#apologies to culinary fans

[romances-not-tragedies]

Also Sadi Ratan will not survive a Marco Pierre White Cooking Challenge pass it on

[hurts2think]

Could you maybe do Hook x gn!reader? Reader as Zellie’s sibling aka Rapunzel and Eugene’s son. Maybe reader is a painter like Rapunzel and Hook is the muse and I dunno sumthing silly like that. I’m obsessed with Tangled right now so :PPP

🏴‍☠️Young!James Hook x GN!Reader🏴‍☠️

Reader pronouns: They/them

Pairing: Young James Hook x GN!Reader

Plot: Reader is the child of Rapunzel and took on the same artistic hobby of being a painter. They have a final project due but can't find the perfect muse. That is, until an annoying boy shows up who might be perfect.

Word Count: 1.7K

Extra: I feel like maybe I write too much dialogue idk. Do you guys prefer more dialogue or more text? Anyway, I hope you Hook fans like this!

Being the child of Rapunzel, it’s no surprise you took on an artistic hobby. Even your sister, Zellie did fun hairstyling and colorful outfits, but you kept it more traditional. Traditional in the sense that you keep it simple and just paint. Painting, drawing, and sketching, anything like that.

You found yourself doodling every time you had a pencil in your hand, half of your jeans are painted with little stars and flowers just from absent minded doodling while coming up with a real project.

This obsession naturally landed you in advanced art classes. Which was of course your favorite class of the day. You had just finished a landscape painting for an assignment that took you longer than it should have, (you were never very good with landscapes) but now that the project is over, that just means it was time for the next.

But this project was your final exam for the year. A portrait. Not a self portrait, but a portrait of someone else at school. There was also a paper that had to be written with it about technique and color theory but that was the boring part. Now you were too busy thinking of the possibilities for your muse!

You were fairly popular at school, especially considering you were royalty. But you were also just nice and charming to many of the people around you, so it usually wasn’t hard to ask people for help with your projects. But… your issue this time being that it was the end of the year. Most people were busy with their own end of the year exams and projects.

You asked Bridget first, who apologized a dozen times about how she couldn’t help this time because she was so overwhelmed with a new recipe she was trying for her culinary final. Then you asked Ella who said she had too much to study for and that she couldn’t do anything after school because she had to go home for chores. And anyone else you asked had similar responses.

In the dining hall you sat by yourself and stared at your notebook, trying to come up with anyone else you could ask. It was a free period so the hall was pretty empty since most of the students spent their time out at the courtyard. The quiet always helped you focus so you weren't complaining about being alone there.

Just as you were about to cross out another name on your list, the notebook was suddenly shoved off the table and replaced by someone hopping up to sit there instead of in a chair.

"Whoops. Be more careful with your things." The boy smirked as he crossed one leg over the other.

"Hook." You sighed, picking up the notebook. He thought he was funny for the way he picked on you and others, but really it wasn't that amusing.

You never understood why he decided to pick on you so much, it's not like you ever did anything to him. But at least his bullying was hardly considered bullying. Just a snarky comment here and there with a mocking smirk.

"What's their royal highness doing by themselves? Your mates finally ditch you?" He asked with the same old stupid grin he always had on. How you wish you could take a frying pan to his face and wipe it off sometimes.

"No. I'm trying to work on a project and you're kind of distracting me." You mutter with an annoyed huff.

"Distracting you? That's what I'm best at, darling."

Honestly you weren't really in the mood for this. Usually you'd just laugh and shrug him off since you never saw much harm in him, he just liked attention. But after spending all day working on a project you can't even start has frustrated you beyond belief. You suddenly stood up as if to stand your ground, "You know what, Hook? I've had it with your—" You abruptly stopped speaking.

Hook just looked at you with a mocking grin, clearly not taking you seriously. But the way he sat with his legs crossed, leaned back, and his hook hand held near his face suddenly struck you with inspiration and your annoyment quickly flooded away.

James Hook. He would be the perfect muse for your project. He's elegant with every move he makes, he's undeniably beautiful, and not overwhelmingly proper. His darker demeanor contrasts the elegant position in just the perfect way.

"Oh my gosh." You held your hand to your chest as if you had the most beautiful life changing epiphany ever. You tended to be a little dramatic like that.

"Hmm?" He hummed, clearly a little confused by whatever was going on inside your head.

Your eyes were practically glowing from all of the ideas running in your head, "Hook, you're perfect." Was all that came out of your lips.

The pretty blunt compliment seemed to also confuse Hook, "Yes..." He agreed but still looked at you, waiting for you to supply more context. "And?"

His ego might just be big enough to agree to help you with your project, "Have you ever thought about... Modeling?" You asked, tilting your head to the side, taking in his entire appearance.

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It was no surprise he enthusiastically agreed. On the way to the art room (that was thankfully empty) he only spoke about his looks and how you'd definitely get an A+ on your project thanks to him. Of course he also wanted to keep the portrait after it's been graded and given back to you. You never really took the self absorbed things he said seriously, they mostly just made you chuckle. It was kind of funny the way he spoke so confidently about himself, considering he wasn't exactly the first person people were lining up to be friends with or date.

You never really hated Hook. Sure, he pissed you off and his friends weren't the greatest either, but you never saw him as big and bad as he wished he was. For a pirate at least, he wasn't very scary. Mostly mildly annoying.

You couldn't say the same for his friend, Uliana. She was definitely the more brutal one of the VKs, which made sense considering she was their 'leader' or something. You mostly tried to steer clear from them, but somehow always had you and Hook running into each other.

"Could you please stop moving? Just hold still for ten minutes." You asked of him sternly. You sat in front of the easel while Hook sat gracefully on the desk in front of you. Well, not very graceful anymore. His pose became slouched and bored after only five minutes of him standing there.

"It's been an hour, can't I move now? Let me see it so far." He complained, frowning at the boredom of just sitting there.

"No. It's not done and if you move then it's going to be impossible for you to sit back correctly again." You explained, eyes not leaving the canvas.

You should have expected this behavior, but you were a little too excited about the process, you forgot who exactly you were dealing with. Every ten or so minutes he'd ask if he could move and you'd have to snap at him to stay still.

Though the next time you looked back up, your eyes narrowed at him shifting and moving, "James! You're moving too much. Tilt your head back to the right."

He rolled his eyes and tilted his head as you said.

"Not your right, my right— Okay, actually," You stood up and walked over to him, grabbing his face and angling it in the correct position.

"Ya know, you should ask me on a date first before getting handsy." He smirked, looking you in the eye.

You give him a skeptical look before taking your hands off of him, "Just stop moving. And keep quiet too." It was impossible to hide your own smirk. You really couldn't help it.

You walk back to your canvas and stare at Hook for a second, picking up your paint brush. Despite you telling him to keep quiet and stop moving, it didn't take long before he started talking again. Mostly gossip and stupid stuff that didn't really matter.

After another long while you finished the painting. Well, not really. You still had details and things to change but you got the base of what you want. It looked pretty much complete to anyone who wasn’t a painter, but it wasn’t quite. It was finished enough to where you didn’t really need Hook anymore though.

“Okay! You can see it now.” You grinned, clearly bursting with excitement. It really turned out better than you imagined.

Your muse sitting on a windowsill with only a little light trickling on his face and overgrown dark plants and roses surrounding. It was definitely darker than you usually painted but it turned out amazing. Using the Flowers to frame his face but the rest being overgrown vines, it really felt like the right artistic decision.

Hook wasted no time to get up and look, resting his arm on your shoulder. His eyebrows raised slightly in surprise, “Wow.” Was all he said at first. You looked at him, hoping he’d say something else or some kind of approval. “Are you in love with me or something?” He grinned, looking from the painting to you.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, “You wish.”

Based on that statement though, it was clear he liked it. Of course he was always open to someone making something in his image, but he really never expected someone to draw him so elegant and pretty. If anything, he expected something scarier. But you managed to make the painting dark and dramatic but still beautiful. He really was the perfect muse.

“Really? So the royal painter doesn’t want a kiss for their hard work in capturing my beauty?” He teased, taking your hand with his hook and leaning in as if he was about to try and kiss you.

“Try anything and you’re face wont be so pretty anymore.” You threatened with a light hearted laugh, pushing him away.

“Ouch.” Hook dramatically held his hand to his heart as if you’d stabbed him before grinning. Maybe you should’ve admired his beauty a little sooner. He could’ve been very helpful to your other countless projects.

[hxltic]

Hello! I have a request!

Could you do something where Kenma isn't really giving the female reader any attention because he's busy streaming so the reader sneaks under his desk where the viewer's can't see her and she pleasures him until he eventually cums down her throat?

:) I un-ironically love writing bjs

The shared house was silent anytime after 5 o’clock. Kuroo had just left— his afternoon business management classes calling him in, and Bokuto’s practice overcrowded his schedule to the point where he went twice a day with some gym sessions in between. That leaves you alone with Kenma in your 4 bedroom home off campus that was supposedly his father’s apology gift.

The bills are mainly kept satisfied with Kenma’s profit as his streaming allows you all to live as you do. Of course, there was a sense of independency by your own jobs regardless. There has probably been twice where everyone was in the living room at once, but it’s like there’s a tacit agreement each of you have your own goals.

You can’t be mad at the man for being busy when his job supports his friends and himself.

Kenma has been your friend, now boyfriend, for the longest out of all of them, next in line being Kuroo. Kenma took computer engineering and coding related classes, despite having already perfected building PC’s just out of pure experience. The work is hard. You’ve seen it.

You’ve witnessed him stress first hand about a single error in a strenuous, long line of codes—and you ask him why he doesn’t stop doing it if it bothers him to the extent it does. His determination has grown for activities he enjoys over the years; 12 year old him would have quit.

Kenma’s way to deal with stress is isolation. The entire day he’s been crammed in his room, and with being the only other person in the house majority of the time, you bring it upon yourself to feed him. He gets focused and forgets to eat.

The reminder has you clicking your Ipad off from whatever distraction show you had playing. It was so boring most of the days, Netflix couldn’t even fulfill you. You toss the covers off yourself, then bounce downstairs into the kitchen.

It was so quiet that your feet patting against the floor filled the air. To cure the ennui you felt, you’d take the time to have fun with this culinary experience.

By the time there was fluffy white flour messily coating the kitchen and dishes stacked like game cards in the sink, your dish was plated for two. Maybe you’d keep him some company?

Careful not to fall up the stairs, you prod at his door in attempt to knock with one hand. Somehow you turn the knob successfully.

The fan cuts through the air, every click of Kenma’s pen accompanied with a glance to the paper beside him. He won’t even look up at the waitress bearing goods.

“Hi Ken,” you grab his attention but his slim eyes only dart up at the smell of cuisine. “Have you eaten?”

You know the answer. His hair is pulled back into a ponytail, so when he shakes his head the usual strands that follow aren’t there. You place the plate on his desk, next to the two cans of some energy drink and a diet Dr. Pepper.

“Thank you,” he speaks softly. There was a hint of edge to the sound, like he hadn’t used his voice all day.

“Mhmm.”

You turn on your heels to his bed, then sit criss cross as it squeaks and dips. “Do you mind if I just stay in here? It gets lonely in the house.”

To be honest, you forget he’s there sometimes.

“I’m kinda busy,” he replies. He loves you, and your presence, but he just knows he won’t be able to focus. “I’ll be done soon.”

The pout you flaunt deepens, “You’ve been stuck in here for almost a week now! Come out; I miss you Ken.”

He refrains himself from turning to look at you because he knows when he weighs his options, you’ll always come out on top. The chances of you getting picked multiply with your pout.

“Soon, I just need to finish this.”

“Please?”

He doesn’t even have a valid response for that, so he forces the spoon into his mouth. You’re actually a great cook, but since you all eat so much takeout, nobody’s at the dinner table at the same time to enjoy it.

You huff and negotiate to just sit in silence, as long as you’re in his presence. As long as you know he’s there.

This only lasts about fifteen minutes before you’re whining for him again. You completely understand the heavy load of schoolwork, and that it has to get done, but he genuinely has been at it for so long it cannot be healthy.

“I’m done,” he announces coincidentally, his soft fingers coming up to brush a tendril of hair back as he gathers his things on the desk into a neat pile.

Your head perks up like a puppy at attention. He arises from his chair after closing the laptop, pulling his rubber band from the hair connected at his nape as he steps towards you laying on his bed. You giggle in expectancy when he smiles gingerly at you, reaches his arms forward around your feet to plant his hands on the duvet, then crawls up your body. The hair tie wraps around his wrist to join all the other colorful bracelets and bands.

He makes you swoon by just giving you attention.

His hands grew into proportion as he aged, so now they were relatively large. Large enough to connect at your hips as he kisses his way up.

Stomach, chest, then an abundance on your chin and around your face, just for his thumb and index finger to hold your cheeks in position for his softer, slower kiss right on your lips.

You wrap your arms around him like he’d just disintegrate any second. You can feel his body slump, leaving you with most of his weight to carry and his head withdrawing from the kiss to between your breasts. With one hand massaging the round muscle, Kenma was in his element.

Black with barely-there blonde crowds your vision. His soft skin felt warm as you two lay intertwined in the still house, and if you were to fall asleep it would greatly help that Kenma never keeps the big light on. He moans in satisfactory below you.

You lift your hand to rest over his face, the bigger part of your thumb gliding gently over his cheek.

“I love you,” he mutters.

“I love you too Ken.”

After a while of Kenma following your heartbeat and breathing, you would’ve guessed he was asleep. He clarifies he isn’t when he groans lowly.

“I have to get up.”

The words rest tensely in the air, and maybe if you pretend you didn’t hear him, he’ll lay there and forget about it.

He attempts to raise himself from you, politely grabbing your hand and locking your fingers when he comes to a hover above. His pink lips come to the corner of yours as you blink open your eyes.

Truthfully, he wants nothing more than to be with you, here, resting—but he hasn’t streamed in a solid week because of school. You were completely his priority though, so he would make sure to give you equal attention as his stream.

He finds the little willpower to come off you and the bed. He was genuinely hoping you’d stay there and sleep peacefully, that way he’ll come back to join you and it will feel like he never left.

He flips a blanket over your body before he strolls to his setup usually beaming with bright lights. He takes a seat, making sure to turn the brightness down of everything, refraining from playing music, and ultimately deciding not to turn on any light not connected to his PC anyway.

As much as you hate that he’s not cuddled up next to you right now, you love the fact that he’s a steamer overall because he looks so damn hot doing it. Especially the way his muscles on his forearm flex as he quickly types or plays. His hair that’s usually up is down, because he isn’t wearing his mic.

Or like the way every now and then he’ll pop a piece of gum in his mouth and manspread in his gaming chair to shoot a quick message or check his feed. Or like the way he’s so attent, making call-outs, or whenever he gets angry his brows furrow the slightest bit and his face displays whatever he’s actually thinking. You find it hilarious when his eyes roll.

At some point, he hears you come up behind him into view, and his head relaxes into your two hands sliding up his neck to his jaw. You crouch into the screen and the chat immediately multiples. It’s too quick to read them all. Knowing his viewers, Kenma takes the responsibility of closing it with the click of a button, so fast that it seems he never even did it.

“Cracked, 130,” he calls.

You stood there for a moment to watch him play. He and his team beat the level, game, you don’t know, but he releases his focus from the screen and mindlessly cracks his knuckles.

A donation comes in that’s read aloud. Kenma tenses, but you’re excited to hear it.

“jump1nnit donates $70. ‘girl to girl, is it big?’”

Kenma’s head drops back in your hands, eyes closing in annoyance.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles. Where were his mods?

All you were thinking about was how much Kenma was actually earning. 70 dollars in a single donation? How many of these does he get a day? How much more do people pay that’s over 70 when you aren’t here?

You shake these questions away. You knew he was famous. This was not new information; his fans see you sometimes in the background, and they adore you. It’s why your instagram has so many followers and people saying outrageous things in your comments. Ken begs you not to check them.

You find it amusing honestly. God knows what he’s being sent despite his DM’s or what they’re saying in his chats. You know there’s girls all over the world after him, but he doesn’t entertain them, so you don’t either. You trust him completely.

Brought back to reality, you look down at Kenma.

He starts, “Are you-“

To rile up the scene, you nod at the monitor with a mischievous smirk on your face. You bend and kiss his forehead.

“Can I sit right here?” You ask quickly, already pulling up his desk stool because he has no reason to say no. He takes your momentary absence to mute the computer.

“Yeah. yeah, Definitely.”

The blonde’s tone is a little off, but you chalk it up to what just happened. He was just surprised you’d actually respond. He ignores them so he doesn’t get demonetized.

So you sit next to him on your phone playing games, or watching him, or laying on his shoulder. It made it a little difficult for him to play with the last one, but he doesn’t mind. He places a kiss to your forehead, matching earlier actions, and the way you two looked at each other after will definitely reel in some fan edits.

You return to gaming on your phone until you drop it. It tumbles down and under the PC, into the jungle of wires below.

At least with everything included in the setup, that’s what you expect to see, but they’re all neatly accounted for. The seat moves back against the carpet to accommodate for your body, the space you’ve created to retrieve the device. The problem is, you and Kenma occupy this space. You won’t fit.

Kenma heard your phone drop, so he had an idea why you’re down there. He even chuckled a little. Once you pick up the phone, you use his thigh as leverage to turn yourself around, causing him to flinch, and immediately an idea pops into your head.

You could stay down here.

You press the heart of your palm into him once more, the same reaction procreating ideas like a lightbulb.

His voice from above makes another callout.

The lightness of your fingertips glide across his thigh and up to his waist, slipping past the barrier of the thin shirt he’s wearing. Kenma is not ticklish, but his abdomen turns concave to your touch.

By now he has concluded what is happening, or going to happen, and just the thought has him hardening in front of you. Of course it’s something he’s thought about. He hasn’t asked because it feels unnatural—like you would only do it because he suggested it.

His poker face remains stone cold, but the rest gives him away. With every touch you only got closer. You trail your whole hand up the shirt, running this one along the dips of his pale skin, while the other goes back and forth along his thigh. Inwards, then back out. Your phone was long forgotten.

You run the length of your fingers over his center sneakily before meeting both hands in the middle and fiddling with his waistband. He shivers, but continues to play.

He hadn’t been purposely edging himself, and he definitely knows that you would help him whenever he asked, but with all the schoolwork piled on top of him, it never crossed his mind. It was now though, and sensitivity was at its highest.

“No, why would you do that; that’s stupid,” Kenma replies to what you assume is a donation. The technological voice isn’t there anymore for you to hear.

The tips of your nails dive past every ounce of clothing settled at his hips.

He shifts in his seat, whether to allow you to pull the band down just enough or to calm his nerves, you don’t know, but the opportunity was right in front of your face. Literally.

You don’t even do anything but hold his length before you start the up and down motions. It’s enough to turn him on more, having him grow in your hand. You can’t imagine the faces he’s making while his viewers’ minds were already polluted.

“Keep going, push,” he exclaims. Voice still soft, but with some sense of urgency.

He was not speaking to you, but you listen anyway, and do as he says. Maybe you could play a game: see how long it takes before he realizes you’re taking orders.

With this, you stroke him a little faster, then run your fleshy thumb over his tip. It began dripping, a single bud threatening to fall. After swiping it away, you disperse what little you could, then wrap your plush lips around his head.

He wasn’t expecting it right after your slow pace.

“Ugh, fuck- third party.”

The groan he emitted was covered quickly by a call, as if that’s what “frustrated” him.

You pop off as quickly as you came, spread your saliva, and now slide your enclosed hand down his cock steadily. Silky smooth, it took no energy to glide along him. Your unoccupied hand squeezes his thigh through the cotton.

“Down, he’s under and one shot.”

You jerk him off as his breathing barely picks up, occasionally coming down to wet him some more, but you see a significant difference when your hand consistently twists just the tip. You’d swirl your tongue around the reddening, most sensitive part of him before dropping even farther to take his balls in your mouth.

You tug and pull harmlessly.

“Hmm...”

Despite what was going on, the streamer was clever with how he hid it.

He asks, “Hey, what do y’all want to hear?”

The viewers were astonished they were being asked; Kenma has previously told them he likes his music and would play whatever he felt like hearing. He did a stream for song recommendations and half of it was him hating on their music and the other half was his viewers attempting to find songs he would like.

Regardless, he unmuted the sound on his computer and turned on the playlist, only slightly louder than usual.

You took this opportunity to actually wrap your lips around his cock, not having to worry about the sounds. You start on the slower side but it didn’t take long to get comfortable. Whatever you couldn’t fit, you jerked off.

His abdomen showcased whatever his face wouldn’t, stuttering every now and then with his hips correcting their position. You brought the wet hand to his balls once more, and attempted to fit all of him down your throat. There was a deep sigh above you.

You closed your eyes and went again, trying to go deeper. You didn’t gag, but your throat made sounds that was enough implication of what was going on. That’s okay though. Some random band one of his mods recommended was playing.

Once more, you tried to go deeper, actually sputtering this time, but once you got past the uncomfortableness of it all, you could go the same depth over and over. You did, breathing through your nose. He could hear your throat, but chat couldn’t. If they could, they would be saying something.

“Oh shit, oh shit, he’s on me,” he huffs, “I’m gonna twist around to cover.”

You remove yourself, partially to breathe, and take two hands to twist on top of each other in opposite directions. His belly button caves in with some more muscles, pure evidence of his pleasure.

This was the second he knew what you were doing. What game you were playing.

If you wanted to play, he could too.

“Where is she?” he reads chat calmly. “I think she’s downstairs eating.”

Was it calm enough—you’re not sure, because he was fidgeting excessively in the leaning chair.

The double entendre has you giggling silently. With a deep breath, you’re back down on him again. It’s not long until you sputter.

“Do you want me to tell her to come back up?” You hear him spit out quickly.

You do as he says, but not without the price of your fingers doubling speed at his head.

“Yeah, I’ll tell her. Hold on.”

With quickness, he mutes and turns his camera off.

He was sweating and physically overwhelmed. Pushing back on his heels, his chair rolls from under the table with you following, finally in his sight. He could already imagine how you looked.

Red lips. Glowing face. Glossy eyes, smiling and happy. You were ethereal. Your hands are working him, but now with his cock down your throat too? Oh my god.

He held a soft touch at your cheek and caressed your face with his thumb. Picking up speed, you smile.

The other hand of his would do the same, brushing a loose stand of hair behind your ear. Faster.

“Just like that,” he breathes.

“Mhmm?” you deepthroat him.

His head drops back involuntarily. His mouth does the same. The heavy breaths that he was holding from the stream let loose.

One last look at your flushed features and-

He groans heavily, adam’s apple bobbing and cock tightening. Skin usually pale but red with desire, he stills.

You close your eyes. It was so fulfilling with your throat stretched and his hands on either side of your plush face.

Warmth seeps past your tongue and down the cavern. It causes you to choke but Kenma definitely doesn’t mind. His sounds flow into your ears, plus some faint praise as he soon begins to release from his high.

You couldn’t taste anything as you slowly raise yourself from him, leaving his cock glistening with saliva and pink, but the taste just barely started to form once it caught your tongue on the way down. You swallow anyway—it wasn’t bad.

You use the back of your hand to wipe your eyes and breathe freely. You lay your cheek on the driest part of his pants, even though you’ll have to get up. You just aren’t ready to see the red wilts on your knees.

“You are amazing,” Kenma catches his breath. He looks back down with his eyes glossed over and tired, but he still runs his finger over your wet lip. You softly kiss it.

. .

“Are you getting back on?” You climb into his fluffy bed, throwing the covers back.

Kenma shakes his head and follows after you in a fresh new set. He grabs the covers and returns them over you both, pushing his hair back and holding you close.

©️ hxltic

[itsabouttimex2]

Where's Wukong in LSO? Is he like retired and far away? Just doesn't want to butt into how MK is mentoring his student? Sorry if I'm being too noisy. Just curious about the au ^^'

(No worries, dear! I love answering questions about the things I write anyhow! 💕 I’ll go into a few characters here!)

Let’s Start Over

Friends and Family

After many, many long years… Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven… has retired, actually!

Our lovable Sage is kicking around wherever he pleases (with a strange shadow following him about), leisurely traveling the world and enjoying everything that it has to offer. He stops for fans and scholars alike, signing autographs and answering questions.

The ginger-furred simian especially enjoys visiting different zoos and aquariums to admire the animals- and they seem to like him, too. Old Sun also stops by local pastry shops pretty often, looking for something sweet and made of peaches. He’s got his photo hung on at least two dozen walls by now.

He’s got a pretty good thing going now. Wukong is more than content- he’s happy.

Of course, our powerful King’s not just going to leave an entire life behind.

He’s got a new kiddo to dote on, after all!

Yeah, this man adores you. Every other week or so he’ll come zooming in on his mystic cloud, blazing into view with a shower of vaporous mist trailing behind him.

‘Sun Yeye’, as he’ll frequently call himself, comes bearing gifts and stories. He’s in a better place both mentally and socially, and he’s grown more comfortable with physical contact- somewhat. He’ll ruffle your hair and ply you with something expensive or unhealthy, then bound off to chat with his loyal monkey subjects.

And… there’s someone with him?

As ever, this little rat is mostly unrepentant and prone to lurking about in the shadows. Still training and eavesdropping and scheming, just a little less cruel about it.

He’s slowly becoming a better person, off journeying with Wukong and learning about everything he’d missed while stuck in the underworld.

But Macaque doesn’t get to have ‘cool uncle/granddad’ title that the Monkey King has been bestowed, I’m afraid. After all, where Wukong was willing to accept his wrongs and shortcomings and actively work on them, Mac just kinda… gets away with his bullshit without ever trying to making amends.

MK keeps him at a full arm’s length from you, considering the sable simian to be not only a bad influence, but a dangerous one.

But, theoretically, if Macaque were to:

1. Apologize to every person he’s hurt

2. Make reparations for all the destruction that he’s caused

3. Acknowledge his own shortcomings and mistakes and try to become better

Then he might consider allowing you and ‘Uncle Macaque’ to meet up. Just for an hour.

Maybe.

As always, Pigsy maintains his grumpy fervor for cooking and serving, but in a far more lowkey fashion than before. Mei helped to hook him up with topnotch streaming equipment, allowing the chef to start a personal channel where he teaches beginner’s to prep basic meals and take care of their equipment.

He’s found some degree of fame with it, spreading his culinary skills across the internet, which quickly comes to love him.

And speaking of love- Y/N. Oh, how this man cherishes you.

MK gave him a grandbaby.

Ok, so he was a little worried at first. Pigsy thought that his son had gotten someone pregnant (irrational, but he was still worried!) and now was raising the kiddo as a single father.

Once all that has been cleared up, our favorite chef settles into the “granddad” role admirably, tending to you as he did to little MK.

He comes over every Friday to make a family meal for the three of you, and Tang always tags along- usually with a book that he thought you might like.

Although MK’s relationship with Mei has grown notably… strained, the two still keep in touch. She’s grown to be a massive streamer, and frequently competes in city-wide races as something of a celebrity. A decent chunk of her hard-earned cash goes to local charities or is spent sponsoring young racers that she sees worth in.

Mei is super dedicated to seeing the city grow healthier and happier, opting to visit and buy from only local stores and restaurants. She gives very fair reviews and often causes surges of growth for whatever business she stops in to check out.

She still finds time to game with MK on occasion, trying to bridge the gap that’s grown between the two in recent times. It’s not a phenomenal success, but they have fun and part on decent terms.

For what it’s worth, they’d both still go crazy if the other was injured.

Also, Auntie Mei??? Bringing you fun games and snacks and getting you a custom motorcycle helmet for the rides she takes you on (away from the crowded city streets, of course) and telling you embarrassing stories about MK.

(Also also, Goldendragon?? Moving apart from being friends and then reconciling into being lovers? Or even Chimera? In that final case Y/N is absolutely screwed.)

Mr. Tang, as always, remains a dedicated scholar and mooch. He’s still spending every day by Pigsy’s side and sampling his food, but now he’s got an audience eagerly watching his every bite. The internet loves this man, both for his honest enthusiasm for food and for his interesting historical lectures.

Tang switching from calmly explaining the history of jajangmyeon to outright squealing about how damn good the dish is the moment he takes the first bite.

Him and Pigsy have moved in together at this point, sharing the streaming equipment for both cooking videos and history lessons. They absolutely share the same channel.

(I cannot think of a name for what that channel would be called. Delicious History? Culinary Chronicles? Past and Produce? Freenoodles?)

I think that Tang would read to you as he did MK, sharing stories both old and new to keep you updated on the dangers you might face.

So much bonding over food. With MK’s permission, he takes you out to different stalls and shops to broaden your horizons. It also helps to build your social skills and the sense of community you feel with the locals.

Also, those Golden Cicada powers? He busts them out whenever you’re in danger, wrapping you in a sphere of glittering light. Actually pretty good at keeping you safe, all things considered.

The pacifistic view that Sandy has inherited is explored a bit more in this AU, with MK coming to view it as selfish, if not outright stupid.

If an enemy needs to be fought, pacifism is pointless. It’ll only get you and your friends hurt, refusing to fight when your assistance is needed the most.

If an enemy doesn’t need to be fought, every sane person becomes a pacifist temporarily to solve the issue in a non-violent way.

And in a world like Lego Monkie Kid? When fighting is frequent and necessary?

People are absolutely going to look at explicit non-combatants in a certain way.

The real value that Sandy finds in pacifism isn’t strictly for himself- he also doesn’t want to hurt anyone else or go too far in a fight, which are both reasonable. There’s nothing inherently wrong with his refraining from violence.

The main problem is that MK just doesn’t believe that Sandy would be able to protect you if you were in actual danger. Would he run away with you in his arms? Yes. Would he stuff you somewhere safe and force you to hide? Also yes. Would he take someone on, hand-to-hand for your safety?

It’s way harder to be sure. All visits are supervised just in case of a surprise attack

You, on the other hand? You adore this man. Sandy is great for the soul, giving you a chance to drop the training drills and stretches and pick up a paintbrush and put on some music. Also, kitties? Falling asleep on his couch and waking up covered in therapy cats with a cup of tea left within reach.

He’s just so good to you, and a perfect display of what healthy familial behavior actually is.

Here’s another person MK has soured his view of- Red Son. Given that he falls square into the “instead of actually becoming a better person, I gave up on being evil” category, our hero doesn’t have much fondness for the fiery demon.

Red has settled into life on the outskirts of Megapolis, working as an engineer/mechanic. If you’ve something strange/dangerous to build or fix, he’s your man. A fair price, and he doesn’t even ask questions.

His parents, who often visit, absolutely will. DBK leering down at you as you try to explain that an enemy threw a brick through the window of your tuk-tuk and if your mentor finds out he’s going to go full demon-hunter. PIF raising one eyebrow slowly as you trudge in covered in bruises, a new set of blueprints tucked under your arm.

The evil->helpful but menacing pipeline is real.

If you doesn’t know how to drive, Red’s a good bet for a teacher… if you can handle the yelling. Hit him with an ‘Uncle Red’ and he’ll loosen up a bit.

Also, taking into account his little insulting nicknames he has, like Noodle Boy?

Give that MK treats you like his own child, and may well even outright adopt you under certain circumstances-

You are absolutely getting called ‘Noodle Baby’.

(I’m admittedly not a fan of Spicynoodles, but that dynamic would be somewhat interesting to explore here. MK giving this one villain the ‘redemption’ card, not because Red Son has earned it, but simply because… MK likes him. It would be one hell of an angle for Y/N to attack him with.)

[cutiedwaekki]

hey, friend ~ ! 💗✨

saw your request box was open and had an idea/request!

pairing: kim seungmin/han jisung

topic: chubby seungmin, obsessive jisung, body worship, canon-compliant, friends to lovers

seungmin gains some weight after having gone on break, and gets made fun of by netizens on bubble (or instagram). seungmin acts like the hate doesn't bother him, but jisung walks in on him crying alone in his room. jisung comforts him, and it results in jisung admitting his feelings for seungmin, and then worshipping his chubby body. in the end, they become boyfriends and seungmin becomes confident in his body, so much so, that he doesn't see the need to lose the excess weight because jisung is so obsessed.

p.s

please don't feel pressured, i know youre working on a bigger story! 😊 ❤️

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Seungmin x Jisung

Contain : weight gain, mention of insecurity, body worship

Hi friend ＼(^-^)／

sorry for the long wait, I promise it will be worth it (at least I hope haha) anyway I hope you like it, I had fun writing this fic for those who are not after Changbin my heart belongs to Seungmin so don't hesitate to request another story with chubby seungmin hehe

Speaking of chubby seungmin stay tuned it's just a question of temos before I publish my big fic of detective puppym 👀

enjoy ♡

( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

Stray Kids, one of the most popular groups of their generation, was known for their boundless energy, intense performances, and dedication to their fans. The group had won the hearts of millions around the world. Their fans were undoubtedly thrilled to learn that after their tour, they would get a well-deserved vacation.

Seungmin, after months of intense promotions and concerts, felt the need to take a break. He decided to go to Japan with his family to rest and recharge. He really cleared his mind, not thinking about anything, no social media, no stress, just relaxation and leisure. This is how Seungmin indulged in all the culinary delights he hadn’t been able to taste for a long time. He savored every dish, every dessert, every bite with undisguised pleasure. He always thought, "Might as well enjoy it" before having to return to his diet, and a few indulgences wouldn’t be noticeable, right?

However, when he returned to the dorm, he was met with general surprise. Seungmin wore the same loose t-shirt he had left with, but now it was too tight. His cheeks were rounder, his belly slightly prominent, and large love handles protruded from his shirt. The members were both shocked and happy to see him back. Honestly, they didn’t care if he had gained weight or not; they too had let themselves go a bit, which was a sign that the vacation had been restful for them all.

And yet, as they enjoyed their reunion, Jeongin timidly asked, "Hyung, is that the same t-shirt you wore when you left?"

Seungmin smiled awkwardly. “Yes is it” before he changes position so as to show off his stomach less

The other members surrounded him, expressing their joy at seeing him back and rested. But despite their warm welcome, Seungmin couldn’t help but feel a certain anxiety about his appearance.

( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

Upon his return, Seungmin noticed that Jisung was acting strangely around him. He seemed more nervous, his eyes often lingering on Seungmin's body. He frequently made comments about his appearance before biting his lip and quickly slipping away.

The first awkward moment happened during a dance practice. As Seungmin was stretching, Jisung stared at him before blurting out, almost without thinking, "You're ... rounder than usual, aren’t you?" Then, realizing the impact of his words, he blushed and quickly apologized. "I mean, you look healthy!" before fleeing the room.

Another time, while they were all gathered for dinner, Jisung couldn’t help but watch Seungmin eat. “Isn’t that too heavy to carry?” he said with an awkward smile as he stared openly at his stomach where a pair of moobs had recently grown and were resting heavily on his stomach . Seungmin, embarrassed, simply murmured, “What?” pretending not to understand the question, before Jisung realized the embarrassment he was causing and apologized again, quickly leaving the table.

One evening, as Seungmin was about to go to bed, Jisung passed by him and, unable to resist, brushed his belly with a strange smile. "It suits you, you know." But before Seungmin could respond, Jisung covered his mouth and quickly disappeared.

Disturbed by Jisung's behavior, Seungmin turned to Felix, another member of the group. "Felix, do you think Jisung hates me now? Because of my weight?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Felix shook his head vigorously. "Of course not, Seungmin. Jisung doesn’t hate you. You don’t need to worry."

And yet, Seungmin couldn’t stop thinking about it all night.

( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

But Seungmin’s worries were far from eased. He began to receive negative comments online, with netizens criticizing his weight.

"Seungmin has gotten fat, he should be careful."

"Where’s the slim, cute Seungmin we loved? TT"

"He doesn’t even fit in his clothes anymore!"

"Seriously, how many weight has he put on?"

"He should go back to the gym."

"He's so unserious"

Each comment was like a dagger to his heart. Seungmin tried to stay strong, pretending it didn’t affect him. However, one morning, while putting on his favorite pants, he realized with horror that they no longer fit. The pant was too tight, not closing properly. He had to opt for sweatpants which, although comfortable, reminded him that they were the only pants that still fit him.

Later, during a dinner with all the members, Chan teased Seungmin with a smile. "Hey, Seungmin, leave some for everyone else. Even Changbin didn’t eat that much," followed by general laughter, including from Changbin, who didn’t seem to take the remark badly.

Chan’s tone was light, but Seungmin immediately felt hurt. Just before, he had read more negative comments, and their manager had pinched his belly, saying he would soon need to lose all that weight. Unable to contain his emotions, Seungmin forced a smile before quietly leaving the table.

After dinner, Jisung, who had noticed Seungmin’s discomfort, found him alone in his room, his eyes red with tears. "Seungmin, what’s wrong?"

Seungmin sobbed between breaths. "Everything. Chan, horrible comments, even our manager thinks I should lose weight. I’m not myself anymore. I didn’t do anything wrong and yet everyone is against me... even you ... what's so wrong about me."

Jisung approached slowly, sitting beside Seungmin on his bed. “Seungmin, nothing’s wrong with you I promised. I’m sorry you’re going through this.” He took a deep breath. “I...the context is definitely not the best but...there’s something I need to tell you.”

Seungmin looked up, his tears slowing, curious about what Jisung would say.

"I love you, Seungmin," Jisung said in a soft but firm voice. "For a long time. And... that’s why I’ve been acting so awkward. It’s just that... every time I see you, I can’t help but notice how beautiful you are."

Seungmin was speechless. "... Really?"

Jisung nodded, his eyes shining with sincerity. "Yes. And I want you to feel good about yourself. To me, you’re perfect as you are. You’re beautiful, talented, funny, cute, and so damn hot i mean look at you , you're crying but i can't stop finding you good as hell ... but I think I’m talking too much," he said, blushing.

Yet, he moved closer, gently placing a hand on Seungmin’s belly. "Your body... it turns me on," he murmured, blushing slightly. "Your cheeks, your belly... every part of you is beautiful."

Seungmin felt a warm sensation fill his heart. "Jisung... I..." Words failed him, but the emotion in his eyes spoke for him. He leaned in slowly, their lips meeting in a tender and sincere kiss.

Jisung held him in his arms, hugging him tightly. "You’re beautiful, Seungmin. Don’t let anyone make you doubt that."

They spent the night talking, cuddling, exploring this new dynamic between them. Jisung continued to compliment every part of Seungmin’s body, his hands gliding over his curves with palpable adoration. Seungmin, soothed and comforted, let himself go, savoring every moment of this new intimacy.

He felt special, as if every time Jisung touched him, his insecurities vanished. That night, he no longer feared the negative comments or their manager. That night, he was beautiful because Jisung said so.

( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

A few days later, Seungmin read online comments, but this time they were positive.

"Seungmin looks great, he looks like a puppy now!"

"I love Seungmin’s new look, he’s even cuter!"

“Look at him smile!!”

"Jisung is so touchy with Seungmin these days, it’s adorable!"

"I think I’m going to ship Jisung and Seungmin now."

"find a man who looks at me in the same way as Jisung's looking at Seungmin

Fans were posting clips of Jisung standing behind Seungmin, wrapping his hand around his belly, displaying his affection for him without reservation. Whether in front of or off-camera, Jisung didn’t hide his obsession with Seungmin’s body. That's definitly that who helped Seungmin regain confidence in himself and his body

Seungmin teased Jisung one night. "Maybe I should try to lose some weight, what do you think?"

Jisung shook his head vigorously. "Absolutely not. I’m obsessed with your body. I’ve gotten used to your belly; don’t take away my stress ball like that." He leaned forward, kissing Seungmin’s soft belly before murmuring against his skin. "Hannie you’re so in love with me," Seungmin joked as he tenderly stroked his hair. Meanwhile, Jisung slid his hands over Seungmin’s thighs, gently caressing them. "But you love me like this Minnie, I love you as you are."

Seungmin smiled, a warm feeling spreading through his heart. He now knew he was loved and accepted, and that was enough to make him happy

They had found happiness in each other, and Seungmin had no intention of changing. Because for Jisung, he was perfect as he was.

[deeznutzzzz24]

Only You - Two

Chapter Two: The Very Best

Warnings: smut in the later chapters, profanity, mentions of abuse, descriptive violence, protagonists hate each other, Jungwon is an absolute ass, both come from filthy rich families

Pairing: Jungwon x fem!bodied reader

We eventually make it to the shore of Otemanu, where the lobby of our hotel is grander than a grand museum.

Our families do a joint check in as the luggage boys, who each look like they wrestle for a living, carry our things up to our rooms. My mother clings to my father’s arm like a child, feigning exhaustion as she fans herself off. The receptionist has to stop herself from laughing at the sight.

I’m going to like it here.

Looking across the hall, I find Jungwon’s mother gazing past the corridor in awe. Even before I turn, I know the recipient of her attention. He’s couching in the foyer, fitted with a black hoodie and a devastatingly hot ugly smile as he helps an old lady pack her brochures back into her basket. I must have been standing there for a while, because now Julie stands beside me, admiring her son from afar as my face cringes in disgust. “He can be a stupid boy sometimes, but it’s moments like these where I can remind myself just how sweet he really is.” She laughs and I have to stop myself from scoffing at her.

Jungwon is many things, and sweet isn’t one of them.

I hear Mrs Yang give a pleased hum as she goes to join the rest of our party.

I, oddly enough, decide to stay and watch him, observing from the shadows as he helps prop her cart back up. I watch him throw a subtle glance to his audience, making sure everyone’s watching as he places a small stack of cash in her palm in apology for knocking over her cart.

How fake.

At least I can understand where he gets it from.

Jungwon’s just like his father. He’s just like mine too. He’s the typical staight A’s, fancy car, flashy suit kind of guy. A sweet-talker. A businessman. He’s the man of the hour, and somehow still the last person you want to see.

In simple terms; he’s a liar by nature. But not just any liar.

He flashes a charming smile to his new flock of fans, retreating back to the lobby.

The very best.

//

The clock hits seven and my mother eyes my father from across the table, shooting him a skeptical glance as he resumes his political rambling. The Yangs don’t seem to mind though, rather indulging in his hysteria than retreating from it.

The waiters serve us the finest cuts of steak I’ve ever seen, and I find myself sighing as I realise I’ll have to eat it slow like a lady. Dinner manners were probably the most irrelevant invention ever integrated into American society.

Situated beside my cow of a mother, Jungwon radiates his charm through fine dining, politely filling her glass like a gentleman as he briefs her on his culinary education in Paris. I study them as she devours his every word, eyes gleaming as though she’s neighbouring an imperial diety.

He’s the son she always wanted.

I roll my eyes, which doesn’t seem to go unnoticed by Julie, who then sends me an apologetic smile.

I struggle to discern the motive behind her apology. What is she sorry for?

The fact that my mother probably loves her son more than me? Or that her son is a two-faced little cunt who loves wooing my parents?

Standing abruptly, Jungwon’s father, Bill, goes to make a toast, and I can’t help but catch the way Jungwon immediately stiffens in his chair.

“To the Leigh’s,” Bill smiles down at my father. “May our families be dear to each other for many years to come. And to my best friend and business partner, whose friendship I wouldn’t trade the world for.”

My father laughs, a rich, careless sound that hasn’t a worry in the world. “Thank you friend.” Bill urges everyone to continue eating, sending me a smile as he motions to my plate.

But my eyes are occupied elsewhere, too busy interrogating the small crevices of his son’s face as he gazes down at his steak in silence. Everyone else goes back to their meals, oblivious to his stoic expression as they resume engaging in discussion of money and marketing.

But they don’t know Jungwon like I do.

And there was nothing normal here. Even at school, Jungwon’s popularity derived from his inability to shut up. Jungwon is never quiet.

I look away, scolding myself for caring.

If anything, I should be thankful for the distance between us. Confines of comfort, as I call them. A safe boundary to remind me of his spiteful complexion.

//

Dinner gradually fades away, the clock hitting eight as I find my eyes begging for gentle reprieve.

“Thank you for the meal,” I say, standing from my chair. “But I think I’ll retire to my room now.” Jungwon says nothing as the rest of the table bids me goodnight. I let out a soft yawn as I turn the corner, already sensing my mothers disapproving glare burn through the back of my head as I forget to cover my mouth.

‘Some lady’ her eyes scream at me.

But I’m already halfway down the corridor, opening my door and landing face first down on my bed.

Some lady indeed.

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Authors note:

keep scrolling ho£bags…..nothing to see here 🙅🏻‍♀️

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

a pro to the manga coming out after the game

The manga team will have a lot more material to work with and to squeeze in as references or easter eggs!!

For example, the Episode of Heartslabyul manga contains an image of Riddle in his Master Chef/Culinary Crucible outfit while making his apology tart. While Riddle making an apology tart was still included in the game, Riddle’s Apprentice Chef SR didn’t actually appear in the game until February 2021 for JP and March 2022 for EN. Since the game was so far ahead of the manga, the mangaka had the liberty to stick Riddle in the already released chef clothes for the tart baking scene.

It’s like a treat for long-time fans, sort of like the small doses of gratification we get from hunting for hidden Mickeys in the card artwork 😂

[mizunoyouni]

₊˚ෆ Two Black Cats

₊˚ෆ I know Ayato is a dog person, and the popular trend is the pairing of a golden retriever personality + a black cat personality, but what about Ayato with a partner who has a black cat personality, much like him?

₊˚ෆ He's so used to others listening to his orders without a single doubt, or watching people jump whenever they become the victim of his latest scheme, but the moment he meets you, his perfect partner in mischief, he's absolutely smitten.

₊˚ෆ It's the way you two don't even need to speak, but still communicate with just quick glances at each other, that makes him smile even wider.

₊˚ෆ At a drab meeting the both of you would rather skip out on? One insulting side eye from Ayato as a certain noble walks by is enough to make you stifle a laugh from behind your paper fan. His disapproving expression lasted for only a fraction of a second, but you caught it, just as he hoped.

₊˚ෆ Or when you gently tap his arm, he knows immediately to lean in and offer you his ear. Your hushed words make his cheeks flush, but in the blink of an eye, it's quickly gone. And to the clueless outsider, they would be left questioning if they really saw him make that expression when he's known for his elegant and well put together image. He doesn't mind it though, because nobody will believe them if they try to talk about what they saw.

₊˚ෆ Ayato can be one to speak in riddles, never giving an outright answer, just for the fun of it, much to the traveler's dismay. So imagine both the traveler and Paimon's reaction when they come to you for answers, hoping that you would be kinder to them, only to receive the other half of the riddle Ayato had so graciously bestowed upon them a few hours earlier. Needless to say, they walked away that day even more confused, neither of them impressed by your combined antics.

₊˚ෆ But maybe the biggest target in this is Thoma, who usually finds himself as the victim of many of your schemes. But the two of you can't help it, you both find that flustered expression on the housekeeper's face to be too adorable after he realizes he's been cornered into choosing which of your culinary disasters was the better one. Rest in peace, his stomach.

₊˚ෆ Oh, but just imagine the impending nightmare the two of you have become for Yae Miko, of all people. At first, she thought maybe you'd be a good influence on Ayato, grounding him and keeping him on a leash, maybe even apologizing for his antics. So for her to find out that not only does she have to now deal with not one— but two Yashiro rascals, she's beyond unimpressed.

₊˚ෆ Ayato, who always seems like he's playing 3d chess at every given moment, often finds comfort in the fact that you're the only one who can keep up with his plotting and scheming. It makes him feel seen, and he absolutely adores it when you add on to his plans, smiling at the fact that you're almost always enabling his cunning side.

₊˚ෆ "What do you think of this, my love?" He asks while showing you his plans neatly scrawled on a piece of parchment. "This sounds absolutely ridiculous, Ayato," you say after a quick glance at the paper and he raises his eyebrow. "You should do it," you grin and Ayato smirks, satisfied by your answer.

୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Author's note - What's better than one black cat? Two of course. I just think Ayato would be absolutely over the moon with a partner who is much like himself in terms of wit and slyness~

[leastdatablebracket]

ROUND 2, MATCH 32

Propaganda under the cut!

The Red Prince

Propaganda

When you first meet him he sizes you up as a potential slave by checking your teeth and asking after your culinary skills. If you recruit him, his storyline is about hooking up with another lady of his race so that she can birth true dragons again. You can still romance him in spite of his prophesied babymaking. No matter what choices you make though, at the end of the game he point blank tells you that his divinely chosen baby mama is still the One For Him, but you're welcome to return with him to his home country as his sex slave. He's terrible.

Cullen Rutherford

Propaganda

stupid racist cop creep whose fans cry about how hes "changed" and "you can't judge him he was addicted to magic drugs" nah he still chose to be a racist cop and abuse his power over innocent people and i hate him. the writers making him romanceable in da:i after how blatantly horrible he was in da:o and da:2 is baffling but i guess they had to appeal to the part of their audience who watch those "mafia boyfriend" videos on tiktok or whatever

He's creepy in origins, though still 100% willing to kill the female mage pc he's crushing on, as well as all the other mages trapped in the circle with him. He's the second-in-command in an even worse circle in 2, listening to and defending the increasingly obviously insane meredith until literally the end. He's one of the people still pushing for the circle system by inquisition, and yes he's going through withdrawals and working through the traumas of previous games. And to be brutally honest his was the first romance i took and while i don't remember much from it, its not worth all the girls going absolutely nuts over knockoff terrible alistair.

He's basically a cop who thinks being born a certain way can revoke personhood and by Inquisition still thinks mages are monsters to be controlled, not people. He gets a fairy tale cutesy romance that focuses on his personal struggles with addiction while showing absolutely no regard to the atrocities he committed and still thinks were justified. He can be romanced BY A MAGE and his actions and beliefs are just glossed over. He believes mages are 'not people like you (Hawke) and me', but if the Warden was a female mage he canonically had a crush on her and would deliberately hang around her despite the fact that he was her *jailer*. If that Warden romanced Leliana, there is war table dialogue in which he pesters Leliana for news of his 'former' crush despite her repeated statement that she doesn't want to talk to him about her. All this shitty behavior and lack of introspection gets swept under the rug by the game, not even giving the PC the chance to really challenge his beliefs. Like damn even Fenris could apologize when he lashed out due to past trauma with mages, and if anyone has a reason to hate mages it's Fenris. If you want an ex Templar hottie Alistair is RIGHT THERE. Tbh I know Cullen is a popular romance and I'm not here to tell anyone what they can or can't do or like in a video game, I'm just saying I think he is deeply undateable

Spends the first two games as an antagonist, fervently devoted to the cause of subjugating mages, then a bunch of "character development" happens off screen and the games treat him like he's completely reformed. However he's actions make it clear he still sees mages as dangerous and lesser. Not to mention if you romance him with an elf he doesn't pay your culture more than lip service respect like most of the devout characters 

He was a total villain in the first two games who was violently prejudiced against mages and uses one single bad experience as an excuse for it (a bad experience that is pretty much exactly what he in his job subjected graduating apprentices to, mind you, but this is never brought up). Now he says he's changed, but his words and actions say otherwise. He still distrusts mages, sympathises with the rebel Templars trying to kill them, and he never owns up to the terrible stuff he did and helped others do in the past two games. He totally knew what Meredith was doing and says he doesn't, and he still tries to defend her intentions. And you have no option to call him out on it. If you romance him as a mage, he angsts about how he might have seen you as subhuman in the past but NOW you're one of the good ones, and when you ask him if he'll kill you if you get possessed, he dodges the question. And the PC is written as being almost sad that she's a mage? Like 'can you love me despite what I am??' Also if Leliana romanced a female mage PC in the first game who is still alive, he asks her creepy questions about their relationship. Fitting considering his original purpose was to be creepy to the female mage Warden. 

I hate him and want to cause chaos. Plus his VA is an asshole.

Cop

I think you covered almost everything but don't forget that beautiful moment in DA2 - Act 2 where you find out some templars had a petition to lobotomize all mages and Meredith, THE HARDCORE TEMPLAR LEADER, rejects it, but Cullen says they got a point. Despite the fact that we just found out that those templars were using lobotomy (or the threat of) to rape people and get away with it. And then Cullen in DA:I is whining that anything that happened it's not his fault because Meredith kept the worse away form him so he didn't know, but also that anyway Meredith had a point and did what she had to do. Meredith does not go mad until Act 3, before she was of sound mind and Culllen was her second in command BECAUSE he hated mages as much as (or even more) than her. What the FUCK did she even hide from you, Cullen. Oh, but he changed! Because the writers make A VICTIM OF THE TEMPLARS say so. And anyway he only says so BECAUSE HE READS MINDS not because Cullen did anything to show it. Also the narrative wants to sympathise with Cullen for his drug problems while Cullen is openly attacking the only other character with the same problem for...having the same problem. And he's the antagonist, so there were OTHER things Cullen could be mad about. But he is mad about the drug problem. Also I'm not an expert on writing characters with addictions but he is an addict only when it's time to have a cut scene where you pity him. Otherwise it has zero impacts on everything else.

[thesbarchives]

prologue:

in 2006-07, pat robertson stepped down as the ceo of cbn and appointed his son, gordon, to take his place. one of the first things gordon did for the network was to plan a reboot for one of their shows. this turned into the little, soon to be big, project called superbook reimagined

with the reboot, the whole premise of the plot was the same as the original. oppositely, the names for the kids (minus gizmo) were different. they were no longer called chris peeper and joy but they were now two 22nd-23rd century friends who go by the names of chris quantum and joy pepper

reimagined, of course, did bring a divide within the classic fandom since the majority hated the reboot (due to its multiple changes) while a handful of people appreciated the futuristic aspect of the series

an introduction to reimagined:

• developed in 2006, pilot aired in 2008, released in 2011 and ended in 2021

• the show is set around the 22nd-23rd century

• the series was nominated for a daytime emmy award for its main title, graphic design and opening/promotions back in 2014*

• in 2006, the working title for the series was going to be superbook 2.0, but it later changed into the official title of superbook reimagined instead

• while many can remember a giant adventure to be the 6th episode of s1, it was actually used as the first ever pilot of the series

• reimagined was created to celebrate the 25th anniversary of classic sb

• according to one of the art directors and designers for sb, reimagined was originally planned to be in 2d, but cbn scrapped the idea and wanted it to be in 3d instead

• reimagined has two official taglines: "his word's forever alive!" and "the bible is alive!"

• in 2016, cbn released a video titled superbook's gospel presentation and there were three versions of the same presentation that featured chris, joy and gizmo respectively. there were many changes to the presentation depending on which version you were viewing. for example, one part of the chris version has him saying "God made you, uniquely you, and has a very cool plan for your life" whereas joy and giz's versions cut out the "very cool" part. another thing that's different is after peter's apology, chris and joy's versions say "so, what do you think? it's not that complicated, is it?". gizmo's version completely cuts out this part and says something else. on the official sb youtube channel, you can only find chris and joy's versions but you can find giz's version on dailymotion.

(fun fact: the presentation that is normally used within official media is joy's version!)

• there are multiple references to classic in reimagined. for example, there is concept art of classic gizmo in the professor's lab, a picture of the classic trio in chris' bedroom, a toy of classic giz in the downstairs hallway of the quantums' house and reimagined joy's surname (pepper is an allusion to peeper)

• (cont.) the kids' names in some international dubs are changed to the classic versions. compared to the classic japanese ver, the japanese ver of reimagined doesn't keep the original names of chris and joy, however, they still keep the western names (supposedly, this might be due to copyright entanglements with tatsunoko productions)

• in 2018, reimagined made its japanese debut since 1981 and was well received

• during the development of reimagined, cbn released an official fan website for sb. it included videos of classic's history, games, a forum feature and etc.

• both chris and joy's surnames are a reflection of their family and their personal interests. chris' surname is quantum because his father and his late maternal grandad are/were scientists. it's also a reference to the discrete amount of energy in physics, which is also called a quantum. joy's surname is pepper because her family is associated with cooking (for example, her parents own a pizzeria, her grandma taught her how to bake at a young age and she herself has culinary expertise). it's also a reference to the vegetable/spice

• in 2023, cbn started a project to translate reimagined in sign language. this has only happened in bsl (british sign language) and the first christmas was the first episode that has been fully translated

• in 2015, cbn introduced a "curriculum" based on the series so that it could be used in schools, churches or in the home

• although you can't find this on the official english website or any other sb website, the indonesian website actually explains why the main trio is relevant to the series. for example, chris and joy were made to mirror what children (or people in general) go through in their lives (like grief, bullying, peer pressure, cheating or disobedience) and gizmo, albeit the fact that he's there to be comic relief, was also made to add historical, chronological and geographical information about the place that they've travelled to. plus, the scripts also have a rule that the kids and giz can't tamper with the history, culture or the biblical scenarios that take place

• back in 2006, cbn held an experiment with both children and fans of classic sb.* the experiment was based off past designs of chris, joy and gizmo. the results showed that most of the participants hated the concept designs of the trio (especially giz's) and cbn decided to change to the ones that we now know of (which was accepted by both participants). the experiment wasn't the only reason why they had design changes. while the pilot was in process and due to the scrapped 2d concepts, it was hard for the producers to look for suitable 3d studios that would take on the idea of animating the series and when they did find one, they had to change the concept designs (according to one of the production studios that cbn worked closely with)

• in other countries, the translated title for the series is "the book of books", which is a direct reference to the bible literally being a book of books

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*the nominations are on pages 76 and 89

*you'll find the comment where one of the producers explain the experiment

[z-mizcellaneous-z]

Katsuki coming home after an extended shift to Izuku "cooking"

"How tall do you think Bakugou is-" "Five feet eight inches and three quarters." "..."

Planking competition Lmaoooo

"Don't you 'Kacchan' me you little shit."

You by no means have to do all of these! Just lot I'd put a bunch since the brainrot is strong atm lol :P

*cracks knuckles*

my bitches, those i adore, and my non-binary whores-

WELCOME TO THE SHOW, KEEP YOUR HANDS AND FEET IN THE RIDE AT ALL TIMES, AND ENJOY.

1. Katsuki coming home after an extended shift to Izuku "cooking"

so katsuki had to pull a double shift at the agency because it was one of those days where villains wouldn't take a fucking rest. he's exhausted and tired and he wants nothin more than warm food and to soak in the bath and sleep for 14 consecutive hours straight.

as soon as katsuki opens the door all he can smell is culinary death. the air itself tasted like pure fucking charcoal. it's like someone made it into a candle and lit it up. and so, katsuki handles it in the most civilized way possible (/s):

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SMELL DEKU."

and izuku. oh precious precious izuku, he comes out of the kitchen wearing a "kiss the chef" apron, and he has the most defeated look on his face. if katsuki looks hard enough he'll be able to see tears about to fall out.

izuku then explains that he knew how tired katsuki would be after his shift, so he texted mitsuki and asked her to send him her spicy beef curry recipe so he could surprise katsuki with it.

long story short, izuku almost set a lot of things on fire. in the end, izuku gave up on the curry and opened the windows to try and air out the smell. when that didn't help that much, he grabbed all the candles in the house and lined them up on the counter and was starting to light them all up so it could cover up the smell as katsuki walked in.

katsuki then understands that izuku genuinely did his best to make something himself to give to katsuki, and how disappointed he was that the plan failed.

and so, katsuki throws a coat at izuku and tells him "get some fucking shoes on already". izuku is confused but listens, and he takes the apron off, puts his coat and shoes on, and walks out with katsuki. they go the closest supermarket, and katsuki tells izuku to get their favorite ramen cup flavors. katsuki gets a quart of mint chocolate ice cream and when they get home katsuki makes izuku put the apron back on, helps him light up the rest of the candles, then pulls up a three minute "instant ramen with egg" recipe on youtube and tells izuku to make it.

thankfully, izuku manages to make both their ramens successfully and brings them to the dining table, where katsuki's already waiting. izuku apologizes again for making a mess and for not cooking anything worthwhile. katsuki shoves a forkful of ramen into izuku's mouth and says some sappy shit along the lines of "as long as it's you, i'm happy", and izuku tears up again. before he can open his mouth, katsuki gives him a quick but deep kiss. flustered izuku tries to talk but gets interrupted by katsuki, who points down to izuku's apron and said "the apron said to kiss the chef. im just following the rules".

2. "How tall do you think Bakugou is-" "Five feet eight inches and three quarters." "..."

izuku knows SO MUCH excessively useless information and trivia about katsuki that katsuki decides that he's going to make a point so izuku can't ever complain again when katsuki jokingly calls him a stalker.

katsuki's agency sets up a "pro hero trivia night", where fans all pile into a stadium and basically play kahoot with questions about katsuki. the agency explicitly says that this event isn't for other pro heroes, since they already know katsuki well.

izuku (being izuku) decides that there's no way he's gonna let some fan show him up on their knowledge of his kacchan, so he goes undercover and sneaks into the stadium and this man is fucking KILLING IT. there's not a single question that he gets wrong and his reaction times are stupid fast.

as the questions keep coming though, they become things that there's no way for the fans to know (what hospital katsuki was born in, what he likes to set the thermostat on, super specific pet peeves, etc) and izuku is unfazed. the man is on a mission to prove that he knows kacchan best and he does.

the final question in the kahoot is "what is the exact date and time that dynamight proposed to his partner" and people go crazy because the media's never mentioned anything about dynamight being taken? and izuku is like "thats fucking ridiculous he hasn't proposed to me yet" and picks "none of the above" except that its wrong and izuku lowkey panics because he's so confused? until he looks up and finds that the stadium camera is displaying him on the screen and because izuku is horrible as disguising himself when he's alone, almost everyone recognizes him as deku immediately. before he can get swarmed by fans, katsuki flies over the crowd and grabs izuku, then brings him down to the stage that katsuki was standing in. izuku then decides that now is the perfect time to tell katsuki that he accidentally messed up the last question, and katsuki gives him the biggest smirk in the world and goes "did i?" and then he gets down on one knee and pulls out a ring and the entire stadium fucking LOSES it, and after izuku says yes, the date is saturday, september 13, and the time is 9:07, which was one of the kahoot answers.

3. Planking competition Lmaoooo

it starts off as an innocent thing, izuku mentions that he won against kirishima in a planking contest and got free boba, and so katsuki decides that this is a fucking challenge and makes a bet with izuku: four rounds, best out of four wins, and the loser has to do whatever the winner wants. izuku agrees.

and so, they start the first round.....and it ends in a tie after four and a half minutes. izuku suggests that they put a two minute limit and that if it passes that time and they're still both up, they count it as a tie. katsuki agrees. the score is 0 - 0.

they start the second round, and......another tie. 0 - 0.

third round comes and goes....another tie. 0 - 0.

the fourth round starts, and they're both going strong....until katsuki starts moving while in his planking position, until he's planking with izuku between him and the floor. izuku is flustered but not enough to lose....until katsuki starts grinding down on him with his hips.

izuku immediately drops to the floor and starts to crawl out from underneath katsuki, except katsuki decides to suddenly drop all his weight onto izuku, completely squishing him. izuku yells and curses and calls katsuki a menace, but as soon as katsuki turns izuku so that he's facing him and kisses him, izuku stops complaining.

katsuki then immediately reminds izuku that he won and tells izuku to show him the drawings of him his friends kept talking about (damn you shoto, running your mouth obliviously).

4. "Don't you 'Kacchan' me you little shit."

ah, what a wonderful day. the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and izuku is in the hospital because he was reckless. again. nothing new or surprising, but now that him and katsuki are dating, he has to deal with a very angry pomeranian when he wakes up.

katsuki is yelling and cursing and izuku knows that katsuki is worried and that this is how he's expressing his concern, but all he wants right now is kisses from his boyfriend.

so, he flashes his softest, gentlest, most loving and adoring smile, and goes, "i love you, kacchan."

katsuki's immediate reaction is to stop yelling and go, "ah. i love you too."

silence, and izuku is about to ask for a kiss-

"DON'T YOU FUCKING 'KACCHAN' ME YOU LITTLE SHIT, I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU," and katsuki proceeds to yell and lecture some more.

izuku sighs. "dang, i really thought that was gonna work."

its ok though, because at the end of the day izuku got all the kisses and cuddles his heart could desire because katsuki can't handle being mad at izuku for more than 20 minutes

[angel-is-here-too]

TS4 Fnaf legacy challenge

I’m a big fan of the sims as well as FNAF and I do love legacy challenges so I decided to make one of my own, even though it is a bit strange to have a legacy when pretty much everyone is possessed by a dead child ( but let’s ignore that fact, let’s just pretend their living live inspired by the animatronics so it isn’t THAT weird)

Also it’s roughly based on the cannon, very roughly 

It is Base game compatible though I mention somethings that can be changed by a pack, if my grammar isn't proper in this text I apologize English isn't my first language

I picked the characters I like, it’s not all of the fnaf characters( that would be impossible)

Basic rules:

1. All gens must die on the lot you first choose to live in( meaning they can move out, but need to move back before they die)

2. No cheats that would make it easier ( the only cheat I allow is if a gen calls for twins, cause that’s a bit difficult to achieve)

3. Aging can be at whatever length you like

4. After the first gen you don’t have to do the generations in order 

5. Must complete all goals 

Gen#1- The Puppet

We’re starting with the one that was the first to be killed ( at least in my head it makes sense for her to be the first)

The Puppet is a rather caring animatronic, always there for others, you never turn a friend down and make sure everyone around you is safe and sound

Traits: Music lover, family orientated, loyal ( or proper if you have Snowy Escape)

Aspiration: Friend of the world

Career: Freelance writer then quit and become a stay at home mom 

You have to have 5 good friends that you call and text everyday

You have to marry the first single sim you find

You have to apologize and be friendly to sims even if their mean to you

You have at least 4 kids( if you want to hate yourself have 6)

Master 1 music skill and have the other two above five( and master singing if you have City living)

If you have seasons go all in on Halloween, if you don’t have seasons decorate house in a spooky way as much as you can

Gen#2- Freddy Fazbear

You grew up surrounded by people and love the attention, you love being by other people and they love you too, sometimes a bit too much. You’re funny and friendly personality makes everyone smile

Traits: Goofball, glutton, perfectionist(or self absorbed if you have GF)

Aspiration: Jokestar

Career: Entertainer( comedy branch)

Have at least 7 friends go to a club with them every weekend

Pizza, order it at least every other week

Have l.10 in comedy and charisma

Engage to a sim with at least one positive trait(outgoing etc…)

Have 2 affairs after you have your first child ( if you have a male sim then affair is meant to be at the same time) while with your partner (your partner can’t find out about it)

Have children with said affairs if your sim is a male they can’t interact with the kids, if your sim is a female they have to raise the kids but not have a good relationship (You love your firstborn only)

If you have get together make a club ‘band’

Gen#3- Chica the chicken

Your parent raised you to love food, you put food over anything else though you’ll eat anything you have your limits, you love animals and would never harm them

Traits: Loves outdoors, Vegetarian and slob( you can replace loves the outdoors with animal enthusiast if you have Cottage living)

Aspiration: Master Chef

Career: Culinary ( or open a restaurant if you have the pack)

Master cooking and gourmet cooking,(or baking if you have get to work)

Don’t clean unless a sim does it automatically

Have one child only, not by love by a random ‘hook-up’, don’t talk to the baby daddy ever 

If you have any pack that has animals in it you must have at least one of each, if you don’t have a pack with animals then catch fish and put one in every room, including in front of the house

Decorate the house with animal themed items

Gen#4- Foxy the pirate 

The previous gen was obsessed with food, you on the other hand love staying fit, healthy food and exercise, also brawling with the neighbors never hurt anyone

Traits: Hot headed, active , self assured( or high achiever if you have snowy escape)

Aspiration: Bodybuilder

Career: Athlete , either branch 

Work out everyday

Max out athleticism

Have more enemies then friends

Have two kids ,prefer the one that isn’t the next gen

Do at least a half of a collection of your choice

Gen#5- Bonnie the Bunny

You were always shadowed by your sibling, they were the favorite and you weren’t you were sick of being left out so you decided to move away and live out your dream

Traits: romantic, musical lover, ambitious

Aspiration: musical genius 

Career: Entertainer, musical branch

Marry and remarry your highschool sweetheart

Have a long-term engagement before you get back to your sweetheart

‘Run away’ as a teen either to the city (if you have city living) or to an empty lot which you will give two lot challenges

Have a negative relationship with your sibling, fix it when you’re both adults

Have two children with your lover before the divorce, one during your engagement , and adopt one after you remarry

Master guitar and violin skill

Grow a flower in your bedroom

Gen#6- Golden Freddy

You grew up surrounded by so many people, such caring people, but all you want is to be left alone. Often your left confused with live being filled with so many possibilities

Traits: Loner, erratic, gloomy(or paranoid if you have strangeville)

Aspiration: Do at least half of all the creative aspiration(writing, painting….)

Career: Have 5 random careers before settling on painter

Must be the ‘middle child’ ( the third born)

Master 2 skill and have l.8 in 4 skills

Have good relationship with family, but don’t answer their calls

Don’t talk to strangers , don’t make friends, until young adulthood

don’t go outside your lot when you are a teen

Have penpals

Preferably find a partner with the outgoing or good trait

Have a single child with your partner, but close yourself off 

Die in an accident before being a senior( drowning, burning)

Gen#7- Baby

Your parent was always so closed off, never going outside, staying in… Well all you want is to be outside, clubbing, drinking, talking, making mistakes

Traits: childish, lazy, noncommittal

Aspiration: Serial romantic

Career: None

You’re a leech, only live off your friends and family

Master charisma( singing, if you have city living and dancing if you have get together)and mischief

Don’t ever get a job, don’t attend school when you’re a teen just skip it, and slack off when you are a kid

Date multiple people at once

Have a child with 3 of them, try to be in contact, but no child will live with you

(you can switch to the next generation once you are finished with this one, or they can move in once they are a teen)

Gen#8- Ballora

Truth is your mom barely spend time with you, but you strive to be better, you want to be successful and have a happy family

Traits: Loyal, family oriented, outgoing ( or high maintenance if you have Spa day)

Aspiration: Big happy family( or super parent)

Career: Business( or politics if you have city living)

Marry your bff

Have 3 kids, with a your husband

Your husband must cheat on you, but you stay in said relationship (it’s death do us apart afterall)

Make sure the house is spotless and the fridge is never empty

Master charisma(and parenting, or dancing if you have those packs)

Have excellent relationships with your kids, you bring them everywhere

 have only one friend you talk to, but don’t go to clubs, party places with them (kids aren’t allowed to go to such places so neither will you)

Die peacefully

If any traits conflict with one another please tell me

[saintcarlyon]

BG3 Cooking Headcanon

Astarion - can’t cook and doesn’t try. Party initially assumed he was a picky eater and obsessed with his weight. Party gave up including him in the rotation because he’d just throw dead animals and unwashed vegetables into the fire and then kick them out.

Boo - is incredible but since Minsc is bald he was never able to demonstrate his culinary genius.

Gale - is probably an accomplished cook but is unused to adapting his recipes for travel, scarcity, or others’ preferences. Often gets defensive and claims things are an “acquired taste.” Tends to volunteer to cook but is passed over. Tries to pair everything with a wine.

Halsin - forages nuts and berries even when it’s unnecessary. Doesn’t believe in allergies or intolerances- thinks you’ve detached from nature too much. Still hasn’t apologized to Gale.

Jaheira - is a competent cook in the field when options are slim but never upscales the quality of dishes when in the city. Secretly enjoys seeing others eat her food and the contentment they derive from it. Gets even Astarion to finish his vegetables.

Karlach - decent cook able to make vegetables and herbs taste good without a variety of spices. Is a little pleased she can steam or gently toast things with her hands but will never admit it. Enjoys plating her food for maximum visual appeal after a decade of eating hellspawn. Gets into gross combination contests with Lae’zel and Wyll.

Lae’zel - secretly has a sweet tooth but is incredibly disciplined about it. Causes the others to complain that a sauce or dressing is sweeter than they are used to. Had a rough couple of weeks because she couldn’t identify edible plants or which part to trim off. The best cook but only Shadowheart is willing to shame her into doing it more often.

Minsc - no one will let him near the sharp tools or fire.

Minthara - brilliant chef of Underdark cuisine but unable to demonstrate her prowess. Often frustrated by the subpar cooking of other party members. Likes to goad Gale into making dishes he cannot successfully execute.

Shadowheart - An amazing chef but every meal comes with heavy-handed metaphors about Shar. Becomes particularly unbearable when she converts to Selune. Becomes a foodie once she returns to Baldur’s Gate and posts reviews in the Mouth under a psuedonym. Wyll is a huge fan and writes editorial responses if he becomes Archduke.

Wyll - a competent chef who always apologizes for his meals. Keeps comparing himself to the talents he’s encountered as a noble and on the road. For once the party is overly kind and encouraging to keep trying new recipes and techniques. Because after endless walking and trudging through blood and mucus they all hate cook duty.

[time-bone-swap-au]

Some dialogue changes for some of the episodes because I realized that I need to rewrite some of the episodes to match the characters since Bai He isn’t MK she’ll react differently to certain episodes.

One episode I need to rewrite is ‘Impossible Delivery’ so right now have some dialogue changes in some Episodes.

‘Bad Weather’

Bai He nearly gets crushed under a construction box.

Tang: Bai He!

Tang activates a golden orb shield around Bai He upon instinct. Causing a hole to form on the box.

Tang: Oh my- by the love by all that is great, are you alright?!

Bai He: Y-yeah…how did you-?

Mei: Heads up!

Mei throws a firework at Bai He and it explodes.

Bai He’s eyes lighten.

Bai He: I survived that…I’M INVINCIBLE!

The two girls celebrate as Tang falls to the ground.

Pigsy: Parenting huh?

Tang: groans

‘Noodles or death’

Pigsy: This is a beautiful carrot! Couple more of guys like this baby and we’re through

Tang: Pigsy, please, I know you’re a farmer…but please…it’s a carrot

Pigsy: You got more of an attitude than your daughter.

Tang: I got papers to grade! I can’t be out here in the market shopping! I have a schedule, groceries aren’t until next week!

Pigsy: sighs you’re still that stuck up kid I used to know in high school

Pigsy: I don’t expect you to know what a fine carrot looks like, you ain’t no culinary genius, heh, like me!

‘The Skeleton Key’

Mei: Whoo-hoo! Let’s hear it for Lady Lily, hero of the city!

Mayor: As Mayor! I hear by give Lady Lily the key to our fair city!

Bai He touches the key and immediately feels familiar.

Bai He: Uhm…is this a demon artifact?

Mayor: Why of course not! It is merely a key to open any door you want to, you have my permission, because, I’M THE MAYOR!

Mei: You know I’m actually starting to think, he’s not the Mayor.

‘Macaque’ (Added/Transferred Dialouge)

Mayor claps from behind as Macaque holds his stomach in a pained position.

Mayor: Bravo, BRAVO! What a performance!

Macaque under his breath, he hasn’t met the Mayor at all: Thanks, last show actually I was just heading off so- UGH!

Mayor chokes Macaque

Mayor: Madame Bone King would like a word, Liu’Er Mihou

Mayor: Your end of the bargain has been delayed long enough…

Mayor: Oh, and they’ll be needing that…

‘Shadow Play’ (This one is one of the rewritten episodes that have a lot of changes to fit with Bai He, to the point the episode seems like a replacement episode)

Macaque doesn’t do the whole ‘steal your friends thing’ but Bai He returns to the theater anyway.

Macaque: Ah, you again, you must be my biggest fan-

Bai He: I know it’s you Macaque, your voice is not something I easily forget.

Macaque: Ah…

He removes the disguise.

Macaque: Was I that obvious?

Bai He: Having that voice and shadow powers? Yeah definitely you…

Macaque: So…what’cha think? Think I’m capable of the show biz?

Bai He: What are you running from Macaque?

Macaque:…

Bai He: When we last met…you apologized for betraying me…and it was in a gentle tone…not the same one you used with Wukong…

Bai He: I also checked a cave because it felt…familiar in a way…I saw that it was sealing a ‘Liu’Er Mihou’

Macaque:…

Bai He: That’s your name, isn’t it? Don’t lie to me and tell me it’s Wukong who sealed you there…the magic circle is different to his seals…

Macaque: heh…why don’t you run along…it’s rude to butt into someone’s business

Bai He: but-

Macaque: Listen kid, if you wanna help people, know this, some people can’t be saved no matter what you do…this is my problem, I don’t need your help to fix it.

Bai He:…

Macaque: Now run along…the play is over…

Bai He sighs as she leaves the theater, looking back at Macaque worriedly but closes the door anyway.

Mayor: What…do you think you’re doing…?

[toastys-muses]

Admin + Rules/Regulations!

Admin:

Hello there! Welcome to my blog lmao- this is my very first roleplay blog, ever, and it’s my main oc to top it all off so I’m very excited but also very nervous cause idk what I’m doing-

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I’m a genderfluid, Demi aroace, omnisexual. And I’m single as hell.

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My birthday is April 18th. My star sign is an Aries, my sun sign is a Leo, and my rising is a Sagittarius. Even tho I don’t care about all that stuff lol.

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[kanisema-blog]

Adopted by the Absom's

Chapter 5

Lunchtime found me at a quaint restaurant downtown, discussing art with the talented BleuGray, whose real name was Lara Acorn. She was a recommendation from one of my coworkers for the upcoming event, and I was excited to meet her in person.

"I must say, Lara, I am a huge fan of your work," I said, taking a sip of my iced tea. "Especially 'Gloom.' It's such a hauntingly beautiful piece."

Lara smiled, her eyes lighting up. "Thank you, Jhenny. 'Gloom' is one of my personal favorites as well. It means a lot to hear you say that."

We spent the next hour discussing her artistic vision and how her work could fit into the exhibition. Lara was passionate and insightful, and I felt inspired by our conversation.

"I think your pieces will be a fantastic addition to the event," I said as we finished our meal.

"I'm glad you think so. I look forward to working with you," Lara replied, standing up. "But I have to go now. It was lovely talking with you, Jhenny."

"Likewise, Lara. Thank you for coming."

As Lara left, I gathered my things and stepped outside, only to freeze in my tracks when I saw Aaron waiting near the entrance. The familiar ache in my chest returned, and I quickly pulled out my phone to call Thomas.

Just as I finished the call, Aaron approached me. "Jhenny, I'm sorry," he said, his voice laced with regret.

I shook my head, my emotions a turbulent storm. "I don't need your sorry, Aaron."

Thomas pulled up in the car, and I felt a wave of relief. He stepped out and opened the door for me, but before I could get in, Aaron addressed him.

"Long time no see, Mr. Thomas," Aaron said, attempting a smile.

Thomas ignored him and turned to me. "Miss Absom, Mr. Absom is at the mansion."

I nodded and got into the car, closing the door on Aaron and his apologies. As we drove away, I leaned back and let out a sigh, trying to steady my racing heart.

Thomas glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "Are you alright, Miss Abrahall?"

"I will be," I replied, though I wasn't sure if I believed it myself.

The drive to the Absom family mansion was quiet, the familiar surroundings offering a small comfort. When we arrived, the maids greeted me with their usual politeness, and I was surprised to see my stepfather, Mr. Absom, waiting for me.

"Good evening, Jhenny," he said, his stern face softening slightly. "How was your day?"

"Eventful," I replied, forcing a smile.

We sat down for dinner at the long table, the chef's culinary skills on full display. Mr. Absom talked about his work, his deep-seated animosity towards the Ackehurst family evident in his tone.

Mr. Absom began talking about his work, his voice carrying an edge that hinted at the stress and challenges he faced. "The business is doing well, despite some complications. We've had a few setbacks, but nothing we can't handle."

I nodded, trying to keep my focus on his words. "That's good to hear, Father."

He set down his fork and knife, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What isn't good to hear is the Ackehurst family. I despise that family," he said, his voice filled with venom. "Especially Aaron Ackehurst. His father is no better."

I flinched at the mention of Aaron's name but tried to focus on my stepfather's words. "My...work is going well too. We're preparing for a big event."

Mr. Absom's expression softened slightly, but the tension in his voice remained. "Good to hear," he replied, nodding approvingly. "Events like these are crucial for maintaining our reputation and connections. You understand that, don't you, Jhenny?"

"Of course," I replied, my voice steady despite the anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. "I'm dedicated to making it a success."

He took a sip of his wine, his gaze piercing. "I expect nothing less. By the way, the land next to our estate will be in your name soon. It's a significant responsibility."

"Thank you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. The weight of his expectations pressed down on me.

Mr. Absom leaned back in his chair, studying me. "You know, Jhenny, this land isn't just a gift. It's a symbol of trust and duty. You're part of this family, and with that comes certain obligations."

"I understand," I said, forcing a smile. "I'll do my best to uphold our family's reputation."

He nodded, satisfied with my response. "Good. I've always seen potential in you, Jhenny. Even when others doubted your place in this family, I knew you had the strength and intelligence to succeed."

His words, meant as encouragement, felt more like a reminder of the constant pressure I was under. "I appreciate your confidence in me."

Mr. Absom returned to his meal, and I followed suit, though my mind was elsewhere. The conversation shifted to more mundane topics, but the underlying tension remained. We discussed the upcoming charity gala, the latest business ventures, and even the weather, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Aaron and the turmoil his reappearance had caused.

As dinner came to an end, Mr. Absom looked at me with a mixture of concern and sternness. "Jhenny, you seem distracted tonight. Is everything alright?"

I hesitated, then nodded. "I'm fine. Just a lot on my mind with the event and all."

He studied me for a moment, then sighed. "I understand. But remember, you can always talk to me if something is bothering you."

"Thank you," I said, my voice soft. "I'll keep that in mind."

After dinner, I excused myself and made my way up the grand staircase, tears welling up in my eyes. The overwhelming emotions of the day finally caught up with me, and I couldn't hold back the sobs as I entered my bedroom.

I took a long bath, the warm water soothing my aching heart. After brushing my teeth and completing my skincare routine, I climbed into bed, feeling exhausted. My mind replayed the events of the day—the meeting with Lara, the encounter with Aaron, and the heavy conversation with Mr. Absom.

As sleep began to overtake me, I hoped for dreams that would provide an escape from the complexities of my waking life. For now, all I could do was brace myself for whatever tomorrow would bring.