#anyway i gotta go cook some salmon

[hballegro]

since all my ads are converse now im getting the strong urge to put bj in these that i keep getting shown

whats that he's 6'4" how about we make him 6'7" how about we just make him the tallest man you've ever seen how about we give him pink shoes to match his pink shirt and pink soul how about we just get even sillier with it

[blues824]

round 5 ‼️‼️ gotta feed them silver simps

silver w prompts 18 and 19!!

You requested: Christmas Dinner, Making Christmas Dinner, + Mistletoe 

Sorry I forgot it on the last request!!

Silver

Because the Diasomnia crew was going back to Briar Valley for Winter Break, you had proposed having a dinner celebration before then because you were not going to see them for a little while. Malleus and Lilia knew that there was a bit of a situationship between you and Silver, so they were all too happy to accept your invitation.

It was a rather casual occasion, but you still decorated the dormitory appropriately for the season it was. You were wiping down the counter when you got a text from a certain silver-haired knight.

Do you need any help setting up?

You paused to look around you, seeing if you actually needed any assistance. Then you realized that you would need help preparing dinner. You needed a few ingredients as well, but your hands were tied at the moment. So, you decided to call him.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Silver! How good are you at cooking? Or even just following a recipe?”

“I would say I am proficient.”

“Good, because I need help preparing the meal and I need a few ingredients. It’s not a lot, and I’ll pay you back-”

“No need. I’ve got you covered. Being a knight pays fairly well, so don’t worry.”

“You are my knight in shining armor… When do you think you’ll get here?”

“Should be less than an hour. I’ll head to Sam’s Shop right now.”

“Ok! Sounds good. See you later!”

“Bye, Y/N.”

~~~~~~~~

True to his word, he arrived at Ramshackle no later than an hour after he hung up. He knocked on the door with his free hand, grocery bag in the other. He had to escape from his dorm quietly, otherwise his father would have wanted to help with the cooking, and the last thing anyone needed before the trip was food poisoning.

When you answered the door, you had a smile on your face as you tried to take the groceries from him, but he refused, saying he wouldn’t be a gentleman if he had you carry them. You let him in, and he set them on the counter, and he immediately set about rolling up his sleeves to his elbows and washing his hands.

Seeing him roll up his sleeves had to be the hottest thing you had ever seen. You were able to clearly see the veins of his hands and the slightly toned muscles in his forearms. You could have died happy right then and there.

ANYWAY, he turned to you as he wiped his hands on the towel.

“What are we going to be making?”

“…Buckle up.”

~~~~~~~~

He was right: he was proficient when it came to cooking. Of course, he was just following the recipe, but he was doing really well. For the dinner, you wanted to make their favorite dishes as well as some dishes from your own world as well.

That meant that you were making mushroom risotto, salmon carpaccio, you had gotten some ice cream beforehand, and you looked up some tomato dishes. You also, luckily, had some tuna to feed Grim. The smell of the kitchen wafted through the air, making the cat hungry, and more than a few times you and Silver had to swat his paws away from the food.

When you had diced the onions, he got concerned when you started crying. He rushed over to you and checked to see if you had cut yourself. You were definitely surprised by the close proximity, but you had to assure him that you were fine and it was the onions rather than you actually being hurt.

In order to make sure that you were alright, he took over chopping the onions, and they still managed to make him tear up, but he kept going. He would rather do it, even if it did sting a bit, because you were washing out your eyes with some water at the moment.

Onion incident aside, everything else went smoothly. You both talked about whatever came to mind, topics such as how his training was going or what Sebek freaked out about just the other day. To hear that your fellow First Year was screaming at a poor Diasomnia student for daring to not bow before the great Malleus Draconia was not surprising. In fact, you felt pity for the student, as they might not have known the proper etiquette for being around the Royal Family.

When you placed the last dish out on the table and covered it with aluminum foil, you thanked him for all his help, and an awkward silence fell over you both. He gathered his things and exited the door back to Diasomnia, going to change because he had gotten some stuff all over his clothes. You were in a similar state and rushed upstairs to get a change of clothes.

Meanwhile, two certain faes and a certain cat were plotting a little something, and Grim quietly slipped out of the room to get one last decoration. Malleus and Lilia totally bribed him the last time they saw him by the way, offering to bring the fanciest tuna that money could buy.

~~~~~~~~

You were a bit nervous for the dinner, as you had never hosted royalty before. You yourself didn’t know how to act, and you were afraid you were gonna end up like the scolded Diasomnia student. However, you were not afraid to fight Sebek back.

Anyway, the doorbell rang, and you rushed to open it. Your guests had arrived, and you greeted each and every one of them as they walked in. They took in the decorated, yet still ramshackled dormitory, and you were getting even more nervous. However, Silver gave you a comforting smile that made your butterflies settle down.

“What lovely decorations, Prefect!~” Lilia said as he put his coat on the coat-rack.

“It smells wonderful, Child of Man,” Malleus could definitely sense your nerves, so he tried to calm you down.

“Thank you. The food is ready, if you’re all hungry!” You said, leading them to the kitchen, where they would assemble their own plates. You were afraid that you were gonna be yelled at for daring to make the prince make his own plate of food, but you got no retribution. You looked at Sebek and his mouth actually was duct-taped. The sight made you giggle, but you moved on rather quickly.

Once everyone got their servings, you all sat down in the living room to enjoy each other’s company. The piece of tape on the younger knight’s mouth was removed on the condition that he would not complain. To be fair, you learned to make salmon carpaccio for him, so he had no real reason to complain anyway.

Silver had a serving of the mushroom risotto, his favorite, and he noticed that his father took some as well, making him feel a bit happy. He took a bite and noticed that it tasted wonderful, a great fruit of you and him working as a team. 

You were invested in your conversation with Malleus, asking him about his grandmother and her wellbeing, any new gargoyles he took notice of, the types of architecture back in the Briar Valley, and he was all too happy to speak about it with you. Silver found himself staring at you, and Lilia discovered that as well, giving him a bit of an elbow.

“Why don’t you actually talk to Y/N?” His father whispered to him.

“I don’t know what you mean, Lilia. I talk to them regularly.”

“Oh, but you do know what I mean. I’ve seen that look in many eyes, including my own. You’re in love, my son,” He said, a knowing gleam in his smile.

~~~~~~~~

As the crew got up to leave, you noticed that Malleus, Lilia, and even Grim all had smirks on their faces. You were definitely very suspicious, especially as you lingered behind with Silver, not quite ready for him to leave yet.

“Are you sure I can’t pay you back for your help today?” You asked, stopping right before the front door.

“I am very sure, Prefect. You don’t need to worry,” He said, also stopping. He was trying his hardest to not fall asleep right then and there, feeling the day’s exhaustion catching up to him.

Then you noticed something like magical sparkles floating down. You looked up to see a levitating piece of mistletoe, letting out a gasp as both of your faces grew warm. Silver looked back into your eyes.

“I am not one to stray from tradition, but I understand if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Are you asking if you can kiss me?”

“I suppose…?”

“Then yes.”

And with that, as the rest of the Diasomnia crew celebrated outside your front door, your knight in shining armor placed a gentle and delicate kiss upon your lips. His hands went to cup your face, and your hands went to hold onto his arms, both of you reveling in the loving embrace of your newfound lover.

[smolpumpkinpaws]

Snack ideas for pet dreamers/regressors!

DISCLAIMER: This is strictly ideas for snacks, not meals! You gotta eat three balanced meals! Anyways, onward!

Kitty regressors/dreamers: Cats eat fish and many cat foods contain chicken, so goldfish crackers and chicken flavored crackers can make fun snacks for kitty regressors! People used to feed cats cream, though that's only safe in small portions and must only be done on occasion. Going off of that, maybe you could have a cup of yoghurt as a kitty snack! Using cereal like kibble could also be fun!

Pup regressors/dreamers: Like mentioned above, using cereal as kibble could be fun. Also, there are those Scooby Snacks biscuits that look like dog biscuits! Dogs also eat meat, so jerky could be a good snack too!

Wolf regressors/dreamers: Like with pup snacks, you could use Scooby Snacks or jerky as your wolf snack! Wolves have also been known to eat rabbits, so you could use those Annie's snacks that are shaped like rabbits, too. Wolves have also been known to eat berries on occasion (usually when prey is scarce), so you could also try berries as your wolf snack, especially if you prefer to have a vegetarian/vegan option!

Fox regressors/dreamers: Foxes eat a variety of things, such as rabbits, bugs, small birds, and occasionally berries. So, you could try chicken flavored crackers or Annie's rabbit shaped snacks. You can also eat berries as a vegan option. As for something resembling bugs, you could try gummy worms or cooked grasshoppers. Grasshoppers are expensive though, and if you're shopping online, make sure you're buying grasshoppers cooked for people, not as reptile food!

Bunny regressors/dreamers: Rabbits of course eat fruits and vegetables! I think real life rabbits can only eat certain kinds of fruits and vegetables, and even then, they're actually supposed to eat greens and can only eat fruits and vegetables on occasion, but you're a regressor/dreamer, so you can eat any kind of fruit or veggie you like! Fruit gummies and veggie straws are also good ideas too!

Bear regressors/dreamers: I know a few things bears eat are salmon, deer, berries, and honey. So, bear regressors can try eating goldfish crackers, deer jerky, and berries! As for honey, I'd imagine anything with honey works.

Dragon regressors/dreamers: Dragons are known for their love of treasure, so chocolate coins and ring pops are possible options! If my books are correct, dragons are known to often eat fish and livestock, so goldfish crackers and jerky are good options, too.

Bat regressors/dreamers: Different kinds of bats consume different things, including fruits, insects, and blood. So, some possibilities are fruit, fruit gummies, gummy worms, cooked grasshoppers, and red fruit punch or red soda!

I hope this gave some of you some ideas!

[rubberducki20]

Background and descriptions:

World:Earth, a place with humans and demi humans, they don't usually exist peacefully but there are safe places and people.

Characters:

Jarek: 6'2, 25 year old Demi human, grouchy dickhead cat man, been in a gang since 14 (refuses to speak on it), tattooed and the peen is pierced (arm sleeves and a ladder piercing oh my)

Lavender (Kora): 5'1, 22 year old human, sweet but assertive, army drop out, her mother married a Demi human so she loves Demi humans, no tattoos or piercings, just scars

MDNI 🔞 NSFW 🔞

Here's a photo rep or Jarek

Kora's POV

I place the first aid kit in the table beside him, "shirt off, I gotta see how bad they are." I sit down in front of him, half expecting him to just leave, but he doesn't. He huffed and takes his shirt off showing toned and muscled chest and stomach, it wasn't as bad as I thought. I dabbed peroxide on a cotton ball and cleaned the wounds and blood up.

I wasn't expecting to have a 6 foot man in my house, I cringe at the blood he smeared on the couch. Oh well, at least it's old and leather. "Tsk, why the fuck did you drag me here human?" He asks, his cream colored black tipped tail flicks showing his annoyance. "Maybe because you were getting your ass kicked on my lawn. Humans are so selfish and racist. It's Kora by the way." I shout back from the bathroom, the poor man had blood soaking his shirt and face, he was definitely gonna have bruises that lasted more than a week. "Whatever bitch. What are you even doing anyways?" He quirks, wow this man was a fiesty one. "If your gonna call me a bitch at least pull my hair and spank me. What I'm gonna do is fix your wounds and put that shoulder back in place."

He took his shirt off, showing me that the wounds werent so bad as they looked. I cleaned the wound with peroxide and cotton balls. After that I put my hands on his shoulder, "this is gonna hurt, I'm sorry." I shove the socket back into the blade and all I get from him is a hiss of pain.

"So how do you want me to pay you back?" His question surprised me. I laughed at it, "Nothing, but if you need a place to stay you can, If you feel like you owe me then I'll just as for help moving big furniture or at my store." I get up and put the first aid kit back, "I'm not some pet for you to oggle human." His ears were to the side, and he didn't look to happy. "Who said you were a pet dumbass? You want to pay me back, then that's how. I only offer a room cause it's clear you don't have a place to go." I snap back, heading to the kichean to make dinner. I could feel him seething but he didn't answer me, but the chair squeaking on the floor did.

I made salmon and ramen with eggs, and slid a bowl with chopsticks in front of him. I sat down across from the man and began eating myself. "Can I at least know your name?" I questioned, "Jarek." was my only response.

After we both finish, I grab our dishes an wash them. "Let me show you the room you'll be staying in." I beckon him to follow and he does. I stop at the green door, open it and move out the way so he can come in. "You have a private bathroom, and tomorrow we'll go get you some new clothes." I turn towards my door that's 2 down, "if you need me just holler or knock." I walk into my room and and lea against the door. Eventually I hear his door close and my body relaxes.

I got ready for bed and tried to sleep. After a few hours of tossing and turning, I couldn't help it, I was turned on by Jarek, ofc I wasn't gonna tell him that. So, I grabbed my vib and toy to relax my ache. Hoping to God Jarek couldn't hear.

Jarek's POV

I didn't get why that little human was being friendly, it was weird..but she did cook really good and the room was nice, especially the bed.

Jarek was too high on alert to sleep, and it didn't help that with his hearing, he could hear little human being promiscuous. He felt himself stiffen, and sighed at himself, hating that he was turned on by it.

Eventually the little one stopped, more then likely finding the high she was chasing and it wore her out. Finally, Jarek was able to get some sleep. He'll deal with his raging cock later.

Morning ♡

Jarek woke to the smell of pancakes, he couldn't remember the last time he had them. He stalked to the kitchen, Jarek smelled the remnants of pleasure that stuck to his little human. He wanted to taste it, but refrained from it.

She was dressed in shorts and a sports bra, her hair wet, mustve taken a shower. "Smells good for a human cooking." Jarek sat in the seat he did last night and 3 pancakes were put in front of him. He wouldn't ever admit it, but she was amazing at cookin. "Well im glad you like it, I know a demi friendly store we can go to for some new clothes. Then we gotta go open up my store." She said to her food, she was nervous around him. He loved it.

"Yea yea, just don't be tryna say I'm your pet or sum shit." Jarek put his plate in the sink, and sat back down. "If anyone asks, your my roommate and new hire." She chirps, throwing a discarded shirt on an grabbed some keys. They both walked out of the house and got into her car. It was nice, solid black with dark green leather seats. Jarek adjusted the seat to his liking and their little journey began. "Ok, so here's my card, don't go too crazy but get what you need. Imma go do store owner duties and come back to pick you up." She pulls up to a store, the sign saying demi humans welcomed in all black. "Alright. See you later then." Jarek gets out the car and reaches in to get the card.

He watches the car drive off and he goes into the store.

Kora's POV

She liked this softer side of Jarek, definitely not the softest, but at least he wasn't calling her a bitch. She pulled up to her pride and joy, Lavender Layers, a bakery she's gained ownership of when her parents passed. She noticed two cars parked in the back, must be her two employees, Viva and Chancellor. As she got out at walked to the back of the door, she guide was right cause the two demi humans got out of their cars and joined her. "Hey boys! How yall. Ready to fill some orders to day?" Kora smiled, the two men agreeing. "Oh, we have a new hire, he's my roommate too, so don't be too hard on him..he's had a rough past."

The men hummed in acknowledgement, they didn't speak a lot either, I hired them the day they got out of prison. I had their backs and they had mine.

Kora let the men get to their daily duties and she went to order jarek a few store shirts and a cap that'd fit his cat ears. A knock on the office door startled her, and as it opened she was given a coffee. "Thank you Viva, your husband's coffee is the best." She took several sips enjoying the honey hazelnut coffee. With the clothes ordered, Kora went to the front to unlock the door, and to help finish baking her mothers favorite desserts.

A few customers human and demi alike to enjoy Sweets. The door opened and jarek stalked in. "Oh hey! You find everything you need?" She smiled, and went to the side to let him in the back of the store. "Yea I found it all. You didn't tell you owned Lavender. I loved this place as a kid." Jarek looked around, tail swishing with curiosity. "My mom and step dad owned this place, I got it once they passed. Here's our coworkers, Chancellor and Viva. They don't talk much but their great." She started showing Jarek everything that he'll start learning the next couple days while the boys took care of the line out front. "I also ordered you some shirts for the store and a cap. If I'm not around, the boys will be able to show you. And-" glass breaking stopped Kora mid sentence.

The pair went up front to see Viva helping a lady with two kids clean up a broken mug, the poor lady was apologizing profusely. "Ma'am it's perfectly okay, we all break things sometimes. Trust me we have more mugs." Viva says and goes back to remake her drink.

That's all I'm writing for today guys, works got me a Lil beat 😮‍💨😅 love yall! I hope I get to wrote more on these little love birds.

[darksaiyangoku]

RWBY: Grim Tales

For @kinashia

Caught in the Web

[Kingdom of Mistral - Yún Town]

It was a late, warm autumn evening in the town of Yún and a young boy was walking around the market stalls for ingredients. He had ashen-black hair, tanned, freckly skin, hazel eyes and wore a cream-coloured, raggedy shirt, dull orange gloves, torn brown trousers and black boots. He held a piece of small paper in his hand and looked at the list of ingredients.

Oscar: Okay let's see. Uncle Oliver asked me to get some dill, salmon, mustard, paprika, cinnamon and some apples. Shouldn't be too hard... if this crowd would break away a little.

He waded through the sea of people until he finally reached the stall that sold herbs and spices. He quickly made his purchase before dashing away. Oscar looked around until he saw a sign that a picture of a blue fish.

Oscar: *walks over* Excuse me, madam. How much for your salmon?

Fishmonger: Would you like a whole one or cut into steaks?

Oscar: Oooh! Steaks please.

Fishmonger: You got it! *slices up the salmon* That's 16 silver lien, please.

Oscar made the purchase and bagged up most of his shopping. All that was left were apples. He was about to make his way to the fruit stall but found that it was closed.

Oscar: Wha? Aw man... Well, I guess I'd better head back.

Oscar ventured out of the market place, intent on returning home when a tavern caught his eye. His stomach rumbled with hunger and the aroma of food danced on his nose. A quick snack couldn't hurt and dinner wouldn't be ready until much later anyway. Maybe if he was lucky, they could have some spare apples. With his mind made up, Oscar stepped inside and hopped onto a chair at the bar.

Oscar: Um, could I have a slice of cherry pie, please?

Bartender: Certainly, young man. Would you like custard or cream.

Oscar: Custard, please. Vanilla flavoured.

Bartender: Excellent choice!

Oscar: Oh and do you have any spare apples?

Bartender: We have 6. You can take them, no extra charge.

Oscar: *smiles* Thanks sir.

Oscar looked around the tavern as he waited patiently. He could how lively everyone was, chatting with friends, flirting with each other and singing ballads out of tune. Several minutes had passed and the pie finally arrived, alongside a small sack of apples. Oscar took a spoonful and hummed at the beautiful combinafion of rich, sour cherries and smooth, sweet custard.

Bartender: So then, young man. Are you going to be staying for the Phantom Party tonight?

Oscar: *shakes head* I can't. I gotta get home to my aunt. She and my uncle are cooking dinner tonight.

Bartender: Ah... right. *leans in*

Oscar: Um, sir?

Bartender: Are you sure you want to go back all by yourself? The path away from Yún is dangerous during the night. Grimm prowl about in the forest looking for children to feast on.

Oscar: *chuckles* Come on, that's just a fairytale. I've lived here my whole life and I haven't met a single Grimm. I know the forests like the back of my hand.

Bartender: Are you sure?

Oscar: Positive.

Bartender: Still, take this. *gives Oscar a dagger* Just in case.

Oscar: ...okay? *gives the bartender 3 silver coins* Thank you, sir.

He paid for the snack and headed out of the tavern, unaware of the look he was getting from a hooded stranger sitting in the corner of the tavern.

[Forest]

Oscar's body trembled with every step he took. He clasped onto the knife in one hand, ready for any danger.

Oscar: *deep breath* There's no such thing as monsters, there's no such thing as monsters.

A vicious hiss made Oscar jump. He turned around and swung the knife wildly. But there was no one there. Oscar turned the other way as he heard thumping sounds on the ground. He backed away slowly, gripping the knife tight. Suddenly, the hiss became louder, startling Oscar. He looked up and, from the trees, was a large web weaved atop of the branchss. At the center was a large, black spider-like creature with white, bone-like plating covering its top and red eyes that burned with hatred.

Oscar: GAAAAAAH!!!!! *falls down*

Oscar frantically ran, not even daring to look back. Instantly, however, a jet of silver webs shot out of the spider's mouth and snatched him by the legs.

Oscar: AAAAAAAGH!!!!

The sensation of the webs felt like blades piercing his skin. Oscar's heart was racing furiously. He was desperately grabbing at the ground, but it wasn't working. He was trapped. The spider started to drag him towards its nest.

Oscar: No please! I don't wanna die! Someone, anyone! Save me!!!

SLICE!!!

Suddenly, Oscar felt the webs loosen their hold on him. He quickly shook them off and stood up. In front of him was a tall, hooded stranger face-to-face against the spider. It tore off the hood to reveal a young woman. She had long, spiky black hair that resembled bird's feathers, a torn black skirt and boots, crimson armour and eyes and, on her waist, she carried two swords; a wakisashi and katana. She glared at the spider-creature and drew her katana. Immidiately, it jumped from its nest and landed with a hard thud that shook the forest grounds. It raised its two front legs and started to attack the stranger, only for to parry quickly.

SLASH!!!

In one stroke, the two front legs were sliced off of them were sliced in half. The beast screeched in pain.

Stranger: *raises hand* Aard!

A pulse of wind were pushed back several feet away. The stranger ran towards the spider without even a hint of fear. It tried to bite her with its large fangs, but she leaped into the air and landed on its back. The spider rocked violent trying to shake her off to no avail. From her waist, she got a vial of red powder and poured onto her katana, turning the blade into scarlet red. Gripping her sword with both hands, she plunged it deep into the creatures's head. The impact ignited the spider and set if ablaze, as the stranger leaped off. Oscar stared in both fear and awe. The stranger turned around and walked over to Oscar slowly. She kneeled down and picked up a small sack, handing it to him.

Stranger: You dropped this, kid.

Oscar: *panting* Um... t-thanks. I-I'm Oscar.

Looking at the stranger as she sheathed her sword, she noticed that she was wearing a silver medallion around her neck in the shape of a phoenix.

Oscar: *blinks* Y-You're a Witcher? Aren't you?

Stranger: *smirks* That's right, kid.

Oscar: I-I thought you were just a fairytale. A bedtime story parents tell to their kids.

Raven; Sorry to disappoint you, but we are very much real. As are those sorry sights behind me, the grimm. *offers hand* My name is Raven. Raven Branwen of the Phoenix School.

[misspetsyourcats]

okay kittens. whew. we got a food review.

and what are we reviewing?

why, only the weirdest thing i have seen yet!

first off, we are modifying the recipe (I say recipe but I mean cooking instructions on the side of the styrofoam containet) because I am going to boil water in the kettle and pour it in and then put the chopsticks back over the top of the film and wait four minutes, none of this microwave-only silliness. Please see images of instructions below…

see? we are not doing that.

It is a pretty color of teal though. Same color as my jumper I have on. So, we peel back the lid, look inside, anddd… it’s kinda. Brown.

I think that’s supposed to be chunks of egg and sausage?

We will find out later, but for now, we choose not to think about it. Time to add water to the fill line and… the noodles cover it. When dry. Gotta put in enough water to shrink the noodles and then see the fill line (will show you in a moment).

Anyway. We then let sit, and bring our concoction to the table.

Four minutes pass, and this thing is not giving off any sort of smell, so we open her up. Peel back the cover and peer in.

The mystery only deepens because wtf am I looking at.

ah. Some lumps and a pile of darkness. Appetizing. But I will soldier through (I forgot to go grocery shopping) and I stick the chopsticks in, giving her a good stir.

As you can see, the fill line is pretty far down there (it is at my fingertip- I promise to you, kittens, I have a left hand within two standard deviations from the mean, and therefore this is a normal unit of measure.)

But overall, the noodles look… fairly standard. This could be disappointing to some of you, or it could be reassuring. After all, this could be very strange.

After taking a few bites, I decide that it tastes exactly like a two day old pancake from denny’s that has soaked up a bit of maple syrup, but you did not have any to add, so you can only taste the residual from the takeaway box.

This lump is decidedly an attempt at egg. It reminds me of the powdered egg you get at sleepaway camp, but without the taste of campfire and teasing. Some of the broth has come with it but not enough to make it the right texture. Good they did not add many.

There are also lumps of what appears to be an attempt at sausage, but these are hideous abominations that I refused to ask my body to digest. Dear reader, I will spare you images of them.

I believe the strangest part of this experience was in fact the beoth. It tasted like a very rich beef broth, maybe with a bit of beef bone broth, but… with maple syrup. It was just on the edge of being too sweet, and I found that I actually enjoyed it. Perhaps with some soybeans or salmon this would have been a good broth. However, with its attempt at pancake noodles and eggs and sausage? Nu-uh.

In summary: should you find yourself in possession of this and nothing else, separate the parts and use them as follows:

broth: basting or simmer sauce, perhaps a salmon glaze

noodles: regular noodles. maybe with veggies.

the chunks of wannabe eggs and sausage: feed to a creature you dislike.

[squid-ink-symphony]

im really liking story mode and splatoon 2 in general so far, and i just got to the 4th area, so here are some random thoughts i have on it in no particular order.

I rlly like that Marie is basically the only other character here. I may be biased cuz she's my second fav character (shiver is number one ofc) but i just rlly like her commentary. But not have Callie here to also say random stuff is kinda sad..... Like at first i was like yessss lets go only Marie(no offense, i love callie). But i miss her :(

I may be one of the few sheldon enjoyers as someone who actually likes reading all his dialogue, so i appreciate him also being here.

THIS IS HARD. I know i suck at video games... but some of these levels just feel so LONG. And making me fight enemy octolings with a charger is evil. Anyway yeah i need some easier levels spread out between these like splat 3 had. Cuz this is..... not good. I have to keep taking breaks cuz the long levels do be mentally taxing. Like hello this is funny squid game i cant be bad at smth intended for kids. I havent straight up failed a level yet but ive come close.

Hello?????? The ruins of ark whatever its called salmon run map is so cool????? Why dont we have this in splat 3 yet. Its so fun.

speaking of salmon run, not being able to throw eggs or have the movement of splat 3 is so cursed. like, what do u mean thats not a thing????

Yeah the not being able to do the lil charge thing up wallls is so unsatistfying.....

I had to play as a guy cuz i wanted my splat 3 hair. (the ponytail) which i dont usually care about in games, but the girl inklings have cuter voices.... Oh well i am a dude now lol. Luckily gender is a game to me so i dont actually care other than the voice difference

Pearl and Marina my beloveds.... HOW COME WE DONT DONT GET STAGE SPECIFIC DIALOUGE IN SPLAT 3????? not only do deep cut not get many chances to speak in story mode they also have repetitive news segments...... so sad.. its ok i still love them. But yeah i love these funny creechurs. why are they like that. they say so many insane things. pearl and marina are so funky :D

Forcing me to use the hero charger for certain levels is so evil and messed up. I only like dualies, rollers, and sometimes brella. They cant do this to me.. I cannot aim....

As with splat 3 i am enamored with the backgrounds in the story mode levels themselves. i love just wasting like 5 mins just staring at them. I want to make literally any of them my desktop background but idk how to get a good pic of them.... man especially the upside down city looking one in 3. its so pretty and just UGH ITS SO GOOOD/

I am so poor..... what do u mean clothes cost money/?? i have to play the game??? all i want is to dress up my funny lil squid... i need a splatoon spinoff that is just a casual game thats like a dress up/room decoration game. maybe w like a cooking minigame too. thats ideal. like animal crossing or smth but squids. Shooting ppl is stressful.... (dont ask me why i play splatoon if i dont like combat cuz its scary. i couldnt tell u)

WHY ARE ALL THE INK COLORS IN THIS GAME SO MUCH PRETTIER THAN THE SPLAT 3 ONES???? ITS NOT FAIR. Some of these blue's are so pretty... i want...

none of the multiplayer maps have rlly stuck out to me in any way. Like they all just kinda feel the same lol. I think like maybe one or two i thought were cool? but idk the names. i def like the aesthetic of a lot of them.

I wanna just try all the weapons and specials but noooooo i gotta level up. just gimme everything ok

i also wanna explore the stages but as far as i know there isnt recon. I was just gonna do a private battle but turns out u cant do those w one person. And i was so excited cuz there were splatfest stages availbe too...... so sad i just wanna check out the maps but idk how to/if i can do that.....

the amount of times ive fallen off the map in the main level select area of story mode is more than i can count. its not even funny at this point

I also just cannot find some of the scrolls/sardines in some levels despite playing them mulitiple times. Not to just expose myself as incompetent over and over today, but i am 100% gonna need to look up a guide cuz i do not have the patience for this.

Also the rhythm game is surprisingly one of my fav things so far??? Like i am having the most fun ever with this thing. I want it in splat 3 so bad w all the new songs. Its actually just so fun. Like idk maybe better than story mode somehow. Maybe i just have my priorities wrong tho lol

Anyway yeah tats all i have 2 say for now... I think. idk im having fun w the game so yeah

[twstinginthewind]

[ 𝐓𝐑𝐘 ] ―  sender gives receiver a taste of what they’re cooking / baking for their opinion - Paul wants Mia to be honest about the salmon cream pasta he's cooking up for the Lounge's upcoming special menu. 🌼

Five Senses prompts

"I've never been backstage at Mostro before!" Mia's eyes were wide as she took in the bright, clean atmosphere of the lounge's kitchen. She sat on a tall stool next to the big butcher-block island that dominated the room, her chin propped up in her hands. "It's really cool back here!"

Paul chuckled, not turning away from the stove. "It's back-of-house, Mia. Backstage is for folks who get an audience, not the ones who make yer meals." He stirred a large, bubbling pot of pasta, and nodded with satisfaction. Nothing was sticking; it was gonna be perfect. He took the lid off of the other saucepan, and a thin wisp of steam rose to meet him.

"You kinda have an audience, though, don't you? Everyone who comes here can't wait to see their favorite fella, the one who brings them their lunch." She giggled demurely into her hand.

"I'm hardly anyone's favorite," Paul scoffed*, rolling his eyes. "But I'm glad ya think so, at least. I think we're almost done, here..."

Mia's ear twitched attentively as the scents from the stove reached her. "Mm! That smells real familiar, Paulie! What'd you make today?"

"You mentioned favorites?" He was still facing the stove, ladling some sauce into a separate bowl, but from behind, Mia could see a blush starting to form. His ears and the back of his neck were turning as pink as a fresh piece of—

"Salmon?" Mia asked, cheerfully.

"You got it!" Paul's posture relaxed slightly as he combined the pasta with the sauce, tossing it gently to cover every strand. "You told me ya liked salmon cream pasta, so I called up Ma, and she gave me the recipe that we used ta use at the restaurant. Azul was lookin' for some new dishes, anyway, so I told 'im we could try it out, maybe add it to the rotation. But I wanted you ta have the first dish." His hands reached out for a few final items; a spoonful of capers, a sprinkle of shredded cheese, a sprig of parsley.

"You really wanted to add my fave to the menu?" Mia's expression went soft, and she put her hand over her heart.

Paul turned to face her, pink-cheeked, with a plate of the creamy pasta in one hand and a fork in the other. "Well, I wanted to add somethin' special. And I couldn't think of anything more special than whatever your favorite would be."

"Paulieeeeeee. That's so sweeeeeeet." Mia bounced a little on her stool as he put it onto the counter in front of her, and gratefully took the fork. "Here we go!!" She twirled up a forkful and took a bite.

Paul's palms sweated. Now was the deciding moment.

Mia squeaked in delight, and he finally relaxed. "It's perfect! It's just like the one at Grammy's favorite place in Pyroxene! But better because it's got chunks of salmon instead of a mush. It's sooooo good!"

Paul grinned from ear to ear. "Thanks, Mia!! Now I just gotta convince the boss to like it, too."

"I'll tweak his nose if he doesn't," she said around another mouthful. "If he doesn't like it, he's got no taste at all."

*incorrect. as we all know, everyone loves a lil' sardine. Except Floyd.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

I'm uh.

Thinking about.

Starting that side-blog I mentioned a LOOONG time ago.

The One Piece themed cooking blog, where the posts would be written from the POV of various One Piece characters.

I feel like I'm ready. It generated enough interest when I first mentioned it that, while a little nervous, I do want to go forward with it.

There's gonna be a poll, but first, I'mma rant a little.

I mentioned my abysmal financial situation earlier, but the one thing I DO have access to is food right now. I was honestly worried about starving until two days ago. Because there is a child in the household and essentially no money, we were approved for immediate emergency financial assistance for food.

I was able to go grocery shopping yesterday for the first time in almost a month. Hit the sales and stocked up on essentials. Legitimately cried at the sight of having a full pantry/fridge for the first time in a couple months.

And well, cooking is as much a passion for me as writing and art are. As also is One Piece. Things aren't GREAT right now, financially speaking, but they should be improving soon, and in the meantime my passions provide a much needed distraction from the horrors of reality.

And now that I have the materials necessary, I can actually enjoy cooking again. I don't enjoy needing financial assistance, but I enjoy the prospect of my family starving to death much less, so. Here we are.

I already had some salmon in my freezer, and I was able to pick up a bag of orzo (a variety of pasta shaped like rice). Planning on making a main course out of it, I've made a one-pan salmon/orzo dish before that was absolutely beautiful. And I think I'm going to use that meal as the first post for the One Piece food blog.

So I pose you all a poll

One that will determine the direction that the dish in question will go.

Pick a vegetable side to go with a dish centered around salmon and orzo, and I'll use it to influence how I handle the main course, and it will be the first official recipe on the blog.

Likely a Sanji recipe, as his specialty is seafood.

Blog will include recipes from beginner to advanced difficulties, with detailed instructions, as well as general culinary tips. And culinary humor. One of my OCs may make an occasional appearance, since she's a chef and has a history with Zeff.

So anyway. The poll.

I am also willing to take asks here for suggestions on other veg sides, but right this moment, I have broccoli, asparagus, and fresh green beans on hand. I do still have the financial assistance necessary to get more vegetables, and don't mind doing so, but I DO live in a very small town where variety is limited. Seasonings aren't really an issue since I have...a lot of those. Also have a ton of fresh garlic, onion, and a few shallots.

Anyway I gotta go finish cooking tonight's dinner before I get too distracted and end up forgetting that food is essential to my survival again.

[tsukishumai]

pairing: miya osamu x gn!reader genre: fluff, strangers to lovers, slow burn word count: 3.2k summary: In which Osamu finds that the stranger lurking outside his store window has a connection to his restaurant that he could have never expected.

Osamu remembers every single face that has walked through the doors of Onigiri Miya since the day they’ve opened. He has yet to hire another worker, manning all stations of his business himself. The rush hours always provided him with a bit of a heavy work load, but Osamu has learned a lot about diligence and patience. Business had been good enough; traffic was steady throughout the day, and he had his fair share of regulars whose orders he had already memorized.

The stuffy, salt-and-pepper haired man in the pressed three-piece suit always ordered two umeboshi onigiri and a medium iced green tea. The kind old woman that ran the shop across the street would come in for his salted salmon, and if he had extra, Osamu would throw in an extra tuna mayo. She’d always smile and give him a pat on the shoulder, her eyes crinkling in a way that reminded Osamu of his grandmother.

It was when the shopkeeper had slowly walked out of his establishment and back to her own that Osamu noticed you standing a few feet away from his storefront. You had been wearing a face mask, but Osamu could see that you were staring at his sign. Your eyes squinted at the block letters that looked down at you, before they trailed down to land directly on Osamu. You seemed a little startled at the fact that his eyes were already staring at you, but you were standing outside his restaurant, weren’t you?

Before he could lift a hand to wave you in, you quickly turned and walked away.

Every few days, either during the dinner or lunch rush, Osamu would catch a glimpse of you outside of his restaurant. You’d stare at his sign for a few seconds; maybe glance at the menu board that stood a few feet away from his entrance, or look at the pictures of his full menu taped to the restaurant window. he would see the way you studied each item, yet you always walked the opposite direction.

It bothered Osamu. Why didn’t you want to come in? Did his menu look boring? Was his sign uninviting? Is his decoration too traditional? Should he have made it look a little more modern? He grumbled to himself about it each time you peeked in, and walked away. Why do you bother coming so often if you didn’t want to try his food? Osamu huffed.

It wasn’t until four weeks later, when Osamu had posted three brand new flavors on his menu board that you finally deemed his restaurant worthy enough to step in.

You had stopped by a little bit later than usual today, the dinner rush had come and gone, and the only ones left in the restaurant were you and Osamu. He stood patiently waiting behind his counter, desperately trying to look busy and as if he hasn’t been waiting for this moment for weeks. 

He waited until you were close enough to his counter to say his greetings. You nodded at him in acknowledgment, taking a seat at the bar in front of him. He handed you a menu, and your eyes roved over the words as if they hadn’t done so dozens of times prior. 

“Can I get ya anything to drink?” He asked, and you took off the baseball cap you had been wearing, setting it down on the counter beside you. Your finger hooks along the ear loop of your face mask and Osamu realizes he’s seeing your face for the first time. You place the piece of cloth in your pocket, and Osamu fights the heat across his cheeks. 

“Just water,” you said, and Osamu was quick to set a fresh glass down in front of you. 

“What’ll it be?” He asked after a few moments, adjusting the bill of his hat and settling his hand on his hip. 

You hum a little, tapping your finger against your lips before you reply. “I’ll have the combo #2 with the gyoza.” 

Osamu nodded, “What two flavors onigiri would you like?” 

“For the first one, I’ll have your most popular flavor,” you say, before closing the menu and handing it back to him, “I’ll let you choose the second one.” 

Osamu raised an eyebrow at your odd request, but nods anyway, putting the menu away and walking back to give his hands a quick wash. 

He begins to gather his ingredients when he noticed you take out a notepad and a pen from your bag, placing it on the counter in front of your water. 

“So,” he says, starting the process of making his number one seller (salted salmon), “What was it?” 

“Excuse me?” You asked, pausing the drink that was half way to your lips. “What was what?”

“Well, ya stood outside for weeks, so I gotta know,” Osamu said, placing the delicate filling into the ball of rice he was kneading in his palm, “What made ya decide to finally come in?” 

You tightened your lips, awkwardly setting the cup back down on the counter and placing a palm on your forehead. 

“I was that obvious?”

“Were ya trying not to be?” He laughed, looking at you expectantly. 

“It was the flavors on your board,” you finally replied, leaning back in your seat, “There was one that my grandfather used to make.”

Osamu smiled to himself, wrapping his first finished onigiri in the seaweed he had roasted earlier that day, placing it gently on a serving platter and moving over to make the next rice ball. 

“That’s a coincidence,” Osamu said, “Your grandfather must have had great taste.”

“He used to own a restaurant,” you blurted out, and Osamu hummed. 

“You’re kidding,” he said, “Whereabouts?”

You nibbled on your bottom lip, shifting your eyes side to side as if debating on whether you wanted to divulge him in your greatest secret. Eventually, you leaned forward, resting your elbow on the counter and placing your chin in your palm. “Actually, it was this one.”

Osamu’s fingers froze. “Ya don’t mean—?”

You nodded excitedly. Osamu lets out a scoff. “Now you’re just messin’ with me.”

“No, I swear!” A bright smile erupted across your cheeks as you jumped a little in your seat, “My grandparents used to own this restaurant.”

“I thought this was a boutique before I bought it?” Osamu questioned, putting his final touches on the second rice ball. 

“It was,” you agreed, taking a sip from your water, “They owned this place until I was in high school, and sold it before they retired somewhere in the mountains. It’s been a few different stores since, but this is the first time it’s become a restaurant again. I was pretty surprised when I first saw it.”

Osamu felt an odd sensation of pride began to brew in his chest, shown in the way he sprinkled his sesame seeds a little extra forcefully. 

“Well,” he said, placing the plate of two perfect onigiri right on the counter in front of you, “I hope I do this place some justice.” 

You smiled, and Osamu found himself smiling with you. He pointed out the shake on the left, and the surprise flavor on the right. You nodded, intrigued, picking up the onigiri lying on the left side. 

Osamu makes the gyoza while you take your first bite, nearly pumping his fist in victory when he sees you close your eyes in satisfaction, the tension he didn’t even know you carried slowly melting from your shoulders. He sees you quickly jot down comments on the notepad next to you, and Osamu tries to peek at what you wrote when he gives you the gyoza. 

“Ya jottin’ down comments about my food?” He joked, and you jumped a little at his voice, “Got any suggestions, then?”

You smile sheepishly, “It’s just a little hobby of mine.”

He nods, grabbing a towel and wiping down the counter that he had just used. “Well, ya let me know if ya need anything else.” 

“It’s just you working tonight?” You ask, grabbing your chopsticks and picking up a piece of gyoza. 

“It’s just me every night,” he chuckled. 

Your eyes widened as you chewed on your food, swallowing with a loud gulp. 

“Doesn’t that get exhausting?” You ask, quickly jotting down your notes before diverting your attention back to him. 

Osamu just shrugged. “I poured my everything into something I didn’t love half as much as cooking. This is just how I know how to do things.” 

You tilted your head to the side, “What did you do before this?”

Osamu takes a deep breath as he lifts his hat up a little bit to ruffle his fingers through his hair. He flips the cap around and puts it on backwards, his vision no longer half covered by the bill of his hat and he can now look at you fully. He almost wants to laugh because no one has ever asked him that version of this question before. It was always, ‘What are you going to be doing after volleyball?’

He hated the fact that any answer other than ‘I’m going to play professionally’ was deemed a shame, or a waste. For Osamu, he didn’t want to waste another second not pursuing his passion.

So it was refreshing to tell you about volleyball as if it was just a footnote in his food journey; something that he had done prior to finally recognizing his actual potential.

You gawked at him in disbelief, “Volleyball? Were you even any good?”

Osamu actually recoiled in offense, “I’ll have ya know I was on a team that went to nationals three years in a row.”

You raised your eyebrows appreciatively, and Osamu straightened a little.

“So why food?” You question him again, and Osamu wonders if you’re always this inquisitive. He’s answered this question hundreds of times, swore up and down that he would shoot the next person that even dared to say ‘Why food?’ in front of him. Yet for some reason, he felt more than happy to divulge you. 

“Because food is more than just something ya eat when you’re hungry. It’s coming back from a long trip, and it’s the warmth that spreads through your body when ya eat your mom’s cooking for the first time. That taste of victory that spreads across your tongue when ya go out for a meal with your pals after a game. The sensation of closing your eyes in satisfaction when ya take a bite out of a fresh onigiri after a long day,” you pause your scribbles at that moment, looking up to shoot him a playful glare. Osamu chuckled and continued, “It’s laughter shared around the table, and memories made over a plate that makes food more than just nourishment for our body, but also for our soul.” 

Osamu feels his cheeks heat up as he finishes his speech, embarrassment beginning to sink in at the end of his long tangent. You looked at him with a soft look on your face as you finished the last bite of your first onigiri, and dusted your fingers from any stray grains of rice.

“Words to live by,” you commented, lifting your glass of water up in agreement before tilting it back for a drink.

He let out a breath of relief that lasted only a second when he saw you reach over to pick up the onigiri with toppings he picked out for you. He held his breath as you took a bite, not expecting to see your eyes widen so fast, snapping your head down to the innocent rice ball that now sported a bite mark.

“Shio kombu cheese?” you say hurriedly, holding the onigiri closer to your face.

Osamu steps forward, “Do ya like it?”

You take another bite, chewing slowly, savoring the flavors as they melded in your mouth, and your eyes nearly begin to water.

“I never thought someone other than my grandfather would be weird enough to come up with this,” you laughed, scarfing down the rice ball in less than two seconds. “Yet here it is.”

“It’s not weird,” he defended, “It’s refined.”

You laugh as you dive into a story from your childhood spent sitting in this exact restaurant. Osamu listens intently as you recount how many different failed recipes your grandfather had forced you to ty and review, helping him decide what to put on the menu, or which combinations would bring in the businessmen that always seemed to just walk passed the restaurant.

He tells you of the tantrum his brother threw when he told him he was quitting volleyball, but still, Atsumu was his first sale. You pester him about his secret ingredient, and give him an incredulous look when he says it’s the rice. (“My old volleyball captain is a rice farmer.” “… what an interesting volleyball team.”)

The furniture was different, and the lay out was unfamiliar, but the atmosphere around Osamu’s counter had brought you right back into your childhood, reminding you of all the reasons why you loved what you did in the first place.

Long after your plates had been emptied, and the hour hand on the clock had extended way passed closing time, you finally paid for your meal, stood up from your seat and prepared to take your leave.

“Thank you for the meal, and the conversation,” you lean forward to read his name tag, “Miya-san.”

“Osamu,” he corrects, and raises an eyebrow at you.

You tell him your name, and Osamu repeats it in his mind over and over again.

“Come back soon,” he calls out his usual greeting as you walked out the door, but it felt different when he said it to you.

“I will,” you smile, waving a hand before stepping into the night, leaving Osamu with a dizzy head and fluttering stomach.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

In the following weeks since his late night encounter with you, Onigiri Miya had ceased to be a simple stop along someone’s route to work, or an afterthought on the way home.

One could imagine Osamu’s surprise when he arrived an hour and half before he was due to open, and already a line began to form down the sidewalk. He thought, perhaps it was a fluke, or maybe there was some sort of business convention in town nearby – something to explain the sudden spike in popularity.

Yet day after day, the crowds of people came to him by the dozens, climbing over each other to get a taste of his cooking. He couldn’t stop to wonder how long this was going to last, barely having the time to stop and give himself a break.

He finally realizes it’s not merely coincidence when the lines get longer, yet the faces he sees stay the same. Osamu remembers every single face that walks through the doors of Onigiri Miya, and it’s the ones that he sees over and over that truly give his restaurant its meaning. 

The last customer of the dinner rush left thirty minutes ago when Osamu’s phone rang.

“‘llo,” he greets, sandwiching the phone between his ear and shoulder as he sweeps the floor, thinking about how he needed to start looking for someone to hire.

“Hey, asshole,” the voice of his twin comes through loud and clear, “When were ya gonna tell me ya invited that food blogger to your restaurant? And how the hell did ya get them to like your garbage cooking?”

Osamu stops in confusion, grabbing the phone and holding it up himself. “Did ya finally get hit in the head a little too hard at practice? What the hell are ya talking about?”

Atsumu curses at Osamu, telling him to hold on a second as he sends him the link.

Osamu pulls the phone away from his ear for a second, quickly pressing on the blue url that popped up from Atsumu’s chat bubble.

It took a second for it to load, but when it did, Osamu’s jaw dropped

ONIGIRI MIYA IS AN ONIGIRI MUST HAVE by L/N Y/N

Beneath the obnoxious title was a photo of his sign, shining brightly against the wooden panels of his building, looking very much like a beacon for those searching for the perfect plate.

“Your shop is all over the internet and I had to find out about it on my news feed?! What the hell kinda brother are ya...”

Atsumu’s voice faded into the background as Osamu read the flattering words you had written about his restaurant. You complimented the decoration he had been insecure about, and he chuckled at the way you had described the fluffiness of his rice. He was captivated by your use of prose, painting the perfect picture of exactly everything he wanted his food to convey.

It wasn’t until he got to the last paragraph when he felt his breath hitch in his throat.

Though the years have passed, and the season have changed, the sentimentality of this particular shop had never lost its meaning for me. For the first time in years, I felt the soul of my grandfather, the curator of my inspiration and passion, all around the atmosphere of what is now Onigiri Miya. I have every faith that the new owner has already done him justice.

“Excuse me, are you still open?”

Osamu tore his eyes away from the screen, the very author of the only review that will ever matter to him stood a mere few feet away from his counter.

“Call you later, Tsumu,” he said hurriedly.

“Hey, wh—“

Osamu slips his phone back into his pocket, turning his attention back to you. You had a cheeky smile on your face as you waited patiently.

“Welcome to Onigiri Miya,” he says dryly, and you laugh at his tone.

“Should you be on your phone while you’re on the clock?” You joke as you settle in the same seat you occupied the last time you paid him a visit.

“I don’t know,” Osamu crosses his arms, “Should ya be writing articles about people without telling em?”

You winced a little at his words, holding your hands up in surrender. “You saw it then?”

Osamu nodded.

You looked to the side, rubbing the side of your arm. “Did you like what I wrote?”

Osamu smiled, uncrossing his arms and walking to the back to wash his hands. You watch him curiously as he walked back to you, and pointed to a spot on the wall directly to your right.

“That’s where I’m gonna put it,” he said, “when I print it out and frame it.”

You laughed at the seriousness of his face, and he smirked in satisfaction.

You ordered the combo #2 with a side of gyoza, letting Osamu pick the two flavors. You mentioned how you tried to visit a couple of times, but the line was always so far out the door. He realizes that he has you to thank for that, and you blush deeply when he sincerely tells you so.

“So,” you say as you munch on the honey garlic pork onigiri he prepared, “Aren’t you glad you did this instead of boring, old volleyball?”

Osamu nearly chokes at the insult. “Volleyball is not boring.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says, clearing his throat, “Let me take you to a game some time. We can eat something other than rice balls.”

You look up from the half eaten onigiri at the chef who made it so carefully, looking so bashful and nervous you couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah. I would love that.”

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thank you for reading! reblogs are highly appreciated <33

[dajaregambler]

HeliosR - Victor Valentine Card story ‘‘A Mad Tea-Party’’

Translation of Victor Valentine’s 3* ‘’Wondrous Tea Party On A Bitter Afternoon’’ card story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Victor: (....This theory isn’t applicable to these conditions. When the osmotic pressure is regulated, we’ll end up with a reading that’s extremely near, and if that’s the case---)

Nova: Vic, here you go~

Victor: Where’s this suddenly coming from, Nova?

Nova: Don’tcha wanna take a break together since I poured you some tea? We’ve been going at it with researching since yesterday, we oughta take a breather

Victor: Oh my, has that much time passed already.

Nova: Ahaha, the way you looked at that clock reminded me of how you played The Mad Hatter’s role the other day.

Nova: Haven’t you guys held some kind of celebration to wrap up the LOM stuff?

Victor: Hm, I haven’t heard any discussion to do so… If anything, we haven’t done any “wrapping up” of the like up until now.

Nova: Is that so? Then, maybe we could do something about it. Such as…

Nova: Ah, if you become The Mad Hatter again then we could have a mad tea party!

Nova: And since you’ll be at it anyway, let’s make everyone wear their LOM outfits too! Yes yes, a great idea~♪

Victor: I fail to comprehend as to why it’s a necessity to take it that far…

Nova: I just can’t help but want to do bunch of fun things you know~~~

Nova: I mean, look, look at this schedule right here. Research, research, research and research as far as the eye can see…

Nova: Don’t get me wrong, I love research! Like LOVE it, yeah!? But aren’t humans the types that would like to do something else once in a while too?

Victor: Sigh… Well, I do understand why a breather would be needed for someone as you.

Victor: I suppose we’ll invite everyone to a mad tea party, in that case.

Nova: Waah, Vic~!! I knew I could count on you to say that~!

Nova: Okay, I’ll make some sweets and we can just have our party in my lab. Make sure to tell everyone about it

Victor: Very well.

-

Gast: C’mon, Ren. You just gotta make up your mind ‘nd go for it

Ren: …..A tea party with Victor is way too suspicious.

Marion: You two are here early.

Gast: Marion. Say somethin’ to Ren too ‘bout this. I was able to drag him this far but he keeps insisting he doesn’t wanna go.

Marion: Ren, it’s normal to be worried but it’ll be fine.

Marion: Victor might be who invited us, however we’ll be at Nova’s lab, it’s clear as day he has something to do with it too.

Gast: Then, the fact that we need to wear these costumes was his idea?

Marion: That I can’t say. Although Victor did mention he’d like to wrap things up for the LOM or something along these lines…

Ren: …This doesn’t make any kind of sense.

Marion: Either way, let’s go.

-

Nova: Happy unbirthday~

Victor: Congratulations

Nova: Yaaay~!

Marion: ….N-Nova? What are you wearing on your head--

Nova: C’mon don’t just stand at the entrance, sit, sit

Marion: O-okay…

Gast: Oh, there’s buncha sweets and snacks on the table

Nova: Yes, these are my-... no, the March Hare’s pride and joy!

Marion: March Hare… Ah, that’s why you’re wearing rabbit ears, huh

Victor: Ren, these cookies have a curious taste to them, they’re delicious.

Ren: No, cookies aren’t…

Victor: It’s alright. They’re the kind you’ll also be able to eat.

Ren: ….?

Gast: Uooh!? T-this salmon bagel’s… delicious, but also sweet…

Nova: Oh, you sure didn’t wait with taking a bite~ All of these are my pride and joy, my cooking will turn your taste buds upside down♪

Ren: Upside down? Then, these cookies…

Ren: ……

Ren: Not, sweet… Yummy…

Victor: Fufu, exactly as I told you, no?

Victor: While these cookies over here also look sweet at first glance, they’re actually bitter ones.

Ren: ….I can eat these too, then

Marion: E-even though they looked appetizing because of their sweetness…

Nova: Same goes for the tea, I’ve prepared all kinds of strange herb teas, like gymnema tea where the sweet flavour fades away

Marion: Isn’t there any normal tea?

Nova: Normal!? You won’t be finding any of that here! It’s a mad tea party after all.

Marion: ……..

Gast: Y’know, I did think somethin’ was up. Where did the idea to invite us to a tea party with sweets ‘n all come from?

Nova: I wanted to go all out with surprising everyone.

Gast: ? Then, Doc just got caught up in--

Victor: Ah, Gast, I don’t recommend eating those cookies. They’ll explode.

Gast: The hell you putting somethin’ that dangerous with the others for!

Ren: Oh, these are the ones the drones got attacked with

Victor: Yes, they were of great use during the LOM. While created to be served as a weapon, they were more or less made with edible ingredients.

Nova: Fufu, looks like Vic’s enjoying himself too

Marion: ……..

Nova: Vic’s been so immersed in researching lately, no way he wouldn’t wanna take a break.

Nova: Doesn’t this just make it a nice change of pace for him, to soothe his mind by taking it easy and spending some time with you guys?

Marion: No, not at all.

Nova: Eeeh, don’t deny me like that-

Victor: My apologies, everyone, seeing these cookies reminded me of something I must do, thus I’ll be returning to my laboratory. Pardon me.

Marion: …….See

Nova: Ahaha… You gotta be kidding me, Vic~

Marion: If anything, that’s the kind of person he is.

Ren: What now? The one that invited us left.

Gast: Haha, we’re here after all so let’s just keep the party goin’

Nova: Exactly. And Vic might come back here at some point

Marion: …..He won’t. Not in a million years.

[kittehkwrites]

Seriously?

Summary: Your fiance notices you’ve been acting different and you don’t know how to tell him the reason for your change in behaviour.

Based on this request

Warnings: fluff

You finance noticed the change in your mood last week when you weren’t ask excited when he came back from shooting the last few scenes of his newest movie feature.

Last week

He walked in, expecting to see you smiling at the bottom of the staircase.  Instead, he was met with you standing by the stairs, with a almost forlorn look and looking a little less lively in general.

“Hey baby.” He excitedly approached you, cautious that you may have been sick after the calls he’d have with you and the way your voice sounded tipped him that something was going on but you’d tell him in your own time. 

As he got closer, he saw you tense. 

There was a nervous look on your face now and he could see the way you’d slightly move and fidget but he kept moving closer because he wanted to feel you in his arms after being gone for so long and being restricted to video calls, random phone calls and texting when he could.

He was a step away with those long legs taking big strides as usual, only for you to dodge his embrace and he was shocked to say the least.

“Hey. Uh” you took the time to move out of his way and clear your throat before moving towards the kitchen, away from him, “I was just heading to the kitchen. You want anything?” You asked as you walked towards the kitchen space, not oncing looking back at him, not wanting to see his face drop like you thought it’d do once he realised you rejected his affection and for your cold greeting.

He watched you continue before gaining his composure and entering the room you were moving around in so comfortably in.

He stood watching you make yourself something to eat before he decided to speak up again.

“You ok?” You momentarily stopped at his tone of voice, one of worry and curiosity and you knew it was because you weren’t acting the same but you couldn’t help it.

“Yup. You” You took a big bite out of the sandwich you made and he watched your eyes get big under his gaze and it made his chest warm whenever he saw you even doing the bare minimum, like eating a sandwich.

“Yea.” He said curtly. 

You were kind of taken back by the shortness but you knew he was hurt.

You continued eating under his questioning stare before he announced he’d be going up to the bed room you shared to take another shower and get some rest.

You wanted to go and shower with him, or be there when he got out of the shower to watch him walk out in a towel, brown skin all wet and smelling good but you didn’t think that was going to happen until you spoke your peace and even that didn’t look possible at any point until you could figure out how and when to tell the man you love that you got pregnant earlier then you both originally planned. 

Fast forward to now, he’s had to sleep in a bed that he once shared with someone that would cuddle him for hours to being in a bed with someone so close but so far.

You had started putting pillows between you both at night, or you’d wait until you thought he was sleeping before you snuck into bed for the night. 

Each morning you’d be up before him and it was like you were just roommates, not lovers and he was starting to question if you were having second thoughts about being with him.

He knew that you’d have times when you’d be so disconnected when he left for long periods of time and you both talked about the life he had and the way you were so supportive when he started out, to which you would say you’d always be supportive but it was still hard to think about him and he wasn’t available like he would be if he was at least in the same town as you.

He always had it in the back of his head that you weren’t alright with his career, no matter how much you reassured him that you were so proud to be apart of his life at the good and bad times and no matter what you guys would always work it out...

Yet here you were

Acting different after he was gone for an extended period of time.

He was going to address it soon if it continued into the next week.

He’d have to because he couldn’t risk losing you because you were unhappy.

If it meant investing into property around the way he’d be working, then he had no problem.

If it meant taking time off at times to stay with you longer or being able to rush off set, even getting them to work in the city you both lived in, then he’d make sure to do everything in his power to make that apart of his terms so that he could keep you happy like you have him.

I got to do whatever it take, or at least try, because if i lose her...I don’t know what i’d do with myself. He thought as he watched you walk around the dining table, sorting out documents for work, wearing your reading glasses that always made him feel somethin in the southern region. 

That’s my baby. He thought, not know that his baby was having HIS BABY.

The following week quickly approached and you were still distant towards your fiance but you had finally figured out how to deliver the news as best you could.

You knew he was upset by the quietness in the house, which was out of the usual. He would normally be playing his old school jams over the house system, or be watching some movie that made him so excitable that he wouldn’t be able to hold in his anger if the characters acted stupidly or when something excited happened. 

You were always happy to have him in the house with that energy after not being so content after him being gone so long or the odd times you would be out of the time for your job or visiting family when necessary.

You were nervous as the night came.

You sent him out to go hang out with some of his friends and told him you’d be cooking tonight. 

That was something you’d normally do anyways. You wanted him to have his time away from you if it was an option and not an obligation. You were all for him going out with his friends and catching up and not making his friends your friends per say but knowing he could have people outside of the house to talk to relieved the worry of you guys being codependent on each other or not being able to have your own time from the other if it was constantly just the two of you.

Space was a must and it was communicated long before he was as booked and busy and you made sure to keep your word like he did with you. 

But seeing as the week before you weren’t acting the same, you stunned him when you walked him to the door, touching his forearm and planting a kiss on his cheek, telling him to be safe and to have fun made him scared to comeback afraid he did something but he couldn't think of anything in that moment. 

You almost made him convulse when you gently kissed him before retreating into the house and closing the door. There was a fleeting shyness that showed on your face at the look of love glossing over your fiance’s face so nicely. 

He couldn’t actually believe you were showing some affection after so long but he wasn’t going to argue. He was going to do what you said and hang out with friends before he came home and faced whatever it is that you had planned.

While he had been gone, he couldn’t stop thinking about you and there being a strange reason to your change in behaviour. 

His friends took notice of his face and he had to let them know it was a matter that only he and his fiance should be discussing. They knew he wasn’t one to share his problems with others but once he made it clear he’s fine, they enjoyed themselves and caught up on eachothers lives, chatting about work to cars to planning guys trips for the future (which they got the okay’s from their respective partners already) and it was a nice destresser for them all.

When it was time for them to depart from each other they made sure that they were all good to drive themselves home and they would message each other when they got in. 

Gotta love a solid friendship between males that wasn’t ridden with toxic masculinity and scrutiny from each other. 

Yahya made his way to his car, sitting in the drivers seat as the car warmed up and messaged you to notify you of his ETA to the house with a cute emoji at the end. 

Once he saw you replied, he buckled up and made his way out of the parking lot to the place he called home to spend whatever time he had left with you before you broke whatever news it was you had to share. 

He gripped the wheel a little tighter the closer he got to his destination but he tried to remain positive since you did show him some affection earlier, then again, that could’ve been to soften the blow...

Either way, he would do whatever it was to make sure you stayed happy and with him because you brought him joy and he wouldn’t know how to survive without you, muchless attempt to move on from you if you did decide to leave him.

When you received the message, you couldn’t help but feel like a giddy school girl getting a text from her crush, which wasn’t far from the truth as this man was the man of your dreams and you hoped to not mess up what you both had planned because you knew that there was no way to forget him for the rest of your life.

You did a quick once over of the place, seeing to it that you had everything sorted out and then made your way to the kitchen to get the rest of the food and the drinks in order. 

By the time you finished setting up the table, you had managed to go and quickly freshen up and when you had finished you heard the front door unlocking and heard the timber of your fiance’s voice, calling out for you.

As he walked in and was hit with the aroma of the grilled salmon and sweet potatoes and was engulfed by the warmth radiating from the house.

He hadn’t felt like this since he returned from his time away shooting but he was going to accept it now, especially being out with the guys for long and only having two beers, he was surely hungry.

“Aye baybay” His southern accent called out again as he dropped his keys and closed the door to keep the warmth in. 

“In here!” You responded, listening out for the approaching footsteps of your fiance towards the dining area.

You watched as he walked in but fell short a couple steps and slowed his pace at the view of you in front of the set table with that gentle smile across your soft face. The almost gold lighting from the mixture of the dimmed lights and the brown sugar scented candles made you appear as a beautiful angel...

Just as beautiful as the night I realised i wanted to be with you for the rest of our lives. He thought, a distant look almost encompassing his face before you pulled him out of the void to hand him his favourite drink

“A ‘Beautiful’ drink for my handsome man” You couldn’t help releasing a giggle at the pun and he couldn’t either as he snorted at your cheesy line before taking the drink out of your hand and planting a sweet kiss on your lips before taking a sip of the cocktail. 

“This is good. Thank you, beautiful.” It was your turn to snort but there was no hiding the warmth that was felt through your body at the compliment and tenderness in his voice at the small gesture.

He placed another kiss on your lips after looking into those magnificent eyes that always seemed to see through his act since the day you both met.

He continued, the kiss getting deeper and desperate between you two. 

You had to stop this before you chickened out and the food got cold.

“Baby,”-You pulled away, turning your cheek to his lips as he kept on with his caresses and groping-”the food is gonna get cold.” You whimpered out. It wasn’t gonna be cold anytime soon as you had just taken it out as you got side tracked earlier when you went to check on the food before he arrived.

You were just as touch deprived and you had no one to blame but yourself for that and if tonight went well then you wouldn’t mind catching up with the strapping man gripping your hips and staring deep into your eyes.

He took a deep breather and let you know he’d go up to freshen up quick then be back down. 

You watched his figure move to the stairs; eyes wondering from his clothed wide-shoulders, down his small waist and then to his muscled behind that was looking good in his jeans.

You couldn’t help biting your lip but reminded yourself that the lust and love you had for this man is what caused you to be pregnant and you were scared so you needed to cool it on the initiating of any intercourse until you found out where he stood. 

Once Yahya came back from his shower, you both sat at the table and it was a mix between a comfortable silence and then it got tensed once the both of you cleared your plates.

The clank of the cutlery hitting the plates brought you out of your short pep talk of getting the surprise but before you could get up and collect your fiance and your plates, he cleared his throat, catching your attention and holding you in your seat.

“So...” He voice was gentle. 

He looked at you and you felt those butterflies you felt when you looked into his deep pools of brown the first day you met.

You knew he was going to question why you were acting funny for so long but you had to stop him before anything.

“Before you say anything, let’s have dessert and then we can talk.” You spoke up quickly and watched his shoulder drop slightly and you hoped this revelation wouldn’t run him and would allow him to ask all the questions he wanted and he would be happy in the end and not mad or anything of the sort.

He just nodded his head, placing his folded arms on the table with his head down. He was thinking to himself what it could be that you wanted to wait to talk about but he wasn’t to sure about what the hell he could expect or would come at the end of this revelation.

“Baby! Come in here! I need your help!” You shouted out.

You had set up your surprise and were thankful that he wasn’t on you like normal was and that meant he wasn’t going to be up on your shoulder and looking over you.

You had heard him approaching and you set up your camera and waited off to the side as he came in.

He felt the warmth and smelt the delicious scent of the beignets as he entered the kitchen. 

You saw the smile spreading on his face once he saw the little mardi gras beads around the desserts and this was something you knew he was missing since he hadn’t had the sweet treats in a while and he had been reminded he hadn’t had a freeing celebration in a while like he would during Mardi Gras season.

You watched his face morph as he got closer and saw the onesie and took even more steps to read the cursive font on the white set.

(Pretend it says 2021🥴)

“Wait... Baby you serious?” His voice came out in a whisper.

He was in shock.

He kept looking between you and the set with the utlra sound and the cute outfit that you were afraid his eyes would roll around at some point.

“Seriously?!” He shouted. You couldn’t help but laugh and tear up as you felt the excitement radiating of him as it finally him and he repeated ‘oh shit!’

You were glad you were recording or else you wouldn’t be able to watch the pure joy on your fiances face as he jumped up and down at the news of the baby growing inside of you that he was sure you both created the night he was nominated for an emmy, cause boy did he lay some pipe that night.

He rushed to you and picked you up, spinning you around before you were able to laugh out a strangled ‘stop’ and placed you down only to have his hand pressed on you stomach and for the first time he could feel the hardness of your stomach and it answered why he wasn’t able to touch you. 

You wanted to surprise him with the news and he was so happy for it.

“Baby, we’re making a baby. Oh my goodness we’re gonna have a baby!” When he said that you knew you were gonna be able to love this man for the rest of your life and it was all in your head to keep this from him.

He was your man until the end of time and you were his woman in the same.

This baby would be loved and was the beginning of your little family that you were ready to start.

That night, you sent your finance the video of his reaction and the picture of your announcement idea and he asked if he could share it.

You said yes and he tagged you in the post, captioning it with

‘The woman that I love has gifted me with something special and will truly be treasured by us both. Daddy loves you donut and just know that mommy and I got you your own beads for Mardi Gras!’

Within a few minutes he had multiple messages coming in from friends, family, various gossip sites from his publicitis and you were just laughing it up with each other

As you both got ready for bed, he just had to ask why you kept it hidden and if it was the reason you were acting off because he wanted to make sure.

You responded that you guys did agree to have kids but you weren’t sure how he’d react to the news since it was before you both had gotten married, like planned.

He just stared at you and understood where you were coming from.

He grabbed you hands, placing soft kisses on them before looking into your eyes and saying “I would never leave you because you are my one and only and this baby is a blessing since we made them with love. So just know that no matter what, I can never leave you and I wouldn’t want to.” You couldn’t but tear up at the gentleness in his voice and the way in which he could emit so much love and sentiment.

God damn hormones you cursed in your head and you had to giggle and he chuckled cause he could probably guess you were blaming your hormones and he just continued to kiss you all over your face getting you to let out laughs until you were close to peeing.

This man is so damn cute and I’m glad to have him, you thought as you watched your fiance sleeping by your side, hand on your stomach and gentle breathes heard through the room.

You placed a kiss on he forehead and laid your hand near his over your forming bump before closing your eyes and venturing into your dreamland.

Hey y’all!

Sorry I wasn’t so active last week🥴

Been caught up with uni work and then I spent my saturday with my dude and sunday is my rest day soooo yea 😂😂😂

But i hope you liked this and thanks to the anon that sent it in.

I’m accepting requests and I want to try and post requests on Mondays so gone on and send me some prompts and actors/characters and I’’l get on those 😁

Hope y’all have been doing alright other wise and have been staying safe. 

Remember to check up on your friends, loved ones and make time for yourself.

Love y’all and like, reblog and/or comment and let me know what you thought.

-K💜

[tangledinmdzs]

dancing tastebuds 2.0 - junior quartet hcs

juniors reacting to your food (it’s bad) lmao i can’t cook so if anyone else can relate, here’s to you guys hehe

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Lan Sizhui

growing up between either bland or spicy, Sizhui thinks that he’s really had it all when it came to bad cooking

but you

were special

for the fact that you somehow burn the cooking utensil

but still undercook the food ???

and he thought his father was bad lmao

you’re bad in very innovative ways

and Sizhui, because he had to grow up redefining his taste palate from his upbringing, helps you in the kitchen 

he’s a really kind teacher to you despite the fact that you mess up every other step in a meal one way or another

but he’s so. patient with you

and also he just feels better if he’s there to watch you cook, because he thinks maybe he can step in to help you whenever things go wrong or show you how you could have done something wrong in a recipe

but like, funnily enough even when things don’t go wrong

the food that you make somehow still doesn’t taste good

“i swear i did everything! exactly like you said!” you tell Sizhui, when he has a particularly hard time swallowing down your pasta dish

“are you sure?” Sizhui asks, after downing like half a cup of water

maybe some people just aren’t meant to be in the kitchen,

well luckily, 

Sizhui can do a little cooking for  the both of you to get by

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Lan Jingyi

Jingyi would be a real fighter in the face of bad food, 

even if it’s 

terrible tasting

ugly looking

just maybe not food anymore

he will stil

make an effort 

to eat it

probably because he’d been brought up in Sizhui’s strict as hell extended family and everyone was like ‘never throw away food, no wasting food’ and it makes him want to eat everything

but sometimes, the food that you make

will simply just not be edible anymore

unless you’d want like salmonella or something like that

“Jingyi, you’re going to get a stomach ache, just let me throw it out,” you tell him when your batch of cookies harden and felt more like rocks than the ‘soft chocolate chip’ that the recipe had indicated

“no no, i’ll eat it,” Jingyi replies, putting a small cookie in his mouth and biting down

he doesn’t get a stomach ache

but he does get a tooth ache from just how hard it was 

you laugh at him and shake your head, taking the box away and throwing it out anyways, before any more trouble can be caused

you still have a lot to learn

but Jingyi’s more than supportive

hopefully you can learn to make tasty foods for him soon!

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Jin Ling

would roast the hell out of your bad cooking like how your ‘roast’ chicken

and by that i mean burn the chicken aha

if he can’t eat it, he’s not going to try and eat it

you might hear things like:

“is this edible?”

“wow, i never new meat could look like that.”

“that’s food?”

etc. etc. etc.

but for all of Jin Ling’s meanness you are undeterred because you will learn how to cook whether that ends up being for yourself or just out of damn spite (hey Jin Ling’s words are good for something!)

and even though it’s slow progress, you’re still making it

so the nicest thing that you hear him say to you

after a few months of learning and fumbling in the kitchen in your free time is:

“hmm, a little bland,” Jin Ling would comment on a broil salmon dish that you were trying

but your smile widens as he continues to eat it, surprise and happiness mixing into this new reaction

“this is probably your most edible one by far!” 

“hey! i’m trying”

and Jin Ling laughs at the pout that he causes you, because he knows you are trying your best

and he appreciate all the effort that you’re making, because at least his stomach didn’t have to suffer anymore aha

“you complain about my cooking so much, you might as well learn how to cook yourself,” you pout at him and he pulls you in response

“you gotta be good enough to teach me though”

will never be able to out smart the smart ass but well, he’s your smart ass

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Ouyang Zizhen

you don’t trust his opinion

sometimes the food that you make

will be really bad

really burnt

really raw

really just not good

but if it’s placed in a dish in front of him, Zizhen just eats

it’s almost mindless his eating habits

and you’re mildly concerned, because does he not pay attention to what he eats???

“Zizhen, Zhen-Zhen, how does it taste?” you would ask him after you try out a new recipe

and he would take a bite,

chew it, 

swallow it

then go, “hmm, okay,” and just continue eating it 

and then if either you have a stomach ache later it’s really up to the gods how that gets dealt with

so you work hard on at least learning how to cook food that is healthy and edible, because you don’t want to make either him or yourself sick

and your effort is rewarded with meal dishes being cleared entirely, instead of having some food left behind 

you’re happy that Zizhen is eating, 

eating good food that is

[fearforthestorm]

Hallo! I don’t know if you’re still taking writing requests but I have one. Snack time with Cleo’s snakes, and Joe is helping (though how well is up for debate).

this got away from me a little bit and it's kinda all over the place but uh. yeah I have no excuse, I just really like them <3 if I messed up the geography no I didn't. also yeah I'm writing Cleo with she/they pronouns but also he/xe Joe because it's my fic and I get to choose which character I give the neos to <333

The snakes were a suprise.

She'd planned a season theme - myths and legends. Designed an outfit, drawn up some sketches for potential builds, gotten their well-worn statues book back out for the first time since Season 8.

But then, well, she'd loaded in the new skin, and - snakes!

Surely it doesn't make any sense for a zombie to be a gorgon too, but whatever. They'll live with it. Besides, the eager whispers of the snakes are fun sometimes. They've already been a useful extra few pairs of eyes several times.

Does that outweigh the fact that they keep stealing her fish? Maybe. Probably not. If they keep doing it, she's gonna start feeding them the stupid dried kelp. Or make them fish for food on their own.

Okay, that's a lie. The snakes literally can't fish on their own. Besides, Cleo doesn't actually mind too much.

Boredddd, one of the snakes complains, as they're sitting on the edge of the docks with the fishing rod cast out.

"Well, do you want food or not?" Cleo jabs back. The water ripples around their ankles, the clear blue giving no hint at how deep it is.

One snake snaps lazily at a potted flower that Gem had decorated the pier with, and a few more hiss in discontent. Food! Eat!

"Yeah, that's what I thought! Let me fish for a few minutes in peace and then you lot can eat!"

Okay, maybe they're more trouble than they're worth. Too late, though - she's attached, both emotionally and literally. And maybe it's nice to not have to deal with the weight of silence, after so many months in the End.

They shiver a bit, despite the warmth of the afternoon. She's picked up the somewhat inconvenient habit of getting a bit too caught up in her mind, a result of going so long without talking to anyone. One of the snakes gently bonks her on the side of the head, as though it can tell they're getting too lost in their thoughts.

She glances up, trying to half-heartedly glare at the snake, who just hides behind her. Across the river, Joe catches their eye and waves at her from where he's tending to the community garden. Of course xe's still working on it rather than his own base. They wouldn't expect anything else, honestly.

On a whim, Cleo nabs one of the boats scattered around the riverbank, ignoring the confused hisses of the snakes as she rows across to the little spawn area.

"Howdy, Cleo!" He cheerfully calls out xir signature greeting as she disembarks, and she responds in kind with a "Hey, Joe."

Xe brushes the dirt off his hands, tucking a pouch of wheat seeds back into his pocket. "What brings you to this side of the Hermissippi?"

They laugh a bit. "That's what we're calling it, now?"

"What Rendog's been calling it, at least. I think it's catching on, though, and it does have a nice ring to it." Xe shrugs.

"Ah, now that you say it, that does sound like something Ren would name it. Don't suppose you've got any spare raw fish, per chance?"

Joe hums in thought. "Might be some in that barrel, but if not, I can certainly help you get some. Snakes being picky again?"

"Got it in one," they sigh. The barrel turns up half a stack of cooked salmon, but none raw. "No luck in here. If you wouldn't terribly mind fishing with me for a few minutes, I'd really appreciate the help."

"Yeah, of course! Nice day for it, anyway, and I gotta stay on the snakes' good side. Don't wanna have to stay three feet away from you for the rest of the season if they decide they don't like me," xe laughs.

"I don't know, maybe that would be a good thing," Cleo jokes. "Built-in snakey bodyguards!"

"Ah, no, don't listen to them, snakes! I'm a friend, please don't attack me!" One of the snakes playfully snaps in Joe's direction, and both of them can't help smiling at the antics.

And maybe they end up fishing until the sun hits the horizon, but the snakes are content with their meal and Cleo's glad for the time spent with her friend, so it's time well spent.

[venusinwool]

ive been obsessed with cooking and eating good food lately, so heres a typical day of eating. everything is organic, pasture raised etc you know the drill.

breakfast

-usually eggs, cooking them in ghee makes them have such a lovely flavor. i would have that with some tomatoes and cucumbers, maybe some smoked fish. or i like to make oil-free buckwheat muffins with coconut sugar, i'll have that with some fresh buffalo milk cream and blueberry jam. also, coffee and matcha always.

snacks

-i LOVE snacking on fruit and nuts, but if im extra hungry, ill go for yoghurt with raw honey and pumpkin seeds too. always gotta have fruits though, if i dont have some for one day i think ill throw a fit lol.

lunch

-this varies a lot, but grains are a must for me. im not gluten free or low carb at all, i need some carbs to function tbh. usually a bowl with protein, grains and avocado. today i had some homemade turkish "kısır" (bulgur wheat with green onions, red pepper paste, high quality olive oil, parsley and vegetables), 1/2 avocado and some dried/smoked meat.

dinner

-chicken or salmon for dinner, sometimes steak but not often. i'll cook some vegetables in butter or olive oil too, serve it with easy to digest greens and vinegar. my favorite vegetables are... well, whatever is in season. im not selective, and i love variety.

night snack

-tbh, i'll just go for some herbal tea. fennel, chamomile, rosehip or linden. maybe a handful of walnuts or cashews if im really hungry.

and thats it! i know my diet isnt entirely according to "holistic" rules, but this is what works for me. i always appreciate things that come from nature, and nourish my body with what its telling me to eat. whose diet is perfectly aligned with arbitrary rules anyway?

[duskamethyst]

not a bad thing.

a/n: we often see fics involving cats turning into a human hybrid but i wanted to switch it up. i wasn’t sure if i wanted to make him full on quadrupedal or just half human-cat. spoiler: i chose the latter.

word count: 2.8k

genre: fluff

warnings: n/a

pairing: catboy!shinsou x gn!reader

summary: shinsou is infested by a quirk that turns him into a cat. how is he going to turn back?

you and shinsou are on patrol before suddenly alerted that there is a robbery from the jewelry shop nearby. the both of you quickly get into offensive mode and spot the running criminal, one that you’ve never seen or known of– probably making their debut tonight. they have the physique of a human but the head of a cat. none of you have any idea of what their quirk is but judging from their figure, you probably have the gist of it.

“okay, they’re running into an alley!” you inform shinsou who’s running right behind you. “i’ll try to get them from the back while you try to distract them.” 

“hey, wait–” he calls but you already left him when you turn to the other side of the building to execute your plan. 

you stalk the criminal behind the wall who’s running towards your direction before jumping in front of them and startling them. your quirk allows the ground to turn into clay and objects to molt into shapes you desire with a touch. the ground between you melted once you activated your quirk, but the offender is quick to stop and turn around and face shinsou instead. 

“we got you cornered. please don’t resist.” shinsou says, activating his quirk at the same time. realizing that they have no other options, they sprint forwards into shinsou’s direction to make a break for it. shinsou swiftly uses his scarf to grab a hold on them but unfortunately, they’re so much quicker and are able to smoothly avoid the restraints– thanks to their feline capabilities and senses. 

“shinsou!” the culprit is closing in and before shinsou can defend himself, he’s met with nothing but a soft peck on his lips. the both of you are surprised and they easily take the opportunity to escape and disappear from your sights. 

“are you–” concerned, you run up to him who is still baffled and wiping his lips with his sleeve. 

“fine,” he grunts. “but they got away. hopefully the police are notified by now.”

“i’m sorry, it’s my fault. i didn’t think it through.” you sigh defeatedly. “but hey, at least someone got a kiss!” you joke, eliciting an eye roll from the male. 

“shut up, it’s not funny. what am i gonna write in our report? ‘got kissed by a villain’? goddamn it.”

you laugh, “it sounds romantic, though.”

a loud banging on your door suddenly interrupts you from your sleep. you glance sleepily at the clock from your bedside table– 2:24 a.m. maybe turning on sleep mode wasn’t a good idea.

you look through the peephole and open the door to a very distressed shinsou in his hoodie. 

“what’s going on?” you move to the side to let him stomp in before closing the door behind you. it has only been a few hours since the incident earlier. he stays silent as he stands in the middle of the room and it kind of starts to make you feel worried. “shinsou?”

he turns around with a glare and he sighs to recollect himself, “promise me you won’t laugh.”

you blink at him once, twice. “i was in the middle of my sleep, i don’t think i’m in the mood for a joke right now.”

“promise me.”

“okay, okay. i promise!” 

once he gets your word on it, he slowly pulls the hoodie down from his head– and you can’t believe what you’re seeing; shinsou now has cat ears!

“what– what’s that?!” your hand finds its way to your mouth as you try to hold in your laughter. is this a joke? was he forced to do this?

“you promised–” he pulls back the hoodie on his head to hide his new ears that hold the same shade as his hair.

“i know! but– but it’s a good look on you! you look so cute!” you start giggling and walk up to him. “oh my god, can i touch it?”

“what?! no!” shinsou steps back, protecting his new ears with his hands. 

“oh, come on! you trust me with this, right? i bet i’m the first person you looked for!” 

“y-yeah, but–” he stammers, “but that’s only because you were with me! i bet it was their quirk that made me like this!” 

you manage to corner him to a wall and you quickly take off his hoodie to reveal his ears again that are pushing backwards as some sort of sign of defense. 

“i promise i’ll be gentle.” you coax, hands already reaching up to his ears before he could answer. you scratch behind his ears like you normally do with cats and he slowly relaxes to your touch. 

before he feels like he’s about to purr and humiliate himself, shinsou smacks your hand away, “cut it out.”

“why? i thought cats like that?” 

“and i’m not a cat.” he looks away to hide his face, feeling like his cheeks are turning warm. “anyways, i don’t know what else it’s gonna do nor how long.”

“but we gotta tell the hero’s commission about this. i don’t know if you wanna stay over or something but i really wanna see what’ll happen tomorrow.” 

“so you can laugh at me even more? when my tail shows up?” he snorts. 

“pshh, no.” shinsou squints at you for a moment before you groan defeatedly, “okay, maybe?” 

he rolls his eyes, “don’t mind me then.”

if your sleep last night was disturbed by knockings from the door, this morning you’re woken up by a frantic shout of your name from the living room. you quickly get out of bed to check out what’s happening.

“shinsou– oh my god!” you squeal both in amusement and shock as you notice a fluffy indigo tail coming from shinsou’s back. shinsou, however, looks beyond unamused. 

“ït’s getting worse.” 

“aw, shinsou.” your lips feign a pout. “you look ador– ack!” he throws a pillow at you. “fine, i’ll report this to the commission.”

“could you, maybe...” he mutters before you turn back to your room. “leave out the details? i feel embarrassed.”

you tilt your head questioningly, “but isn’t that the most important part? to find out how to undo their quirk?”

shinsou just remains quiet, his eyes staring down onto the ground. feeling as if you don’t want to make his day any worse, you comply. maybe you can find something out by the end of the day or maybe he can only hope that the quirk won’t last much longer anymore, that there should be a time limit for it like most quirks do.

you leave the room to take a quick shower and write in your report. a couple of hours pass by and you think about cooking for your guest today. shinsou is still laying on your sofa, looking very much in despair while his fluffy tail wags up and down, making you feel nothing more than mesmerized by it. 

failing to fight the urge, you quietly sneak behind him and tug on his tail. the startled male turns to you annoyingly.

“at this point i just wish claws would come out so i can put a scar on you.”

“and i will throw a bucket of water in your face.” you tease. “anyways, i’m gonna cook for both of us now. you can do whatever you like. you’re a cat anyways, i can’t really tell you what to do.” he glares at you while you stride off towards the kitchen laughing. 

you call out to eat once you’ve finished cooking. nothing too special, just fried rice and stirred veggies that are enough to fill your empty stomach. you’re not going to take any complaints and you’re not the best cook either but it’s the most you could do right now. 

“ack!” shinsou coughs after taking the first bite of his meal and quickly gulps down some water.

you look at him dejectedly, “hey, i know my cooking isn’t that good. don’t need to rub it in my face!”

he shakes his head, “no, it’s just– i think my taste buds aren’t working well.”

“you’re just trying to make me feel better.” you scowl playfully but shinsou only chugs his drink each time he tries to put food inside his mouth. “don’t tell me you only want to eat fish now?” 

“i hope i don’t. but– meow?” realizing what slips out from his mouth so casually, he puts his hand over his mouth in shock.

“meow?” you repeat. 

“shit, i– meow.”

“shinsou, are you okay?” you look at him curiously. 

he shakes his head again, his cat ears pushed back. when you stand up from your seat to check on him, he quickly dashes to the corner of the room and faces the wall. you carefully walk closer to him but as you are about to put your hand on his shoulder, shinsou turns around and hisses at you– his tail slightly fluffed up. 

you take a step back in wary, “oh, um, okay? i’ll get you a fish? is that what you want?”

shinsou only growls lowly, his irises narrow and tail wagging in annoyance as he watches you walk back into the kitchen to get food for him. 

oh boy, this is bad. he lost his speech abilities. 

thankfully, you have some raw salmon in your fridge. while you wait for it to defrost, shinsou only curls up in the corner defensively. each time you try to get closer to him, he’ll either growls or hisses at you. as much as you want to be offended (he’s close to you after all), you can’t help but think it’s rather adorable to see him like this– behaving like a cat though you can see that he still has his attitude.

you then try to sway him with the fish, gently placing down the plate in front of him before he sniffs his food and crouches down to eat it without using his hands. 

“that looks... so inhumane.” you sigh. “maybe i should feed you?”

you take a slice of salmon from the plate and bring it in front of his mouth in an attempt to feed him. he looks at you warily for a brief second before sniffing it again and opening his mouth to nibble on his food. 

“that’s a good boy!” you giggle, reaching to pat his head but he shies away as he chews his meal. okay, he probably needs some time. 

you patiently feed him until the plate is empty and give him some water to drink. you then finish up your brunch and do the dishes while shinsou lazes around on your sofa. to your surprise, shinsou is quick to warm up to you when he sits up and scoots from his seat, giving you room to sit next to him. even more surprising when he lays his head on your lap right after that. it makes your heart throb and embarrassed at the same time.

“uh...” he looks content but you’re unsure if he’d allow you to touch him. however, you decide to try your luck and begin to gently caress his hair.  

shinsou flutters his eyes open at the touch and doesn’t fight back but instead his eyes slowly shuts again as he leans into your hold. his head nuzzles against your hand as you continue to stroke his hair. you take it as a sign that he has finally loosen up and you waste no time to scratch him behind the ears. over time, you can almost hear him purring on your lap. your heart squeezes in glee at the thought that shinsou finds comfort and warmth from you. 

“you’re not hard to please, huh?” you chuckle as you watch the male endearingly; maybe he should just stay like this so you won’t have to put up with his smart mouth so much. you’ve heard about how cats are able to provide humans oxytocin but currently you’re not sure if it’s because he is partially a cat or because it’s shinsou himself. 

the both of you stay in the position for quite a time as you idly flip through channels on the tv screen. truth be told, shinsou is the only one that feels comfortable right now. you want to move because your legs are starting to feel numb but you feel bad if you wake or move him. fortunately, you are saved by the bell when there’s a knock on the door. 

shinsou’s ears perk up as his attention is drawn towards the door.

“hold on, i think i got a package.” you stand up from the sofa and head towards the door to greet the delivery man. 

shinsou watches you as you stand there and engage in little unnecessary chats while you sign on the paper. the man gets excited when he recognizes you as one of the pro heroes and somehow it drags into a long conversation before he realizes that he’s running out of time and needs to deliver his packages to the other customers. with a brief handshake, he finally leaves your doorstep and you turn towards a vigilant (half) man from your sofa.

his indigo eyes narrow down at you as you walk up to him, gaze piercing through you as you find your seat next to him again.

“what?” you look at him in unease. he shifts closer to you and scrunches his nose as he takes a sniff from you and a low growl rips from his throat as if something unpleasant just flared through his nostrils. and to shinsou, it is– the scent is still you but it’s somehow tainted now and he doesn’t appreciate it.

“hey, i already took a–” 

shinsou suddenly jumps on you, his hands pushing you roughly by the shoulders as his bigger and muscular build hovers over you. your heartbeat is running a mile once your eyes are locked with his. you hung around him a lot before and there were some unintentional brush of the hands here and there, but this is probably the closest you two have been and you’re starting to feel nervous. 

“shinsou? c-cut it out.” you whimper but the male doesn’t budge at all and instead his lazy eyes just continue to bore into yours.

if only you have a water quirk, you probably would spray his face by now.

once shinsou’s grip softens, you try to wriggle away. however, he leans down closer to you and stops an inch away from your face. you want to brace yourself for what’s to come but you have no idea what to expect either, but there’s an unshakeable feeling inside you that wishes to feel his soft lips on yours. you blush at the thought– you probably shouldn’t feel such way towards your colleague and especially when this is the work of the criminal’s quirk, you should keep this professional and not let your personal feelings be involved. 

however, your little wish is granted. 

your eyes almost go out of their sockets when shinsou gently presses his lips onto yours so tenderly. you can see that the absurd fury he had has subsided and he turns rather calm as a soft sigh escapes from him. slowly, your own eyes close as you give in to the kiss. 

it feels all too quick before he pulls away and gazes at you with those half-lidded eyes. it’s a dreamy sight and you just want to pull him back but you notice that his ears are slowly disappearing. 

he blinks a few times before letting reality finally hit him and realizing the compromising position the both of you are in. a tinge of pink creeps on his cheeks and he quickly pushes himself off of you. 

“your ears and tail are gone!” you squeal, voice masking the dread inside you that he’s back to normal but you’re also glad that the quirk has worn off. 

“thank god.” he sighs. he tries to remember the details of how he even got on top of you but nothing pops in his mind. he might have the slightest idea but he doesn’t want to believe it. the thought of it makes his ears and cheeks burn hotter. even if he did kiss you, he doesn’t want it to be like that– not when he’s under a damn quirk. 

“do you remember what happened?”

“the last thing i remember is when we’re having brunch.” he murmurs, still trying to put one and one together.

“oh, boy. you should’ve seen yourself! you suddenly started acting like a–”

“listen. you are to forget what just happened.” he cuts you off immediately. 

he’s so used to putting up a stoic attitude around people. he always deliberately tried to look cool especially around you and made sarcastic remarks to annoy you but that was one of his confusing ways to express his liking to you. and now the fact that he might have looked so vulnerable in front of you, it’s just too humiliating. 

“but–”

maybe this time, shinsou thinks it’s okay to finally use his quirk on you.

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