hair caused instant meltdown as she has serious sensory issues around her hair which is how we got into this mess in the first place. 

So now I'm locked in the loo while Bea rages on the other side of the door (I'm not, I'm writing this after she finally went to sleep but go with it for the sake of the story) and all I can think about is that I have no right to feel this upset because if I hadn't stayed up until midnight maybe I would have had at least some sleep before Beas midnight til 4am over stimulation party and then maybe today wouldn't have been such a disaster and I would have been able to handle this 4th meltdown of the day with poise and grace instead of silently excusing myself to go cry in the loo. Maybe if the house was tidy and a proper meal was on the table for my 8 year old who has perfectly brushed and lice free hair to eat then just maybe everything would be ok and it's my own fault for getting into this mess. 

So yea hence the existential crisis over wether my feelings are valid. Also I think I have a head louse under my nail.

[feolnir]

TToFaË: Wandering and Woe (4)

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An entire day.

That’s how long it took for Fëor to climb the Falls of Mithrafëol.

Though the image of him standing victoriously above the valley would have been ideal, the truth was…quite different. 

He was prostrated on the ground, gasping for air like a fish out of water.

He eventually flipped over, facing the sky above. The soft pink and orange hue of dawn was now a distant memory as the deep red and purple veil of dusk made way for the stars. It wouldn’t be long before Lua rose in the east, offering light back to Eldás before sharing it with Rëálna through the night.

“This…is going…to take…forever…”

Crawling his way to a nearby stone, he managed to sit and slump as he looked back beyond the falls. A great shadow stretched over the trees below, shrouding them in its cold embrace. The hopeless part of him yearned for it, especially as his eyes continued to wander eastward to where he assumed his home would be.

It was so far away.

The fire driving him towards Ërna was now a wavering flame, the warmth therefrom dwindling in the coolness of his growing despair.

But before the cold could reach his heart, he considered how Ërna must be feeling, alone in a hostile land. While it was true that Fëor never wandered far, Gälenor was still his home. Despite defying the will of the assembly, this land and its people would still welcome him over her. His empathy, the feeling of sorrow beyond his own, helped rekindle his dwindling spirit.

There was something he could still do.

He could get up.

He could go on.

“But first…”

He pulled a pouch off his belt and opened it up, revealing seeds, nuts, and berries that he had been gathering along the way.

“Dinner.”

And naturally, beady eyes watched him as he ate.

“Do spirits like you even eat?” Fëor huffed as he tossed a river-berry to the gylfëa begging him for food.

They didn’t need to eat, of course, but the squirrel-shaped spirit nevertheless felt left out without something to hold. Thus they sat together, munching and mulling things over before beginning the next part of their journey together. That is, until—

Snap!

Craaaack!

Whip!

—their peace was disturbed by the sound of snapping twigs and bending branches upriver. Fëor jolted, twisting around to look behind him.

Ching, chiiing.

Hoooofffff.

“Eeeasy, boy. Easy.”

Voices?! Fëor thought. So far, he hadn’t run into a single (non-spirit) soul since leaving the assembly—a fact he found…unsettling. Though antisocial by nature, he had still hoped to find people along the way to ask for clues, if nothing else. Comfier shelter would have been nice, too. Night was coming up quickly, after all.

Maybe I can finally get some help…and a proper rest.

The spirit-squirrel squeaked frantically, drawing his attention.

Naive! Fool! Caution!

That’s how he interpreted the behavior, and rightly so. Reprimanding himself for not learning his lesson after Tálnos’ meddling, Fëor frantically looked around for a place to take cover. He couldn’t afford to let his guard down.

It was a risk, but the best place he could find was a thicket just upriver from where he had been sitting. Despite being in the same direction as the sounds, he spotted a massive, moss-covered trunk sprouting with mushrooms there. It had fallen to its side and smelled like damp earth, but that was a source of comfort for him. Tucking himself inside, he watched through gaps in the wood and foliage to see who (or what) would come.

“They’re watching us, but haven’t made a single move.”

“I know. It’s infuriating.”

“I was prepared to fight, but this? This is exhausting.”

“How many days have we been going now? Ten? Thirteen? I can’t remember.”

“I’d rather they confront us already. How far must we go?”

“Stop complaining.”

Their armor gleamed through the grove as Eldás bestowed Her final blessing for the day—but upon them, marching through Gälenor with sword and spear, Her light seemed fell not fair; for they bore not art nor poetry, but weapons of war and plunder. Hence the hylëa of light was, in fact, distraught as the company before him distorted Her blessing to an ill end.

“Baiting them into ambushing us is secondary. Don’t forget that.”

“Yes, sir! Of course, sir!”

It didn’t make sense, but Fëor didn’t bother to understand. His shock and awe was more than enough to occupy him. Whether this troop from Pelría was overly confident or completely insane was, for him, not a concern. The thing bothering him most was…

That one. His aura. It’s…almost like Ërna’s.

Leading the troop with a white horse in tow was an Eldásr more splendid than the rest. He wore silver-blue armor made from a metal that Fëor had no chance of knowing to be cold-iron, a rare ore found only at the peaks of mountains surrounding the Meadow of Mýrás; and indeed, embossed upon his breastplate was Mýrás Herself.

It was his wind that Fëor questioned.

But…why is it so cold?

A chill ran down his spine as he beheld the self-made splendor of that company. How could a troop so fair, bathed in the blessings of light, be foul? Was it not a similar light that opened his eyes to the warmth of the world beyond? Perhaps these folk were like Ërna. Perhaps their wind was only cold from suffering, just as Fëor had himself to make it this far. Perhaps, then, they could be reasoned with. Perhaps they could even help him find Ërna. 

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps—

Before he knew it, he rose to his feet.

His gylfëa guide vanished.

The wind shifted.

There was no going back now.

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[kny-agere]

Hii! Maybe, and only if you can, could you make one with little! Giyuu and cg! Kyojuro? I don't have a specific idea, but I love your headcanon that Giyuu goes really little, I think it's accurate and really cute :3

Kyojuro gave up putting the boy down a long time ago. Giyuu clings to him like a monkey, whining anytime Rengoku tries to place him down for even a moment. Deep down he knows that Tomioka would be ok for a few minutes, he doesn’t even cry, just groans and sniffles. The sight and sound of it is still a little too much for the man’s tender heart however. He has plenty of strength to secure the boy with and little that actually needs to be done.

Though having a person clinging to his front only makes cooking harder. His skills are already subpar and it’s not easier when he keeps bumping Giyuu against the countertops and pots. So he settles for something simple. The soup still takes him much longer to make than usual, and he drops a whole unpeeled potato in by mistake, but once it’s done it tastes passible.

“C’mon baby you gotta let go.” He peels Giyuu off his front and sets the boy on his lap. It’s not much of a change, but he’s tormented with more disgruntled noises. “Why don’t you eat a bit?”

He coaxes a few bites into Tomioka’s mouth. Luckily the other hashira isn’t too judgmental. That doesn’t cure Rengoku’s guilt, he knows Senjuro’s cooking is better. Even Giyuu himself has better skills in the kitchen. He reminds himself to bring something from a restaurant next time.

Broth drips down Tomioka’s chin, staining his shirt. The flame hashira hesitates when cleaning up the spills just because the sight is so damn cute. Eventually though he starts refusing the spoonfuls of soup offered. Kyojuro takes this as his cue to wipe off Giyuu’s face and change to feeding himself.

The soup is just lukewarm now but he eats with gusto, quieting his usual exclamations. He made the mistake of yelling a loud, “Umai!” the first time he ate with Giyuu in his arms, which startled the man into tears. He had to regain the experience with young children that he lost as Senjuro grew.

Once the blond finishes the remainder of dinner he’s rewarded with arms immediately wrapping back around his neck. It pushes a light laugh out of his chest. Kyojuro kisses the head of raven black hair sitting on his shoulder. “What should we do now?”

As expected he doesn’t get a proper response, just a soft whine and hands tightening where they cling to his shirt. It’ll be at least another hour before he can get Tomioka to nap so he finds a book (one of Senjuro’s, something about sorcerers or dragons or whatever else the boy is reading about, admittedly Kyojuro isn’t much of a bookworm) and a comfortable spot to settle down in.

Rengoku murmurs the words quietly as he reads. He can’t tell if Tomioka is listening, or is even in a space to understand the words properly, but he remembers his mother doing this with Senjuro. If Kyojuro closes his eyes and thinks hard enough he can imagine her doing it with him. The thought is comforting and he hopes that’s how his whispering makes Giyuu feel. He’s less focused on the words anyways, the sentences are just tools for him to practice a gentler tone. Rengoku remembers being scolded by Kanroji when he met her family and subsequently frightened her youngest siblings.

He gets through a good portion of the book before a hand tugs at his shirt. Giyuu had been drooling on his shoulder for some time, the wet stain soaking through the fabric. Rengoku knew the man was growing tired. If he tried suggesting that without prompting Tomioka would refuse, sometimes staying up until he burst into tears and caved in. But with the gentle pull of his collar Kyojuro pulled the other hashira back and settled him on his lap.

Giyuu’s sleepy look is adorable. He rubs his eyes and leans back into the warm hold. “Should be go to the bedroom?” Kyojuro doesn’t wait for an answer. He moves upwards and into his room. The futon is already spread out, extra blankets and pillows are pilled on top. Tomioka himself doesn’t care for the excess comfort, but the sight of him curled up under a soft blanket or cuddling with a pillow is too good of a sight to pass up.

Rengoku doesn’t set down Giyuu quite yet though. He paces around the room, swaying and he walks. The blond is careful to make sure that Tomioka is really truly asleep before setting him down. If the older man realizes he’s been set down they’ll have to start the whole process over. There’s been days where Kyojuro just keeps the boy in his arms to make sure he gets actual rest.

However there’s a kitchen to be cleaned and if he doesn’t get that done before Senjuro arrives back home his brother will end up doing it himself. With slow and steady movements he deposits Giyuu onto the bed and waits with baited breath. The boy groans, turns onto his side, and then stills.

Rengoku is thankful for the skills he learned as a slayer. He’s able to retreat quietly without signaling his presence. Ever so slowly he closes the door, stealing one last look at the sleeping boy.

[tetsunabouquet]

Can't Help Falling In Love With You Chapter 12

Masterpost

Midorima, Takao, Ichijo and you decided to go have a victory dinner. You absolutely refused to allow those mean Shutoku supporters to sour Midorima and Takao's victory and Ichijo always was down for a free meal as Midorima charmingly offered to pay for the dinner. He really could be a gentleman sometimes, and you felt lucky to have him. You hoped he felt the same way. The four of you went to a restuarant of your choosing, it was one that served cuisines from all over the world, it also served your favorite meal of the best quality and wasn't overtly pricy- hence why you knew it. Your mother had saved up to go there after you went shopping for school supplies at the start of the year and just remembering the amazing taste made your mouth water. Midorima had smiled when you recommended it, being happy to know the places you liked and being able to dine there with you, even if it wasn't a proper date. You were willing to bet money he would take you there again for a date in the future and the prospect of dining there again in the future with just the two of you certainly was something that cheered you up. Ichijo and Takao walked in front of you, talking about a tv show they both happened to like as they tried to give you and Midorima some space to hold hands and talk amongst yourselves. Both of you were a little red faced, but neither of you would let go of the other's hand. "I'm sorry for how those guys spoke of you, it was disgraceful nandayo." Midorima said, his green eyes piercing through yours with sincerity. "I'm used to it, I feel more bad for you honestly." "You shouldn't be used to it!" Midorima snapped and you were honestly shocked to see him get so defensive about your sake. He wasn't the type of guy who'd wear his feelings on his sleeve after all. Ichijo looked over his shoulder and said, "Midorima-san, you should forget what happened for now. I see the restuarant right there, let's focus on eating our meal." "Ichijo is right, it's bad to eat when you're stressing out." Takao remarked and Midorima nodded with a sigh. The four of you walked in to the restuarant and you spotted the ober from last time. You couldn't help but grin as you escorted the group to a free table. Midorima sat next to you, and Ichijo and Takao plopped down in front of you. Takao quickly grabbed the menu and you giggled, it was clear he was hungry. "You know what you are getting already, don't you?" Midorima asked you and you nodded in response. Ichijo relaxed in his seat, having already spotted his choice from his seat next to Takao. After the raven haired boy picked his meal, he surrendered the menu card to Midorima who took a quick glance at it. He nodded as they saw they served some kind of Italian bean stew and you raised your hand to catch the attention of the ober. The man went to your table, notebook in hand. "What could I do for you?"

"This really is the best kimchi I've ever tasted!" Takao said about his Midorima nodded in agreement about his soup. "This place has a really good chef indeed, nandayo." You grinned from ear to ear, overjoyed Midorima liked your favorite restuarant too. You really did wish to eat more often over here with him, minus Takao and Ichijo next time. They were careful not to spoil your mood and Takao managed to hold himself back from commenting or laughing earlier when you fed Midorima a bite from your own meal after he had expressed he had never eaten it before. But still, you couldn't wait for the two of you to be here alone though. You ate a bite of your food, and you couldn't help but feel like the four of you were getting along well, like a new friend group was forming. You did not mind the thought. Takao seemed like a nice friend to have and he was the only one besides you who took care of Ichijo whenever he was too far gone without judgement. You suppose you could actually trust him. The evening ended with the four of you being fed full and feeling sleepy because of how satisfied you felt. The earlier bad experiences forgotten on each of your minds.

[cagesings]

 @heygutlcss  /  riff  sent:  ❛  what  do  you  want  for  dinner  ?  my  treat  !  ❜  

 they've  never  been  on  a  proper  date.  while  johanna  listened  as  other  girls  happily  discuss  every  detail  of  the  last  school  dance  and  awkward  classmates  shyly  ask  a  friend  to  go  with  them  to  get  ice  cream,  she  can't  even  admit  to  anyone  that  and  and  riff  are  something  together.  they've  participated  in  certain  things  in  the  back  of  cars  though  they've  yet  to ��actually  get  caught.  the  amount  of  times  they  don't  realize  they're  holding  hands  in  the  hallways  might've  given  them  away,  yet  no  one  said  anything  about  it.  dates  for  them  are  occasionally  sneaking  off  to  the  library  together  or  stopping  by  the  supermarket  to  pick  up  a  treat  before  school  started.  that's  been  completely  alright  with  her.

 this  sounds  like  an  actual  date.  dinner.  together.  him  paying.  this  is  exactly  what  people  think  of  when  the  word  date  is  mentioned.  

 ❝  just  because  he's  out  of  town  doesn't  mean  you  have  to  pay  for  me.  i  have  other  ways  of  getting  ahold  of  money,  you  know.  ❞  a  whole  weeks  with  her  guardian  across  the  state  for  a  conference.  what  was  a  sweet  relief  before  has  turned  into  a  week  of  paradise.  they've  been  able  to  be  more  casual  about  everything.  more  free.  despite  herself,  johanna  feels  a  flutter  of  butterflies  soar  through  her  stomach  as  she  thinks  about  it.  she  assumed  that  was  behind  her,  yet  here  she  is  now.  

 though,  riff  knows  how  she  is  about  food.  aside  from  mrs.  eastman  and  her  guardian,  he's  the  only  person  to  have  noticed  something  off.  accepting  silly  treats  like  snoballs  or  zingers  from  him  was  a  difficult  step  to  take.  part  of  her  wonders  if  this  is  an  attempt  to  make  sure  she  eats  a  full  meal  because  he  can't  control  what  she  does  during  lunch,  yet  the  flutters  in  johanna's  stomach  win.  she  wants  to  go  to  dinner  with  him.  

 ❝  you  really  don't  have  to.  ❞  brows  raise  as  if  to  ask,  you  would  do  that  for  me?  ❝  mrs.  eastman  cooks.  ❞  she  knows  nearly  every  way  to  make  it  look  as  if  she  ate  everything  on  her  plate.  ❝  besides,  i  don't  know  anywhere  in  town.  we  don't  go  out.  ever.  we  should  probably  be  saving  our  money  if  anything.  we  can  meet  up  to  do  something  else  instead.  ❞  it's  her  own  fault  she's  loosing  this  chance,  yet  she  doesn't  want  to  give  it  up  entirely.  ❝  if  you,  um,  really  wanted  to  --  which  i'm  not  saying  you  should  --  where,  uh,  would  you  want  to  go?  ❞