#but Chickpea has it and he is happy now

[smalltimidbean]

SOMEONE MAKE THE BIG BOY FEEL BETTER I CANNOT STAND SEEING HIM UPSET AAAUHGHHHH

If you mean Chickpea, after this interaction with Bruno, do not worry, he was okay after! Lavender came back, finished his check-up, and then he got his favourite snack - (very large) soft-boiled eggy

[kawaiijohn]

Help a queer family of disabled nerds

Hey my name is Dante, I live in the Midwest with three of my best friends. We have four cats, one of which is my babyman whom I love very dearly.

His name is Latke Library Card Mango (LLCM). He's very orange and he's the light of my boyfriend, Kris, and I's life.

Cat pics are great right? Have a few.

A few months ago, latkes chronic bladder stones condition acted up which resulted in two emergency vet visits and a week long stay with his actual vet to get the stone removed.

It was the size of a chickpea.

Here's a photo of his post surgery when he had a nakie tummy. He was very very happy to see us.

He's since recovered, but the cost of this put us back around 1300 dollars in total. He's now on a special diet with rather pricey food to prevent this from happening but it might still act up eventually.

We've paid down some of his debt, but the interest is making it become more and more as we try to pay it down.

On top of this, our pipes backed up into our basement and refused to work suddenly a few weeks ago. We live in a house that is over a century old, and the clay pipes keep getting roots growing into them that causes them to not drain.

The roto had to come out and high pressure the roots out to clear them (which required expensive equipment), This put us back another grand.

To add to everything, our 700+ auto insurance bill is due in November, which is the worst time for this bill to need due, but both myself and Kris drive over ten miles to work during different shifts on opposite ends of town- neither of our jobs have public transit anywhere near them.

We are currently barely making ends meet-

I am a lunch lady at a public high school. I love my job. I feed kids who possibly don't even eat at home some days. I do work I am proud of.

However, I can only work around 25 hours a week without risking losing my insurance as a disabled person. My job does not have longer hour positions available, and I am too disabled to work more than this without ruining my body like I have done in the past.

I have been going without buying groceries out of fear that what little money I have in my account will be needed in an emergency. I will be out of work for a week this month, around Thanksgiving, and during Xmas break- unpaid due to me working in a school. Me being out also means no guaranteed meal every day.

Kris works in a factory. He is currently working 55+ hours a week to make what we can to pay off the bills and keep our house. He only has one and a half knees that hurt all the damn time and is barely eating either just to afford everything. His factory keeps calling for sudden shutdown weeks with little notice at the worst times, and he's the main breadwinner in the house for us.

The other two in our household, one is severely disabled and can barely work 10 hr/week (he is waiting on hearing back to receive SSI) on top of having multiple medical appointments a week to figure out what is wrong with his body and why it keeps failing. The other is a freelance artist who is working her butt off to make money while carting the previous to appointments nearly every day. She is full up on commissions at the moment, but when she opens them I'll reblog her posts.

I really didn't want to make this post. I hate asking for help. But we are drowning and there's no sign of land. None of us can afford to live on our own, nor can we move back in with our parents for various reasons.

All I'm asking for is some help. I don't care how much. Five dollars is five dollars. Five dollars is half an hour less we have to kill ourselves to make ends meet.

Even if we don't make the full amount, every dollar will help us get a bit closer to paying this stuff down so we can afford gas and regular grocery trips again instead of having to save up to go once a month like we are currently doing.

Our goal is 2000 dollars.

Yes, this is the high amount. I do not believe we will ever reach it. I can hope we can raise this much at some point.

But for now that's the dream number.

It's the number that is looming over our heads, telling us to pay up or lose our home.

It's not something we need this very moment, but just what we need in the next few months to be able to afford living without destroying our body or working three jobs/ridiculous hours.

We thank anyone who can spare a few bucks to help us, and if you can't afford it just pass this post along to someone who might be able to.

Please send as friend/family if you can, PayPal is threatening to withhold money sent as transactions now if you receive over a certain amount.

This includes sending things through my ko-fi account- so here's the preferred methods:

Progress:

388.74/2,000

Thank you for reading. I love you.

[chocolate-floof]

Fuck it, short homelander fic

Tw: canon typical violence, homelander, stalking detailed description of injuries. Allusion the child abuse and neglect (blink and you'll miss it) Sfw

Clicking send you finally finished the report for the day. Seeing the time on your phone, you had to do a double take to make sure you saw correctly. You had been here for nearly 12 hours, thanklessly working the night shift, despite also taking the mid-day shift. Working in media crisis management for the seven can be hard work especially when the member you have to deal with is the homelander. Deciding to use this time to your advantage, you walk around the darkened corporate hallways, mapping the building out internally, unaware of the prying eyes watching your every move.

"What is she still doing here?" He questioned to himself. Sometimes homelander gets bored and lonely, so he decides to watch the occasional Vought employees and how they run their "normal" lives that he definitely doesn't want, it's not stalking they should be glad their holding his attention! But their was something... Strange about you. He could never quite figure out what it was that made you feel so... Different compared to the rest. Maybe it was how much you work, often forgetting to take care of your bodily needs, maybe it's how interact with people, like your trying your best to make everyone happy. Or perhaps it has something to do with how often you flinch when people touch you. Whatever it is, for the past week he's been stuck on watching YOU. He watches you pack your things into your purse and head out. Clutching your purse closer to you as you weave and make your way down the city streets and through alleyways with seemingly no care for yourself.

He hears a scream, from a nearby alleyway he hears a woman scream in terror "I don't have it ,please!" She yells, the sharp shift in volume stinging his ears. He ignores it, trying surveil you but the panic continues. With a small irritated sigh he looks over, and lasers into the man's heart, chest now and open cavity he tries to scream and fails. He tries to put his hand were his heart once was, attempting to pant before blackened thick visceral starts spilling from his agape mouth and he falls to the ground, gurgling on his own blood. The woman looks up spotting homelander before running away without a word. "Not even a fucking thank you." He quietly says to himself before turning to follow your flowery scent. Making it to your small one bedroom apartment he watches from the roof of a near by building as you make yourself dinner. Your seemingly having a rice dish tonight, chickpea curry. The smell wafts from your open balcony door and he wants to fly closer to see if he can get more of it. He wonders if you'd ever cook for him. If you'd ever pet his head the way you pet your cat, like it's the most valuable and lovely thing you have. He wonders if you have the the same infatuation with his life as he does yours. People wanted him dead, his son seems to hate him and he's started aging abruptly. It felt like his life was falling apart, as the noise of everyday became louder, more urgent, suffocating. But when he watches you his thoughts quiet down. It MUST be because your life is so much more boring than his, because theirs no way he'd be stuck on a simple mud person he hasn't even spoken to once. No it's not because he wonders if you'd watch him too. Not because he wonders if you smile at him like that. Not because he wondered if the syrupy sound you make as you say "I love you so much" to the small mammal curled in your lap would ever be directed at him. He didn't wonder about you, no that preposterous. He just wished you'd be less oblivious, and less alluring.

[sl-newsie]

Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 2: Mrs. White

Thankfully on top of Bond’s knowledge of being a spy, I’ve also picked up on his knowledge of proper dress attire. My apartment’s closet may be small, but I’ve filled any available closet space with clothing for every kind of occasion. Tonight, I decide on an emerald green dress with a v-neck. Not short enough to be distracting, but something a nun might frown at. Paired with silver earrings and simple black flats, my appearance seems reasonable.

“Wish me luck, Cricket.” I give a wave goodbye to the gray tabby as I shut the door.

M seems to have spared no expense, because when I exit my apartment building I find a sleek black Bentley waiting for me. The driver ushers me in without a word and drives straight to the glamorous Blixen. It’s mid-evening, which has produced a decent crowd of wealthy patrons. If it weren’t for my business here I’d feel very out of place. I walk up to the host, about to question about a table-

“Ah, Mrs. White. Your husband is expecting you!” The host greets me and begins leading me down the aisle.

Husband?! Is this what Bond goes through on a daily basis? This new Quartermaster better be as nice as Eve insists, because this whole situation feels like a gag. The host shows me to a table near the back next to a window that displays a gorgeous view of the city. It’s empty, meaning that my ‘husband’ is yet to show.

“Mr. White said he was running late, but you should still order anything you like. Our special tonight is lamb and chickpea stew. Please, enjoy!”

“Many thanks to you, sir.”

I unfold the menu and discreetly begin searching the surrounding patrons for any potential threats. There are none, only a few happy drunks near the bar. I check my watch, seeing that ten minutes have passed. Is this whole thing a joke-?

“Well hello there, Mrs. White.”

My made-up name almost makes me smile. The voice that said it seems strange, almost-

I look up, and almost think the lanky man has the wrong table. His face is young enough to pass as a college bloke, almost child-like. Dark, quirky eyebrows are arched over his brown eyes, full of curiosity. Simple glasses with a black lining cover these inquiring eyes. He’s wearing a very elegant suit, though not as expensive as Bond’s. Coincidentally his tie’s color is almost identical to my dress. I’ll admit he does clean up nice for a younger fellow. If it weren’t for his disheveled brown hair I’d say he was on a first date trying to impress me.

“Hello, Mr. White. I didn’t think they’d allow anyone to have such a messy haircut. I'm even required to keep mine up.”

The geeky man seems unfazed by my comment and settles down in the chair across from me, giving the menu a good search. 

“I don’t do field work.”

My face can’t suppress a smirk. “Of course. You’re just the nerd behind the computer.”

Now I’ve got his attention because his eyes shift up to look at me, almost seeming to belittle me. “I’m the nerd behind the computer that can save your life, agent. Do you want this evening’s conversation to be effective or would you rather go down the street to the local pub to chat in a more childish manner?”

We’re left in a silent glaring battle. How does this guy have just as much spunk as Bond? I’ve not known him for five minutes and he’s already referred to me as a child. Two can play at that game.

“I don’t intend to chat with someone who’s mother still ties his shoes. Either tell me why M sent you to mock me or I am leaving.”

The man keeps a laid-back demeanor as he rises and rounds the table to lean down and whisper: “Pardon my french, love, but I’m your fucking Quartermaster and you better listen if you want to make it through your next mission alive. Do I make myself clear?”

His icy words leave me stunned, only being able to nod in response. Thankfully the waiter arrives now to save me from more arguing.

“Good evening, Mr. White. What will you be having this evening?”

“I will only have a cup of hot tea. Earl Gray, please.”

The waiter is surprised by this simple request, as am I. But he masks it well and turns to take my order.

“I’ll have a lavender lemonade martini.”

“Really, dear? I thought you might be hungry.” God this man really gets on my nerves.

“I lost my appetite,” I reply sweetly but with fiery eyes.

Once the waiter leaves looking rather frazzled, the Quartermaster gives me a skeptical look. “I see you picked up Bond’s love for alcohol.”

I shake my head and toy with the silverware. “Not in the slightest. I just really like lemonade. But if I’d ordered that you’d think I was a child compared to your choice of grown-up tea.”

He actually laughs at my small joke. “Earl Gray tea, only the best. But I wouldn’t think of you differently if you ordered lemonade.”

“Hm. So you don’t like alcohol?”

“I don’t drink on the job. Matter of fact, I don't drink at all.”

The waiter is very quick to drop our drinks off despite me trying to give him a friendly smile.

“Very mature of you. Yet it’s strange of you to only order a cup of tea in a fancy place like this. Ever been here, Quartermaster?”

The man sips his steaming mug of tea. “First, call me Q. It’s much easier. Second, no I’ve never been here. This is probably the most expensive restaurant I’ve ever set foot in.”

“So we both agree that M has exquisite taste?”

“Yes. Speaking of which, let’s get back to the task at hand.” Q pauses to take out a messenger bag he’s brought with him, then pulls out a silver necklace with a blue pendant on it. “For you, Mrs. White.”

“Thank you, dear husband,” I mock in the same cheesy tone. “If this whole dinner was to bribe me with jewelry then M obviously doesn’t know me so well.”

“Haha, we’re all laughing,” Q states dryly as his steady hands clip it around my neck. “It’s actually a disguised tracker. And this-” He pulls out a small box from his bag and opens it to reveal a pouch. “This is a sheath for one of our best non-metallic knives. Undetectable, very elegant and light weight. Which is why I named it Mrs. White in your honor.”

“Yeah, um, why the whole charade of you and me? You could’ve just said we were two old friends meeting for a chat.”

“People don’t ask questions when a married couple is involved,” Q replies lazily as he hands me the knife sheath. “It’s designed for you to wear it anywhere in order to avoid suspicion.”

I smirk. “Oh, like my bust?”

Q doesn’t even flinch. “Yes. Obviously Bond’s also schooled you in flirting, so this jewelry as you called it should suffice.”

“You’re having me model the necklace.” I raise a brow. “Would you have me try on the sheath as well?”

Q takes a deep breath. “Moving on. With the state Bond’s left the current espionage situation in, he’ll be sent to Hong Kong and you to Ireland.”

I almost choke on my drink. “You’re splitting us up? Bond and I are usually joined at the hip for missions.”

This seems to pinch something in Q. In the corner of my eye I see his eyes flick up to search my face for something.

“Figuratively or literally?”

Is this jealousy I detect? “Oh don’t flatter me. Bond never acts like that with me. He knows I put business before pleasure. So why Ireland?”

Q relaxes and takes another sip of this tea. “Closer to home. Better for us to keep an eye on you.”

My nose scrunches. “Are you saying I need a babysitter?”

“In a word, yes. You’re one of our youngest agents, which is why you’ve always been paired with someone.”

I take a good swig of spiked lemonade, then stare him square in the face. “Alright, just say it. You don’t think I’m qualified. You’re just like my last Quartermaster, who thought I belonged as a secretary. I may be young, but I am not dumb, Q. Just ask M. She knows I can go the distance.”

No matter how hard I’ve trained I never seem to control my temper. My own self-pride seems to betray me in delicate situations, and this is probably going to make Q dislike me even more.

However Q seems to take my small outburst surprisingly well. He finishes his tea and takes another deep breath. “I understand, agent. Being one who is also part of the outnumbered youth, I’m afraid our stereotyping of being under qualified only dissipates with age. But please let me finish: This time we are sending you on a solo mission under careful surveillance.”

Did- Did I hear that right? Solo mission? Bond guessed I wouldn't be eligible for those for years.

“Are you bluffing? How on Earth did I get waved for a solo mission?”

Q smiles at my giddy reaction. “I pulled a few strings. M and Eve both told me you could handle it.”

Keeping silent, I rise, move around the table, and pull in a surprised Q for a tight hug.

“Oh thank you! Thank you!” I whisper with contained excitement.

Q keeps stiff as a board, then grunts. “Um, first off, no hugging the Quartermaster.”

“Why? Are you a germaphobe?”

“I don’t do hugs.”

I partake in his request and release him, still smiling like a madman. “Ah. So how about a handshake?”

He considers this, then nods. “That’s acceptable.”

I vigorously grab his skinny hand and give it a firm shake. “I will not disappoint you!”

Q finally mirrors my smile as we begin to make our way to the cashier. “Better not, darling. I’d hate to have to attend your funeral.”

[aylaaescar]

Tysinno, please! I love him and want to know more about him!

nd I'm always happy to talk about him! :') thank you, Kris! he's my best guy <3

01. Full name:

Tysinno Maratis. if he has a middle name, idk what it is... or if people in Maj had middle names? maybe next Q&A I'll ask that one.

02. Best friend:

this one is kind of a tie between Tallys, Shery, Briony, and Mimir. :D back in his circle days, it was Red. they're still friendly now, but their relationship is a lot more awkward than it was when they were teenagers. (it'll get better, though.)

03. Sexuality:

biromantic and demisexual. I was wondering if he's demiromantic as well, but I think not, given how quickly he got a crush on Ayla.

04. Favorite color:

I'm thinking a really dark navy blue? like:

05. Relationship status:

as of right this moment in-game, he's single. he's absolutely fallen for Ayla, though, and I'm eagerly awaiting when they can become an official couple. :')

06. Ideal mate:

someone who isn't afraid of harsh truths when necessary, and is able to pull him out of his own head. someone with a good heart, and a sense of justice. someone he can talk to about travel and art and literature and know they'll be listening. :)

07. Turn-ons:

kind of N/A for most of his life, tbh, given that he's demisexual, but I guess it's worth noting that seeing Ayla in the sheer outfit she wore for the Lockwood dinner is where I realized he is demi and not ace, so... 🤣 I'm gonna say muscles definitely do things for him.

08. Favorite food:

you know, I'm not entirely sure. I think that as of right now, I'd go with the Blest equivalent of spiced chickpea stew, with coconut and turmeric. Tysinno doesn't eat a lot of meat, and enjoys things that are both hearty and have some spice.

09. Crushes:

Ayla <3 he started crushing on her pretty quickly. probably while they were still in Capra after Quiial, tbh. he had a (mutual) crush on Red back in their circle days, but it never went anywhere, and there was some brief attraction to Tallys and Chase that fizzled out in favor of friendship.

10. Favorite music:

I have no idea how I'd answer this for Blest, since idk what music styles exist, but in terms of a modern AU, he'd definitely lean towards gothic, dark rock and metal. he'd be very fond of O. Children's sound, and special mention to The Cure and Guns n Roses (obligatory shout-out, since I named his undercover name and call sign after those bands lol)

11. Biggest fear:

being responsible for the deaths of all his loved ones. oh, wait.

honestly, anything like Maj happening again. he's been avoiding groups and connections for years because he's convinced he's bad luck - it's kind of why he left the Circle without so much as a goodbye after graduation.

if you want a silly fear, I feel like clowns used to creep him out until he befriended Chandry, lol.

12. Biggest fantasy:

just kidding (or am I...). I think that his biggest "man, I wish this was my life" fantasy is being a traveling artist. going all over the continent, able to make a living off his art, seeing all the sights and exploring different cultures and having a home to come back to. also, having a cat. or several. he's not picky.

Ayla, of course, also features in his fantasies a lot more lately. :)

13. Bad habits:

he bites his nails. he knows he shouldn't, but he really can't help himself when he's stressed. it gets kind of gross, and it's the one nervous habit he's retained from childhood and hasn't been able to kick.

14. Biggest regret:

well, there is Maj. :') Tysinno also regrets leaving the Circle without a goodbye, the more the story goes along. he left because of his fears of a repeat of Maj, but as time passes, he just wishes that he hadn't been so afraid. he doesn't know what life would've been like if he hadn't left.

15. Best kept secrets:

the Words of Power and the incident at Maj are probably the biggest two he's kept, so far. Tysinno also keeps his art to himself, but I wouldn't call it his best kept secret by any means.

16. Last thought:

"Gods, if I catch those recruits ignore Shery again, I'm making them run laps around Haven itself."

17. Worst romantic experience:

technically speaking, Tysinno's never actually been in a romantic relationship prior to Ayla. but he and Red had a mutual crush on each other in the Circle back as teenagers, which was never acted on. they didn't want to ruin their friendship, for one, and Tysinno just... wasn't ready for a relationship, yet. he left the Circle because he was terrified of something happening to another group of people he cared about, and telling Red that he had feelings for him just wasn't something he was ready for then. obviously that ship has sailed by the time SHOH rolls around, but I'd say that's the worst (and only) thing so far?

that, or the mutual crush on Zori when they were kids. poor Zori.

18. Biggest insecurity:

I've mentioned already that he thinks he's bad luck for people, and it remains true. it gets better over time, but it's still very much there. he tends to second-guess his decisions, does that count as an insecurity?

more minor ones: his prominent eye bags, and how bad his nails can look if he's been chewing on them. this is why he wears goggles and brings around a pair of gloves, just in case.

19. Weapon of choice:

healer with a gun! he's no Tallys or Trouble by any means, but his aim isn't half bad. I think he favors magic more often in a fight, though.

20. Role Model:

he looked up to his mother, Hecathe, a lot when he was a kid. I think he also sees Tallys as a role model in some areas, but not enough to really qualify her as one in general?

[the-whispers-of-death]

comfort drinks/ food for your oc’s (this is a very important ask) 🎰

Stone- His comfort drink is obviously chai, because of course it is. That's his entire personality (jk). His comfort food would have to be chicken biryani and he makes it super spicy because he has an incredibly high spice tolerance (couldn't be me).

Kali- His comfort drink is lemonade, though he hates pink lemonade. It's really funny because Sarabi loves pink lemonade and Kali thinks he's weird for it. His comfort food is chicken Vindaloo, because his "aunt" (really it was just a neighbor but y'know Indian culture) would make it all the time for him (his parents are both doctors so he never saw them often, even his dentist father).

Sarabi- As previously stated, his comfort drink is pink lemonade. It just tastes so nice and it's so refreshing to him. Now look, it's very basic, but his comfort food is chicken tikka masala. Look, he doesn't have the highest spice tolerance, okay? Cut him some slack, he's half-white.

Simba- His comfort drink is coffee, he loves to drink it and it makes him feel all fuzzy inside. He's not super addicted to it though, so at least there's that. His comfort food is fried chicken. (Yes I do know that four out of my OCs have chicken dishes as their comfort foods, I really like chicken.)

Nala- He doesn't have a comfort drink because he prefers water. Basic, I know, but it's the answer he's giving me. His comfort food is jumbalaya, his mother used to make it all the time and so he now has to search for the best jumbalaya so he can be nostalgic.

Ladder- Her comfort drink is coffee and unlike Simba, she is addicted to it. The only times you see her drinking anything other than coffee is when she's drinking wine or when Stone has literally pushed a cup of chai her way so that she didn't only drink coffee that day. Her comfort food is dal and rice, because it's rather easy to make and the best comfort foods are easy to make, yeah?

Heartthrob- His comfort drink is orange juice and no I will not elaborate on it. His comfort food is chana masala, because he likes chickpeas.

Hellstorm- He likes chamomile tea, I don't know why he does, he just does. His comfort food is mac and cheese, you will only ever see him truly happy and having emotions when there's a bowl of mac and cheese in front of him. It will be devoured in seconds.

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

Celia & Cecio backstory!!!!! Silver & Gold!! the horrible siblings!!!

this covers their early lives, and until both reach the point they would be at the start of their respective pwotr runs, with less detail towards the end as the fine details are still being worked out. warnings for mentions of ill health brought on by childbirth and one line mention of sex work.

Celia was born to a unknown father and a Chelaxian mother in Westcrown, they both lived in relative poverty, with her mother doing washing work, unfortunately, between her own poverty stricken life and the cold and harsh nature of washing clothes to support her and her baby Celia, her health was bad enough before she gave birth, and she had been advised not to have another child, something she did not worry about because she was happy with her and her baby.

When Celia was five, her mother caught the eye of a visiting merchant from Andoran, who she fell in love with, quickly finding herself pregnant. He made honeyed promises of paying doctors to ensure her health, but a month before she was due to give birth, he returned to Andoran, and his wife.

When Celia was six, she and a fellow washerwoman acted as the midwives, helping her mother through a painful birth that resulted in Cecio - named after the chickpeas of a foreign dish she had craved during pregnancy. This had a major impact on their mothers health, leading to Celia having to gradually take over raising her brother and being the breadwinner, through begging, thievery, and odd jobs. 

When Celia was 12 and little Cecio was six, their mother finally succumbed to her illness, leaving them behind. Shortly after, a man appeared on their doorstep, taking Cecio to his father, leaving Celia behind, only told through a neighbor's eavesdropping on the conversation. 

Now alone, she takes more and more dangerous jobs, leading to her narrowly escaping arrest in a hellknight raid on the tavern she gets her jobs at. The voice and stature of one of the hellknights seems familiar, and when she crawls out of her cubby hole the next morning and is met in the alleyway with a kind voice coming from the hellknight, she realizes that one of the previous regulars was an undercover hellknight.

She sits on the roof of where she used to live, and talks to her neighbor, debating whether she should sell her body, like her neighbor, her life like her fellow criminals, or her soul by attempting to join the hellknights. She chooses the hellknights, and spends weeks refinding the hellknight, monitoring them, and finding out who their target is.

Eventually, she meets the hellknight again, handing over all the information she could get on the target, including some only a street kid could find. She becomes an informant for the Hellknight, eventually becoming an Armiger. 

Life as a Hellknight informant and later armiger is tough, but it has the order and coin that she needs. Eventually she finds information about an Andoran noble taking in a bastard son, one with her little Cecios silver hair and eyes. 

She slowly gathers information on him, until she finally manages to send letters to her little brother, his replies painted a harsh picture, a distant father and a resentful stepmother, an older and younger brother, respectively resistant to his presence and ignorant of the whole situation. And worse of all, his training is not funded, so while his only path to success is through the art of war, he doesn't have the coin needed to fund that path.

Soon most of Celia's earnings are dispatched on merchant ships to Andoran, with only the money for her necessities kept behind. These letters and spending of coin are disguised as an informant network, and indeed she rises quickly in importance due to her knowledge of the inner workings of the Andoran council, all taken from her brother's gossip about the people who visit the house and don’t see his presence.

Thanks to his sister's support, Cecio is able to become a squire for a paladin, and thanks to his information, Celia is able to become an armiger as well as be respected as an information gatherer. 

It seems like soon Celia will take her Hellknight test, and Cecio will be able to be the son his father respects.

[Unfortunately, Celia is sent on a mission to seek the corruption in the Mendevian crusades, and Cecio is sent along with his knight master to the very same crusades]

[icharchivist]

i finished act 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! now there's just all these events I've yet to get to from a3en... plus reading through act 3 translations if those exist... i hope they do! but the FIRST thing I'm going to do is fill out my a3! name chart, haha :) okay but before i get ahead of myself: here's my thoughts on the rest of the winter story!

the moment they mentioned the fleur award, I knew within my heart that act 3 might have the members seriously tackle winning or at least getting a nomination, and hey, look, sakuya mentioned it at the end! there's lots of little things I could feel them start to set up, which is cool. like, haruto mentions that godza has new recruits! so I assume shift is gonna pop up in act 3. and then there's the hyakka theater company which sakuya adored so much winning the fleur award at the end... I wonder if we'll get to meet them? I also saw a character on a poll tournament once that I think was an old leader of spring? and since yuzo's already someone we've met, I wonder if we'll meet all the leaders of the old troupes... we've already seen quite a few bits and pieces of them, after all! then, of course, there's the thing with misumi's grandfather's old scripts and reni, which I'm sure will come into play... hopefully we'll get to see his brother, too... guy also recognized reni, so he's probably got some kind of connections with mankai, right? what if he was a leader of the winter troupe, or something? lots of possibilities. and tsuzuru's eldest brother could also bring something interesting to the table? he got his own sprite and all, and he seems pretty interesting, so I feel it'd be a waste if this was his only appearance...

since we're on that subject, I was very glad to meet tadoru. his and itaru's conversation was just really nice, and it was cool to see him kinda watching out for tsuzuru in his awkward way. for a moment i was confused by him randomly saying hello to itaru at the bar, though. was sitting there like. ...is itaru getting hit on? tadoru also gave me sort of chikage-esque vibes because he was just that friendly, and so when he gave itaru sake and was like. hey! bribe material! i was like. ah. nice. would love to see some more elaboration on what he says, though because... “I mean, back when everything was falling apart at home, I just ran off and left Tsuzuru to deal with it all himself.” is intriguing. tadoru says that tsuzuru probably resents him... i mean, he definitely has a right to, but i don't think he like, does, if that makes sense? like... his family is his family. he might not have been happy about dealing with stuff without his eldest brother around, but I don't think it's something that would... fester, if it makes sense?

I've gotten ahead of myself again, so let's rewind chronologically... it was nice to see the improv battle spark something in guy! also it's nice every time they run into haruto because like, tasuku probably calls him "yamada" on purpose but like, half of the time that people get his name wrong, I'm pretty sure it's totally sincere, which makes it even funnier... like homare being like. "ah, hato-kun, I think it was?" with no ill-will is amazing. i didn't actually make the connection that this was tasuku's second time playing raoul until now, which is quite a fun detail.

don't have much to say about the play itself... you made a really good point about how POTO relates to guy, so I don't have much to add except that there's a comment that izumi makes about homare as richard dragging emotion out of the phantom, and I thought that was neat, because it's homare that gets guy to laugh, too, with his silly chickpeas bit. all of winter getting drunk was sooooo cute. its so dear to me that tasuku and tsumugi are just like. intelligently critiquing theatre stuff. not even arguing. like how is their drunk habit just... how they are normally, it's great. and then of course there's homare who's in tears and super sappily composing poetry. love him. and love that he manages to elicit a truly wonderful-sounding laugh from guy the same way, later! what a BEAUTIFUL cg that was!!! homare looks so pleased with himself and he's right to be that way!!

the power outage for the last performance was such a cool moment, too... like, the way that this phantom's final line dedicates his song for his friend. where it's not about being a singer or taking his revenge, anymore. it's such a good way to reflect what guy says before the final performance, that being "all of you are the reason I am able to see myself as human again.” which is what chris does for the phantom, here. you can also hear in guy's BREATH how much finishing this play affected him, which is awesome. seriously, the VAs are so talented, but also whoever's directing them or the like has a really good eye for what kinds of voice performances to add...

watched the backstages and them at karaoke was cute! so they staged it with just music, i see... the part where they method acted like they were in a musical was really funny. yuki resorting to just saying he'll make them pay him every time they break out into song... the sakyo-influence. tsuzuru and yuki would actually be a really fun combo in terms of like, events, also. they've both got this midlly pessimistic way of talking. the SR hisoka was also really good... cant believe he sleeps in a coffin! no wonder tasuku got so into treating hisoka as a vampire during nocturnality lol. anyways what a great actor he is. i love that, with the possibility that hisoka was possessed presented to tasuku, who's seen magic happen before, tasuku is like. alright. time to act my heart out. i bet it was really good practice.

there's a bit where sakuya says "citron was still with us back then..." which. very misleading turn of phrase. anyways they're going to zafra!! whoo!! i think it's so funny that guy is like "I'm a wanted criminal" as like an expression of the fact that his presence is troublesome, completely unaware of the fact that two of the people he's gonna be travelling with are like, also wanted criminals. itaru has every right to call chikage a "menace" like he does here.

another hit out of the park with izumi going "I do not see." about chikage's illegal passport for guy. the structure of this episode is really interesting, though--winter had really big developments outside of their own story (tsumugi in act 1 plus a bit of tasuku, homare in the next play, azuma in the next + a bit of tasuku there, too, and then hisoka in spring's act 2 story. because they got such rich development there, it gives the story space to really work out things between guy and citron. like, apart from azuma and tasuku visiting azuma's old home, it's not like there's a particularly big event any of the other winter members go through? while spring has masumi's whole deal and though its minor, itaru has to open up a little to having a roommate. and summer had tenma's audition and dealing with that stuff, plus kazunari's career worries, alongside kumon's whole stresses (of which muku and juza obviously were major in helping him with). everyone in autumn gets a collage, but while it's not like the characters in winter weren't major presences, it was more like they were reflecting on stuff that had already happened, rather than having new things that developed them in some way? which allows for space.

as for guy's subordinate, mika, i'm like 80% sure their name is mika because it's meant to be like, "mikan"

we already discussed my opinion of zafra as a nation so there's no need for me to really go into that, but about tangerine!! firstly the fact that tsuzuru just has to instinctually correct his japanese is so dear to me, like, he can't rid himself of the impulse... also I can't believe I said muku probably reminded citron of tangerine and guy basically echoes my exact thoughts... like muku, he's rather cute and brave! running to save citron, and then making sure the fire is taken care of... what a good person! I'm sure he'll do well... didn't end up being twist-evil after all, phew. I'm glad I was wrong about that. the end was a little underwhelming in terms of how the king wrapped it up. i'm glad he did so kindly, but I think it's a rather big upheaval that just happened and it felt like things got wrapped up quite neatly... I feel like there's probably a more complicated and interesting way it could've gone down, that also makes zafra feel more like a real place, but that's for me to obsessively plot and headcanon my way around.

the moment they mentioned the chandelier i was like Ah. chekhov's chandelier!! also there's a literal chandelier fall in the actual POTO so like... yeah, of course. I ADORED how sakuya jumped in, improv wise. not even part of the cast! and yet! perfect reaction! he should be proud of himself. (my notes at that moment are just "THATS MY KIDDDDDDD!!!!")

the part where they save citron was also so good... like firstly, half the reason the plan to lure out citron works is because he thinks that it's mankai, which is a wild, would-be-tragic coincidence had not chikage and itaru saved him... speaking of!! what a good moment. those two are both kind of the "adults" of the spring troupe, so it was neat to see them put themselves in harms way while kind of redirecting the younger members. especially tsuzuru, who's fairly responsible... it's nice to see him get treated as young, yknow? anyways. it's up to dad and grandpa to save spring troupe's mom, right... i usually object to obsessively fitting found family into roles but since spring troupe has done this to themselves i can call them as i like!

the dynamic between itaru and chikage was really nice to see... they both know each other quite well, huh? the casual way they treated things was kind of fun. especially when chikage's like. close your eyes for a sec, would you, chigasaki? and itaru very cutely after being like ah close my eyes physically or mentally to your crimes? replies with roger that.

chikage rushing back in to warn everyone about the chandelier was also really really good... i love that his voice gets low when he's frazzled!

citron and spring's proper reunion was so nice... sakuya cried! and I really liked that guy talked to citron in zafran when telling him about being able to rediscover his emotions... “I was not merely ignoring my own emotions, but yours, as well.” was a really good point he made.

also with spring being family it's really awesome that citron calls them his second family.... that's right, they are! and then sakuya states the same feeling at the end, where he says "You're all my true family." which did, I admit, bring a tear to my eye. actually i started tearing up because before that he said "I guess I always assumed that we would always be here together as a company, you know? But that's not true, is it?" and then I remembered the a3en shutdown and got emotional.

still, it's such a sweet ending! excited for more, whenever I get around to it! and I can make my chart now!! I've just got one remaining thought, which is: I wonder who did guy’s scar makeup in zafra, since azami wasn't around? (probably azuma, is my guess)

YEEHAW CONGRATULATION!!! At least finishing the EN sever's content will be welcomed. (and then you'd caught up on me bc i still haven't started anything past that ahah…. ahah… cries). But congratulation at least on being introduced to the full cast now!!

under cut!

Congratulation on seeing it coming ;D yeah it makes sense honestly, after having sorted out some of their biggest emotional problems, it's time for them to start aiming higher eheh. And yesss there's so many set up. I haven't touched act 3 yet so it's just…. so far ahead for me lmao. We will get to meet the ex leaders of each troupes in act 3 though yeah! I really hope you're right in term of how Guy could see it coming too, and how everything is set up for more content in the future, hopefully. we'll see!

DFDLKFJDFL love thinking immediately that Todoru would hit on Itaru over just looking out for Tsuzuru, this is really funny. And ahah sake of chekov if you will. As for what you bring up, yeah… I think it's complicated. On one hand, it's understandable to want to run away when everything is falling apart - your parents are the one putting you through hell and ultimately you know it's going to ruin any possibility to a future you can have, so it's self preservation and all. But when you have siblings, it's leaving them to take the blow for you while you give up on them. It's selfish, it's understandable, i can't exactly blame him, but i blame him still because in the end it's the younger ones who had to take responsibilities while they could have banded together. But everyone was just trying to survive. When you see how Tsuzuru had to sacrifice everything for his family, you know Todoru should have done so too… But therefore it's even more unfair that Todoru dumped everything on Tsuzuru's shoulders. It's complicated, it leaves things to fester. So yeah. difficult for everyone involved.

Back to the plot, it was so nice indeed for Guy! and DLKJFDLKF yeah Tasuku is really just being petty that way. Also "Yamada" is Haruto's birth last name and also a very basic name? as in like, it's like "Smith" in the US, it's something a lot of people have, it doesn't stand out much. I think Tasuku is doing a couple things here. First, he used to call Haruto by his first name without honorific, which he doesn't even do with 90% of Mankai (the only people he calls by their first name without their honorifics are Tsumugi, Citron and Guy, so childhood friend privilege and the two without last name. Azuma stands as being the only one he calls by his first name + honorific. Everyone else is on last name + honorific basis). So it implies Haruto and him were close, yet by calling him by his last name again, Tasuku puts this distance between them. but it's also a name only Tasuku really knows, most people don't know Haruto like that. It remains something that denote how close they used to be, twisting the knife in the wound if you will. Meanwhile since Haruto wants desperately to be on top, to stand out, to be a star, it's also constantly reminding him that he's just like everyone else, that he's not standing out on his own, he's just a guy. it's so incredibly petty from Tasuku in general LDKJFDLKFJLD he knows what he's doing! But yeah the rst just, clearly isn't having this many hard feelings. I do think Azuma is being petty when he messes up (bc let's not forget also that the whole fight with Tasuku happened because of Haruto too, so Azuma may be entitled to be petty) but Homare? is fully genuine. It's so much. And yeah Tasuku and Haruto promotes POTO in act 1 when Tasuku is still working at the Godza! the more time changes.

And ahah i may have got ahead of myself there then -- but yeah Izumi's point here is very good, Homare truly is the emotion maker man. ALL OF WINTER GETTING DRUNK SO CUTEEE YES. and so true Tasuku and Tsumugi are so cute like that. hyperfixation goes brrr. meanwhile Homare, always a gem. he's amazing. And the fact he really gets to Guy is just 😭 Also not to be petty about fandom stuff here but i used to see a lot of jokes a few years ago about how Guy would be fed up with Homare's bullshit and would shut him down and be mean to him because of that and it used to make me SO angry because like Guy would NEVER, Guy would laugh and encourage him, it's HISOKA you want if you want to bully Homare damnit. This made me so angry. Homare has such a positive influence on Guy and Guy may be the one person in the Troupe who fully sincerely vibe with him (and not just to be sympathetic like Azuma and Tsumugi can be). I'm so glad you felt it. AND THAT CG IS SO CUTEEEE. A troupe symbolized by how hard it is for them to be honest about their feelings and how they closed all of them in, being able to laugh so openly with one another being silly. God i love them. Homare is so good.

YESSS Izumi's "the play will go smoothly" really didn't account for that lmao. I loved that everything went so damn wrong then. It made me think about how in act 1 every troupes except Winter have this moment of "The Show Must Go On" -- something that should have stopped the performance fully but the actors adlibed around the issue and all went well. Winter didn't have this moment in act 1, when Tsumugi fucks the play up no one knows how to fix it until the play is over. It really shows how quickly the others troupes went in synch with one another VS how Winter still had to work on their bond first. but in act 2, it's the opposite? For the 3 others troupes, all the problems happen before the plays, the plays themselves go rather smoothly. But Winter gets all sort of problems during their performance and they have to adlib ways to have the show going on even though they hit a deadend. i think it's a neat way to show that NOW Winter is fully in synch with one another. And i do think Guy is the ultimate way for them to make it happen, since Guy having so many of the issues the rest of Winter had to go through, the way they support Guy shows the way they learnt to support each other during the last year. But YEAH YOU'RE SO RIGHT ABOUT GUY'S PERFORMANCE. it's just so so good and the scene is so touching and gaah ;;-;;. the VAs are just so good and the directing is really incredible. Also something i love is coming back to the early plays and see how drastically different the acting for the acting is?? like, after reading act 2, they added voicelines to Alex in Wonderland, so i went back to check the event then -- and it struck me how, while they clearly had improved and weren't hammy at all, the acting was still miles away from being as clear than in Charlatant of Oz. Playing bad acting shouldn't be so hard, but managing to play "medium acting, not bad, but there's room to improve" seems like such a talent to me. the directing must be really tight because even just by VA's strength alone you need some guidance there man.

Glad you liked the backstages! it's so cute to me ahh. YUKI IS SO FUNNY he really became so cut-throat now, thanks Sakyo. God you're right, Tsuzuru and Yuki like "the two somewhat sane people against the world". until Yuki asks Tsuzuru to write a play that has fun costumes in and then he calls him Villager C again and now all hell breaks lose. RIGHTTT I LOVE IT. Hisoka has been sleeping in a coffin since his R from Nocturnality, and Tasuku already had to confiscate it then, and Hisoka was just "…….. i need to become a vampire brb" bc of that; But he basically kept this habit ever since until his SR. And i just find it sO funny that Tasuku tried to get Hisoka to stop sleeping and help out and Hisoka chooses violence instead. He's such a little shit he's so funny to me. And Tasuku just rolling with it because "well i've been stuck in a timeloop so it might as well happen" is so so funny to me. We managed to tame Tasuku into accepting the wildest of shit. god i love them so much.

Sakuya talking about Citron like he's dead fr. BUT YEAAAH ZAFRA! AND DLKJFDKLFJ DYEAH RIGHT. Guy: i'm a criminal // Chikage and Hisoka, with their fake IDs and actual criminal records: wow sucks to be you i guess. Itaru is so right about calling Chikage a menace. Chikage is one. fully.

Izumi's "i do not see" is SO FUNNY YEAH. It's her life now.

And you're so right about the Winter's structure. I think it really helped that well, dealing with Guy's problems is already a way to sum up how far they've come. Like… when Azami was going through his issues, he wasn't really communicating them and Autumn didn't know how to get him to communicate it, so they all shared their personal lives with Azami so Azami would make his own conclusions and all. But for Guy Winter mostly just learnt directly from how they helped each other out to help him instead so it's where the progress is seen, more subdued. But yeah, unlike say, Summer where everyone had a big plot to go through, Winter doesn't have that because it's been a bit spread out. Which i think fits them well. Winter isn't the type to make a big deal out of their own things, so everyhting kinda just happens around them. Act 1 only had them do big things because supernatural intervention happened. but it really helped the actual drama of the event to set in. I think this chapter had a huge task to make Citron be as important to its chapter than Hisoka was to Spring, while also having him absent most of the chapter. As such it needed more time to breath for Guy to really reflect on his past with Citron and stuff.

ooooh good catch!

nods yeah… And RIGHT i almost mentioned "i'm sure i saw Tangerine being fully compared to Muku" in the prev ask before it hit me it probably happened after lmao, but yeah!! it really is just that Citron saw his precious little brother in Muku and immediately became overprotective. Tangerine is so good so cute!! also as a result the fact Guy keeps calling Muku "Little Prince" because he sees Tangerine in him too? so adorable to me. Tsuzuru also not being able to help himself correcting Tangerine's japanese was very precious yeah in that regard. the Citron impulse too strong. As for the Zafra political drama yeah i agree, it was a bit "gotta wrap it up" type of ending lmao. fixing it with HCs is a good plan though fully.

Chekhov's chandelier indeed….. it's indeed very POTO in that sense. but YEAH SAKUYA SAVING THE DAY. BABY. THAT4S OUR BOY!!!!! It's exactly what he wanted like. he was inspired to do theater because of the pirate play that had to improvise evacuating people during a fire drill -- being able to do just that also during a fire drill must have been really the moment for Sakuya to come full circle. (THAT'S OUR BOY INDEED YOUR NOTES ARE SO RIGHT)

And god right. I love this bit so much. Citron just missing his family so much. The actual danger of it all; Chikage taking all the danger to himself, as redemption as well. The fact Tsuzuru is being considered a kid for once (especially after hearing how his brother left him to take all sort of adults responsibilities, i think it really makes it come full circle that in that moment even Itaru, who heard about that, stepped up to have Tsuzuru leave this responsibility behind for once and let the adults do the work instead). And god Itaru. His involvement there is so much. he would never have done anything that dangerous before, but now that it's all about protecting his family who cares. And besides Chikage can murder people he'll be fine. And yeah same, i don't like projecting Found Family's title on people and all but there's a couple exception: Sakyo and Omi being Dad and Mom (as per Yuki and Taichi always insisting and the fact they both answer to their given title like that), and the weird convoluted family dynamic of Spring (because they just love to play those up so much). Like, in the end also, the reality is that those titles don't fit them that much -- but it's a private joke in between them so it's fun to indulge. Dad and grandad on their way to save mom let's go.

Itaru and Chikage's dynamic was so so fun. They're really roommates in a deep way but i love the way Itaru is just getting used to Chikage's rascal ways like that while Chikage is really just unable to get rid of Itaru so now he has no choice but to get used to it. The close your eyes scene is SO FUNNY, the "physically or mentally to your crimes" is one of my favorite line it's just so on point. Itaru is too used to this bullshit. "might as well happen" type.

oghh Chikage…….; sighs lovingly he's so good isn't he. and yea his voice. so good.

CITRON'S REUNION YESS. Sakuya who's been already always left behind by all the family members who took him in, finally making himself a found family, and legit everyone almost leaving him at some point (except Tsuzuru)…. no wonder he cried when Citron was finally back. It's probably the last straw at this point for him. God. Family. And GOD Guy's quote as he talks with Citron. Crying.

Spring being so, so determined to talk about how they're really a family just keeps making me cry. Like, they really saw themselves as each other's family… ironically in the anime, when Citron and Izumi run away from the people that were sent after Citron, Citron does add a line about how in a way, he kinda hopes the troupe could become his family…. and the Ending song for Spring, Home, is also really about "and this home maybe could become a family" and it makes me cry: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lM_rHEFJ3ME But them talking about the end of the company just makes me so unwell. A3en ending really ended up making all of that so, so hard to swallow sobs.

SO GLAD you liked the ending. Now you know everything you need to know before the events ;D and yeah, i think Azuma was the one to do the make up without Azami around. he probably knows a thing or two so it helps out ;D

there's a couple things linked to the events, else i also did the mistake to tag my dgm posts with massive spoilers with kiri dont look so it might still be a landmine...

i can delete the tag from the dgm tags so it can make it easier for you? but yeah else some events are in the way

anyway as always i'm so glad to have been able to read your thoughts <333 so glad you had fun and so glad you get to know the whole cast now. they're so sweet, always........

Take care and see you around ;D

[strixamans]

I stop by the by the nice natural foods store with a good wine section to pick up a bottle or two and run into Wyll. He’s dressed in a bespoke two-piece suit in a daring pattern/color scheme probably only he could pull off, carrying a basket full of organic produce, all like, “Ugh, Karlach wants Flamin Hot Cheetos but they don’t sell them here, looks like I’ll have to stop at 7-eleven.” Meanwhile, some lady crashes her shopping cart into the end display while staring at Wyll, sending a bunch of canned chickpeas or whatever crashing to the floor. Then some guy immediately slips on one of the cans because he’s also staring at Wyll. It’s a mess.

When I finally get to Astarion’s house, he’s wearing a cashmere turtleneck and sweatpants—but like, nice ones. His ass looks good in them.

Astarion has not left the house all day, but is really excited because he just bought some archival designer piece for a steal after hours of scouring the internet. He may wear it for a big night out ten months from now, and he will look great. I’m very happy for him—even though he’s running out of space for the fashionable clothing he compulsively buys but rarely wears. But that’s why we don’t live together.

ok look i love astarion with my whole soul and this might be an unpopular opinion but post-brain, i don’t think he’s fashionable. i think he knows how to dress well and likes wearing nice clothes but i really feel like 90% of the time when he’s at home he would just want to be comfortable. i think this man wears dad slippers and owns an ungodly amount of sweaters and comfy loungewear. furthermore i would like to put forward that the person who DOES put together a fucking Look every single day of his life is wyll fucking ravengard. in this essay i will

[fuchsea]

my sister is also my best friend and bane of my existence hahaha, i also have a younger brother who is closer to my age and like we’re close yes but also he’s a straight tech bro who loves to argue for fun, so we don’t have a TON in common and we hang out less than i do with my sister. then again my sister and i are extremely codependent so i don’t do much without her.

yesss i love that movie so much! and yes my parents got married in a snowy cabin in the mountains on new year’s eve with chinese food :’) and then waited a month and a half to have their reception on valentine’s day bc they’re Extra.

i actually love to cook a lot so i have lots of recipes, but i do love like a penne alla vodka, or maybe just a homemade tomato sauce and dollops of ricotta. the other night i made a meat sauce and penne and then layered it with italian cheese in a casserole dish and topped with cheese and breadcrumbs before baking. that turned out pretty good! i also like making tomato sauce that has blended up carrots and spinach, still totally smooth and tastes a bit sweet. i love vegetables but sometimes i want them hidden lol. my mom and i also make a very simple beet sauce that’s super good. and ofc i love making a classic fettuccini alfredo aaannnyyytime of the year.

oooo i love being cozy too!! esp when u have a fireplace aaaaa. i do love soup, my mom makes soup every sunday and it’s always a different kind. my favourite is her savoury pumpkin soup topped with crème fraîche and toasted pumpkin seeds oh my god its incredible. last sunday she just made chicken noodle which is also very good.

those holidays sound super cool! festival of the lights sounds soo beautiful omg. what types of foods do u have during them? happy belated diwali! i miss home during my fav holidays too, i’m from a little forest town in the mountains so nowhere in the world will ever feel as cozy in the winter.

anything interesting on the agenda this week? i’m hoping we’ll go to this fancy hotel that has a huge christmas tree because that also makes me feel verrryyy festive! ❄️🌸

hellooo beloved 💙 sorry for the terribly late reply!

not ur brother getting the classic middle child treatment ah 😭😭 but yeah there's nothing that can match ur relationship with ur sister and especially as an elder sister, it's even more special when they come to u for things and share their life with u. it almost makes u feel special and trusted and i love that. what's the most favourite memory u have with ur sister? 👀

ur parents are so romantic and cute oh my god i love that for them 😭 like that is such a movie romance thing for them to get married in a snowy cabin with chinese food and then having a reception on valentine's 💙

stop those recipes sound SO good ahhh now i'm craving a good bowl of pasta all over again. i do love the penne alla vodka (but i make it without the vodka 😬) and i love love love pesto too. this one time a few months ago i made a pesto pasta with cherry tomatoes and baby mozzarella and it was truly so good! i love having veggies in my pasta so best believe i will be adding all the veggies possible to it! the sauce with carrots and spinach sounds very delicious i want to try it now. my mum makes this dal (lentil soup that we have with rice) with spinach in it and it's my absolute favourite thing in the world.

i have not yet lived in a place with a fireplace but definitely yes! the best vibes ever ever. ur mom definitely makes the best soups ever those recipes all sound so so good 😭

we make loads of sweets and snacks for diwali! my favourites are : chakli (it's rice flour + gram flour + spices fried into a spiral shape) and holige (it's basically wheat flour tortilla (or have u heard about naan?) stuffed with a mixture of boiled chickpea and jaggery). my mum makes loads of other things too but these are my most favourite during diwali!

during ganesh chathurthi the most traditional sweet is called modak which is basically a dumpling with grated cocunut and sugar syrup filling. it comes both steamed and fried and i love love love it!

ooh i love forest towns! they have such a mystic and serene air to them and they get so cosy during the winters 🥺

i just had a christmas party yesterday and i won a bunch of prizes so i'm very pleased with that! this weekend i might go get some shopping done and look at the christmas decorations across the city! please do let me know if u go see the christmas tree! when do ur christmas holidays begin and are u excited to relax for a bit?

[smalltimidbean]

HOW TO EARN CHICKPEA'S TRUST SO I CAN GIVE HIM A LITTLE SMOOCH OR PERHAPS JUST TOUCH HIS HAND BEANS!?!?!? /hj /nf

-totally not the anon from yesterday

I'd say, in the context of the story, probably not possible! But that's mostly bc he is in a secret location, constantly monitored and restricted with who he interacts with - and I don't think he would appreciate someone messing with MY property~!

Huh?

But just for fun! Chickpea Trust Gaining 101!!!

Firstly, just treat him like a person! Yes he is a gigantic, doughy apex predator that could probably crush you with his pinkie, but clones were mostly made to look and act human, respect him as you would any other person

So like visit/talk with him often, respect his boundaries, give him a little gift sometimes, y'know how one assumedly normally makes friends with others!

But more specific things: Chickpea has a very strict routine, and he can get very upset if it interrupted in some way - so probably schedule visits during his enrichment time! That's when he gets to play and do fun puzzles, so you could join in too! Or help Soda wash him, he enjoys getting clean for the most part

Don't overstimulate him! So no need to shout! He's huge, but he can hear a pin drop from across the room - he can more than clearly hear you at a normal and calm speaking level! And probably don't run around or climb over him or sneak up on him - he's kinda like a truck, if you can't see the rearview mirrors (his eyes), he can't see you! He can still hear and smell you tho, but it's also kinda like being behind a horse - as in don't do that or get kicked

This also means no bellyrubs, since he is very sensitive there and hates being touched more than he needs to be - if you want to give him affection (and he lets you ofc), scratches under the chin, around the cheeks, ears and neck are the best! - Since those are spots where his muzzle and collar rubs against him and leaves him itchy

He also has a particular itchy spot in between his shoulders where a lot of his folds are - claw caps are not good for satisfying scratches - he loves to be scritched there! Just watch out for his deafening purr and getting flung off by his skin twitching (like y'know when you poke a cat and their whole body kinda ripples? It's like that but on a giant scale)

He's pretty sensitive to smells, and will be calmer with familiar scents, mostly bc most of the people he sees on a day-to-day are scented plushie clones kldfkfd - so scents he likes are lavender (Dr Lavender), chamomile (Nurse Chamomile), vanilla (Nilla), vaguely banana pudding (Nana Foster) and I guess it would be baby powder (Soda)

Ironically, the smell of pizza makes him nervous bc Bruno smells like pizza, so maybe avoid having pizza near him

Chickpea is also very food motivated, so giving him a tasty treat is a good way for him to warm up to ya! His favourite treats are soft-boiled eggs, plain/mildly flavoured yoghurts and meatsss - he's not huge on sweet stuff, but he'll eat pretty much anything

He is also very praise motivated, even if he does not show it much in his expression, so give him the occasional 'good job!' when he solves a puzzle, or a 'well done!' when he has his shots, and he'll be happy - he's not super into like y'know baby-puppy talk like 'who's a good boy? whos's a good boy? you are! yes you aree!' unless you are super close to him, so again, just respect him like a grown adult and not a baby or ouppy-dog

Andd I think that all I got right now!

[strawberrysodaslut]

Try Me - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

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summary: After getting drunk with your best friend, Eddie, you find out he’s never been kissed before. You’re happy to help him in that area (and maybe others…)

warnings: SMUT, oral (male receiving), gagging, slight d/s dynamic, praise kink, establishment of a safe word, cum eating, friends to lovers (let me know if i missed anything)

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Eddie had been your best friend since second grade. He had always been there for you, no matter what. Even when the two of you fought, he would always come over when you called him.

You would often spend a chunk of the day listening to Eddie bitch about Steve Harrington on your way to the video store. You knew he was just jealous of how Dustin adored Steve, the guy was practically a god to him.

But whenever you brought it up, he’d get completely defensive, going off about how he’s ‘not jealous, just worried that Dustin will fall victim to the disease that is popularity.’

Of course, if popularity was a disease- you don’t even know what you and Eddie were. You weren’t unpopular by any means, you were on good terms with the general school population, but you wouldn’t consider too many people your friend.

That pretty much caused your Friday nights to be spent alone with Eddie, but the two of you didn’t mind. You’d watch movies or have Eddie explain whatever plan he had for the next d&d campaign, you never really understood what was going on, but he always had you hooked on the story.

Tonight, it was your turn to pick, and you had decided on a game that has stood the test of time with sleepovers.

“No, no way I’m playing truth or dare.”

“Please! Come on, it’ll be fun!” You begged,

He shook his head, “Nope, can’t we do anything else?”

You stood your ground, “Hey, it’s my week to pick. And remember last week when you were half an hour late? You owe me a night of thruthing and daring.” You say, crossing your arms on your chest.

Eddie rolls his eyes, “Fine, truth or dares it is.”

It starts pretty tame, but the longer you play, the more fun Eddie is having. Asking more daunting questions and embarrassing dares.

It took about an hour for you to introduce alcohol into the game, and it didn’t take much longer for the two of you to be piss-drunk on Eddie’s couch, filters completely gone as you both answer questions you’d never tell each other otherwise.

“Truth,” you say, ready to answer any question he had.

He pauses, his breath hitching as he scratches his palms- he’s nervous. “Eddie? What’s the question?” You ask, trying to calm him down.

“Wh-what happened with you and Billy?” He asks.

You and Billy Hargrove had a very brief relationship a couple of months before the StarCourt Mall fire last year. You knew he didn’t like you that much, and you weren’t fond of him, but honestly, you didn’t care. You just wanted someone.

But even though you never really liked him, it hurt when you broke up. Eddie hated him, so you didn’t really talk about what happened between you two. Billy’s death made it even harder to talk about, but with Eddie, you knew you were safe to talk to him about anything.

“So… that’s what happened.”

Eddie takes a big sigh, “Wow,” He says, turning to you, “Is it bad I’m a little jealous right now?” He asked.

You laugh, “You’re jealous of a shitty, toxic relationship where the guy died in a fire?” You ask, taking a swig of your drink.

He chuckles, shaking his head, “No, no, just having a relationship in general, someone who wants to be with you like that.” He ducks his head in embarrassment.

You look at him, “Come on Ed, plenty of girls would want to be with you. You’re the perfect guy.” You say, lightly punching his shoulder.

“You say that, but look at me. I haven’t even kissed a woman yet, but please show me the line of women waiting for me.” He says, throwing his hands in the air.

His eyes went wide once he realised what he said, and you can’t lie, your own eyes matched his. You don’t know why you didn’t consider it, Eddie was older than you, he always had this “cool guy” attitude to him. Sure you’d never seen him with a girl- or guy, but you just assumed. He never told you anything otherwise- until now.

This urge hit you, one you had been fighting for years now. You weren’t sure whether it was the buzz from being drunk or the new information, but the urge changed into a demand.

He hasn’t had a first kiss? Let’s give him one he’ll never forget.

You moved closer to him, using one hand to take him and the other to cup his cheek. He leans into the touch before his mind catches up, realising what’s about to happen. His eyes go wide.

“Oh, oh, uh-“ He stutters, “You don’t have to-it's fine.” He says.

You shush him, “I want to,” You lean in, you can feel his breath on your lips. “Do you?” You ask, the question coming out like a whisper.

He nods, and before you can second guess yourself, you press a soft kiss to his lips.

The kiss is chaste, but just as you lean back, he’s pulling you back in, his left hand finding your hips while the right cups your cheek.

The kiss is quite sloppy at first, but Eddie is a fast learner. Quickly becoming one of the better kisses you’ve had.

You poke your tongue against his lips, asking for permission to enter, he obliges, giving you space to kiss him with your tongue. It doesn’t take long before he’s experimenting with his own, finding out what’s good and what isn’t.

He nips at your bottom lip, just testing the waters, you moan into the kiss, causing him to groan.

You slide into his lap, straddling him as his hands slip just under your shirt. The cool rings on your skin tickle, so you giggle, pulling out of the kiss. Moving down to kiss his neck.

You can feel the vibrations of his groans on your lips, encouraging you to continue. You quickly find his sweet spot and bite down to suck a bruise. He moans out, bucking his hips up into yours, you moan, gripping his shoulders for stability.

You finally get to look at him, his face is bright red, his lips were completely swollen, he looks completely and utterly fucked out. But he’s also smiling like he just won the lottery, which in his eyes, he just has.

The bulge underneath you quickly grows as he hardens, you roll into it, eliciting another moan from him. You lean in, kissing his neck before licking along his jaw.

“Wait-“ He says, moving you back into place. Just as you’re about to ask what’s wrong, he grips at your shirt, tugging it. He’s trying to ask you to take it off.

You smirk, you’ve never seen Eddie like this. So… needy, desperate. You decide to take advantage of it. “What d’ya want baby? What is it?” You ask, giving him the most innocent look you can.

He starts stuttering, fingers still toying with the hem of your shirt, you almost feel guilty, wanting to apologise and give him whatever he asks for. But you also like the position you’re in right now.

You grip his chin, making him look at you. “Words, baby, I need you to tell me what you want.” You say, moving to nibble on his earlobe.

To your amusement, he whines, “Please,” he

whimpers, “Please let me take it off.

You smile, about to pull your ace card. You press a chaste kiss to his lips, “Good boy,” you mutter against his lips. You’re very pleased when he reacts by bucking his hips up to yours. You smirk, “You like that?” You ask.

He nods, “Yeah, I really do.” he says, his face turning red as he buries his face in your neck to hide.

Despite enjoying teasing him, you decide to give in, tugging on your own shirt to let him pull it off you. You thank yourself for deciding to forgo a bra today. He practically tears your shirt off of you, moaning at the sight of your breasts.

“Holy shit…” He mutters, his hands hovering just under your breasts, he’s waiting for permission.

You smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “You can touch me, Ed,” You say, a chuckle clouding your words.

And just like that, he goes in. Taking your breast into his mouth, sucking, biting and licking across your nipple. You moan at the stimulation, grinding down onto him, “Fuck, so good.”

He takes this as a sign to keep going- as he should. Gripping harder on your waist as he takes your nipple in between his teeth, rolling it before licking to soothe it.

You card your hands through his hair, tugging as you moan. You’re being absolutely worked. This was supposed to be about him, you’ve gotta fix this.

You tug his hair, pulling him off of your breast. You sit up slightly, moving your hand to palm at his cock. He moans, shuddering as you light drag your nails across his neck.

You unbutton his jeans, resting your hand on the zipper as you look to him for permission. Once his brain catches up he’s nodding profusely, a begging mess for you.

As soon as you’ve undone his jeans, you’re pushing your hand into his boxers, wrapping your hand around his hard cock and slowly stroking it.

He moans, rolling his hips into your hand. “Son of a bitch.” He mutters.

When you remove your hand, he actually whines, desperate for your hand back on him, but that desperation is rewarded as you kiss along his jawline, leaning into his ear, “I wanna suck you off,” you mutter, grinding into him. He moans, rolling his hips up to match your rolls. “Is that okay?” You ask.

Before you’ve even finished the sentence, he’s profusely nodding, “Yes- yes please.” He sputters.

You roll into him once more- for good measure, before moving to go on your knees. “You’re- this is- wow…” He says, watching as you pull his jeans and boxers down.

His cock springs free, slapping his stomach. It’s a surprising length- you never really thought about how big he would be, but you didn’t think it would be that big. It’s slightly curved, with a very red tip, like it’s angry, demanding stimulation.

You decide to oblige, pressing a kiss to the red tip. Eddie immediately moans, bucking his hips. You want to tease him, but decide to be nice this time. Finding a vein in the base and following it right up to his slit, licking the precum.

He lets out a guttural moan, “Oh my god, please don’t tease me, baby, please.”

The mix of his begging and that nickname burned in your abdomen, feeling the wetness from your panties on your leg where you sit.

You decide to be kind, guiding his cock into your mouth and sinking as far down as you can. Using your hand to rub whatever parts you can’t fit.

You swallow, causing him to jerk, hitting the back of your throat. You pull off, gagging and coughing. You try to let him know it’s okay, but he’s already profusely apologising.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you- shit. Do you need something? Do I need to call an ambulance?” He says, not taking a breath in between any of his words.

As your coughing comes to a stop, you sit back up on the couch, resting your hand on his cheek. “Hey, I’m fine, was just surprised s’all, it’s no big deal.” You say, he nods, “Now, we can stop if you want, but I’d be happy to keep going.”

He looks up at you with near doe eyes, “Really? You’re sure you’re okay?”

You giggle at his nervousness, the way he cares for you making your heart swell. “I’m fine, that shit happens all the time. Some people are into it.” You say, his eyes widen. God- he really is clueless about this stuff.

He takes a second, “I don’t think- I’m into it. Is that okay? I just don’t like seeing you like that.” He whispers, brushing his hand along your hair.

You nod, pressing another kiss to his lips. “Of course it’s okay,” You pull back, still seeing some apprehension in him. Your heart aches, he’s not doing anything wrong, he shouldn’t feel guilty.

“Okay, how about this.” You start, he looks at you with peak interest, “If you’re uncomfortable, and want to stop, you say red, if you want me to slow down, say yellow, yeah?” He nods, understanding what you’re talking about.

“And if I want to slow down, I’ll tap twice,” You say, tapping twice on his thigh to show him. “And if I wanna stop, I tap continuously.” You say, tapping at a rapid pace. “Does that make you feel better?” You ask, kissing the side of his lips.

He nods again, looking so much more relaxed. “Definitely, I don’t wanna hurt you.” He says, rubbing along your back.

You giggle, “I’m glad,” You say, leaning in to kiss him, taking his cock in your hand and gently stroking it. “You want me to keep going?” You ask.

He nods before moaning, “Please, please do.” he says, rolling his hips into your hand.

You nod, sinking back down to your knees. Since he still seems nervous, it’s probably better to go a little slow. You press kisses along his length, rubbing the slit with your thumb, smearing the precum over his tip.

He gasps as you start to place kitten licks along the slit, slowly getting bigger as your mouth started to cover his head. He moans, “Fuck baby, s’good.” He says, hand reaching to pull your hair away from your face.

Eventually, you get down far enough that your nose is brushing his pubic hair. You take that as the best sign to start travelling up and down his shaft, swallowing when needed -and sometimes just to feel how he squirms.

His moans turn one continuous string of moans as you feel his cock throb in you. He reaches to feel the way his cock sits in your mouth, swearing at the sight of it.

He feels- close, so you start to increase the pace at which you bob your head. You feel him tense below your hand. “Shit- so close.” He moans.

You continue to swallow around him, encouraging him to unload in your mouth. He moans, allowing himself to fully let go, spilling his seed into your mouth. You smile as you swallow around him, making sure to catch every drop before popping off of him.

“Holy- holy shit.” He mutters, repeating various swear words as you coax him back to you.

You can tell he’s worn out, certainly too tired to learn any ways of getting you off, but that doesn’t matter. Tonight wasn’t about you, it was about him, making him feel good. And after tonight, truth or dare is his new favourite game.

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TMNT Headcanons - Allergies!

Things the boys are allergic to because I’m lactose intolerant & I still need time to do my requests yet stay active so I'm posting my drafts for the time being LMAO

Leonardo

Eggs. I don't know why, but I hc that all Leo's are allergic to eggs.

Not that it has a big impact on him, he usually eats traditional Japanese meals. However, some of them do include eggs, so he uses the plant based egg alternative as a placeholder.

Since 2012 Mikey cooks for everyone, he's conscious of the ingredients he puts into the food. If a recipe is egg dominant, like a cake or pasta, he makes a special desert/meal for his big brother. He might make a flourless/egg-less cake, and use chickpea pasta instead of the regular.

Bayverse Leo just omits everything with eggs. For breakfast, he usually reaches for toast anyway.

2012 Leonardo eats a struggle meal at breakfast. Since they're limited to breakfast foods, he usually eats cereal.

P.S: He really likes Special K vanilla and almond cereal. <3

Rise!Leo is the first to actually try and eat it to see how bad his reaction would be. Spoiler: he has to bench in the bed for a week. Yeah, it's that bad. Mix that in with a rash and he's never trying that again.

2007 Leo is more plant-based anyway, since he lived a year in the jungle. So, he's used to not eating anything but fruits or nuts.

Raphael

This boy is sensitive to milk. It may be because I wanna pass the lactose intolerant torch down to one of the turtles, but I seriously think Raphael does not like dairy milk anyway.

Bayverse & 2007 Raph are seriously into their physique. They have a good balance of meats and veggies, but can’t have dairy milk.

He likes Almond milk.

Not only is almond milk a great alternative for non-dairy drinkers, but you get much more calcium that way!

I also headcanon that although the guys eat pizza all the time like in the shows, Raph is the one who doesn't eat it as much. He's way too into his body to mess up his progress. He eats it in moderation. Plus, cheese is a dairy product, but it doesn't mess him up like dairy milk does.

Rise!Raph is massive, so I imagine a tiny little ounce of cow's milk messing him up to be very fitting.

2012 Raph tries to thug out his milk intolerance, but it never goes well. Long story short, after many days of feeling lethargic and throwing up, he knows better.

Donatello

SHELLFISH YALL

turtle shell puns aside

Donatello is allergic to shell fish and I feel so bad because I LOVE me some crab.

I just know Raph clowns him for it to and they bicker over which allergy is worse.

R: Don try this Cali roll, oh wait, ya cant!

D: Wow this milkshake is great! have a try raph! oh wait...whoops! I'll just give it to Mikey.

Always always always!

Do not invite him to your takeout sushi shindig, he will not be able to eat anything.

Leo is the one who usually eats fish, so whenever Mikey makes his special plate, Donnie audibly gags. It's not just the fact that he's allergic, it's the smell.

2012 Donnie really hates fighting FishFace because of the smell

it makes him wanna throw up.

So a lot of the times he just wants to get in and get out when a mission involves fighting Xever.

2007 and Bayverse donnie live off of small snacks, so they don't ever have to think about their food containing fish

Rise!Donnie makes this joke everytime he eats goldfish crackers

"Guys look, I'm eating fish," *wiggles eyebrows*

everyone else: :|

Michelangelo

GLUTEN

Now here ya'll go in the comments

bUt MeLanChOLY, MiKeY'S AlWAys EaTinG PiZZa!!!

OKAY!?!!?!?!

Gluten free pizza ;)

No i swear it. He has some sort of intolerance. You know how sometimes you may eat a certain food so much that after a while your body just rejects it?

It's not pizza his body's rejecting though, it's gluten.

So now, he's in a frenzy, when Donnie told him, he gave him a sad puppy-eyed look & said

"So...I can't....have...pizza anymore? For forever??"

He's happy when Donnie says he still can.

They have to order gluten--free pizza now. But rejoice! Times are changing, diet culture is changing, the world is changing! Gluten free options are pretty much everywhere! Woohoo!

I feel like Rise!Mikey is PISSED he can't eat bagels. I feel like he would love a mean everything bagel with cream cheese.

But, do not fear, there are gluten free breads available!

2012 Mikey just gets gluten-free everything now. It's mainly the gluten from bread, but just for fun, he'll get gluten free snacks

2007 & Bayverse Mikey go on strike and try to not eat anymore pizza to see if it'll "reset his body,"

Raph bursts his bubble and let's him now that's not how allergies or intolerances work

"Take it from someone who ain't had milk in years, mikey."

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I think that sometimes Ian is so blown away by how affectionate and loving Mickey is. Mickey will walk up to Ian while he's cooking, wrap his arms around Ian's waist and bury his head in between Ian's shoulder blades. He will find Ian's foot under the dinner table and play footsie with him even if it's just the two of them eating at home. He is always touching Ian while they sleep. Just a hand on his bicep or his stomach if it's hot or completely pressed against him if it's cold. Mickey will just smile at Ian while they're watching a movie and lean over and kiss him without saying anything. Or tell Ian that he loves him in the middle of the grocery store in between debating over whether to get the chickpea pasta Ian likes but Mickey thinks tastes like cardboard.

And at first, especially after that got married and Mickey got so much more comfortable with casual affection, it kind of freaked Ian out. Not because he didn't like it, he fucking loves it, but because he's worried he pushed Mickey to be like this. When he thinks back on teenage Mickey he can't quite wrap his head around this new version. He knows he's pushed Mickey to change in so many ways and he wonders if this is another one of them.

But, the longer their married and the closer they get, Ian realized this is always who Mickey has been. He's a lover. He's a caretaker. He's passionate and loud and shows his love in so many ways. But he couldn't be that person before. He had Terry or was in prison and couldn't give or receive soft touches and loving words. But now, finally, he's safe. He's married. He can finally let himself have these things and be this person and it makes Ian so happy. Because he's always seen flashes of this Mickey, even when they were kids, but now they get to love and touch and laugh everyday.

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SR Jamil Viper Apprentice Chef Personal Story: Part 2

"Master Chef"

(Part 1) Part 2

[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]

Master Chef - Jamil Version ～Let's Make Horse Mackerel Fritters 2～

Azul: Oya, if it isn't Jamil-san!

Jamil: Ugh, Azul… Of all people, you're my judge.

Azul: I have often heard tales of your cooking skills, Jamil-san. I look forward to finally being able to try it.

Jamil: You're too talkative, as usual. Just hurry with the judging and leave already.

Jamil: …Ahem. This here is a platter of horse mackerel fritters.

Azul: Oh, my… how gorgeous. I'm quite fascinated by the various colorful sauces.

Jamil: I drew inspiration from palatine cuisine. Wouldn't it be boring to just have brown sauce?

Azul: I would expect nothing less from you, Jamil-san. What a wonderful decision. Now, allow me to taste it before it cools.

[bite, chew, chew] …

Azul: The composition of the batter and the temperature at which you fried it is superb. The texture is light! The flavor has completely soaked into the fluffy body of the fish…!

Azul: And finally, these various dipping sauces.

Azul: It would be no exaggeration to call this the king of all dishes!

Jamil: The way you speak is the real exaggeration. Although, I suppose it's not incorrect to say that I did put my all into this dish.

Chef Ghost A: Jamil-kun did say that he wanted to be more particular with how it was presented. It really was worth my time to teach him!

Azul: It is a wonder that you were able to think up so many colorful sauces.

Jamil: If I were to describe each one…

Jamil: Red is tomato, green is avocado, and white is mascarpone. And the yellowish sauce is chickpea hummus.

Jamil: The blue sauce was difficult to produce and I really struggled with it. But don't you think that the acidity of blueberry somehow goes well with the horse mackerel?

Azul: Indeed, that was quite new for me as well. It is a dish that completely throws common sense out of the window. The way I view fritters will never again be the same.

Jamil: The more you heap on the praise like that, the more it stinks of lies… Well, I suppose this time I'll accept it at face value.

Chef Ghost A: Myyy, at one point I was quite worried because he was acting strange, but… all ends that ends well!

Azul: …Acting strange? May I ask you to elaborate on that, Chef?

Azul: I cannot imagine that the usually calm Jamil-san would ever show that different a side of himself, to the point where you were worried for him…

Azul: As his classmate, I cannot help but be worried for him. Was there some kind of "specific reason" for it?

Chef Ghost A: I don't know all the details, I only witnessed Jamil-kun laughing to himself while he was sharpening his knife.

Azul: While he was sharpening his knife!? Jamil-san, what in the world happened?

Jamil: …I suppose it isn't anything I need to keep concealed.

Jamil: I will never forget it. It was during a training camp for the basketball club―

FLASHBACK

―Several months ago, at the basketball training camp.

Everyone: THANKS FOR THE FOOD!!!

Ace: Whew～! The meal we get to eat right after a hard practice is the best! Jamil-senpai, everything you cook is delicious!!

Basketball Club Student A: Whenever I get to eat your cooking, it makes me happy that I joined the basketball club.

Basketball Club Student B: Same! I'm so jealous of the Scarabia students who get to eat this cooking all the time.

Jamil: You know… It's not like I am your cook or anything.

Floyd: Umihebi-kun, sure, your food is great and all, but it always looks kinda boring～

Jamil: …!!

Ace: Ah, when you put it that way, most of his dishes are pretty brown, yeah.

Jamil: (Boring… Brown…)

Ace: If there was a bit more red, yellow or other bright colors, the spread of dishes might look more appealing.

Jamil: (Brown… Boring… Brown… Boring…)

Floyd: When it comes to cooking, how it looks is also super important. Sometimes, even if you're not hungry, you can build an appetite if you see something that looks good, y'know.

Everyone: So true～ Ahahahahaha!

Jamil: (Brown… Boring… Brown… Boring… Brown… Boring...)

Jamil: …Is what happened. I couldn't believe that everyone was that dissatisfied with my cooking.

Jamil: My sister would always tell me that I make too many brown dishes, but to think that my clubmates all had the same feeling…

Azul: Fascinating. So this dish can be seen as your attempt to show them what you really can do.

Azul: What a dedicated effort you put into this! Once everyone in the basketball club tries these fritters, there's no doubt that they will change their perception of your cooking.

Jamil: I'm glad to hear that. It looks like with this dish I may not have to deal with those guys' complaints anymore.

Azul: Fufu… The basketball club sure is lucky to be able to see Jamil-san's "true abilities."

Jamil: …You don't ever stop talking, do you? Seriously, you're always just so entertained by other people's troubles.

Azul: No, no, I am simply envious of the basketball club, from the bottom of my heart. That being said, I have a proposal for you…

Azul: How would you like to work at the Mostro Lounge? I would love to have you manning our kitchens, Jamil-san.

Jamil: I absolutely, definitely refuse!!

(Part 1) Part 2

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Chickpea.

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Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lots of cuteness! Fluff.

Summary: You find an abandoned baby raven outside the doors of Erebor and decide to take the little ball of fluff in and care for him. However, you never leave the bundle out of your sight and even take him in to council meetings, much to Thorin's irritation.

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"What on earth is that?" Thorin asked as he entered your bed chamber and heard faint chirps coming from somewhere in the room. He could only see your back and you were hunched over, paying attention to something in your hands.

"Oh, Thorin, I found him outside the gate. Poor little thing. He was shivering and needs something to eat. I've managed to get some mashed food from the kitchen and he's feeding so well...." your voice trailed off as you held the little black ball of fluff in your hands and watched him gobble the mashed meat. He stretched upwards, grabbing the meat from between your pinched fingers and then snapped his beak back and forth, forcing it down his throat to his crop.

Thorin stepped towards you and looked down, puzzled as to how the little bundle had fallen from his nest. Roac's clan were always so careful with their young. Maybe this little mite was from another clan of ravens.

"We have to search for his clan. We cannot keep him here," Thorin said.

"Only a couple of days. I want to make sure he's well fed before we go and search for his family. Please, Thorin. He was so cold, and I began to prepare for the worst this afternoon. Now that he has warmed through and has some food in him, maybe he has a fighting chance."

Thorin chuckled. "He certainly has a good appetite."

***

Baby Chickpea, as you had fondly called him, remained by your side day and night. Night feeds rendered you completely exhausted by morning. The noisy little ball chirped until the midnight hour, keeping Thorin awake, much to his absolute distain. Then Chickpea would only sleep one or two hours before he began hopping about in his wooden box, tapping at the side to get your attention.

You arrived in council three days after first rescuing Chickpea. All of Thorin's advisers sat down by order of the King, and then their attention turned to chirping. "Please....no...." Thorin growled, looking beside him as you sat down and placed the temporary home for Chickpea next to your seat.

"I cannot leave him," you whispered harshly, aware that numerous pairs of eyes were on you.

Council continued on and no one made any comment regarding the bird's whistles and chirps, despite puzzled looks and smirks coming from all of those gathered around the table before you.

***

On the morning of the fourth day, you got up early. You rubbed your tired and aching eyes. Then you focused on Chickpea. His bright gaze was searching for you and as soon as he saw you, high above him, he began whistling. It was a high pitch, happy whistle that he always made when he saw you.

"Morning, darling," you said, reaching in to the box to brush your finger down the chick's back. Chickpea hobbled back and forth, trying to get to your hand, so you cupped it and scooped him up. The raven chick nestled against your chest and closed his eyes, and you began to sing to him.

Thorin was lying with his back to you and couldn't help but smile to himself. You had thoroughly fallen in love with the bird, and he was growing ever more saddened by the thought of broaching the subject of releasing him back to his family.

Maybe another couple of days.