#cooking for one person means eating one meal several times!

[freepassbound]

Grocery list or no grocery list?

Do you decorate your house for holidays? Which ones?

Favorite high-effort meal that you make?

Please :)

Grocery list or no grocery list?

Sometimes yes, sometimes no. Depends how desperately I need something (and thus must remember it) combined with how recently I forgot something because I wasn't using a list. 😅

Do you decorate your house for holidays? Which ones?

I haven't even ever really finished moving into this house, so, no. I've thought about doing something for Christmas (which is the only one I've ever decorated for), but... no family is around in the winter. Though I did up the old family house a few times when I was solo (for various reasons)... this place... for whatever reason it just doesn't seem worth it for only myself? Also, there's no tradition of doing it here, I think is a big part of it.

Favorite high-effort meal that you make?

I am not much of a fancy chef, but there is this dish called hamburger pie (which I make with ground turkey) that goes well with mashed potatoes... it's delicious, but it's a lot of work for a single person. Brown the ground turkey, wash potatoes, peel potatoes, cut potatoes, mix the turkey, prep the dish, pop in oven, drain potatoes, mash potatoes... it usually ends up being about two hours (though there is some down time waiting for the potatoes to cook).

[itsabouttimex2]

How Can We Use Y/N?

So I’ve been watching Delicious in Dungeon, and… thinking about Beastman!Y/N. Or, rather- how the party consumes them.

Maybe outright eating them is off-limits, because, you know, Y/N is still a person, and cannibalism tends to bring about some pretty nasty stuff. Marcille is hard on that stance. She’s opened up to a lot of different foods, sure, that’s true- but she’s not eating a person! The potential for diseases and sickness is too high, no matter how you prepare the food, after all.

But eating isn’t the only way for someone or something to be consumed! Time is consumed! Energy is consumed! Labor is consumed! Products are consumed!

So what can we make out of Y/N?

Maybe you’ve been fused with the soul of something like a Firefly Squid, shifting your flesh to bear a pleasing bioluminescence- and if sometimes a tentacle falls off or is chopped clean in combat? Well, Laios doesn’t really see the issue in skinning the rubbery tendril to make glow-in-the-dark hilt wraps and canteens… even if his friends think that it’s a little gross.

Or maybe you’re some form of Cervidae, bearing a soft, short pelt and a pair of antlers to boot, which means… you’ll end up shedding at the end of the year, and the team now has a fresh set to utilize! The keratin is good for carving, especially if you’re making arrowheads or figurines. If nothing creative comes to mind, they’re at least good for trading to orcs or kobolds.

But I’d like to think that you’re a cute little Valais Blacknose, who hasn’t quite learned to trim your own fur, so it’s up to the Touden Party to take up the shears and chop those woolen locks! Chilchuck is a little estranged from his family, admittedly, but he’s still a father of three, and has learned a bit about haircare in the process. Expect lots of reminders to “hold still, dammit!” and maybe a few “oh, shit”s along the way, but the Half-Foot will get you fixed up.

Once he’s trimmed you into a presentably adorable little lamb, it’s finally possible to walk around without tripping over your own fluff, and see without a collage of thick headbands pinned in place to hold back a storm of woolen locks… and the team is left with several pounds of fluffy wool.

And team Touden does not waste resources- especially if those supplies are coming from their precious little Y/N!

So the team scrambles to find a way to use all of the floof, each one taking a portion to use in some way, at least.

Laios knows that winding his cooking ware with spun wool will only make them harder to clean, especially if blood or fat soak into the threads, and he really doesn’t want to waste such a soft part of his dear Y/N by having to throw them out over something like a minor spill… which also rules out his sword’s grip, because, again, wool holds nasty fluids really well. Probably he’ll settle for something extremely practical that can be used many times over, like a pair of socks or gloves. It’s not impossible for the monster enthusiast to keep a handful of unprocessed fluff in his pocket, just so he has something to grab and squish during stressful or boring trips… or so he can “prove” to nearby parties/“friends” how soft you are. (Shuro and Kabru are on the receiving end of more than a few rants.)

Ever practical, Senshi probably makes cheesecloth from your threads, albeit over the course of several days spent knitting the yarn together. If he doesn’t have that sort of time, or maybe just not the motivation, he’ll bind himself up a washcloth or two- perfect for sopping up cooking spills, or scrubbing the inside of a pan. And, now that you can actually see without constantly peeling pounds of fluff from your eyes, expect to given more tasks during cooking. Anything to keep you close and safe. It’s also very probable that he’ll have you on a “Beastman-friendly” diet comprised heavily of leafy meals and chopped veggies. Maybe he’ll even scrounge up some hay, or cut and bind up some grass to have on hand for you as a snack. He won’t even consider this strange- to Senshi, it’s just the proper way to take care of someone that he obsesses over the safety of cares for.

Happy to have “monster” supplies that she doesn’t have to eat, Marcille binds a few of the finer threads into a set of little ribbon for her hair. I also imagine that she’d be primarily responsible for taking caring if your hair after the cut, so she’ll make a few extra in order to style yours like she styles hers. If there’s plenty extra when everyone else is done taking their share, the elf girl just might make herself a little plushy version of you to sleep with… and one of Falin, too.

Divorced father of three, deft of hand Chilchuck has learned his way around a needle… mostly. It’s not above him to maybe weave something nice up for his daughters, like matching bracelets. He’ll want six in total, one for him and his ex, three for his daughters, and one for you- just so everyone in the “family” has a common thread to bind them. A particularly young Y/N will most likely be adopted by the Tims family at the end of their journey, providing a safe and happy (if viciously protective and smothering) space for them to grow. His daughters receive letters every now and then, each one waiting anxiously to meet the individual who is; unbeknownst to them, being propositioned as a brand new family member. Even his ex is mildly excited at the thought of someone brand new to raise, given that all her daughters are grown and moving on in the world. Maybe it’s what they need to get back together… or maybe that’s just the possessiveness talking.

And for Izutsumi… she wants a new scarf. Not that she knows how to knit, or has any interest in learning, but still. The cat girl will scrounge up a hefty handful of wool and toss it into Marcille’s lap with a huff, demanding a properly knit scarf to add to her arsenal. And although she’s not exactly above whining or making threats to get her way, there’s no need- the mage is totally on board to have every member of the party decked out in the softest parts of their collective favorite member. So, Izutsumi gets her scarf, and then everyone finally has a part of Y/N to keep close and hold dear.

Not that anyone is going to start ignoring the real thing, unfortunately for you.

[hoeforhao]

hi !! if it's alright may i request svt with a fem/gn reader with massive tits? like just how would the boys react (nsf/w or sfw is upto you :D) to a reader with the big naturals, which if you do this request tysm!! :D

well well y'all will never see me again after this post, cuz am literally embarrassed asf!!! also me writing about something i don't have??makes me sad ;(

Masterlist

Seungcheol: This man is a huge sucker for asses. Like he lives to bend you over and fuxk you deep. But little do people know, boobs are his secret weakness, and having someone with big naturals? You just know that he'll be using them as stress balls, pumping them like his life depends on it,everytime he's stressed from work; bury his face deep down into the pillows and fall asleep on his personal plushies.

Jeonghan: I somehow feel like he'll be more into smaller breasts, but that doesn't mean he won't be relishing your mounds to the max while his dick is buried deep inside of you. He is of the type to circle your clothed nipples with his slick fingers as you cook, only to end up enjoying the view of them all perked up as he eats his meal.

Joshua: He's such a softie when it comes to sucking the life out of your breasts. Like he would literally worship you while saying things like "I've never seen such full and gorgeous boobs angel. Ydk how badly I wait everyday to come back home and adore them". Also I feel like shua will have a slight mommy kink only when it comes to your breasts and doze off on your bosom like a child, if he's too tired and snore like an absolute baby.

Junhui: Another huge tease. But unlike jeonghan, he would be totally showy of how much he loves your big tits, cupping them at every chance he gets, buying you all white lacey lingerie with several slits, so that he can keep on getting a show of your bouncy cream pies all throughout the day, while brushing his cold fingers against the perked up buds every once in a while.

Soonyoung: I've got only one thing to say. He would literally run home to rub his sweaty face all over your bust, as soon as he finishes the group dance lessons; latching onto your nipples the whole time while you make his post practice smoothie.

Wonwoo: He would have you seated on his lap the entire time while he plays his silly little online games with his friends, squeezing your boobs for emotional support and twisting the stubs everytime he is even slightly close to losing ; earning low muffled moans from you that in turn act as his fuel to win.

Jihoon: This man is not at all that soft as he appears to be. He would have a separate space in his studio where he would tie you up with button vibrators on your nipples ; setting them to the highest speed as he creates his new masterpiece with your ecstatic moans as the bgm. After finishing his demo, he would come to your limp body drained from cumming multiple times, and roam his pale digits over the overly sensitive stumps while nurturing them with soft kisses.

Minghao: You're his biggest muse. He would call you anytime he feels artblocked; lathering the paint all over your breasts as he presses them onto the canvas to paint his brand new piece. What's a brush???!! He doesn't consider buying brushes and sponges for his art supply!! Why would he even, when he has your big milky tits for a sponge and the two perks as his brush.

Mingyu: HE IS SIMPLY OBSESSED WITH YOUR BOOBS. THAT'S IT!! Filling up your closet with blazers two sizes smaller than your bust, only so that he can see your breats pressed tightly against in each other in nothing but the long blazers, forming the most ravishing cleavage anyone has ever seen; as he takes you on a home dinner date and sucks onto his personal pacifier as the dessert later.

Seokmin: Would be pretty shy to admit how he loves the sight your boobs bouncing up and down as he fuxks the life out of you every night. It would literally take him an entire year worth courage to ask to play with your butter soft breasts,for the times he is out of you and once you agree, he would latch onto your skin like a slug.

Seungkwan: Again, a very coy boy, absolutely terrified of letting you know how crazy he is driven by your big pillows. Would love to peek at them while you take a shower, the droplets gracefully dripping down the bumps, wishing that it was his tongue slowly gliding down your nipples, instead.

Vernon: If you ask me, I feel like he would have a huge mommy kink. Pining to suck onto your milky teats everytime y'all go out, having you rush home early only to let your big baby play with his favorite toy, is a compulsory routine for him.

Dino: Don't even get me started on how much Chan loves the fact that his s/o has such big naturals. People would die to have such supple, juicy tits to feast onto every night and he gets it for free? A gift he would cherish his entire life. He might treat you like a whore in bed, but your boobs?Well, they're only his to worship and making sure he paints them red every night, is his biggest duty!!!

[etraytin]

Emergency Preparedness On A Budget

Hey all, just a reminder that even though many of us are looking at a warmer-than-average winter this year, warm on average does not mean we won't see winter storms! In fact, warm winters can produce some really unusual weather patterns that are even more likely to produce severe storms. The best time to prepare for a winter storm, or any other natural disaster, is well before it happens, ie, right now.

"But wait," you might say, "the economy is stupid and everything is expensive! I'm afraid my survival bunker is just going to have to wait until my lottery numbers come up, which will take awhile because I also can't afford to play the lottery." First off, good job not playing the lottery, and second, preparing for a disaster does not have to be expensive. In fact, if you start early enough, disaster preparedness can be done a few dollars at a time without much of anything in the way of special supplies.

In order to not make a single post that is a billion lines long, I am dividing my advice into a few different posts and will link them together when I am done. The links will be right here: Part 2: Medicine and Power

Food and Water Preparedness

FIrst and most important: food and water. The motto of disaster preparedness is "The first 72 is on you." In a major disaster situation, if the situation has not resolved itself within three days, that's about the amount of time it takes for outside help to get itself organized and start arriving in a meaningful way to a disaster area. Objectively three days is a pretty short period of time, subjectively it is a small eternity if you are not prepared.

Preppers (people who do disaster preparedness as a hobby, to greater and lesser levels of unhingedness) spend a lot of time discussing the best types of food and water prep for long-term storage and/or end of the world scenarios. We are not going to do that. We want cheap, easy, effective preparations that we can ideally do while grocery shopping in a Walmart. The easiest, simplest and cheapest way to do your food prep is this: Buy one or two canned, jarred or tetrapacked (that waxed cardboard box pack) meal items every time you can afford it, then set them aside. Find a little space in a closet, a cupboard, a shelf, whatever, and just keep those foods there until you have three days worth for everyone in your household, including the pets.

"Fine," you might say as you look skeptically at the back of your cupboards, "but that doesn't seem very specific. There are a lot of canned goods out there!" And that is fair! The basic rule of thumb is "Buy something you will eat, ideally without heating it up if necessary, that doesn't require much prep or cleaning." For example, my family is two adults and one adolescent, none of us with major food allergens or aversions. If I were trying for a 72-hour food prep for us on the cheap with no cooking available I'd probably go with six cans of chunky soup, which I get for a dollar each on sale, three small jars of applesauce (smaller jars are better if you have no way to cool food), a box of saltine crackers, three cans of tuna, and a big box of granola bars if I could keep them out of reach of the kiddo long enough.

It's not fancy and it may not provide great long-term nutrition, but it's enough food to keep us alive for three days in a form that will hold in storage for 1-2 years without needing to rotate. Even on a very tight budget you can probably accumulate this much food in a pretty reasonable amount of time (and a lot of it is the sort of thing you might get from a food bank anyway!) For pet food, pack up three days worth of your pet's food, ideally in a glass jar but any sealed container will do, and add any cans of wet food they'd get as well.

Water is another big prepping topic that we're going to go easy-peasy on. You need, at minimum, a gallon of clean water per person per day, plus extra for cleaning and washing. Water is annoying to store and takes a lot of room, so for a quickie 3-day prep, minimizing water use is ideal. If you can scare up enough paper plates, cups and utensils to last you three days, you save ever having to wash dishes. If you can get hold of a pack of wet wipes, you reduce the amount of water for washing your body. If you can bring yourself to pee in the woods or at the very least let urine sit in the toilet unflushed, you save a HUGE amount of water on flushing.

For your water prep, you can use the bit-at-a-time strategy again. Every time you get groceries, try to bring home a gallon or two of purified drinking water. They should be very cheap, usually around 1.25 in my neck of the woods, and they last for awhile. If you have a few extra dollars, buy a flat of bottled water until you have at least three gallon containers and one 12-pack for each human member of your household Tuck them away somewhere out of direct sunlight, and rotate them regularly, taking out an old gallon and flat and replacing them with new every couple of months.

Once you have your basic setup, you can start thinking about getting fancier. There are ways to find things like camp stoves and water filters fairly cheaply, usually by hitting up garage sales or looking in the clearance sporting goods section when camping season is over, but that's basically gravy when compared to just having something to eat.

Next Time: Medicine and Power

[xiao-come-home]

Genshin + HSR men as dads;

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✰ Characters:

↳ Genshin: Ayato, Itto, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Zhongli, Xiao.

↳ HSR: Blade, Jing Yuan, Luocha.

✰ Words: 3,5k.

✰ SFW ; afab!reader, because pregnancy mentions. fluff.

Warnings: established relationship, the characters are reader's husbands, mentions of pregnancy, babies, ayato always ends up kinda horknee????? slight spoilers about blades past, not beta read THERES NO TIME FOR THAT

A/N: this is my first time writing for hsr and kaveh, but I tried my best </3 also I have work in 2h and I haven't slept yet. this is more important. pog also give me feedback if you like hsr pieces ;q;

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Ayato Kamisato:

he's such a girl AND boy dad you can't convince me otherwise. i just can't get that out of my head: imagine just chilling with your husband, you two enjoying some tea or coffee, while watching your children happily yell and play outside; ayato plays with your palm slightly, switching between rubbing it with his fingers and interlocking it, giving you occasional glances and tiny smiles.

ayato's definitely a strict parent, but wants his children to feel freedom - he does not force them to practice something they don't like, but teaches them necessary stuff they need to know if they are to be the future of the Kamisato clan.

he DEFINITELY had a boy first. and his son DEFINITELY looks like a perfect mixture of you two - he has ayato's eyes and hair type, but your hair color and smile.

your daughter, on the other hand, is exactly like ayato's copy, except with your personality - and he's extremely whipped for her. his little girl wanted to practice a new hairstyle with multiple pink hair clips? oh well, looks like he goes like this to his important meeting.

though, your son is just as mischievous as his father, if not worse - has probably trolled Itto more than once by the shy age of just three. he's also definitely interested in ayato and ayaka's battle styles, like hello??? HOW DO YOU JUST DISAPPEAR LIKE THAT??? AND TURN INTO SNOW??????

even though some fights between his children happen, as it's a thing you can't avoid - the big brother is very protective of his little sister and would do anything to make her happy! even if it means princess tea time. it reminds ayato of his, though not as fortunate, childhood memories with ayaka before she grew up to be the strongest woman and best auntie we know.

ayato probably teases you about wanting a third one, so they look like you this time. "say, darling, how about we get another little one?" feeling his smile, ayato whispers into your ear, "think about it, love," he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, "you just look so perfect I can't resist you."

Arataki Itto:

i do nOT care, his child is just as hyper as him. they're his absolute best buddy, partners in crime, you name it. but there's a plot twist - thank god your child thinks more often than their father AND stops him sometimes.

listen. absolute boy dad. his son is his pride and joy,he bragged so much about his boy to the point that Raiden Shogun herself heard about him.

so, remember itto being severely allergic to beans as an oni? his son absolutely loves beans and could eat them with no side effects. but itto being itto, prepares him meals with beans and takes it as a challenge. he just might cry, or throw up at worst. but hey, everything for his little sunshine.

^^your son absolutely cheers when he's making him dinner and suffering like?? "go dad! you're so awesome!" "yummy!" and itto's screaming back with tears dripping down his cheeks, "yes, YES!! THE BEST COOK OF INAZUMA, ARATAKI ITTO!"

itto prides himself in creating the most perfect small person to ever exist. your son inherited itto's golden heart and your brains (thank god). he's truly a ball of sunshine, and possibly the happiest and polite boy in Inazuma. with a pair of red horns just like his dad, red streaks in his hair and markings, itto's pupils and your eye color.

hear me out: total best pals with ayato's son. they love playing board games and battle onikabuto with each other, and much to itto's delight, his son is usually the winner, but the boys always politely thank each other for the game and move on.

your son is actually such a smooth talker to ayato's daughter to the point that he considers giving them a blessing and suffering being in-laws with itto.

he's also (great)grandma oni's favorite child now... he loves baking, cooking and sewing with her, and showing her his favorite onikabuto that you and itto let him keep as a pet!

itto's actually VERY down to have a few more kiddos if your pregnancy went well. he'd love a little girl to spoil his long hair, or maybe two. and two more sons so he wouldn't be lonely..

that time itto caught ushi sound asleep with his ball of sunshine next to him was the day he'll never forget. with tears in his eyes, he covered them in a warm blanket and let them snooze for a little more before bedtime.

Alhaitham:

literally no one, not even one soul knew that alhaitham has a child until they saw him walking a three-year-old. and the said child is probably the most behaved child that has ever been born.

seriously, your son is probably the smartest child ever. alhaitham, despite some worries, did and still does very well as a father - he began teaching him to talk earlier, he also seemed to have taken a liking to some instruments when he got older. the scribe's little one also enjoys it when his dad reads with him! be it alhaitham's books or fantasy ones, they have a special routine just for reading.

your son absolutely looks up to his father. when he sees him drafting some documents, his eyes shine with curiosity and adoration. alhaitham, can't help but smile slightly when he isn't looking.

nahida promoted alhaitham as the Acting Grand Sage. he promoted her as his babysitter.

^^but in a more serious tone, I genuinely think Nahida would be somewhat interested in your child - not in a negative light in any way, but.. it does make her wonder how a small child could be so smart. though his son has a long way to go and grow up, each year he manages to surprise her.

when his son is too bothered by the attention of other people, alhaitham gives him his noise-canceling headphones; they're a bit too big on him, but he appreciates it anyway.

alhaitham makes sure your son remembers his late grandmother, despite having not met her. even if the scribe does not consider himself a very emotional person, he wants the memory of her to live on.

he encourages his child to make his own decisions, too - just like he had that choice as well; if his son wants to break the ice and become more outgoing - alhaitham will not stand in his way. he wants him to grow up as the person he truly wants to be.

he definitely explained some god-tier science to his toddler son while holding him in his arms, receiving only some confusing "blah blag bwwwug" in return, watching him bite his tiny hand in happiness. he continued.

if there's something that alhaitham shares with his son, it's his love for naps. sometimes you all sleep together, and when it's time to wake up - both of them whine and your son snuggles up to his dad, to which your husband responds by getting his arm over the little one and giving you a small chuckle with one eye open, shortly before falling back asleep.

kaveh is your child's godfather. no, it wasn't his choice.

after a bit of hesitation and a lot of thoughts, he wouldn't mind to have another one; genders don't matter to him by any means, but I see him with yet another son :)

Kaveh:

kaveh and his twins could rival itto and his son's enthusiasm - it's what kaveh wants his kids to always remember - he wants them to enjoy every single bit of life, even if it's something simple.

the famous architect has decided to work hard to provide for you and the baby when you told him about the pregnancy- or, rather, about his future children; some of his work truly shone and got him quite a bit of attention, and therefore - a bunch of well-paid commissions.

kaveh has fought his empathy many times and tried not to overly spend money, which resulted in him being able to create and build your house that you share together; each of the twins has their own room, decorated according to their tastes.

your children have great emotional intelligence, just like your husband; if there's ever any conflict, they rather talk about it, than pout for hours, similar with you two. kaveh teaches them to always be honest, especially to themselves. they're also talented, but in different ways - your daughter seems to be fascinated by the role of the architect as well, but your son, regardless of what he's doing - he always makes sure it's perfect and polished as much as possible.

you cannot tell me this man doesn't do some kind of weekly family time - kaveh loves his family to the bone and would risk his life to protect you and your children with no hesitation. he's very involved in his children's lives and wants to be considered as their friend as well, not just a father; kaveh wants to know what they are interested in the moment, who they had their last beef with and who their crush is. he just really wants to gossip with them lol.

contrary to what a lot of people think, the twins and alhaitham's child(ren?) get along very well, and are aware they're just mirrors of each other. they can't however, understand how they managed to live together under one roof for so long... they never complain if they visit uncle alhaitham though, as he lets them search through his library so they can find out more about their interests.

in revenge, alhaitham is the godfather of the twins, just so you know.

Zhongli:

not only did he fall in love with you, but after hearing the cry of his little girl after she took her first-ever breath - zhongli fell in love once again.

he's so, so overprotective of his baby, regardless of her age. he's swooned by her - how tiny her fingers are compared to his when she finally grips them for the first time, how every month she looks even prettier than last one - he's always by her side, making sure she's the happiest she could possibly be.

since he has to sleep only once for a few days, he's willing to spend every second with her, especially after birth - zhongli also wants you to rest as much as you can, so you can both create memories together.

he most certainly takes her on a lot of walks with you when she gets older; not only around liyue harbor, but places dear to him and her only, if they discover one.

when your daughter grows up and begins to show interest in zhongli's hobbies, he smiles at her gently and sits her in his lap, only to start explaining it and feeding her curiosity; sometimes he has to stop himself for a moment to admire her twinkling eyes.

oh he DEFINITELY does her hair every morning. he's practiced on you before, having learned many new hairstyles to later on perform on your daughter; he carefully strokes her hazel hair with golden tips with a brush, feeling as he's almost watching his own in a mirror. sometimes, he adorns her hair with his own hairpin.

xiao was definitely the first person to know about your daughter. knowing that archon blood runs in her veins, he's less worried about being around her, therefore always more willing to spend time with her. both grow from this interaction - the little one knows how to protect herself (or to call uncle xiao when she's in trouble), and xiao understands small humans just a bit better.

zhongli's thrilled to know what her favorites are - no matter if it's tea, food or fabric, he has to know! perhaps they share the same favorites?

with the help of kamera, he's now able to immortalize the sight of you and your daughter. each birthday, he takes a picture and cherishes the young years of your baby, knowing they won't last long; erosion be damned, as long as he has the pictures - he'll always remember.

Xiao:

xiao was clueless. clueless and frightened. he wasn't supposed to have a child - with a mortal on top; albeit he tries to stay calm for your and baby's sake, he wants both of you to heal well.

it took quite a bit of time for xiao to fully embrace that he's a parent - and he adapted very well, having you by his side; the only worry that hasn't gone away is the thought of harming his daughter with his karmic debt.

but so far, the little one hasn't shown any signs of it, which makes xiao more than happy. she's yet another reason to warm his cold heart up, which he always compares to being engulfed by comfy scarf in the winter.

he automatically turns his head around whenever he hears her tiny little "tap taps" with her feet; not only does he find it adorable, but he knows she once again managed to lose her slippers and socks.

listen. she inherited the same diamond mark on her forehead - and he finally understands why you always insisted you liked kissing it for no reason.

he always. ALWAYS shares his almond tofu with his baby girl.. and she always makes a mess while eating it.. but it's worth it.

your daughter seemed to have taken a liking to watching finches from a distance; they always look for a nice spot in liyue plains, make a small picnic and feed the leftover bread to the birds. she finds them so adorable to the point that xiao was looking for a finch plushie for WEEKS. that made her good friends with qiqi, whom she tries to remember as "the finch friend."

Zhongli never says it out loud, but thinks of Xiao as his son. therefore, he finally earned a title of a grandpa (though unofficial). he's very proud to see Xiao stand up in a role of not only a protector of liyue, but the ones closest to him.

yes, your daughter actually calls morax himself, grandpa. (he doesn't correct her. ever)

imagine xiao with baby carrier. now you don't have to imagine it anymore.

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Blade:

don't even say he isn't a girl dad. HE IS.

he thinks he's a mere blade whose humanity has been lost hundreds of years ago - it's nothing more but a delusion in his mind. if that was the truth, why would he stay near his daughter's crib and watch her sleep peacefully, flinching when he saw her stir in her sleep?

she's absolutely not afraid of his cold, death stare, in fact - she looks at him back, waiting him to break first. just imagine a tiny baby eating a rice waffle, blade next to her and he just.. stares at her. but she stares at him back and eats the waffle like it's nothing.

your baby girl inherited blade's hair- or rather, yingxing's pearly white hair. he often pats her head gently and goes his hand through her hair, his eyes holding a tinge of bitterness and anger; not at her, however, but at the one he's after.

since blade spends most of his time on various missions with the stellaron hunters, he tries to make it up to your daughter by giving her gifts; hairpins, stickers (ekhem, silver wolf), coloring books, you name it. he slowly warms up to the idea of spending more quality time with her - after so many missions and the thought of his family waiting for him at home, his heart longs to see you again.

sometimes.. you can catch a faint smile on his lips when he plays with her. it's a sad smile - a smile yearning for it to happen back in simpler times, before getting reduced to a weapon, or perhaps in another lifetime.

he never admits it out loud, but he gets used to the new routine a bit too comfortably. before, when it was just you - in contrast to now, when he barely closes the front door and hears his daughter sprinting to him and clinging to his leg; he picks her up and feels her squishing her cheek against his while grinning. "welcome home, daddy!" are the first words he hears - and hopes to hear until it's his time to leave.

at times, blade becomes genuinely terrified - terrified of no longer craving death and wanting to stay. it sends him in so much emotional turmoil he starts to shake; how else do you process this? after so many years of attempting to look for that one thing that finally stops your breath, only to get swarmed by the thoughts of not wanting to leave your daughter behind? what if something happens to her and there's no one to help her?

there's a thing that I can't stop thinking about: I want to leave it up to you how you name your daughter, but I feel like blade would truly like the name Mari.

he lets her decorate him with stickers. it was silver wolf's idea.

Jing Yuan:

he was blessed with a daughter, as well. and then again. and then... again.

he absolutely adores his three little girls, hellO?!?!? but if you think about it, it makes sense - almost all of them took after his personality.

there is a mandatory nap for him and his girls that no one can disturb, unless the planet is on fire or someone got you mad. they all snore quietly while cuddling their dad, one of them on his chest, second on his stomach, and last one has her face somewhere next to his hair. makes you wonder how they got in these places, considering they started sleeping beneath a pink blanket decorated with lions.

speaking of lions, mimi claims your daughters as her cubs and does not let jing yuan take them away. she loves being pet and getting small kisses from them, there's no way she gives him that amount of attention back.

jing yuan loves your daughters to death and spoils them with absolutely EVERYTHING. new plushie? will be here in a few hours. a damned rock that's stupidly expensive, holds no value but one of them liked it? he'll take five. hell, he might even buy them a dog or another lion and hope for easy consequences from you.

he's slightly scared of how fast his oldest got so good at chess.

the girls get very upset when someone mentions they have no older brother - after all, how could they forget about yanqing?

there is a high chance of him losing one of them at home. they're walking, he turns around and.. suddenly the math doesn't add up..

if it's princess tea time, it is princess tea time. fu xuan either becomes a princess or comes back later.

even though they sometimes bring a lot of trouble, jing yuan always tells them to appreciate you - when it's mother's day, they all sit down and prepare a gift for you, same for your birthday; your special days will never go unnoticed.

probably wouldn't mind having another child, but is fully prepared for another girl lol.

Luocha:

he fathered a beautiful boy and girl a few years after. none of them were planned, but very welcome by both of you.

he's.. such a doting father. he always takes care of his children well, shows them affection - especially as small babies, he can't get over their chubby cheeks and peppers them with kisses, so he could hear them giggle.

in general, I think he just. can't get enough of them when they're toddlers or even younger. he loves holding them. he loves seeing his tiny babies get curious when he prepares medicine. he loves when they extend their hand to him for seemingly no reason, so he has an opportunity to give it a kiss. ARGH

he's thrilled to share his medical knowledge with his kids, if one shows interest in it!

luocha's definitely the one to style his babies' hair, I mean have you seen this man's gorgeous locks???? he's also the one to cut it if they don't like it long.

this isn't really about the children themselves, but.. he's just so grateful that you brought them into this world?? and he makes sure you know it every day, be it through actions or words. when you gave birth to your daughter, he held her in her hands and approached you from behind, leaning down and planting a chaste kiss on your cheek. "love, she's so wonderful, thank you for your hard work. I can't stop looking at her, and I wouldn't have that opportunity if I didn't meet you. I've never been more happy to meet such a person like you."

just like kaveh, he wants to be very involved in their lives. he always asks them about their day in school, if they made any friends. luocha also tries to be stern and has only one expectation as a father - he wants them to have a good, comfortable life, in which he'll assist in achieving as long as they need.

your son is very, very talkative with his dad and they could converse for hours. like for real. he's so smart, luocha is more than happy to broad his horizons, even in topics of lesser importance.

[shveris]

my jjk headcanons, part 3

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part 1

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satoru’s favorite color can only be seen with the six eyes. he’s tried explaining it to his peers multiple times but it just left him frustrated and everyone else very confused like “wdym you can see different colour spectrums????”

modern!au sukuna calls the number on missing animal posters, imitates the noise of the animal that’s missing and then hangs up (he does the same with missing children ones, too, if he’s feeling particularly unhinged)

modern!au yuuji has a letterboxd account and his reviews are the funniest shit you’ll ever read

he does the same with steam game reviews, too, and at some point dragged megumi and nobara into his shenanigans as well

first year suguru said “eat the rich” and satoru asked “why do you wanna eat me????” (shoko cried tears of laughter). this is how suguru found out satoru’s a nepo baby

adult satoru brings nanami cds and vinyls from emo/alt/rock bands as souvenirs whenever he has missions abroad. nanami keeps telling him to stop but the first thing he does when he arrives home is listen to them

nanami is also who megumi got his taste of music from since nanami babysat the fushiguro siblings some times when they were younger

cult leader suguru calls shoko whenever he gets a serious injury and asks her to come over and heal it (she gets there as fast as she can)

quitting smoking was very rough on shoko but babysitting the fushiguro siblings and studying for her medical license was a great distraction

modern!au choso doesn’t have the tattoo/mark over the bridge of his nose, instead it’s just a huge scar he got as a kid during some accident

megumi likes listening to rain sounds while falling asleep

satoru’s a little (read: huge) nerd. his bookshelves are filled with lectures and studies about physics and math theories, documentations of all kinds of natural sciences, he keeps up to date with everything in the field and even peeked into biographies of big science people

despite satoru and suguru being very cat-coded, shoko is actually more of a dog person (how does she put up with them? we’ll never know)

nobara regularly uses megumi and yuuji to test out her new nail polishes. she’d wipe it off for them after but at some point neither of them cared anymore so the boys just run around with colourful nails some times

when we see sukuna eat popcorn and drink soda during his fight with mahoraga, it’s because he saw yuuji eat/drink all those things while he was in satoru’s basement. he got curious and wanted to try himself but we saw how that ended

an addition to the hc above, sukuna also has forgotten the flavours and textures of all kinds of foods. modern era foods would really mess with his taste buds because heian period food wasn’t particularly known to be as flavourful as it is today + they didn’t really use oil back then. sukuna would certainly be insanely overwhelmed if given a modern meal

this is not really a headcanon but also not canon because gege never specified it: only cursed spirits can see sukuna’s tattoos. there’s several indications in both manga and anime that humans & shamans alike cannot see the tattoos (correct me if i’m wrong) but in season 2 jogo’s inner monologue proves that he can see them. i’d like to think it must be because he’s a cursed spirit, which means all cursed spirits (or high ranked ones) are able to see the marks

when satoru held yuuji in that basement for two months, yuuji taught him how to cook because “sensei, you’re an adult. how do you not know how to make tamagoyaki??? we can’t order takeout twice a day!” (yes yuuji, he can, he’s gojo fucking satoru, he has a black card and swims in money)

yuuji is good at every sports, even the ones he’s never played before

[korasonata]

Was bored and also procrastinating other things, so have a ranked list of Hermits based on whether I think they can cook or not for funsies. Vibes only.

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Beef: The expert. Is well versed in almost all manners of cooking, and is an extremely skilled chef, particularly with regards to meat dishes, and is a particularly skilled butcher.

TFC: Also up there with Beef, but TFC is also a master of rare ingredients. He’s good at foraging, and he uses ingredients in his cooking that aren’t typically used in just every day life. His techniques may seem a bit primitive, but they are highly effective and his style of cooking might be called simple food made complicated.

Stress: Also a very good cook who puts a lot of emphasis on nutrition. She makes meal plans and prepares a lot of her food at the beginning of the week, and her cooking always makes sure to include a balanced diet. She enjoys cooking and likes to have fun with it. Makes a killer roast chicken.

Impulse: Is surprisingly good at home style cooking. He doesn’t make anything fancy or anything, and his presentation is always a little sloppy, but his food at least tastes good.

Cub: Doesn’t cook much, but when he does he is actually secretly a very good chef. He cooks for himself a lot, but it’s only once in a blue moon that someone else gets to eat his food.

Wels: Is a decent chef, but is incapable of cooking for a single person. He makes way too much food every time and is incapable of portioning, and as such he is the direct inverse of Cub, and he never cooks for himself if he’s alone. Is also very good at desserts.

Ren: Has a bottomless pit of a stomach. Has a big appetite and loves all food and really enjoys big dinner feasts. Is also good with cooking meat specifically. He has a special smoking method that is a real crowd pleaser. Is also good with basic rice bowls and his cooking tastes very homely.

Gem: Is good at treating fish specifically. Also anything involving wild game. Like TFC she is very good at foraging and using ingredients found in the forest. Her cooking is a bit unrefined, but has a very light, refreshing sort of feel to it.

Cleo: An average cook, but is very good at a few specific dishes. (As a side note I’ve actually tried one of Cleo’s recipes that she talked about on stream and it is literally the greatest thing ever, I made it once and people request it all the time)

Joe: Is good at making drinks specifically. He makes a mean margarita and is good at making mixed drinks and cocktails, but otherwise is an average chef with regards to food. Makes very good nachos though.

Doc: Like Cleo, Doc is good at making a few very specific dishes. He makes several German specialties and is also very good at treating vegetables, but outside of these specialties he is rubbish.

Bdubs: Stereotypical grill dad. At least he thinks so. His seasonings consist almost exclusively of basic spices. Meat is the only thing he cooks, but otherwise possesses no real flare for cooking. Despite this, he thinks very highly of his skills, and the food he puts out isn’t bad really, so the Hermits still let him cook every once in a while.

Scar: Scar always tries his absolute best, and his cooking swings wildly from perfection to the most disgusting thing you’ve ever eaten in your life. There is no in between. It’s 50/50 what you’re going to get, but he has fun either way.

Jevin: makes a mean Mac and cheese, but outside of this, he is a very basic cook. He makes himself sandwiches and grilled cheese and maybe some pasta, but otherwise doesn’t cook much else.

Hypno: Ok. He can kill something and cook it, but he’s not the best butcher and his food is just kind of thrown together. There’s no real theme to any plate he puts out. He’s half decent with seasonings and spices though.

XB: Can make fried rice and that’s about it.

Keralis: Can copy other people’s dishes when given instructions, but when left alone has no idea what he’s doing.

False: Doesn’t really cook much. She probably could, but most of the time she’s after something quick and easy. Whenever she gets hungry she just grabs an apple from the bowl or eats whatever leftovers are in the fridge cold.

Etho: Lives almost exclusively off of instant ramen.

Zedaph: treats the kitchen like a chemistry lab and anyone eating is a test subject. He’s not allowed in the kitchen very often.

Xisuma: This man could burn juice. I don’t know how, but he’d do it. He is a sopping wet cat in the kitchen. He’s the type that tries to cook but fails so miserably that every time he just ends up making a bowl of cereal for himself instead.

Grian and Pearl: have cooking battles competing over who can make the most disgusting dish. Grian is like the little toddler that always wants to help but is so bad that no one will let him. He’s also always the one standing over your shoulder and sneaking bites of things when you turn your back. Pearl can’t cook herself, but she has good knife skills so she is often allowed to help out with the prep work.

Mumbo: Will eat anything and everything you throw in front of him. He does not care. He also does not cook at all. When left to fend for himself he demolishes the kitchen by eating every raw ingredient in the pantry. This man would eat a sack of flour if you let him.

Tango: This man does not eat unless you make him. You have to physically drag him to the table to get any kind of nourishment, but he is always very appreciative of other peoples cooking.

Iskall: Orders takeout exclusively.

[giamee]

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

ཐི♡ཋྀ featuring -> blade, gepard

ཐི♡ཋྀ contains -> mentions of depression/low mood, more blade bias teehee

ཐི♡ཋྀ gia's notes -> i kinda based these off of my own experiences with depression, so hopefully it's at least a little relatable. i tried not to romanticise it too much. also disclaimer i am fully aware that the stuff i talk about in here isn't a cure-all for depression, but i did focus on a less severe characterisation of it in this. hope that's ok anon

ཐི♡ཋྀ request -> anon: hi!!! really loved your roommate thing for har, literally makes me smile may i request blade or/and gerard with reader who got depression? even if you don’t like the idea it’s fine, hope you have great time <3

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ BLADE

-hm ok to be honest blade seems rather emotionally repressed

-so it may take a while for him to pick up on signs of you starting to get into a depressive episode

-he’s busy with being a  stellaron hunter, and he isn’t exactly the most frequent texter, but he’ll still notice a change in your texting style as the time between your replies increases while the length of them keeps getting shorter

-maybe you were busy? even though it may sting a little to see his last message still unanswered as he’s holed up somewhere on another planet, he still can’t help but worry for you, though he may not outwardly admit it

-and that spurs him on to finish elio’s mission for him even quicker so he can get back home to you

-when he returns, he may be a bit confused due to your seeming apathy

-he had missed you, and he didn’t want to be the one to cave and say it out loud

-but at your mustered smile and hollow sounding greeting, that’s when things start to click and blade may realise what’s going on

-personally i feel like blade’s love language is acts of service/physical touch

-and man’s just come back from a mission

-he’s dirty, he’s hungry, and he’s tired

-so he decides to deal with those issues with you in that exact order

-cue him running a bath and then convincing you to get in with him on the ground of him “getting lonely” without anyone there, making you crack a little smile at his antics

-the warmth of the water and his solid chest against your back is a soothing sensation, and neither of you voice how tender his touches are as he lathers your hair, fingers carefully detangling any knots as he rests his weight against you

-it’s a peaceful affair, and you can feel yourself begin to warm, with the weight that you previously weren’t even aware of beginning to lift off of your chest as you filled the silence of the bathroom with some hushed conversation with blade

-he asks you how your day was, listening to your hesitant recollection with his chin is tucked over your shoulder, his arms encircling you as he listens to your voice and hums occasionally, basking in your presence

-when the water begins to run cold, blade’s offering you his clothes to change into, leading you by the hand to your shared bedroom, and it’s touching to see just how much care he puts into your wellbeing when it’s him who’s just come back from a dangerous mission

-up next is finding something to eat

-the uncharacteristically soft behaviour of blade is continued as he rummages around the fridge, cursing under his breath when he realises that he'll have to make a shopping list

-he still manages to find enough ingredients to make some sort of meal, and though he's not a cook by any means, it's definitely edible and the distant growl of your stomach suggests that maybe you were feeling hungry after all

-you're leaning against one of the counters, watching your boyfriend's back in quiet awe as he continues to cook, the simple black cotton of his shirt stretching across his broad shoulders practically inviting you to wrap your arms around him

-you've never been one to resist such an offer, and you find yourself shyly walking up to him, letting the side of your face rest against his spine

-blade almost immediately relaxes into your embrace, continuing his ministrations while you mumble a muffled "thank you" into the fabric covering his back

-you don't need to clarify what you're thankful for, and blade has always been one to speak more through his actuons than words

-he pauses for a second, turning to flick your forehead gently

-"don't get all soft on me now"

-you feel your eyes well up with appreciation for your boyfriend, squeezing him a little tighter to yourself as he turns back around, feeling his hand do the same to yours where it rests on his stomach

-"yeah, yeah. now let's eat, hmm?"

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ GEPARD

-another emotionally repressed king 😍

-i feel like in terms of noticing that something's up with you he would be worse than blade

-mr landau is a bit of a workaholic, and he's guilty of using it as a coping mechanism when he can feel himself start to slip

-he will run off of denial and caffeine and just force himself to keep working, resulting in a general lack of awareness in spotting when he or others are struggling

-so really, the dots that he should connect with how you've been acting recently take a little longer than they should be

-he's mentioning to serval how you seem to be the polar opposite of him recently, acting a lot more withdrawn and apathetic in general

-and serval is just blinking at him and wondering how dense her younger brother can be

-reprimands him and tells him that this is a conversation he should be having with you, and not her

-and with a little guidance, gepard is sat in front of you and asking if anything's wrong and if so what he can do to help

-and initially, you're not really sure yourself

-you know that you don't feel the same as usual, but you tend to just go with the motions and wait it out

-and gepard furrows his brows when he hears this

-poor guy has no idea how to handle this without direction

-so he does some research and makes some notes on ways he can help you because he loves you

-and next thing you know his late working hours and overtime have turned into getting home before the sun goes down

-resulting in him having enough energy to do something with you and spend some quality time together, whether that be a date night in or just cooking a meal together

-and funnily enough, gepard notices not only a slight improvement in your overall mood, but in his as well

-with all those tips and tricks of maintaining a routine, he was glad to see your shared efforts come into fruition

-he almost felt his heart combust when you told him that being around him makes you feel better

-man is whipped he will walk the ends of the earth just to see you happy

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 IF YOU LIKED THIS, TRY: fade into you!

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[oraclefreak]

[ao3]

First year Ruggie Bucchi worked himself to the bone too much.

CW: Fainting, starving, some hints of Ruggie's past, overworking (and physical consequences of that)

A/N: This has some grains of my own personal headcanons for Ruggie.

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For most people, doing “nothing” would be picking up their hobbies, like writing, drawing or playing videogames. For some people the expression “doing nothing” means that they aren’t doing anything important nor productive at the moment, which could serve as time to do some tasks; but they choose not to.

For Ruggie, there wasn’t really a “doing nothing” state in him. His body would always move while doing chores. His ears would always be alert in case he sensed danger or someone approaching him. His mind would always be full on what to do later, what to do next, and lastly what he’s doing now. He was always standing, never dozing off too much and never allowing himself to be too comfortable at times.

But this was one of those days that he really needed to think nothing.

Ruggie wasn’t an overthinker; he is a schemer, and someone raised by survival. His thoughts were never easy to read to other people, and Ruggie had picked that ability of not showing and telling from all he had gone through.

His mind was tranquil as long as he had something to eat. No one lives if they don’t eat. It’s a basic human need after all; hundreds of centuries back, humans still had to hunt in order to survive.

But during someone’s hunt season, it is someone else’s prey season.

Ruggie knew he wasn’t the strongest out of everyone. He was smaller than all of his dormmates, even the younger ones. He didn’t mind being tiny; his size wasn’t an issue, perhaps more of a consequence.

The hyena beastman stumbled slightly as he walked through the school corridors. It was common in him, really. His walking sometimes seemed unorganized, unpredictable… Like he could be either planning nothing or everything at the same time. Perhaps it was part of his “don’t show, don’t tell” mechanism.

He noticed people surrounding him, obviously all of them being newly familiar faces. Ruggie knew what was going around him every day, but today it seemed like he was slowly being distanced from the floor.

He could’ve thought about what was happening to him, but he was incredibly exhausted of thinking. Reality was that he didn’t need much inspection to know what happened.

Ruggie had once again not eaten enough.

It was common for him to not have much money. In fact, he was the most broke student of all NRC, and he was barely in his first year.

His routine to know how to get food was easy. He could fetch a lot of cooking ingredients in his own dorm, plus he actually had to cook for Leona very often and most times he separated a portion of the food for himself. He would also resort to stealing some things, obviously from people he knew were well accommodated financially – he wouldn’t dare to steal mindlessly like he’d done several times before arriving campus.

But his plan was damaged when he doze off for a couple of days.

First, when he cooked Leona’s meal he could feel a bit out of place. He realized the beef had finished cooking long ago, but his mind was in another place. As soon as he smelled a different smell than his usual cooked meals, he turned the stove off like it was a command from his own hand and not a stimulus provoked by his brain.

Leona had began complaining soon after, and Ruggie didn’t get time to cut himself a piece.

A day after that one, the hyena beastman started feeling slower, which wasn’t normal at all coming from him. He realized he had to do something about it because if he wasn’t fast enough to steal or looked intimidating enough for people to fear him, he wouldn’t be able to get food in the quickest way.

His daily chore of buying Leona’s lunch was insanely difficult because of his lack of agility when having low energy. He didn’t get his favorite thing from the cafeteria, so he settled with a close second, and realized the money left to buy something for himself was little.

Or, well, it might’ve been little for anyone, but for Ruggie it was like a miracle he could afford a donut. At least it was his favorite food, right?

Leona didn’t complain much anyway, if anything he accepted the food without looking because he was just sleeping.

A Ruggie in a better state would ask him if he would go to class at least, and maybe also mumble under his breath that Leona was just as lazy as ever.

But Ruggie didn’t feel like doing anything today, so even the usual was tiring.

After chewing the donut for a while longer than it could’ve, Ruggie felt like he had enough in order to survive P.E. It wasn’t his worst subject, in fact, Ruggie was athletic and he could do just fine. But even the easiest things are harder to do with an empty stomach.

After the class, he felt a migraine incoming. Maybe it was from all the yelling everyone did, maybe a brute movement while he flied on his broom.

He could just grab the first-aid kit in his dorm and get an ibuprofen. But, once again, Ruggie was too tired to even do it.

He collected pieces of clothing around the public area of Savanaclaw, most of them being Leona’s. He then put them all to wash.

Between the washing machine and a cupboard, there was a tiny space, just little enough for him to fit.

Perhaps it was because of the exhaustion, but Ruggie couldn’t help it but sit down at that tiny space. The only noise covering his ears was the washing machine’s, and maybe it didn’t hit close to home, but he was already used to it since he had to wash clothes every day.

It was just a weird day.

Ruggie Bucchi, tired. So exhausted that he couldn’t even lift a finger and thieve something that wasn’t his.

Way to go.

He couldn’t doze off much more and he knew. But the dissociation was so intense he could feel his vision become partially black. He could feel his shoulders were too heavy. His migraine started propagating to every part of his head, which also didn’t feel very light.

A lazy “ah” came out of his mouth before he felt he was no longer sensing anything, not even the washing machine’s sound.

[...]

Ruggie felt someone shaking him, but he didn't even bother to open his eyes, they were too heavy. He could also listen someone calling out to him, and saying something inaudible to someone else.

Just how much time did he lose because he felt too tired?

Ruggie didn't like people caring after him, he could do it himself. It was hypocrite of him to think that he could survive all by himself if he wasn't paying attention to everything. How foolish he was, sensing danger at the last minute and giving in.

Another lazy, but this time shaky sound came out of his mouth -- like he attempted to talk, but given his state he was only able to mumble incoherent words.

He'd be back on track in no time. He would become better at this. He would...

But he can't right now.

Give Ruggie Bucchi some time, he'll make a name out of himself. But for now he is only a poor, broke freshman.

[nerdygaymormon]

Final Session, Nov 2024

In May 2023 I was diagnosed with an eating disorder and began therapy. I binge and I chew & spit, or rather I did. Over the past 20 months I've managed to overcome this disordered eating. It's been quite a journey and I've learned a lot about the how's and why's and my long history with disordered eating.

I go to a facility associated with a university and I see students who are overseen by a licensed psychologist. It means every semester I see a different therapist (it also means I pay bargain rates). It's been interesting to see so many therapists and their different approaches and how their personality and viewpoint makes a big difference in the way the sessions go.

At my previous session, we spoke about the hurricane, the stress of it and losing power for days and how my eating behavior changed. I turned to comfort foods and I couldn't cook so lots of canned and instant foods. However, within a week I was back onto more healthy eating and back to cooking several meals in one go and storing them in the fridge.

At the end of that session, the therapist asked if it would be alright if he read my blog post from 2017 which went viral and outed me to everyone. I've referenced it several times, it is clear it was an important moment for me and had a big impact on my life. Tbh, his request surprised me and felt invasive. I know that reading the blog post would then give him access to read the rest of my blog. Of course I talk about a lot of private things with him that I don't share on my blog but in my sessions with him I hadn't really discussed my current relationship with church and faith. I gave him the links to the blog post because he had a good reason for wanting to read it and I've learned my anxiety often senses danger where there isn't any.

I arrived for my current session and the therapist came to the lobby to bring me back, and he was dressed in a way that accentuated his body (he must be a weightlifter). I was walking behind him noticing his bubble butt and I thought to myself, "I don't know if I can meet with a therapist I find attractive." 😅

When we got to the room, he told me he read my blog post, it seems like it was a beautiful experience. Then he asked me what is my current relationship with this church and faith? I shared that there's a difference in my belief and actions. My beliefs have changed so much over the past few years, even as I continue going to church. He asked if I still hold the position I did in the blog post (stake executive secretary). I indeed do have that position. I shared that the calling often gives me a chance to be at church without actually attending the worship service, or even when i do go to the worship service I don't go to Sunday School, instead I go do an office to do this position.

He asked why I still go because it sounds like I'd rather not be there. I know that it seems contradictory, but it's not a simple choice of go or not, it affects other things. When the blog post went viral in 2017 and basically outed me to everyone, I had siblings say that access to see their children was dependent on me remaining in church. My mom is homophobic and me going to church helps keep the peace. To stop going to church comes with some big consequences. He looked stunned and asked if they really gave ultimatums like that. Yes they did, so if that's their position, does that mean I wouldn't be welcome at family gatherings, will it be me or them & their kids?

Plus, I live in the same house as my parents. Were I to not go to church, that would likely cause tension. I've looked at moving out but apartment rents are wildly high and would take a lot of my income. Just explaining that there's a lot of layers to consider to this decision. Also, it's not like any organization is all good or all bad, there are some positive things about church and this community, I have many friends there.

I know I am not supposed to live my life for them, it is MY life, yet I love and want to be part of my family. It feels like I have been set on a branch of the family tree and told it's up to me whether I want to use the saw to cut myself off from them. Because of that, most of them don't know much of anything that goes on in my life because I don't share with them, I don't think they'd welcome hearing about it since it's related to me being gay. I have another side of my life with gay and queer friends. I am involved in organizations for queer people. I have two sides to my life that often don't feel like they fit together.

Then on top of that, this election scares me. Project 2025 has very anti-queer goals and many of those people will be in government trying to move those goals forward. When I woke up Wednesday morning to see the winner of the election, I took some deep breaths, I didn't turn on the news or listen to any podcasts, I ate a healthy breakfast and went to work. I don't have the emotional bandwidth right now to do more than take care of myself.

I thought to myself that I have lived through worse. No matter how much they try to roll back LGBTQ rights, it won't go all the way back to where it used to be. But with that said, it will be a struggle because we've gotten used to the better climate, to being able to be out and open, to having legal protections that others take for granted. So much of queer rights have come from the Supreme Court, and with President Trump likely getting to name several more justices to that court, I foresee them undoing those rights, and the legislature and president won't fight to restore those rights through legislation.

I was 25 years old when the Supreme Court ruled that laws can't target queer people to restrict them and their rights, that laws couldn't exempt queer people from protections that other people get. I was 32 years old when sodomy laws were struck down by the Supreme Court, which means I spent over half my life with gay relationships being illegal. It was less than 10 years ago that the Supreme Court decided I could get married and only 4 years ago when it decided employees couldn't be fired simply for being gay and trans. It's the court which has step-by-step allowed me the opportunity to live life similar to non-queer citizens, and now I fear it can take that away.

I can't change or fix any of that. Whether it's my family, my church, my government, I will have to deal with the fallout from just trying to live a normal life, the kind of life that other people feel so entitled to that they don't ever contemplate what if that was not possible for them.

I think I'm clear-eyed on what my options are and the consequences of them. Sure, I've kicked the can down the road about my family and my church because there's sure to be a lot of negative consequences, but it can't wait forever. Over the past 7 years since my blog post went viral, I've gone to therapy and built a better foundation for myself. I've dealt with social anxiety, low self esteem, internalized homophobia, eating disorders, generalized anxiety, and processing trauma. I've built a community of queer friends. The reason I work at a university is because 20 years ago they offered partner benefits so I knew if they found out I am gay, I would be okay. I have a foundation that let's me now think about making some of the hard choices I must face.

I arrived for this session thinking it would be pretty upbeat and light as it's my last time seeing this therapist. The semester is ending and his rotation here will soon be over. He responded that he's glad I brought this up. He and his supervisor were discussing me and agree that it's time to end my therapy. Unless there's been a change since our last session and I've relapsed, they feel I have the internal tools to move forward without their help. This therapist was here for the Summer and Fall, so I've seen him for 6 months, and he said it's been a pleasure to see me succeeding.

It was my response to the hurricane last month, how I turned to comfort food and seemed to go off track, but then snapped back into a routine of meal prep and healthier eating, that led him to believe I was ready to move forward, that I'd really overcome the eating disorder.

I replied that I don't know if "overcome" is the right word. My experience with other mental health disorders is they're like seeds in the ground that from time to time will try to sprout, and I have to choose not to let them grow. He responded that he likes another metaphor, that we've been installing lights in a house, and now the living areas, bathroom, and bedrooms are brightly lit, yet there's the basement, maybe some rooms in the corner that are still dark, but we don't have to go there, and at some point maybe I'll install lights in those places, too. However I want to think about it, I am ready to go forward. I did the work and should be proud of what I've accomplished.

As I walked out to my car, I was overwhelmed by emotions. I think I should have felt like celebrating, but instead the feelings I've had from this journey all came rushing back. It was a lot, so many feelings jumbled together.

I again felt stunned at being officially diagnosed. I felt disgust that I choose to still be part of an institution that has hurt me so much. I felt thankful for having friends who I could share about this. I felt shame at what I’ve done to my body. I felt compassion for myself when I understood my body & mind did this to help me survive. I felt the discomfort of sitting in body positivity classes being asked to share very personal thoughts and feelings with others. I felt the shock at realizing I engaged in disordered eating every single day. I felt the curiosity and wonder when I learned how I used different foods for different reasons and how disordered eating was a way for my body & mind to deal with a variety of things. I felt sad for teenager me who used to self harm, and when he stopped doing that he then turned to disordered eating to deal with the feelings about the situation he was in. I felt scared as to whether I could really change. I felt satisfaction at knowing I made choices and was moving forward. There was a sense of safety at knowing I had professionals on my team helping me and also feeling loss that they won’t be there in the future.

It was all these feelings & more, and it was overwhelming.

I cried and let myself feel all this, and somehow crying led to a feeling of relief, it wasn't until later that I realized that I didn't even think of engaging in disordered eating in response to those feelings. It made a nice bookend as 22 months ago when I first met with a therapist about this, I left the clinic and drove to grocery store to buy food to eat in my car because of how intense it felt to talk about these things.

[skulls-soul]

I always see that Luigi is very passionate about cooking and how he is an absolutely amazing cook and I love that! like Luigi being an amazing chef, that’s some good shit right there

With that said imagine with me, Bowser does the cooking for his kids and he’s actually a pretty decent cook as well. reckon he’s not as good as Luigi, but he can still make a mean dish!

How does Luigi find this out? simple! the kids were in charge with dealing with Luigi while Bowser commands his army to stop Mario from coming. you know, the whole ~shebang~ but because Luigi is the one that was kidnapped Mario is extra furious so Bowser is putting extra attention on trying to stop Mario or slow him down so that way he can get the castle prepared.

Because of this Bowser can’t cook for his kids so the kids take it upon themselves to make their own food as well as their prisoner some food as well.

Luigi sat down on the dining room table where Bowser and the kooplings usually eat. Luigi was told to sit and wait for his food and to not move a muscle though even if he did it’s not like he can move very far since there is a very heavy steel ball chained to his leg

If Luigi had known that his several attempts of trying to escape would lead him to having this thing attached to him he probably would’ve still tried escaping but stop around round four instead, so that way he could still keep his very limited freedom.  

No matter it could be worse he could’ve been refused to be given dinner speaking of dinner the koopalings Walk in each carrying a plate that seems to be spaghetti. Ludwig the oldest carrying an extra plate with him and placing it in front of Luigi

At first glance Luigi could immediately tell that this isn’t going to be the best of dinners the sauce itself looks like if just a single tomato was squished between someone’s hands and then placed on the plate while the noodles seem to be both over cooked and undercooked at upon taking a bite he immediately tastes absolutely nothing it doesn’t taste like anything he’s pretty sure that there isn’t even salt in it

Luigi gave The food the benefit of the doubt maybe that’s just how they liked things here slightly over cooked slightly undercooked and severely plain but when Luigi looks up and sees all the kids trying their best to force down the food Luigi guesses that this isn’t how it’s meant to be.

He goes on to asking the koopalings who made this or who was in charge of dinner and almost immediately all of them deflated the eldest speaks up and saying that they all tried their best at making something edible but they’re not used to cooking. their dad is the one Who usually cooks and he has yet to teach them.

Luigi is surprise that bowser cooks “don’t you guys have like chefs” and they do but Ludwig mentions how the chefs are usually busy preparing meals for the servants and the army plus Bowser enjoys cooking for his family

 this would immediately gain brownie points for Bowser in Luigis heart especially since Luigi himself also enjoys cooking for his family since he cooks for Mario all the time. once the kids find that out they immediately shove Luigi into the kitchen asking him to make them something that’s actually edible

And so Luigi gets to work. the children will see Luigi master chef skills, all seem to be entranced by the way that he cooks and once the food was done and the kids have tried it they declared Luigi as their personal chef for whenever Bowser doesn’t have time to cook for them.

A couple of days will go by until one dinner time after Luigi is completely done cooking and the kids and him are sitting chatting away eating Bowser comes in saying “I finished my work early have you guys eaten” to only then immediately stop and see the food in front of him. surprised about how edible it looks.

Bowser asks the kids if they made this trying a piece of the food himself stealing from Luigi‘s plate not wanting to take from any of his kids. All of the kids would immediately shake their head and one of them would speak up saying that it was actually Luigi who cooked for them

bowser turns to Luigi with a surprise expression “this is pretty good have you been cooking for them every time” bowser asks and Luigi will answer with just a simple nod Bowser with then fairy surprisingly thank Luigi saying how he was worried that the kids would be eating nothing but cereal or the microwavable‘s

also imagine if bowser knows how to bake because he wanted to show off to princess peach because he knows that she likes baked goods since it’s common within mushroom folk so as a little thank you gift for Luigi he’ll bake him some thing and he’ll be a little insecure about it seeing as how The princess never really tried any of his baked goods

Luigi unable to say no especially when someone cooked something or baked something for him ends up trying some and it’s absolutely delicious reckon it’s not the best like peaches desserts and Luigi himself can think of a couple of ways to improving the brownie before him but all in all it was still pretty delicious to the point in where he took one more

Bowser would be completely surprised with us and flattered but did not show his emotions because he definitely doesn’t care about what Luigi thinks of his baking absolutely not he’ll end up bloating (I think the word is like he’ll give himself some compliments) being like sucks for peach she’s missing out on some delicious brownies and stuff like that

“yeah you’re right these are really good she did miss out” luigi says in agreement

[luminouslywriting]

just read your domestic Buck headcanons and I LOVE them 🥰 i'd be interested to know more about the kitchen sex and praise

Ooh I am just loving getting these asks!! Keep sending them my way because I really do enjoy them! You're all so lovely! Again, please note I don't write full smut, but this one was a little fun haha! Hopefully it was what you were looking for!

Warning: Spice below the cut haha!

-Gale has long and hard days at work and if he comes home and you're in the kitchen....it's just a recipe for disaster and spice, let me be the first to say!

-Because it goes one of two ways—

Gale comes home and literally just stops you in the middle of whatever you're doing (whether it be cutting vegetables, setting the table, pouring a drink, it does not matter what it is), and in that nice voice of his goes, "Honey, I'm starving."

-IT IS NOT FOR FOOD BABE

-If he's in that sort of a mood, things get carried away awful fast and the kitchen will need a deep cleaning

-You can forget about cooking if that's the sort of mood that he's in because he's going to be feasting on you minimum 4-5 times before the clock has even hit 9 pm.

-It's in these sorts of moods that he wants to focus entirely on you and losing himself IN YOU

-Man's has been working hard and doing his best to provide for you and sometimes, it's more of a present and a treat for him to get to spoil you in this way than for you to pleasure him

-That means he's absolutely not letting you get handsy while he's being handsy and mouthy haha

-He draws those orgasms OUT and yes, several a meal has been burned or discarded in the Cleven household over this

-You could be attempting to stop the fire on the stove and that man wouldn't even remove his right hand from you while the left attempts to put out the fire haha

2. It's a softer version of this—but essentially, if you're in the kitchen and you're eating or you're cooking, he likes to watch you

-Gale is a really observant person and he internalizes a lot of his feelings and so he'll watch you very lovingly doing things

-A lot of the time, this ends in him hugging you from behind or wanting to dance with you in the kitchen

-Or if you're both eating and he's feeling particularly clingy that day, he'll just pull you into his lap and you'll have to move your food to adjust to said demands

-These are all things that have led to some spicer situations in said kitchen

Other notes about the kitchen:

-Places that have needed to be sanitized: Against the fridge, the floor, atop the countertop, atop the dinner table, the dining room chairs, pretty much any available counter space that exists, the door to the kitchen, etc.

As for the praise thing haha:

-I just really believe that he's a very soft-spoken man who doesn't verbalize a lot, so it's important to him in sex to let you know how beautiful and loved and important you are

-Yes, he definitely says, "Good girl," multiple times

-Doesn't really swear during sex but has when things have gotten to be overstimulating for either of you haha

-If you have insecurities about a certain portion of your body, you best believe that he's taking the time during sex to reassure you that he wholeheartedly knows that you're beautiful and loves every single part of yourself

-He might even make you do positive affirmations about your body afterwards just to make sure the lessons have sunk in

-If not.....😌 then he's about to have a great time teaching you how to love yourself more

[ciaossu-imagines]

Can you do the following prompts for Haikyuu!!

H: trusts their horoscope the most.

K: is the most skilled in the kitchen.

T: is the most terrifying.

Z: gets the most overzealous over something others wouldn't expect.

C

Of course I can, my dear! Because Haikyuu!! has such a humungous cast, this one was really hard. It would’ve been impossible to narrow down to one particular character for these letters, so I kind of just chose four teams, one for each letter

H: Trusts their horoscope the most

From Karasuno, I think Yachi, Nishinoya, and Yamaguchi all read their horoscopes on the regular. However, I think Yachi is the one who puts the most stock in their horoscope. Not only does she read her daily horoscope and plan accordingly, but at the start of the year, she reads her yearly horoscopes for general life, for love, for work, and for friendship and she actively takes notes and plans for what the months are said to bring for her. She studies information on all the zodiac signs, all the animals of the Chinese zodiac, on what each of the houses mean. She’s going to spend actual money on a personalized birth chart and will sit down with the person to go over it and she’s likely to become even more convinced of the truth of horoscopes whenever she hears anything even vaguely resembling herself, no matter how generic it is. She enjoys simple, understated jewelry with her zodiac symbol on it, like a tiny necklace or something.

K: Is the most skilled in the kitchen

From Nekoma, I do think there are several members who can cook at least simple meals. They won’t starve if there’s no one there to make food for them. Those members are Kuroo, Kenma, Kai, and Shibayama. Each one of them has their specialties and it really depends on what you’re looking to eat on who you would view as the most skilled. Kuroo, for example, makes excellent fish dishes. The fish, when he prepares it, is always soft, flaky, and savoury. Kenma makes simple dishes like chazuke, but somehow when he makes them, the flavours are superb and above-average. Kai specializes in meat and potato dishes but he also makes an absolutely stunning curry. Shibayama, meanwhile, is the best baker out of the team.

T: Is the most terrifying

When it comes to Aoba Johsai, a lot of people would assume that people would find Oikawa terrifying. He’s prone to outbursts and he can definitely be intimidating, especially to new players. However, he’s someone that stops being at all intimidating once you get to know him and realize he can be more than a little goofy at times. A lot of people get really scared of Kentarou too, and with fair reasons – he has a hair-trigger temper and has zero issues with getting physical in his anger. However, the really terrifying one in Aoba Johsai? It's surprisingly Watari. While Watari is really very calm and mostly laid-back, with a temper that is very hard to set off, when he does get angry, he gets truly angry. It’s a very calm sort of angry too, the one where the angry person will not only hold lifelong grudges but will do everything he can to absolutely ruin the person who has provoked his ire.

Z: Gets the most overzealous over something others wouldn’t expect

From Date Tech, there’s two big ones that stick out to me. Aone is really very quiet, to the point that some people have known him for years and have only heard his voice once or twice, but he does have things that he gets really excited about or really worked up about. Aone is a huge animal lover and talking about them will allow him to share a lot of little trivia and bits of knowledge he’s learned about them. When he hears about animal abuse, he can get really worked up and heated. Onagawa is actually a true crime buff who loves reading and listening to podcasts on the subject. If anyone knew how detailed his knowledge is on serial killers, they might be a little scared.

[neuroprincess]

Star Trek - Cooking Together

Classification: Fluff

Pairing: B'Elanna Torres, Christine Chapel, Deanna Troi, Kathryn Janeway, Kira Nerys and Number One

Warnings: None

Word count: +500

B'Elanna Torres

The half-Klingon is passionate about cuisine in general, but that doesn't mean she's a good cook. B'Elanna loves experimenting flavors and daring spices, the same goes for unlikely combinations, some of which can be compared to pregnant cravings. Cooking with her can be great fun, with gentle jokes, exchanging smiles, sharing tasks, ironically it's safer to let her chop the ingredients than to use the stove, there's a big risk of setting the room on fire. In short, it's enjoyable in every respect and results in abundant dishes of dubious quality.  

Christine Chapel  

This woman can do many things with skill, but cooking has never been one of them. It's not even one of her interests. However, if you want to try a recipe, Christine will attempt it without hesitation, dedicating herself more to organization than to the preparation itself, making sure that all the necessary ingredients and equipment are available and that everything is clean. Over time, she creates a little more interest, specifically in baking, and it won't be long before you're tasting the best brownie in your life. 

Deanna Troi  

She knows how to cook, it's nothing extraordinary, extravagant or fancy, when inspired she can risk doing something different and intimate. A candlelit dinner made from scratch between sips of wine and caresses exchanged, Deanna touches your waist lightly as you move around the kitchen, fingers brushing across the arm in conversations that end in genuine smiles, admiring each other passionately, plus she likes to steal a few kisses. The betazed enjoys the whole process and romantic aura that is built up. Of course, you can't go without some chocolate dessert, which will be shared late at night.  

Kathryn Janeway  

Janeway is a minimally competent person who believes to be an expert in the art of cooking, which comes from her upbringing with a mother who prefers and values traditionally prepared food, teaching her a dozen things while growing up. The moment you decide to cook together, she naturally tries to take charge, very proactively, only to end up having to improvise to save a simple recipe that the captain swore she knew by heart. You may have to end up replicating something to eat, but the moments spent together make the scorched pots worth it.  

Kira Nerys  

Growing up in the context in which she grew up, cooking is a survival skill and Kira learned it easily. It's basic and nutritious, nothing fancy, but still tasty, believe me, she has a kind of gift. Little by little she learns that this is also a hobby that can be done for pleasure and as a couple, enjoying time, preparation, company, trying different things and, her favorite, watching your reaction when tasting what she cooks. The bajoran will be proud if you approve and expect her to repeat the dish several times just to please you. She also introduces you to various traditional dishes from her planet. 

Una Chin-Riley   

Maybe she's the best cook of them all. You can hardly imagine it until you get to the quarters and find her preparing a warm three-course meal, a cute apron with a cheesy phrase you picked up on a trip, smiling smugly and the delicious smell permeating every corner of the room. If you don't know how to cook, Una will be more than happy and excited to teach you. The brunette is a great baker too, her strength advantage is perfect for kneading bread and opening pasta, making homemade spaghetti has never been so easy. 

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Separation Anxiety (Chapter 04)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

++ Masterpost ++

Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 4.5k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 04

Do you feel safe out in the light? Or is this the place where monsters hide? (Who are you by SVRCINA)

The brat spends the rest of the day getting accustomed to the apartment, walking around like a captive tiger, restless and with searching eyes, while Sukuna watches him with barely hidden amusement. It's delightful to see the brat like this. So lost and dumb.

Uraume pops up suddenly to shove a pile of fluffy red towels into Itadori's hands and informs him that he should take a shower or bath now so he will be presentable for dinner with Master Sukuna.

The boy takes the towels on autopilot but blinks in confusion, mouth opening and closing a few times before he finally manages to call out after an already retreating Uraume,

"Are you a nurse or something?"

Sukuna takes that moment to stroll over to the brat, hands shoved casually into his pants pockets, smiling at the confused boy.

"That's Uraume, my personal servant. Don't worry, your pretty head, darling. You will get used to everything again. Now go take your shower."

He cocks his head and reaches out to poke the brat's chest with his index finger,

"Or do you need help?"

A dark red blush fills the brat's cheeks at Sukuna's seductively whispered offer and the long finger trailing suggestively down Itadori's chest.

"No...I...I'm fine. See you at dinner!"

He practically runs to the master bathroom.

Dinner is a tense affair. A fact that Sukuna enjoys immensely! He basks in the awkwardness that emanates from the brat.

Uraume set the table fitting for a King with several candles and an opulent flower arrangement where red spider lilies are intertwined with cherry blossoms, celebrating Sukuna's successful reincarnation.

The dishes served are all exquisite. Uraume is still a fantastic cook after all this time, even though the ingredients used to prepare the meals changed. Uraume delights in the modern custom of eating meat, and Sukuna has to admit that he quite likes the taste of beef. Human flesh isn't on the meal plan anymore, at least for now. But once Sukuna has dealt with this business with the brat, he can fully dedicate himself to taking over the world and turning it into his personal slaughterhouse.

But not right now. First, he deserves a little break. A little enjoyment after all those years he spent locked away. And manipulating the brat serves as the best means to achieve that.

Sukuna slowly chews the cooked meat Uraume served for the main dish, his blue eyes never leaving Itadori. The brat, who usually eats like a pig, is uncharacteristically quiet and only shoves his food from one end of the plate to the next, just nibbling on it occasionally. At the same time, his nervous gaze jumps from the decadently decorated table to Sukuna and to a place behind Sukuna's shoulders, where Uraume must be hovering, obediently awaiting any orders from their Master and probably staring back at his former vessel with a suspicious glare.

Sukuna watches in smug amusement, letting the tense atmosphere carry on, waiting for the brat to snap.

It happens after ten minutes.

The pretty chopsticks the brat had been holding clutter loudly onto the table, and his eyes burn with despair.

"This is so weird! I cannot do this!"

"Oh? Darling, what is it?"

Sukuna raises an eyebrow and blinks innocently at the brat, who sighs shakily and runs a hand through his hair.

"I feel so weird... this is my home, you say, but I don't recognize anything! I don't recognize you! I don't recognize this person over there! Uraume, right? I can't remember living in such a fancy penthouse or having a butler! It feels so weird to me! As if this cannot be my life! And I have so many questions! It's driving me insane that I have no idea who I am! Do I have a family? Do I have a job? Or am I a student? What kind of accident happened to me? What... Fuck, I just don't know anything at all, and it's making me feel so... strange..."

His gaze meets Sukuna's, golden eyes shiny with unshed tears, wide with panic.

Sukuna nods, managing his sweetest smile. He is prepared for this moment. The little story he constructed will be sufficient to satisfy the brat. He isn't the brightest, after all.

"It must be very hard for you, sweetheart. Please don't hold back when you have any questions. To answer some of them: We both have no family left. It's only you and me. You don't have a job at the moment. You used to study Japanese folklore and mythology, but the doctors said you should rest until you fully recover."

"Oh...folklore and mythology? Wow...that's unexpected. Sounds pretty smart, though."

The boy looks so stupid, honey eyes gazing unseeingly up towards his forehead as if he is raking his dumb little brain for any memory. Well, if he remembers any curses now, he will think it must be something he read in his mythology classes.

Sukuna adds,

"It was a car accident that caused your memory loss. You hit your head very badly. The doctors said that it can take a while until you recover. You might be confused and disoriented for months or even years. But don't worry, sweetheart. I will look after you. I'll always stay by your side to ensure your safety."

I'll keep you here in this golden cage, locked away from everyone you ever loved, lost to the world, only belonging to me. I decide where you go, what you see, what you hear, and what you do. You only exist in the way that I want you to.

The brat nods slowly, a small grateful smile appearing on his face.

"Ok... thank you..."

Itadori leans back on his chair and scratches his neck sheepishly.

"Uh, there is something else I wanted to ask. The penthouse...all that expensive stuff in here...and your face. I mean the tattoos on your face! You're a Yakuza, aren't you?"

Sukuna almost bursts out laughing. A Yakuza? So that's what the brat came up with in his little brain?

It's perfect. Sukuna had planned to tell the brat he is the heir of a family of temple attendants and has those tattoos for religious reasons. But the brat came up with a far more believable story. And he doesn't even seem freaked out about it but instead looks excited.

Sukuna grins and nods.

"Good, you figured it out, darling."

"Oh, I did! Ok! That's... um, I don't know. It's kind of cool!? I feel like I woke up in some movie! But being a Yakuza sounds dangerous too. Is it?"

"Not to me. I am the most powerful one."

"Wow... ok, but..."

The brat scrunches his nose, looking uncomfortable again,

"Do you hurt people? Like, torture them or kill them? Or abduct someone? Do I do those things? I...I obviously can't remember, but the thought makes me sick. I don't want that! It's wrong!"

Stupid little brat. Even without his memories, he is still the pure-hearted hero, still so disgustingly good. It makes Sukuna want to wrap him in his darkness and bathe him in the blood of the millions living in this city.

But he laughs softly, making a dismissive gesture before he places his elbows on the table and rests his chin on his hands, looking deeply into the boy's eyes.

"Don't worry. My line of work doesn't require bloodshed or torture unless someone attacks me first. People pay me, so I offer my protection. That's all. And you, my dear, aren't involved in any of it."

He smirks at how brilliant this is. And the dumb brat soaks it up, nodding and smiling at him as if it all makes sense.

"Your tattoos look cool. I like them."

"Thank you. I've carried these marks for a long time."

"You know what, Sukuna? The way you talk is so funny. You don't sound like someone in their twenties. More like a 500-year-old noble."

"Is that so? Well, you almost got it right, darling, but make that a 1000 years!"

He winks at the brat, letting a cheeky grin lift his lips.

And suddenly, the brat's laughter fills the room, loud and unrestrained, tears glimmering at the corner of his eyes from laughing so hard about how funny his boyfriend is.

Sukuna joins in, finally letting out the laughter he has been holding back. It echoes through the large room, mixing with Itadori's, both laughing manically for different reasons, but the brat doesn't know it.

He is blissfully unaware of the lies he is wrapped in. And the tension from earlier fades away, making Itadori grin and look like his usual stupid self. Finally, he digs into the exquisite meal Uraume placed before him, munching it happily while grinning at Sukuna, who smirks back at him.

Eat up, little brat. You will need your strength.

Dinner is over, and the sun has long set, leaving Sukuna and the brat in the dimly lit dining area. It looks almost romantic with all the flowers and the soft light of the candles. A fact that makes Sukuna's lips twitch with an amused smirk. He leans back in his chair, letting his eyes wander slowly over the boy who has his face turned towards the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing at the hundreds of thousands of twinkling lights of the nightly city.

Sukuna's eyes are fixed on Itadori. He feels his heartbeat accelerating in excitement. The brat is here at his mercy, unaware of the game Sukuna is playing with him. It's an exquisite feeling. The rushing of his blood in his veins, feeling the warmth seep through his body, feeling the strong thrum of his own heart. Feeling alive again after a thousand years.

Sukuna gets up, slowly walking towards the boy. He stops beside him, reaching out to put a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Time for bed. You need your rest."

He feels the brat tense up again under his touch. Sukuna draws his finger away and walks towards the doorway, stopping to look over his broad shoulder at Itadori.

"Are you coming, Yuuji?"

The brat's adam's apple bops again, but he nods bravely and gets up so fast that he almost knocks over the chair, catching it last second with his hands with a sheepish smile.

He follows Sukuna to the bedroom like a puppy following its owner.

They are standing in the bedroom, and Sukuna grins to himself as he pulls his shirt over his head, reveling in the way the brat's eyes grow big as he stares at Sukuna undressing in front of him.

Under other circumstances, Itadori would be outright rude with his staring. His golden eyes are glued to Sukuna's naked chest, slowly trailing downwards, following the tattoos adorning Sukuna's muscular body.

Sukuna likes what he sees in that gaze. Unveiled interest. The brat is attracted to him.

Sukuna graces him with a smile as he shoves down his sweatpants. He contemplates taking off his boxer briefs too, but decides against it. He doesn't want to risk making the brat run. So he just slips out of the sweatpants and folds them neatly before hanging them over a chair in the corner of the room.

He can feel the boy's eyes on him, probably admiring him, wondering how good that tall, strong body must have felt on top of him during the countless times they fucked before he lost his memories.

The brat looks flushed when Sukuna walks back to him.

"Do you need help getting ready for bed, my love?"

Sukuna asks him sweetly, tugging on the hem of Itadori's shirt. He can feel the brat's abs flex against his fingertips. The boy is breathing too fast. He is nervous, and maybe even a bit aroused. Sukuna wants to ruin him.

He almost rips the brat's shirt in two, barely able to rein in his desire. The shirt drops carelessly to the floor, and Sukuna's hand sprawls over the brat's chest, right where his heart is beating frantically.

Oh yes, he remembers the beating of that heart, remembers holding it in his hand after he ripped it out of Itadori's chest. Remembers how it had felt, slippery from all the blood, warm, and still beating. It was delicious.

Now the same heart is beating unharmed in that broad chest under that strong ribcage. But Sukuna still has his hand wrapped around it. Metaphorically this time, but the fact remains that this heart still belongs to him. Every fiber of Itadori belongs to him.

"Oh, sweetheart. Your heart is beating so fast. I think you should lie down."

Of course, he has already spent many nights with Itadori. Trapped inside him, only able to witness the boy's nightmares or his wet dreams. Sometimes, Sukuna let himself have a bit of fun by making a mouth appear on the boy's palm and licking his cheek. It was the only thing that could wake the brat and have him scream and complain loudly.

But this cannot compare to the luxury Sukuna is blessed with now.

The brat is sleeping next to him. It only took him a few minutes to fall asleep, completely exhausted. And now he is lying there, snoring softly, hugging his pillow, and slumbering peacefully. It amuses Sukuna greatly to see the brat like this. With his guard down, completely unaware that he is lying next to his biggest nightmare.

Sukuna, on the other hand, cannot fall asleep. Or rather, he doesn't want to.

He is lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, watching the sleeping boy. Itadori's pink hair is a nice contrast to the black silk pillowcase, making Sukuna imagine the moment he will grab that soft hair and push the brat's face into the pillow while Sukuna wrecks him completely, making him scream Sukuna's name and beg him for more.

Sukuna sighs. It would be so easy to take advantage of the brat right now. But it would ruin the plan.

He can be patient a bit longer. He wants to enjoy this thoroughly, after all. Little steps every day, watching the boy walk towards his own ruin, not realizing that this fancy penthouse is a prison and the man he thinks is his loving boyfriend is the monster who possessed him and dug his claws into him to never let him go again.

Stupid brat.

He's sleeping so peacefully. His face is relaxed, lips slightly parted. He looks pretty. Not bratty at all, but so soft and young, almost angelic. An innocent and naive angel.

Unconsciously, Sukuna reaches out and ruffles that pretty pink hair.

"Mine."

He blinks in surprise when he realizes he has said the word out loud. It came out as a low growl, sounding too loud in the otherwise deadly silent apartment.

The boy didn't hear it, though. He continues his deep slumber, and Sukuna pulls his hand away.

He laughs softly. It's true, though, isn't it? The boy is his. Itadori Yuuji has always been Sukuna's. From the moment he was created. Even before that. Even when he was just an idea in his maker's mind, he was already Sukuna's.

And the brat had known it, too. He had known he would live and die with Sukuna.

But it was different back then. Itadori hated him. He saw Sukuna as the enemy. He was constantly struggling against Sukuna's hold on him, always so rebellious, always so full of anger towards the God possessing him.

Now things have changed. He is such a good boy now that he has lost his mind. So completely and utterly Sukuna's. Sukuna is the only thing he knows now. His whole world and Sukuna is the Master of this world.

Sukuna doesn't sleep much that night. He's too busy marveling at the perfect gift he received so unexpectedly. And the brat is sleeping like a stone next to him, making soft snoring noises from time to time, so unaware of who the man next to him is.

Sukuna wakes up the next morning to sunlight streaming into the room and a strange feeling of warmth.

His eyes open slowly, and for a split second, he is disoriented. The sensation of having a real body is something he still has to get used to again every morning. He feels a slight ache in his neck, and his left arm feels numb where a heavy weight rests on it.

Sukuna blinks against the sunlight.

And then the realization washes over him. The mysterious weight is the brat.

Itadori is snuggled against him, head resting on Sukuna's naked chest, soft cherry-blossom-smelling hair tickling Sukuna's jaw, one arm thrown over Sukuna's waist, holding him tightly. He's still dozing, snoring softly, his warm breath brushing against Sukuna's skin. He's hot and heavy, and Sukuna feels something wet on his chest where Itadori's mouth is.

Is he drooling on the King of Curses?

Sukuna is momentarily at a loss for what to do. He has never experienced waking up with someone draped all over him.

It's not that he was abstinent in his former life. The contrary is the case. Sukuna fucked someone new almost every night. Countless women and men begged for his attention when they came to his temple to worship him and seek his help. Countless daughters and sons were brought to him to sacrifice their virginity for a good harvest and protection from attackers. Countless young monks found their way into his bed chambers after hanging on his lips for hours.

Sukuna does not lack experience in the desires of the flesh. But everyone he fucked was just a body he used for his selfish pleasure, and he threw them out the moment he had satisfied his desires.

No one was ever allowed to sleep in his bed.

But now he is lying on his back with the brat hugging him, lying half on top of him, drooling on him, cuddling him.

It's outrageous! It's a sacrilege! In his past life, Sukuna would have sliced everyone's head off who dared try to do that!

No one was allowed to get close to the great Sukuna-sama! Most of his past lovers weren't even allowed to touch him. He was the one who was in control. He was the one who took from them. If he wanted their hands on him, he told them how and where to touch. He was the one who orchestrated those sexual encounters. No one ever dared detour from the script Sukuna had for those moments!

But of course, the brat has to overthrow that! Itadori really never knows his fucking place!

Hot anger surges through Sukuna. He wants to lash out and slice the brat's head off. Wants to punish him for his disobedience!

But a little voice in his head stops him.

This is part of the plan.

Sukuna slowly lets out a breath. It's true, of course. The boy is supposed to touch him.

It's part of the web of lies Sukuna is weaving. They have to sleep in the same bed and share these intimate moments. Couples do this. They sleep in each other's arms.

This is what his role is in this whole play. He has to play the loving boyfriend. He has to act as if this is a normal thing and as if he enjoys this. He should hug the brat back!

But to Sukuna's surprise, his right arm is already wrapped around the brat's sleeping figure. He must have done it instinctively at some point during the night.

Sukuna laughs softly and relaxes his fingers that tightened into a clawlike grip.

This is good. This is what he planned.

He slowly runs his hand over the brat's warm skin. He has to admit that Itadori's muscled back feels good under his fingertips. The boy has a nice body. Strong and beautiful, brimming with god-like power, which is something Sukuna appreciates. So different from the weak bodies his former lovers had.

Sukuna knows this body so well. He had been trapped inside it for years, after all. He had lived in it, moved in it. Even now, his human form isn't that much different from Itadori's. As much fun as he made of the brat in the past, he secretly always appreciated that his vessel had the body of a young God. It was a fitting body to house Sukuna.

The boy stirs, making a soft groaning noise. Sukuna holds his breath, waiting excitedly for the brat to wake up and realize where he is and what he is doing.

It takes about five seconds before Itadori gasps loudly and jumps up, almost tumbling out of bed in his hurry to get away from the body he has been pressed against. He catches himself right at the edge of the bed, staring at Sukuna with huge eyes.

Oh, this is delicious. Apparently, Sukuna isn't the only one who is caught by surprise by their sleeping arrangement.

His skin tingles pleasurably at the fear he sees in those pretty golden eyes. The sun is shining outside the window, but it cannot compare to the liquid gold in those eyes.

Sukuna schools his expression into a lazy smile. He cocks his head and looks at the boy with an innocent look, batting his long black lashes as if he just woke up too, fixing him with his sparkling sapphire eyes.

"Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well? Please be careful not to fall off the bed. We don't want you to hit your head again."

The brat is breathing heavily as he blinks at Sukuna in a mix of fear and confusion until his dumb little mind catches up with things. He runs a hand through his tousled pink hair as a shaky smile crawls over his face.

He looks guilty again. Probably feeling like such a bad boyfriend because he jumped when waking up in Sukuna's arms.

"Sorry. I was so confused for a moment. Good morning, Sukuna."

Itadori hesitates for a moment but then scoots closer to Sukuna again. He awkwardly pats Sukuna's shoulder as if trying to make up for freaking out a moment ago. So eager to please his loving boyfriend.

A grin spreads over Sukuna's face. He is ready to play with his little pet. He cups Itadori's cheek with one hand and strokes his thumb over the brat's lip, smearing his drool over his pink lips, making them glisten enticingly.

"It's ok, baby. Of course, you're still confused."

His hand slowly slides down the boy's chin and throat, loosely wrapping around his neck. He can feel Itadori gulp hard. His adam's apple bops under Sukuna's hand. His pulse flutters wildly. Like a scared little bunny. Sukuna rejoices.

His gaze trails down the brat's body, over those tan muscles, his buff pecs with the pretty pink nipples, his defined abs, and the strong v-line.

The blanket slipped down so far that it isn't quite able to hide the tent in Itadori's boxers.

Sukuna's grin becomes devilish. He can see the brat's erection twitch under his intense gaze.

Sukuna has to bite back a victorious laugh. The things he wants to do to his pet! But not now. He reminds himself that he has all the time in this world. Itadori won't go anywhere. Never again.

Sukuna will continue playing his little game and wait for the stupid brat to come to him, begging him for his touch.

So he just breathes a soft little kiss onto the boy's blushing cheek before he lets go of him and gets up, leaving a flustered Itadori on the bed.

But he makes sure that the boy can see Sukuna's matching erection straining against his black boxer briefs, large and thick.

He can see Itadori's eyes snap to Sukuna's prominent bulge, unable to stop himself from staring, lips hanging slightly open, cheeks burning with a blush, and eyes glazed over with desire. He's so pathetic.

Sukuna walks over to the chair where his clothes from last night are neatly folded and puts on his sweatpants again, slowly pulling them up, taking his time because he knows the brat's gaze is on him, admiring his body with lust written all over his face.

When Sukuna is finished pulling up the pants, he leans against the door frame with his arms crossed in front of his naked chest and grins at the boy.

"Come to the kitchen when you're ready. Uraume will have breakfast ready in a few minutes."

He can see Itadori's golden eyes staring at his chest. Horny little brat. Sukuna smiles at him, asking in a voice that is velvety like a lover's caress,

"Are you hungry, darling?"

The smirk on his face grows even wider when Itadori's eyes snap to his, caught staring and nodding wildly in his hurry to hide how he was obviously checking Sukuna out.

"Y.. yes... I'm very hungry!"

Sukuna laughs as he pushes himself off the wall and grabs his shirt to slowly cover up his bare torso and tattoos.

He sends the brat a deep cheeky look and adds, in an amused tone,

"Me too, sweetheart. Me too."

He can see the boy bite his lip before Sukuna turns around to open the large bedroom door and leave the room.

Yes, he is hungry indeed. Hungry for the brat.

Oh, Kuna, you are so obsessed!! Thank you so much for reading Chapter 4!! How did you like the growing sexual tension between Sukuna and Yuuji? And the hug at night? I think it's so cute to imagine Yuuji rolling over to snuggle against Sukuna awww. And I had to laugh while writing about Sukuna's confusion and his anger about Yuuji cuddling him and drooling on him ahahhaha. THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED, MY DEAR KING!!

Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs make me happy :)

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How well do each of your muses handle spicy foods?

Oh boy! given the fairies were discussing it I'll start with my canons/ocs at the SDM and then include some others that are interesting.

My take on Remilia comes from France so to answer this I decided to research a bit on French cooking. While there do seem to be a few spices used in traditional French meals they seem to have very few with hot spices. Remilia was born in 1491 and became a vampire in 1511. In the time that she lived foreign cuisines were not too readily apparent and I head canon she began eating a lot less upon going vamp so modern time hasn't given her much opportunity to adapt to spice. With that in mind, Remilia doesn't handle spice well at all.

A lot of the factors for Flan are pretty much the same with just slight variance. Frenchish (except technically her home is now in Belgium) born in 1496 became a vampire in 1515. The difference is that Flandre did not have a break with eating as Remi did. Since Flandre doesn't control her strength she can't effectively feed on blood so she has to eat actual meals. FDS reveals the fairy mades do a lot of the cooking but personally I headcanon that Meiling had been with the manor long before the fae staff (Sakuya may well have too). That means Meiling probably did a fair bit of the cooking in the past. Chinese food has a lot of spicy dishes. Meiling probably knew better than to just feed Flandre super spicy food but she can at least handle a bit of kick. Not Mapo Tofu but some other curries she can manage.

My Patchy was raised in China by Italian merchants. Both cultures have a good amount of spicy food in their cooking. However the issue is that Patchouli has several health problems (Anemia, asthma, etc). Personally, as someone without any of that, I am not sure what impact spicy food can have on that. For that reason I'm tentatively going to say that Patchouli handles spice okay but that they irritate her throat in large qualities. So only small doses of spice please.

Chimata is a Japanese market god. Don't know much about Japanese food but from what I can find they don't have many national spicy foods but that Chinese and Indian spicy foods have always been popular there, also some regional spicy foods. Spice itself has always been a big part of merchantry, which gives Chim-chim a good reason to have pretty big stockpiles. I think Chimata actually has the best spice tolerance of all my SDM muses. Spicy food is probably her preferred meal. Lots of Mapo Tofu for this lady.

For my rarely appearing Sakuya muse, she was raised in Mexico. Ate a lot of hot spices before being recruited by her vampire boss. Unfortunately, Remilia's distaste for spices means that since coming to the mansion she hasn't ate anything spicy. After all, the meals prepared are for Remilia (even if she often does not feel like eating). For that reason her spice tolerance has sagged with time.

Now for my SDM ocs.

Mizu is basically a water bucket brought to life. Capsaicin is an oil and her body is even more water than a human's is. Do not give her spice. It will just cause her entire body to feel like it were burning.

Fairies are nature spirits and Summer is one for the hottest season of the year. I don't think she'd have any problem with spice. In fact she enjoys some of the spicier peppers quite a lot.

Don't give the goblins spice. They're English house spirits, the hottest thing they've had is horse radish.

Lavender is not prepared for spice. She does not have Patchouli's background but does have her poor constitution so spicy food will wipe the floor with her.

Now a few other characters:

Reimu does not even seem to process that she's eaten something spicy when given it. Unphased.

Eirin will, similarly, eat some of the hottest peppers and spices known to man and look totally unphased afterwards.

Yuuka very specifically likes Mapo Tofu. Nobody has seen her eat any other spicy foods.

Byakuren can scarf down spices with no problem. Seems to really like it.

Reisen ate a bell pepper and became horrible pained. No spice for her please.