#carrie grr

[seduccionarte]

Carrie Grr en bici

[lunarharp]

forgot i had some old backlog or whatever..

[abyssalpriest]

Actually, have this comment on the godhood document

From Lev, original post:

What you need to know is this: The common denominator in magic, incarnation, and godhood is all about types of body creation in order to influence the part of reality you want to influence, creating a body of that type (or nearest to it as you can) to play with it. Magic - or the Priest's understanding of what is classed under that word - is very relevant and begins to explain what a god does and is, which is basically a constantly sustained and expansive set of spells or what is tapped into when doing spells that reaches out into reality.

(...) to consciously go and interact with something distant to you whether physically distant or conceptually, you need to take up a form that interacts more strongly with your intended target.(C1)

Comment from today:

D: Question. This kinda implies moving outwards right, bodies to bodies to bodies as you implied in the whole magic being about finer and finer bodies until dissipation. What's stopping incarnation of... we'll say sort of stitching yourself from one part of manifested existence/Reality to another - what's the efficiency of creating body chains rather than creating just two bodies?

L: You need to look at why consciousness incarnates in the first place. Take your plane for existence. Physical bodies require constant sustenance to move, right? Yet it's so much more efficient and costs less energy to navigate, change, manipulate, so on this plane than trying to do so from "behind the veil" so-to-speak.

You have to understand that Matter is a state of the world's being, Matter affects Matter more strongly than Consciousness does, and vice versa. Think of it sort of like... loading a game and keeping files loaded rather than trying to load and put back data every single millisecond of a simulated game. Matter is memory, is Consciousness solidified, it sort of references and is the references for all the things Consciousness is the on-the-fly equivalent of, it lowers the processing power of God needed to sustain and change reality. If you wanted to alter a document, would you type it out from scratch every time? Or would you simply save a copy - even many copies - of the document and alter that instead?

Having many copies of the same thing seems like it wastes more processing power than typing it from scratch each time, but really, no. It is far easier to incarnate into a physical body than to, at each and every moment, be pushing things "through the veil" to kick a ball down the street. An immense amount of energy would be used... But take advantage of the saving and memory and data collections in the world? Efficiency, wouldn't you say?

[star-ocean-peahen]

hi 😅

[firespirited]

i can’t use my arms today. delayed pain is deeply unfair. how am i supposed to keep track of time and amount of gestures? grumble bodies groan meat sack grumble horse-ass shoulders gripe.

[eggson-bren]

no beating the petty allegations

[vonlipvig]

It appear you have reach the players fear, on Kingdom of Rizia no financial income i advise you thread cautiously on spending authority, budget and energy stars above. Who knows what could happened in the future.

where is my autistic king symon holl and his merry band of capitalists when i need them PLEASE I NEED HELP.

ok, council, we've got no money coming in, but i know how we're gonna get our income back. it's time to put on the best talent show this kingdom has ever seen! [GETS GUILLOTINED]

[harunayuuka2060]

Diavolo: Do you think MC is attractive?

Lucifer: That attendant? No. They're a menace.

MC: *walks in, carrying Cerberus*

MC: Why... Why do you have to stop walking in the middle of a busy road?

Cerberus: Grr... Ruff!

Lucifer: ...

Diavolo: ...

Diavolo: *touches his chest* Whoa! Your heart's beating fast, Lucifer!

Lucifer: *swats his hand* It's not!

MC and Cerberus: *looking at them confused*

[0omillo0]

Yknow how skz is always carrying each other? Remember that one clip where they were all carrying I.N.? Can I request a I.N. x fem! 9th member reader? Where I.N. is like grr im strong too and snatches up reader and starts running away while the other members chase him to "save" the reader from the "evil" Jeongin?

JEONGIN X READER

thank you so much i had so much fun writing this!!

It had been a long day of rehearsals, and you were backstage with Stray Kids, trying to unwind. The atmosphere was lively as everyone chatted, stretched, and joked around. You were seated comfortably on a couch, sandwiched between Chan and Felix, who were scrolling through their phones and sharing memes. The rest of the members were scattered around, lounging or grabbing snacks from the refreshment table.

Jeongin, or I.N as the fans called him, had been unusually quiet. He sat across from you, his gaze flickering between the members with a mischievous glint in his eye. You raised an eyebrow, sensing something was up, but before you could ask, he suddenly stood up and cleared his throat.

“Y/N, I have something to prove,” he announced, crossing his arms and looking down at you with a playful smirk.

You tilted your head, a grin creeping onto your face. “Oh? And what might that be?”

Jeongin straightened up, flexing his arms. “Everyone always says I’m the baby of the group, the one who needs to be taken care of. But I’m strong, too!” His tone was filled with mock bravado, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

Changbin, who was sitting nearby, snorted and exchanged a knowing look with Hyunjin. “Yeah, sure you are, Jeongin,” Changbin teased, crossing his arms. “You can barely open a jar of pickles without help.”

The room burst into laughter, and Jeongin’s face turned slightly red. “Hey, I’m stronger than I look!” he defended, looking at you with a determined glint in his eye.

Before you knew it, Jeongin had taken a step forward and, in one swift motion, scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder. A gasp escaped your lips as you found yourself dangling upside down, clutching onto him to avoid slipping.

“Jeongin! What are you doing?” you managed to exclaim, though you couldn’t help but laugh. The room erupted into chaos as the other members stood up, feigning shock and outrage.

“Oh no, he’s taken her!” Felix cried, his eyes wide with exaggerated horror.

Chan sprang into action, pointing dramatically at Jeongin. “Put her down, you evil villain!” he shouted, barely holding back a grin.

But Jeongin was already on the move, bolting towards the door. “Sorry, guys, but Y/N’s coming with me!” he called over his shoulder, laughing as he sprinted into the hallway with you still hanging over his shoulder.

The other members didn’t waste a second before springing into action. They shot each other a quick glance, a silent agreement passing between them, and then they took off after Jeongin, their footsteps echoing through the hallway.

“Jeongin, you get back here!” Seungmin shouted, his voice filled with mock urgency. He was trailing close behind, with Han and Hyunjin on his heels. You could hear Chan and Felix not far behind, the whole group chasing after Jeongin like a pack of determined rescue heroes.

As Jeongin ran, you couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. You were still slung over his shoulder, bouncing with each step he took. He rounded a corner, darting into a narrow hallway that led to the dressing rooms, clearly trying to outsmart the others by taking the least obvious route.

“Are you having fun yet?” Jeongin asked, his voice breathless but filled with excitement.

You laughed, reaching up to lightly smack his back. “You’re so gonna pay for this, Jeongin,” you teased, though you were grinning ear to ear.

“I’ll take my chances,” he replied, picking up his pace as he heard the others gaining on him.

Hyunjin was the first to appear around the corner, his eyes locking onto you and Jeongin. “I see them!” he called back to the rest of the group, pointing dramatically as if he were a soldier in a high-stakes mission.

Jeongin took off again, heading for the exit that led to the outdoor courtyard. He burst through the door, and you both were greeted by the cool evening air. The sky was starting to darken, the first stars beginning to peek through as you made your way outside. He finally slowed to a stop, setting you down gently. You staggered a bit, catching your breath and giving him a playful glare.

“You’re in so much trouble,” you said, folding your arms as you tried to regain your balance.

But Jeongin only grinned, unfazed by your mock anger. “It was worth it,” he said, catching his breath as well.

Just then, the rest of the group burst through the door, surrounding you both. Chan took the lead, hands on his hips as he looked Jeongin up and down.

“Alright, Jeongin, hand her over,” Chan said, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Jeongin put his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, you caught me,” he said, stepping back with a sheepish grin.

Seungmin shook his head, crossing his arms as he looked at Jeongin. “I didn’t know you had it in you, man. Kidnapping Y/N right under our noses. Bold move.”

Felix stepped forward, pulling you into a protective side-hug. “You’re safe now,” he said, winking at you. “We won’t let the evil Jeongin get to you again.”

Jeongin rolled his eyes, laughing as he looked at the group. “Alright, alright. But admit it, you were all impressed by my skills,” he said, puffing out his chest in mock pride.

Han snorted, patting Jeongin on the back. “I’ll admit, you gave us a good chase. But don’t get too comfortable—we’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

The group started heading back inside, laughing and chatting as they made their way through the hallways. Jeongin walked beside you, occasionally glancing over with a playful grin, clearly proud of his little escapade.

As you reached the lounge area, everyone settled back in, the adrenaline from the chase starting to wear off. Changbin handed you a bottle of water, which you gratefully accepted, taking a long sip as you tried to catch your breath.

Chan leaned back, stretching his arms over his head. “Alright, I think we need to implement some new security protocols around here. We can’t have Y/N getting kidnapped again,” he joked, earning a laugh from the group.

Jeongin sat next to you, nudging your shoulder. “So, how’d I do? Was that a successful kidnapping or what?”

You rolled your eyes, smiling as you shook your head. “It was… impressive. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Jeongin grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “See? I told you I’m strong!”

Felix leaned over, patting Jeongin on the shoulder. “Just remember, though—you mess with Y/N, you mess with all of us.”

Jeongin laughed, nodding in agreement. “Alright, alright. Lesson learned.”

The conversation gradually shifted as everyone settled back into their usual banter, talking about everything from upcoming schedules to their favorite snacks. The playful tension from the chase had dissolved, leaving behind an even stronger sense of camaraderie and warmth.

The evening carried on, and soon it was time to wrap up for the day. The members gathered their belongings, chatting and laughing as they prepared to head back to their dorms. Jeongin approached you one last time, scratching the back of his head as he gave you an apologetic smile.

“Hey, thanks for going along with my crazy idea,” he said, his tone more sincere now. “I hope I didn’t actually freak you out or anything.”

You shook your head, smiling as you looked up at him. “Not at all. It was fun. I think we all needed a little break from reality.”

He nodded, his expression softening. “Good. I’m glad. I wanted to make sure you were having a good time, too.”

As you left the building with the group, walking down the dimly lit street towards the van, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude. These moments of spontaneous fun, the ridiculous antics, and the unwavering support of each other—these were the memories that made everything worthwhile.

The van ride back was filled with laughter as the members recounted the chase, each one adding their own exaggerated details and perspectives. Hyunjin insisted he’d almost caught Jeongin, while Han claimed he had a plan to intercept him at the courtyard but got “distracted by a squirrel.”

By the time you reached the dorms, everyone was exhausted but in high spirits. You stepped out of the van, and Chan clapped his hands together, turning to the group.

“Alright, everyone, get some rest. We’ve got another big day tomorrow,” he said, his tone gentle but authoritative.

You and Jeongin exchanged a final glance, both of you smiling as you headed towards your respective rooms. Just before you entered, Jeongin called out to you.

“Hey, Y/N?”

You turned, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

He hesitated for a moment, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. “Next time, maybe you can be the one to kidnap me.”

You laughed, nodding as you opened the door. “Deal.”

As you closed the door behind you, you couldn’t help but smile. Being part of this crazy, chaotic family had its challenges, but moments like these made you feel like you belonged. And as you lay down to rest, you found yourself looking forward to the next adventure with your seven mischievous friends, knowing that no matter what happened, you’d always have each other’s backs.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Kisaki Tetta - "Brother Knows Best"

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In which a little Kisaki Tetta comes home to tell his big brother about his newest crush. Or; In which Kisaki [Name] unknowingly prevents a long series of tragic events of the future by being an asshole to his younger brother.

                                                                                                   

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"[Name]! [Name]!"

Shouted a little Tetta as his tiny legs carry him from the front door and into the living room.

[Name], who was sprawled lazily across the sofa, only glanced at the six year old briefly before turning his attention back to the t.v. in front of him. Light from the screen rapidly flashing on his face as a colorful toy commercial played. The feeling of his little brother's annoyed gaze not even phasing him as he ignored the boy.

"Grr... [NAME]!"

Tetta shouted as he roughly shook the h/c-ette's arm, trying to get the older's attention.

[Name] growls under his breath as he turns and glares at the little bespectacled boy. Lightly grabbing his shoulder as he shoves him backwards a little, making him stumble and fall on his bottom.

"God you're annoying..... Whaddya want?"

The h/c-ette grumbled as he leans his head on the palm of his hand.

Tetta huffed as he stood up off the floor and waddles over to the sofa, shoving the older's legs to the side and dramatically plopping onto the seat cushion.

"I wanted to ask you..... How— How do you tell a girl you like her?"

The bespectacled boy mutters timidly as he fiddles with his chubby fingers; already anticipating the teasing he's about to endure.

[Name] raised a brow at his brother's words; an amused smirk crawling its way across his lips as he holds back a snort. His annoying dweeb of a little brother has a crush on someone? The kid that whined about how annoying it was whenever [Name] brought his boyfriend over? The kid who swore up and down that he'd never be in a relationship because he'd rather be smart than in love? Oh, this is comedy gold.

"Pfft— You? Since when? What's so cool about this girl for you of all people to like her?"

The h/c-ette jeered; purposefully sitting up to make sure the younger has full view of his mean look.

Tetta groans quietly, already regretting his decision. But what other choice does he have? There's no one else the boy trusted more than his older with such a question.

".....She's... She's really nice to me...."

The small boy mumbles as he pushes his sliding glasses back into place.

"Pffffft— HAHAHAHAHA! That's it! That's hilarious!"

[Name] doubles over, cackling as he tries to hold himself up with the armrest, tears streaming from his eyes.

"Hehehehehe...hehehe... haaah... that was a laugh. Okay, Look brat, you're like... what? Five years old? You're practically still a fetus. You can't even do long division yet; you have no idea what love is."

He crosses his arms and shakes his head.

"If all this girl did was the bare minimum of being kind to you and you're 'falling in love', all of your relationships in the future are gonna be short, loveless and pathetic."

[Name] finishes, giving his little brother an unimpressed and somewhat disgusted look.

However the h/c-ette's eyes softened as he saw tears gathering and spilling over from behind Tetta's fogged glasses. His little body shaking with each silent sob; refusing to make a sound lest he be berated for that too. [Name] let out a sigh before wrapping his arms around the crying boy and pulling him into his lap. He hugged him tight; ignoring the younger's fruitless attempts to push him away.

The older hums quietly as he strokes his brother's head. Running his fingers through Tetta's short hair.

"I know..... I know... I'm so mean to you aren't I Tetta. I'm being an awful big brother to you, huh."

[Name] mumbles quietly as removes the younger's glasses and whipes away the tears from his pretty blue eyes.

"It's just tough love, m'kay? I love you so much, Tetta. I'm only trying to prepare you for the future. I don't want your heart to be broken when you can hardly understand how you feel yet."

Tetta looks up at [Name] with teary eyes as he sniffles; trying to wipe them away and only causing more to fall.

"I love... *sniffle* I love you too. Can we eat something? I'm hungry."

He mumbles, drying his tears with [Name]'s shirt as his stomach gurgles loudly.

"Alright, I'll order takeout."

The h/c-ette chuckles softly as he ruffles Tetta's hair.

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[malum-forev]

jealousy, turning saints into the sea

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Summary: After Bucky made you jealous with a new recruit, you decide he should get a taste of his own medicine.

Pairing: Bucky x Agent!reader

Part 1: jealousy, jealousy

“Your dark, angry, grr, Winter Soldier persona isn’t hitting as hard anymore.” Sam smiled as he sat down at the bar next to Bucky.

“Everything that’s happening is your fault.” Bucky hissed, not taking his eyes off of you. You were only a few feet away but the way you were actively ignoring him made Bucky feel thousands of miles away.

“Hey, you were the one who agreed.” Sam held his hands up defensively.

It started as a joke and Bucky never intended for it to become a big deal, or maybe subconsciously he did want it to become a problem. That’s the only explanation as to why he accepted his friend’s bet. 

It all started when Sam suggested Bucky’s love language is possessiveness.

“I am not.” Bucky grumbled, forcing his eyes to concentrate on the man in front of him instead of you. You were finishing up a team meeting with some ex-SHIELD agents. But proving his point about not being overprotective was becoming more and more difficult. His enhanced hearing was playing a twisted game, making Bucky clench his fists as he heard the agents talk about how you looked in your tactical suit. 

“So I assume you waiting for your girlfriend outside the conference room has nothing to do with the fact you want to metaphorically pee on her.” Sam’s smile only made Bucky’s scowl deepen. 

Sam’s words combined with the agents depraved (but accurate) description of your looks were making Bucky’s tolerance level drop down to a zero. His heartbeat rose and he felt a cold sweat start to form. Is this what a panic attack feels like? He asked himself. 

“The things I’d do to her, starting by bending her over the desk and-“ One of the agents said. That was it, he’d had enough. 

Bucky slammed his open palm on the glass barrier separating him from you. The agents jumped in their seats as they saw the Winter Soldier all but break the wall. 

“I’ll be done in a few minutes.” Your sweet voice calmed his racing heart, Bucky nodded with a tight-lipped smile. 

Sam clutched his stomach as his booming laughter took over the hallway. “You couldn’t even wait for her to get out of the room! You are totally marking your territory.”

“I’m not a dog!” Bucky rolled his eyes. 

“Then what’s the problem? What’s making your cyborg brain crash?” Sam wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

Bucky ran his palm against his face and considered the pros and cons of telling Sam the truth. Pro: he would get it off his chest and it would probably make him feel better. Con: Sam would know.

“The problem is,” Bucky sighed, looking back at you. “She never gets jealous. It’s physically impossible for her to care, and it’s been driving me insane! I consider myself a good-looking guy, some women have even called me handsome! And she just carries on like it doesn’t matter. I feel like she doesn’t want me.”

Sam crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re telling me you want her to be jealous?”

“Maybe I do, sometimes.” Bucky shrugged his shoulders. “It’s just, I think about her morning, evening, and night so whenever I see someone who wants to swoop in and woo her- it makes me violent. But whenever some woman hits on me, she thinks it’s cute.”

“First of all, you need to get that checked. Go to therapy about it or something.” Sam’s reply made Bucky regret ever telling him. “And second of all, of course she gets jealous. She probably just doesn’t tell you.”

Bucky rolled his eyes again. “I’m telling you, it’s impossible to make her jealous.”

“Wanna bet?” Sam’s Cheshire smile should have been a big enough red flag. 

So that’s where Bucky found himself, paying the debt for his stupid bet with Sam. He’d succeeded, Bucky made you jealous but at what cost. You’d invited the team out for drinks after a mission and dragged Bucky along just to see him wither. 

You threw your head back with laughter and patted the agent’s chest with your hand.

“No one is that funny.” Bucky grumbled. 

“Is this foreplay for you guys?” Sam wrinkled his face. 

“Of course not,” Bucky drowned the whiskey in his cup. “she’s making me pay for the stupid thing with the recruit.”

“Glad to know my plan worked.” Sam nudged the brunet. “See, this is why you should start listening to me when we’re out on the field.”

“Yeah well your genius plan is biting me in the ass.” 

The way the agent hungrily looked at you made Bucky’s jaw twitch. You were doing this on purpose, and he knew the only thing he could do was sit back and receive his punishment.  

His eyes still sternly glued on you, your every move. Bucky watched as you brought your hand behind your neck and tossed your hair to one side; exposing the side of your neck, a place he knew you loved being kissed. Next, you brought your hand to twirl around the necklace, the long metal catching the agent’s eyes. The eyes that were now traveling to your cleavage. His hungry eyes darted around, trying to catch a glimpse at whatever he could. 

Bucky knew that look, the look of someone trying to memorize everything their seeing so they can replicate it a few hours later when they’re alone in the shower.

But what sent him over the edge was the way the agent pulled you closer. He snaked his arm behind you, pulling your waist into him. Bucky couldn’t take it anymore, he saw red and was looking for blood. 

Bucky slipped off his leather jacket but not before taking the silencer from the breast pocket. 

“I don’t condone violence.” Sam warned. 

“You fight, knock down and kill people with metal wings.” Bucky said with a harsh tone as he screwed the silencer onto the gun hidden in his back.

Sam placed one of his hands on Bucky’s chest and extended the other one. “Give it to me.”

“You ruin everything.” Bucky groaned, placing the gun in Sam’s hand. 

“That’s more like it.” He smiled. 

“You never said anything about not being able to use my God-given skills.” Bucky said as he pushed up the sleeves on his Henley.   

“God didn’t give you that vibranium arm!” Sam yelled as Bucky pushed past everyone in the small bar.

Within a couple of seconds, Bucky had walked all the way over to the other side of the bar, pushed the agent up the wall and took his shirt in his left arm, the mechanical whir of the vibranium showed the agent just how strong he was. Bucky may no longer have the red star on his shoulder but it was tattooed in his soul, and he wasn’t above showing someone what that meant. 

“You will never again speak to her, touch her, or look at her.” Bucky’s deep voice made the young agent’s eyes widen. “Is that clear?”

The man in his grip nodded furiously. Bucky brought him up a few feet from the floor only to drop him down. Slamming the agent’s body against the wood floors. 

Bucky walked past the lump of bones on the floor. “SHEILD is making its agents weak.”

“You ready to go home, big guy?” You couldn’t contain your smile. 

Bucky left some crumpled bills on the table and took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. “I’ve been dying for you to say that.” 

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Author's Note: hi hiiii! I'm so glad you guys liked pt. 1! Sooo here's Bucky's version! Hope you guys like it! As always pls like, reblog and comment if you do! <3

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[dark-frosted-heart]

He Doesn't Know That I Turned into an Animal - Roger Barel (Part 2)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. None of my translations are proofread until a day after posting

Kate: Woof! Woof!! (I refuse! Absolutely not!!)

Roger: Hey, stop struggling. Do you hate baths? But we can’t sleep in the same bed if you don’t take one.

--

Despite my desperate attempts to resist, Roger picked me up and carried me away.

Kate: Grrr… (I don’t want to…)

Roger: Come on, stop whining. You can’t run away now so just accept it.

As he tried to calm me down, he poured hot water all over my fur.

He lathered me up with soap and proceeded to wash me gently and carefully.

Kate: Grr…rrrr…(Please…stop…) …

It was a mortifying experience, but Roger's skilled hands felt soothing.

Roger: What, you’ve quieted down now? You’ve realized how good a bath feels, haven’t you?

Kate: Arf… (Yes…)

Roger: Haha, I’m glad you’re liking it. You did a good job. Now I just need to rinse and towel you off.

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Back in the room, Roger wrapped me up in a fluffy towel and dried me.

Roger: You struggled at first, but then calmed down later. …Good girl, good girl.

Roger patted my head with a gentle smile.

(Ugh… I give in when he washes or pets me…)

It felt so good being pet by Roger’s large hands and I wagged my tail in defeat.

Roger: Alright, Ale’s turn next.

Ale: Woof?! (My next meal?!)

Roger: Hahaha, don’t you hate baths too? Do you think you’re getting food again?

Ale: Arf! Arf! (Food! Food!)

Roger left the room with Ale happily trotting after.

A while later, an exhausted-looking Ale and Roger returned.

Ale: Awoo…(Wahhh, I was tricked…) Arf, arf! (Roger was so mean, torturing me with hot water!)

Roger: Cheer up, Ale. Here’s a treat for putting up with the bath.

Ale: Woof?! (Treat?!)

Apparently Ale only understood Roger’s name, and the word “treat”.

Wagging his short tail, Ale ran around Roger’s feet.

Roger: Hey, you want a treat too?

Roger held a biscuit out to me.

Roger: It’s a baked treat for dogs. There’s not much flavor and no unnecessary ingredients.

I ate the biscuit from Roger’s hand. A mild sweetness spread in my mouth.

Roger: Tastes good?

Kate: Arf! (It’s tasty!)

Roger: Haha. You probably don’t understand a word I’m saying…But it sounds like you answered me just now. Your owner’s probably worried about losing such a cute dog.

(...That reminds me, has Crown noticed that I’m missing?)

(I have a couple of days off from being a fairytale keeper, so they might not have started looking yet…)

(Even if they did look for me, they won’t find me because I look like this…)

Roger: Hey. If we can’t find your owner, then… I’ll take care of you. The work put into taking care of one or two dogs isn’t so different. Plus I’ll be twice as happy.

(Roger…)

(Honestly, if I can never turn back…this doesn’t sound so bad)

With how much Roger cares for dogs, I’d live a happy dog life.

--

(Mmm…?)

I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night.

The only one sleeping beside me was Ale who was snoring away.

(Huh? Where did Roger go?)

(We were sleeping side by side…Did he go out drinking?)

I hopped off the bed and followed Roger’s scent.

I left Crown castle and finally found him.

Kate: Arf! (Roger!)

Roger: …What’re you doing here? Did you follow my scent? Amazing…

(What’s Roger doing sitting out here in the middle of nowhere?)

I sat down next to Roger and observed him.

Roger: …Since there’s nothing in the way, I can hear the town pretty well.

Roger listened carefully for a moment before he stood up with a look of frustration.

Roger: Damn it…I can’t hear anything. Just where the hell did you go,— 

The name he muttered was drowned out by the wind.

(What’s Roger listening for…?)

Roger: Sorry for keeping you out so late. Let’s head back to the castle.

(Roger really is feeling down…)

(...Cheer up soon)

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When he returned to Crown Castle, Victor was waiting for us in the foyer. 

Victor: How did it go, Roger?

Roger: No good. Couldn’t hear anything. Not a cry for help nor footsteps…Nothing. I don’t even know where they went.

Victor: I see... Then I’ll keep looking too.

Roger and Victor looked so serious and the air was heavy.

(Roger and Victor are looking for someone…)

(From the mood, is it related to a mission?)

Victor: …Oh, is this little one the lost dog you mentioned? Come here, come here~

Victor casually beckoned me over.

(......Huh?)

(Why won’t my legs move…?)

I looked up at Victor again—And for some reason, was filled with an indescribable sense of fear of him.

Kate: Grrrrr…! (Scary…!)

My teeth were bared and a growl escaped my throat. My fur stood on end and I couldn’t stop shaking.

To shake off my fear, I quickly hid behind Roger.

Victor: Oh my…She’s hiding from me.

Roger: What did you do, Victor?

Victor: I didn’t do anything! However, animals have always avoided me…

Roger: Maybe it’s animal instinct. They know when someone’s dangerous.

Victor: Dangerous? I’m happy, lucky, friendly?!

Kate: Awoo…(I’m sorry, Victor)

Victor: Oh, do you feel sorry? You’re a sweet girl. It’s okay. Even if you’re afraid of me, I don’t hate you. Love & peace!

I felt a little relieved that Victor was as kind as ever, even with dogs.

Victor: Even so, you’re quite taken with Roger, aren’t you?

Roger: I’m used to handling dogs. But… Sorry. I’m gonna have to put off looking for your owner for a while tomorrow.

(I don’t have an owner so I don’t mind at all, but…what happened all of a sudden?)

When I tilted my head in confusion, Roger continued.

Roger: …There’s something else I need to do.

--

The next day, after I spent one night as a dog, Roger had been rushing around making preparations since early morning.

Ale: Arf?! Arf! (Do you wanna play?! Roger!)

Roger: Sorry, Ale. You’re staying home today… You too.

Roger patted our heads and turned to leave.

(He’s going out to do the thing he “needs to do” that he mentioned yesterday)

He’s likely going to “hunt someone down”.

Last night, Roger was listening for a voice or footsteps in town.

(I want to help in some way too…!)

Kate: Arf arf! (Please take me with you!)

Roger: What’s up? Why’d you bark all of a sudden… Are you…feeling lonely? You’re so spoiled.

Ale: Arf arf arf!! (I wanna come along too, Roger!)

Roger: Ale too…Guess I got no choice. It’s not like you’ll get in the way so I’ll take you both along.

(Yay! I get to go with Roger…!)

(Now if only I knew who he was looking for…)

Roger: …Now that I think about it, you followed my scent last night, didn’t you?

Kate: Arf! (I did!)

Roger: Can you follow this scent too?

[dipperscavern]

hiiii! the anon who requested the Mike x fem!reader fic here. please don't apologise, I can totally understand😭😭 the show's too addictive, I binged watched the first few seasons really quick too, you can take your time🫶🏾

HII IM SO SORRY FHIS TOOK SO LONG GRR. honestly, i really struggled w this 😭 i didn’t make it very long or defined (i wanted this to set the tone of their relationship), and i left it pretty open ended (on purpose) so it could be built off of in other continuations as maybe a clientsdaughter!reader 🙂‍↕️thank u sm for the ask & i hope u enjoy!! (this is ass)

mike ross x fem!clientsdaughter!reader

mike had learned a countless amount of knowledge since joining the firm. how to talk to people, how to negotiate, how to work, how to win. along with this, he also learned the workings of the office itself — more so the people that were in it.

kyle talks to his girlfriends throughout the day. it’s often mike can catch him leaned back in his chair, not-so-discreetly checking his phone, eyebrows raising as he clicks on the selfie he was sent.

louis keeps his favorite breakfast bars in the top cabinet. rachel chews her lip when she’s thinking. the fax machine only listens to donna — don’t mention if harvey’s having a bad hair day, he knows.

oh. and don’t sleep with clients.

not getting involved with clients was a general rule of thumb. according to harvey, the less emotion involved, the better. even so, harvey himself was guilty of sleeping with a few clients — after business was done, of course. but that was different. harvey was harvey, and mike was a first year associate, already tap dancing on thin ice. he could absolutely not afford to break any rules — no matter how unspoken they might be.

truly, it was all going fine. until he met you.

you & your father are in the racehorse industry. famous for the record breaking times your horses submit (& the world-class conditions they’re always in), thousands come to the races to bet on them. your family has been breeding, training, and racing horses for decades, and your father loves his job. there’s only one issue.

he’s currently being sued for “wrongful termination” by an ex employee. the employee mistreated multiple horses during his time working for you & your father. once you both found out, he was gone.

now, 4 months later, when your most famous horse “knights honor” has died, the employee is claiming the horse was milkshaked before his races (he was not).

“Milkshaked? What the hell is that?”

harvey’s voice carried through his office as jessica presented the case to him & mike. your father was a friend to her, and it was important that harvey got this done. mike remembers the article he read years ago on racehorses when knights honor won his first championship.

“In the context of horse racing and illegal substances, a milkshake is any compound or combination of compounds administered to a horse, pre-race, for the purpose of causing.. metabolic alkalosis of the blood and extracellular fluid of that horse. Although, a previous widely used method to ensure placing times, milkshakes are a prohibited practice on race day in all U.S. jurisdictions.”

harvey and jessica exchange looks between themselves & mike. they're about to raise questions when donna's voice crackles through harvey's phone.

"Translation: Its when the horses are given a “milkshake” of different drugs before a race. It can kill fatigue and improve their endurance."

all heads look down to the phone, then at donna's desk. donna's already looking their way, of course, and she swallows under their field of vision. she shrugs.

"What? I can't.. watch tv?"

she abruptly puts the phone down, turning her chair around to type on her computer. jessica clears her throat.

"Tom is an old friend. He's genuine."

harvey interrupts. "You need me to make it go away.”

“No. This could tarnish his entire reputation… his life’s work. I need you to kill this thing in its tracks. Get it done.”

with that, jessica turns & exists the office. harvey sighs, skimming over the case file jessica dropped on his desk. he looks at mike.

“Find the daughter. Find out everything — previous arrests, divorces, a stolen tangerine from publix- I wanna know about it.”

mike nods, offering a-

“Yes, captain,”

(which makes harvey give him an exasperated look) before he retreats back to his cubicle, moving to start his manhunt. donna winks as he passes her desk.

꧁——————————————————꧂

“No, he doesn’t.”

you can sense the presence of the associate approaching behind you. you quickly thank the man working the stand as he hands you your pretzel, and you turn to face harvey’s right-hand. mike ross.

“I- You don’t even know what I was about to say.”

“Yes, I do.”

he’s cute. pretty blue eyes, a photographic memory, and a boyish charm that you can’t say you’re immune to.

“You were about to ask if he’s had any previous arrests. No, never.”

mike shakes his head. “Sorcery. Speeding tickets?”

you turn to look at him with an exasperated look. “No, officer.” he smiles.

“How did you know? That I’d ask.”

you shrug. “Ancient blood magic.”

a few moments of silence pass, and he’s silently moving his head in tune with his thoughts — like he actually believes you. you decide on mercy.

“It’s the first question lawyers always ask.”

“Ah. Been through this before?”

you shrug.

“Do you always stalk your clients?”

he doesn’t miss a beat. “Only the pretty ones- a hobby of mine.”

you hum, breaking off a piece of your pretzel and handing it to him. he sighs, leaning back.

“Oh you sweet, sweet angel.”

you both continue your walk to pearson/hardman, wanting to get there early to prep for the deposition today. mike breaks the silence once he’s done chewing.

“Do you always feed your lawyers?”

“Only the cute ones,” you break off another piece, handing it to him. “Its a hobby of mine.”

꧁——————————————————꧂

the elevator rings, signifying the end to your journey. mike is in disbelief as you step out of the elevator — mind trying to wrap around your last statement.

“What- are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

mike moves to catch up with you. “Okay, multimillion-dollar horse racing company, and you just.. have no security cameras? Zero?”

you turn to face him, giving him a defiant look that makes his heart flutter.

“I don’t see any cameras around here.”

as you approach the glass-doored conference room, mike opens the door for you.

“Touché.”

you shoot him a look across your shoulder before you move to greet your father, already waiting. mike pauses outside, staring, as you hug your father, no doubt offering some sort of reassurance.

“No.”

mikes head snaps toward the voice, harvey’s un-foreseen presence making him jump a little. mike looks around a bit.

“I.. didn’t even-“

harvey points a finger at mike, then at you, then slowly wags it back and forth for dramatics. mike sighs, looking around and putting his hands in his pockets, waiting for his scolding to be done.

“Harvey-“

“Uh uh.”

“Harvey.”

harvey continues his finger wag. “Micheal.”

“Harvey.”

harvey walks backwards towards the door, opening it with his free hand. “Don’t.. do it.”

mike rolls his eyes, following harvey into the room.

okay. don’t get with the funniest, most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. got it. easy.

easy. right?

the look you give him as he sits down proves him otherwise.

[nikethestatue]

Rant incoming.

Maybe I am a bit of a psycho (okay, not a bit) but for the love of God and all that is holy--Sarah, give us the Shadowsinger that you keep hinting at.

I need at least ONE of these men to go dark. Go fucking black.

We keep hearing about the violence, the terror, the sheer presence of them that would make a grown man piss his pants---but we never see it?

The one and ONLY time where I feel it happened (and marginally too) was when Rowan skinned (not gonna say who) alive.

But it's kind of like--if SJM insists on making all these men ruthless warriors, torturers, the most powerful Fae in the kingdom or the world or whatever--then SHOW IT. Show us the men we are supposed to crave and fear.

We had Hunt, the Umbra Mortis, who barely ever 'mortis-nized' anyone ever. He was just a himbo who wanted to eat pizza and watch sunball.

Cassian, the Commander General, had one good run during the war and then became a human dildo.

Azriel cut the Attor a lil bit.

Give me the scary. The unhinged. I don't need cinnamon rolls. I want one of these dudes to rip out someone's heart and then fuck his ladylove on top of the corpse.

I am also so so so tired of the 'girl Power woooo!' thing that SJM keeps writing--where the women always take care of business and need no help, no protection, no revenge, no assistance from the men whatsoever. Why even bother making these men these illustrious warriors, when we know that Nesta can kill a Death God in 10 minutes, and Bryce can kill an Asteri in about 8 minutes.

I am beginning to wonder what is the point of men in SJMs' stories at all?

We had the 'Most Powerful High Lord In History' running around dropping to his knees, looking for a good OBGYN for all of ACOSF. We had the Commander General taking lots and lots of time from his clearly not very busy schedule to train some girlies and have repetitive sex. Lucien, not much of a warrior to begin with, just hangs out at his country manor. Azriel seems to be working at least, but mostly he is just being angsty.

Like there's been a shipwar raging for 3.5 years over these guys, and honestly, for what? Azriel is a spy, a torturer and 'a freak'. If it all ends up being for nothing, and he is just going to be some pining useless follower, carrying Elain's purse, whose 'freakiness' consists of light spanking and a nipple bite, then honestly, GAs or whoever, can have him.

I feel like 90% of all ACOTAR readers came to the series through Rhys. Because Rhys was so shifty. So cold. So unremorseful. Rhys was...INTERESTING.

What happened? Where are the interesting male characters? We know that SJm is not GRR Martin or anything, but come on.

Let's even take Lucien--and I don't give a shit about Lucien--but make Lucien...interesting? If he is so wily and crafty, why can't Lucien at least TRY to trick Elain into liking him, going out with him on a date? ANYTHING. Try to gaslight her, lie to her, trick her--do anything that makes me want to read about you. Eluciens keep whining about 'mean Elain' but like, why are they satisfied with this limp noodle of a painfully boring character? Why no demands of fucking everyone over and going after what he wants? 'Oh, he is so respectful'! Who cares? Why do you want to read that in a fantasy book about supposedly violent and brilliant fairies?

I am reading all kinds of things outside of ACOTAR, and I reflect and I think, OMG, SJMs males are boring AF!!!! Why do they even inspire a glimmer of desire or interest? They literally do nothing memorable or interesting.

Honestly, if the next book is the same, and she murders Azriel's character, it will be a big fat goodbye from me.

I am holding on to hope that she'll write him and even Lucien somehow, somewhat compellingly.

[primus-why]

What if TFP Megatron hadn't fumbled the bag during the Orion Pax arc...?

Like, imagine we get that scene where Orion is all "Why does this computer refer to me as Optimus Prime? Who... am I?" And instead of Megs being all "Grr, you're just my clerk, nothing more." He was... actually sort of honest?

Like obviously not 100% honest, let's be real here he's got his own agenda. But I'll bet Orion wouldn't have tried to delete his data if he had gotten an actually satisfying answer!!

For example what if it had been like:

Orion: I must know-- who... am I?

Megatron: ... *sigh* I'm not so sure I know the answer myself, Orion. This situation... it's complicated.

Orion: Then perhaps you might help me regain the memories I have lost? You explained what became of Cybertron, but I have yet to learn what has happened to me--

Megatron: -- It would have been too much! So many years lost, so much change to take in... I didn't want to overwhelm you!

Orion: I know, and I appreciate your consideration... however, these questions have been distracting me from my work...

Megatron: ... Very well. Come.

They settle down on some nook with a window. Orion's optics are glued to Megatron, while Megatron looks out said window for a beat before turning to face Orion.

Megatron: What do you remember, before I found you in those tunnels and brought you onto my ship?

Orion: I... *shifting uncomfortably* it's difficult to recall, but I believe my last memory was of us... fighting.

Megatron: Fighting?

Privately, Megatron is concerned Orion might be recalling a battle. He watches the other mech closely for his next words-- is the jig up already..?

Orion: Yes... we were arguing after the Council meeting, though I can't recall what for...

Megatron visibly relaxes a bit.

Megatron: Ah... that. Yes, I remember that day.

Orion: I had miscalculated, and my error upset you. We parted on bad terms.

Megatron: Oh, my dear Orion, that's long in the past! I hardly think back to our quarrel...

Megatron gently takes Orion's servo into his own, idly rubbing a thumb over his digits as if lost in a memory.

Megatron: Actually... your absence gave me clarity-- once I learned you were gone, I immediately realized that I missed you... regardless of what had transpired. And it hurt my spark to know we would never see each other again-- though, that turned out to not exactly be the case...

Orion is staring intensely now. He is afraid of the answer, but knows he must press on.

Orion: Megatron... what happened to me?

Megatron: After that Council meeting... you were taken.

Orion: Taken? By who??

Megatron stops rubbing Orion's servo, squeezing it instead.

Megatron: ... The Autobots, but I didn't know it at the time. I was informed you hadn't reported for work in a while. For a deca-cycle, in fact, which didn't seem like you. I tried to com, but was having no luck-- then Intel couldn't find evidence that you had even made it home after the meeting. Upon further investigation, we learned you were snatched off the street some time after we had parted ways. I knew then something bad had happened to you, but I didn't know who was responsible. Not until I saw you again... only it wasn't you--

Orion Pax: -- It was Optimus Prime.

Megatron: Yes.

Orion Pax: But... how? How could I be a Prime? I'm just an archivist-- was just an archivist... and why me?

Megatron: I'm sure you've noticed the change in your chassis. Well... we believe the Autobot warlord Ratchet used his vast medical knowledge to perform experiments on you, which allowed your body to carry the Matrix. As to why he chose you... I'm certain it was to derail our revolution efforts. It had been personal blow, seeing you change sides...

Orion: How could I abandon the cause? Did I not recognize you anymore?

Megatron: You recognized me, but you did not know me. When the Autobots declared war, Optimus Prime would charge in, always on the front line. I was one of the few fighters who could hold my own against him, and by far the best chance we had to get you to come back to your senses... but I could never reach you.

Orion removes his servo from Megatron's, instead balling it into a fist on his leg. He looks away as well to take in a steadying vent, then another... when he finds his voice again, it is soft-- but he needs to know...

Orion: ... Was it mnemosurgery?

Megatron responds equally as soft.

Megatron: For vorns, I thought that was the case. However we'd didn't find any evidence of it during your medical examination.

Orion's optics snap back to Megatron's.

Orion: Then how?! I--

Megatron: -- It seems your memory loss had something to do with the Matrix. We could test that theory, of course, but nothing would move forward without your consent, Orion. You understand?

Orion: Yes, thank you. I will consider it. And thank you again for taking the time to enlighten me. I am... sorry to have caused you all so much pain...

Megatron: Don't dwell on the darkness of the past when tomorrow promises a brighter future, my friend.

Orion: Mm... how can you be so sure? We are far from home, and the war rages on.

Megatron: Because I was able to finally reunite with someone I had thought to be lost forever. Anything seems possible to me now, even victory after all this time.

Orion blushes slightly as Megatron gets up to leave.

Megatron: I must go attend to my duties on the bridge. Would you like to join me for fuel in my quarters? Say, in the next few groons?

Orion: I would like that, very much.

As he watches Megatron depart, Orion privately wonders just what "victory" would look like, given their home has been destroyed. To what end do we fight? Perhaps I shall ask Megatron to elaborate on his vision of the future after our shifts...

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Lilia Vanrouge - Beach Wear Vignette

"Lilia's Super Deluxe Uninhabited Island Special"

[Uninhabited Island – Cottage]

Lilia: Here we go, Stitch. Time to start prepping "that" thing.

Stitch: Got it, okay!

Lilia: First, we need a large pot…

Lilia: Then we take all the fresh fruit we gathered, and… GO LIKE THIS!!

[squeezes fruit]

Stitch: Weehoo ♪

Lilia: Kufufu, doesn't it look delicious? Fresh fruit always tastes best raw or juiced like this.

Lilia: We'll just squeeze the mango and pineapple with magic, just like this…

Stitch: Yeehaw!

Lilia: Ohh…? You've got a tight grip on that pineapple there…

[CRUNCH, CRUNCH CRUNCH!]

Lilia: Nice going, Stitch! You got some nice 100% Juice flowing almost instantly.

Lilia: Kufufu, then I'll leave the squeezing of all the fruit to you.

Lilia: But I can't let you show me up. Let's see, here's the clear water we pulled from the waterfall…

[turns water to ice]

Stitch: !!

Lilia: Surprised? If I use magic like this, I can freeze water no problem.

Lilia: But I have to make sure I don't get carried away and use too much. We don't know when Gantu might attack us next.

Stitch: Yay!

Lilia: Have you finished squeezing the fruits already? Kufufu, you sure are a strong one, Stitch.

Lilia: …You are just like him.

Stitch: ?

Lilia: There's this guy named Malleus. He's descended from dragons, and his power is overwhelming.

Lilia: Even the hardest coconut shell is nothing more than a fragile eggshell in his hands.

Lilia: And he would also throw tantrums left and right if something didn't suit him.

Lilia: Like punching holes in the walls, or encasing the castle in ice, or raining down thunderbolts… To put simply, he was a pretty rambunctious kid.

Stitch: Bad boy appeared… Grr.

Lilia: I suppose so. There definitely are those who think he is a bad boy.

Stitch: Aw...

Lilia: If the people around him are frightened and try to avoid him, of course he'll turn out to be a rowdy kid.

Lilia: But, you know, Stitch. I think that it's okay for a bad kid to stay as they are.

Stitch: ?

Lilia: You may be hunted by Gantu just because you're a bad boy who likes to destroy things...

Lilia: But you've helped us so much with your amazing strength. The most important thing is how you use that power of yours.

Stitch: Ye-huh ♪

Lilia: …Well, I guess you could also say it also depends on the circumstances, too.

Stitch: ？

Lilia: Aw, but, I think that your aggressive and cute little self is just the most charming little thing!

Stitch: Oooh!

Lilia: Mhm, that's a good smile. Okay then, let's get back to the task at hand, Stitch.

Lilia: I say that, but all that's left for us to do is to add some more fruit juice.

Lilia: Oh yeah, we'll need a bowl to serve what we made. The shells are a little too small, so maybe we can make something out of the branches and leaves?

Stitch: Hah-ha!

[thock, thock, thock…]

Lilia: Oho, that's…

[Uninhabited Island – Cottage]

Jack: Lilia-senpai, did something happen? Why'd you call us all to the cottage like this suddenly?

Grim: Sniff, sniff, sniff… Funyaa～ I smell something sweet.

Ace: Eh! Oh, is this some kind reward for all our hard work gathering fruits and drawing water every day?

Floyd: A reward? Well, obviously we should be getting' something, I've been working sooo hard～

Lilia: Very perceptive. You're right, it's a reward! Something I've prepared for each and every one of you. And it's…

Everyone: It's?

Lilia: A FROZEN DESSERT!!

Grim: A frozen dessert!! …Like what?

Azul: He must be talking about a type of sweet made from freezing fruit juice and the like.

Azul: Since it's made of the ingredients found on this island, it could possibly be a sorbet… or perhaps a frappe?

Lilia: Correct. I'm treating you all to some cooooold shaved ice.

Grim: Shaved ice! Yuuuum, hurry and give me some!

Ace: Me too, me too! Every day's so hot, I'd been wanting to have something like ice cream.

Lilia: Kufufu, no need to fret.

Lilia: Now then, I'll take this bucket full of ice, and… DO THIS!

[CRACK!]

Ace: All the ice just shattered from that hand chop!?

Riddle: Lilia-senpai can even fell a large tree almost instantly. …Honestly, nothing surprises me anymore.

Lilia: Once you get a mound of shaved ice into one of the bowls that Stitch made for us…

Lilia: Drizzle some of the syrup we made from the fruits, and… IT'S READY TO EAT!

Lilia: Okay, let's start with you, Grim. Make sure you savor the flavor.

Grim: Nom, slurp, crunch, nom! Oooowee, it's so cold and tast…

Grim: URK!?

Ace: Grim!? Lilia-senpai, don't tell me you made the syrup out of that terrible tasting fruit…!?

Grim: Urgh, my head is numb… But it's so sweet and cold, it's crazy good!

Ace: Oh, you just ate it all tooo fast and got a headache. Sheesh, you scared me.

Lilia: Alright, everyone! I'll make one for all of you. [Yuu], what kind of syrup do you want?

1. Mango flavored! 2. Pineapple flavored!

Azul: I would like to have pineapple flavored syrup. It should have a nice tartness to it for a crisp taste.

Jack: I'll… try the mango. If I'm going to eat it with ice, I'd rather have a richer flavor.

Ace: Lilia-senpai, can I have both?

Floyd: Oh, is that allowed? Then I want both too～

Lilia: Here's the mango flavored one. And this one's the pineapple. And a combo for Ace and Floyd.

Jack: It's so cold and delicious. It's refreshing and I feel like this is a nice way to cool down.

Floyd: Yup. I thought it'd be nothing special 'cause it's just fruit juice over ice, but this syrup is pretty bangin'.

Ace: This syrup rocks! The parts where the mango and pineapple mix together is the best part.

Azul: What, really? Urk, I should have also chosen to have both…

Lilia: Kufufu, there's still a lot of syrup, you can have seconds. And it's all because Stitch helped me so much.

Stitch: Yahahahaha ♪

Lilia: But we have to make sure everyone gets their first helping first.

Lilia: Riddle, have you made a decision? If you're still having trouble choosing, you can also get both syrups.

Riddle: No, thank you, that's unnecessary.

Riddle: My mother always would say, "You cannot eat food made of ice, for they will chill your stomach."

[Uninhabited Island – Cottage]

Lilia: Riddle, have you made a decision? If you're still having trouble choosing, you can also get both syrups.

Riddle: No, thank you, that's unnecessary.

Riddle: My mother always would say, "You cannot eat food made of ice, for they will chill your stomach."

Ace: Ehh! You gonna worry about that now!? There's no way she'd find out even if you had some now.

Floyd: You don't get it at all, huh, Goldfish-chan. It'll be even more delicious when you snag a bite to eat even after your mom says no.

Lilia: Now, now. It's impolite to comment on the customs of other families.

Riddle: Indeed. Therefore, please don't worry about me…

Lilia: Then, I'll make a special dish just for you, Riddle.

Lilia: I'll freeze the mango with my magic, and… DO THIS AND THEN THIS!

Azul: Oho, you've sliced the frozen mangos thin, almost replicating the shaved ice.

Floyd: And you served it in a coconut half shell as a bow. It's all decorated with frozen bananas, pineapples, and even flowers, too.

Lilia: Here you go, Riddle. It's a "Chilled Fruit Dish." There's not a single piece of ice on it.

Riddle: …Heh. This certainly is a dish "made out of fruit" and not "made out of ice."

Riddle: Thank you, Lilia-senpai. Then, I shall dig in…

Riddle: !!

Riddle: Delicious! The fruit just dissolves instantly as soon as it touches my tongue… This is the first I've ever had such a thing.

Grim: Funyaa～～! No fair that just Riddle gets some! Lilia, me too! Me toooo～!

Floyd: Ehh, I wanna eat some too. Goldfish-chan, give me a bite!

Lilia: Okay, okay, I got it. I'll make some for everyone, so just wait a moment.

Azul: But really… Who would even think of freezing fruit only to shave them? Lilia-san, that was a brilliant idea.

Lilia: I just tried copying this one snack I tasted during one of my trips to a tropical country.

Lilia: In the past, there was many a time that I had to make this sort of thing. When it comes to frozen desserts, I'm really quite particular.

Lilia: At first, I was only able to make simple dishes, like shaved ice with drizzled nectar or fruit juice…

Lilia: But there was this one guy who would just revel at eating the shaved ice I'd make him.

Lilia: I thought he'd get bored of continuously eating the same thing, so I tried to make it look more and more gorgeous, adding condensed milk or honey-soaked fruit to them.

Lilia: Back then, I wasn't very used to cooking, but I bet if I tried again now, I could probably make something much fancier.

Lilia: Alright, Lilia's Super Deluxe Uninhabited Island Special is ready! Come, eat it before it melts.

1. Let's dig in! 2. Thank you very much!

Grim: Nom, nom nom!! That rich, sweet flavor just completely melts in my mouth～!

Jack: It's more flavorful than just drizzling the syrup on the ice. This is the first time I've ever eaten fruit like this.

Ace: This frozen banana is also crazy good. It's got a way different texture than the raw stuff. You should try this too, [Yuu].

Lilia: What do you think, Stitch? Is it good?

Stitch: …

Riddle: He's looking very forlornly at his empty shaved ice bowl. Perhaps he would like seconds.

Lilia: Or maybe… Did looking at the cup remind you of someone?

Stitch: …

Riddle: Now that you mention it, the bowls that Stitch made for our shaved ice does have an interesting shape to it.

Riddle: It has a conical shape, as if for ice cream, or gelato…

Lilia: Hm. Well, that reminds me that I once saw shaved ice being sold at a food stand in this one tropical country in a similar conical shape.

Lilia: A tricycle carrying a silver box was parked on the side of the road. They were selling shaved ice to those walking by.

Lilia: Eating shaved ice with a ton of syrup on a hot day is the absolute best. You should try it sometime.

Riddle: Eating while walking is… Ah, never mind. Yes, alright. Perhaps if the occasion arises.

Riddle: Based on your anecdote just now, it may be that Stitch here is from a more tropical region.

Stitch: …

Stitch: …Ohana.

Lilia: I get it. There's a certain "someone" you want to share this delicious shaved ice with.

Stitch: Ye.

Lilia: Mhm, I understand that feeling well.

Lilia: The guy who would always ask me to make him frozen desserts was always the same way.

Lilia: It's not that he wanted to eat it because it was delicious. It's more like he wanted to eat it with someone he cared for.

Lilia: I'm the same way. I used to think that whatever I ate didn't matter, so long as it sated my hunger. However…

Lilia: Even those frozen desserts that I never thought would satisfy me would always be the most delicious when I could eat it with him.

Stitch: Yeah.

Lilia: Now that he's more or less stopped throwing his tantrums, I haven't really made him any shaved ice anymore.

Lilia: Maybe once we escape from this island, it may be a good chance to try my hand at it again.

Lilia: Oh, right. You should make this shaved ice for your loved ones as well. I'll give you the recipe.

Stitch: Great!

Riddle: Eating it with people is what makes it delicious, hm.

Riddle: Lilia-senpai, please teach me the recipe as well.

Riddle: I would like to make it for my dormmates who no doubt are fulfilling my duties while I am gone.

Lilia: Well, of course, I'd be happy to. I'll give you a proper lesson on how to make it, too.

Lilia: I'll have to tell them all about my adventures on this island. Kufufu, that's just another thing to look forward to this summer.

Requested by Anonymous.