#doughnut discount

[gitzette]

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[elementaldoughnut12]

Mox should just set up a kissing booth at this point where it's $5 for a kiss and $10 for him to blow you under the table

[voicesinmyhead21]

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[crackedpumpkin]

Hiiii!!! How are you?? I was wondering if you could write a Hiro hamada x fem!reader who’s a kinda famous teen actress?? (Also with tadashi still alive if you don’t mind…In my brain he didn’t die in the movie 🥲)

Hello hello!! I'm doing okay, thanks for asking! Just a bit dead tired from work. I adored writing this, and that rizzed up line hit me outta nowhere i swear i might just be boyfriend material in the wrong vessel bro.

Warnings: Aged Up! Characters, lil Tadashi appearance cause mans not dead in my eyes.

|| ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ || ʜɪʀᴏ ʜᴀᴍᴀᴅᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ||

[ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]

You enter the cafe, glancing at the display case filled with pastries and doughnuts. Your mouth waters, your stomach rumbling hungrily. You notice the small chatter around you and become self-conscious. 

In retrospect, someone wearing a broad-brimmed hat and sunglasses with a mask covering the bottom half of their face is bound to draw some looks here and there.

But today’s your day off from work, and you intend to enjoy it fully without being mobbed by the paparazzi. You had decided in the morning to wander around San Fransokyo, maybe even catch a glimpse of the superheroes everyone’s been talking about, when you decided to stop at a cafe for lunch.

You join the short queue of customers, trying to decide what to get as you scan the menu. The big breakfast looks incredibly appealing, and the photo beside its name almost makes you drool. You could really use some coffee to energize yourself as well.

You’re finally in front of the cashier, having waited patiently for the person in front to count their change before they leave. The cute boy in front of you looks to be around your age, and the way he runs a hand through his fluffy hair makes you smile. 

“What can I get you?” He pauses when he looks up at you, slightly caught off guard by your getup. You clear your throat, fighting back the embarrassed flush that blooms on your cheeks. 

“Hi, could I get a large latte and a big breakfast combo?” You request, though your voice is slightly muffled through the mask. 

“Yeah, sure. How would you like your eggs?”

“Scrambled, please.”

“Your total will be eleven dollars and thirty cents.” He tells you. Your wallet is already pulled out, but in your haste to grab the money, your sunglasses slide off your face with a clatter on the counter. 

You freeze, a twenty dollar bill in your hand as he picks it up for you. You take it back from him with a thankful nod, accidentally making eye contact before quickly sliding them back on. 

Your breath hitches in that second, scared that he had recognized you and would call the paps to spread the news that you’re here. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. He probably hadn’t gotten a good look at you, considering that your hat might’ve blocked most of his view.

“Where do I collect the food?” You ask, picking up the change.

“It’s okay. I’ll bring it to you.”

“Oh, do you do that for all the customers here?” You’re surprised, though it’s very nice of them to do so.

“Only the pretty ones.” He smirks slightly with a shrug as he waits for the small printer to spit out the receipt.

Your lips part, trying to find a response after his words render you speechless.

“And I don’t usually give discounts either.” He adds with a small smile, handing you back your receipt. You take it with a shy smile and bashful nod, scurrying to an empty seat next to the window. 

You pull out your phone, already buzzing with messages from your manager telling you to return quickly for a new reading of a script that’s been offered to you. You sigh, not opening any of them before pulling out a book and headphones. You connect the wireless headphones to your phone, slumping back in your secluded corner and pressing play on the music.

You open the book, starting off from the page that you left off. It’s your favourite book, smiling fondly at the dog-eared pages your thumb brushes against. You read for a while, removing your hat and sunglasses and placing them beside you for better lighting. 

You’re interrupted when the smell of coffee hits you, looking up to see the cute cashier that had flirted with you earlier. Your eyes immediately widen, heat blooming on your cheeks as he looks down at you with a grin, placing your coffee and plate of food on your table. 

You try to help him arrange the things on your table, your hands brushing against his when you reach for the salt shaker at the same time. He chuckles nervously, and you also spot a faint red on his cheeks when he averts his eyes with a shy smile. 

“Thanks,” You manage to say, your lips suddenly dry when your gaze meets his.

“No problem, hope you enjoy. I’d love to hear what you think of the Lucky Cat Cafe’s food.”

You nod, filing away the name for any future visits. He leaves with another quick glance over his shoulder, and you tear your eyes away from his retreating figure. You start to eat, glancing up every now and then to see him interacting with other customers. 

When a group of people enter the shop, he greets them with a warm smile, making your stomach flip as you clear your throat, looking away. Your eyes unintentionally settle on his figure again, only to inhale sharply when you notice he’s also looking at you.

Your gaze drops down to your food, feeling hot as the blush creeps up your neck to your cheeks. You’re an actress, for goodness sake, you scold yourself, so act!

You focus on your food, but hushed whispers attract your attention. You look back up, noticing that his group of friends are watching you with wide eyes as recognition fills their eyes. You stiffen, trying to finish your food more quickly. 

You hear the whispers die down, glancing up again curiously to see him frowning and saying a few words to his friends with his hand on his hip, and they glance back apologetically with bashful nods. You quickly nod back with a flustered wave when he smiles at you again.

Once you finish your food, you leisurely sip your coffee, watching the cute guy occasionally. He seems to do the same, sneaking small glances here and there. He’d be talking to a customer, only for his eyes to wander over to where you’re sitting.

You’d know; you caught him doing it a few times.

He finally settles one more customer before walking over and taking your empty plate. “So? How’s the food?” He asks, his friends having wandered upstairs to hang out with someone that looks like his brother, the older one giving him a noogie you chuckled at.

“It’s delicious. And,” You hesitate, “Thank you.” 

It’s genuine, and you’re sure he can sense what you’re referring to when his eyes flicker over to you with a hint of surprise before his lips curve upwards into an attractive grin.

“Anything for a cute girl like yourself.”

[ruggiezz]

imagine nrc during the world cup era OMG 😟 rook after france loses to argentina, heartslabyul watching england losing

— REACTING TO THEIR COUNTRY LOSING IN THE WORLD CUP : twisted wonderland

[synopsis] twst characters and their reactions to their country getting disqualified

[characters] ace, deuce, cater, trey, riddle, ruggie, floyd, jade, azul, rook

[extra] this is just for the funsies, me spreading my octavinelle + ruggie latinos agenda. i'm a firm believer in the cater is american headcanon (AMERICA RAHHH🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅💥)

ACE TRAPPOLA and DEUCE SPADE got together with you to watch the World Cup. Oh? You're not interested in football? Too bad, you're watching it with them anyways. Pros: They buy snacks for all of you to eat while watching. Cons: Ace screams at the television and gets extremely frustrated. The silence was loud when the match with France ended. At least the food was good...

CATER DIAMOND was not #LiveLaughLove-ing that month. Imagine being the only american in your friend group full of british people while the US had a match against England. Don't get him wrong; he doesn't really care about football, but it's hard to ignore it when the whole school is talking about it. At the end of the day, Magicam material is still Magicam material. He got lucky though; the match ended in a draw; it could have been worse. Needless to say, he did not care about the US losing, #WorldCup #Disqualified.

TREY CLOVER felt like he was in a nightmare—a 29-day-long nightmare. The Heartslabyul students were either having a blast or screaming when they won, or they were having heated fights about whose country would win. Trey was stressed; maybe other housewardens were enjoying the World Cup (like Kalim, who was throwing parties every opportunity he had), but RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS was certainly not happy. The students were so focused on, in his words, "guys running after a ball", that they weren't studying for their final exams. Yes, he had become less strict after his overblot, but a few students still got collared. Both of them were relieved when the World Cup ended; they could not care less about their country losing.

RUGGIE BUCCHI listened to the brazilian matches while working, like it was a podcast. He was a busy guy, you know? He had to work, but he still wanted to listen to the match. To be honest, Ruggie was pretty confident that they would make it to the semi-finals. We are talking about Brazil here; their team is good. "There's no way the europeans are winning this one" he thought. Imagine his face when they lost by a penalty goal, a penalty goal... Ruggie bought himself a doughnut at Sam's to cope and not have a mental breakdown.

Peru didn't even qualify; they lost against Australia. FLOYD AND JADE LEECH were in a bad mood during the whole World Cup.

Yes, Chile didn't qualify either, but a business opportunity is a business opportunity. Did you hear? You can watch the football matches while eating in the Mostro Lounge, and if you spread the word and bring your friends, you get a special discount. AZUL ASHENGROTTO got showered in money during those 29 days it lasted; the restaurant made three times the amount they usually make. He was very happy, to say the least.

ROOK HUNT was delighted to see all the students celebrating. The passionate cheers of the students, the way they all rooted for their country, how they got together to watch, how sad they got over their team losing, how beautiful. Yes, maybe the students were screaming at each other; maybe one even threw a chair across the room, but still. There was something captivating in seeing how a game could bring students that had nothing in common together, all with the same goal: to see their country win and crush the others. He was more sad about the World Cup ending than France losing, even if they were so close to first place.

[sunsetcougar]

Eve’s Garden AU:

Angel, Husk, Niffty, and Alastor are all in the lobby when there’s a knock at the door.

Angel: Who do you reckon that is?

Husk: The girls probably forgot their keys and locked themselves out or something.

Angel: I thought we didn’t lock the front door.

Alastor goes to answer, swinging the door open with a grin that immediately becomes strained.

Cain, the moment the door is open: Hello! Ah, Alastor, I heard you decided to come back from your little vacation.

Alastor, unhappy: Greetings, I was not expecting to see you.

Cain, walking past Alastor and looking around the lobby: Mom saw the interview the Princess did and sent me to look around. You know, see if this place is actually legit or a joke.

Alastor: And why would your mother have an interest in a place like this? I imagine she’s already busy enough with her territory.

Cain: If this place is legit there’s quite a few souls she’d be interested in sending over.

Husk: Now why would an overlord as powerful as her want to risk losing any of her souls?

Cain: Losing a few wouldn’t be all that serious of a blow to her, and redeeming souls is right up her alley. So, where’s the Princess?

Alastor: She’s out right now.

Cain: I’ll wait then, get to know the rest of you. Hey Husk, pour me some whiskey, would you?

Husk: *grunts and does so*

Angel: So who are you anyway? I’ve never heard of you.

Cain: My name is Cain, I’m one of the overlords of The Garden. You’re Angel Dust, aren’t you?

Angel: That I am. I havta say, the wolfy look suits you. I might be willing to offer a discount to an overlord~

Cain: No thank you, I’m on a purely business venture. Plus I’m not sure your boss would take kindly to it.

Angel: Eh, worth a shot. So whys an overlord interested in redeeming souls? Seems a bit out of character.

Cain, taking a sip of his whiskey: My mother is unique. She only wants enough power to keep her people safe so she does own their souls, but if someone asks she’ll give theirs back no questions asked. Getting her people into paradise is something she didn’t think possible, but if it is she wants to do it.

Angel: Huh. Sounds too good to be true.

Cain: Yeah, we hear that a lot. Thinking of, Husk, how’s Alastor been treating you? Nothing that would warrant me bringing it to my brother’s attention, right?

Husk: No.

Cain: Lovely. I’m sure our resident stag would hate to lose another antler.

Alastor: *his static grows louder, hissing.*

Cain: *snarls right back.* Don’t forget your place, deer boy. *drinks the rest of his whiskey in one go.*

Niffty: Ooo, you’re a bad boy! Hehehe!

Cain: I suppose you could say that. So, when’s the Princess due to get back?

Husk: She and her girlfriend should be back any minute.

Charlie, right on cue as she struts in the door: We’re back! And we brought doughnuts! *spots Cain and gasps* Oh my goodness hi! I’m Charlie, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! Are you interested in becoming a guest here?

Cain: *smiles at her enthusiasm.* I’m not, I don’t think redemption is possible for me.

Charlie: I believe anyone can be redeemed if they really want it!

Cain: *his easy grin falters for a moment.* I’m here on business. My mother sent me to look around this place and see if it’s legit. If it is, she has a few sinners to send your way.

Charlie: *practically has stars in her eyes.* Really?! Well then I should give you the grand tour! Come on! *grabs Cain’s hand and pulls him away talking a mile a minute.*

Alastor: *disappears into his shadows.*

Vaggie: *narrows her eye, watching Cain as Charlie shows him around the main room.* Who is he?

Angel: He said his name is Cain. Kind of ballsy to name yourself that, huh?

Husk: From what I know of him he’s earned the right to those balls. He’s old as fuck and touch as steel cause of it.

Vaggie: Is he trustworthy?

Husk: Fuck if I know. Next to no one knows anything about that family. I only know they’re old and powerful enough they can afford to be unknown.

Vaggie: So this is probably a trick.

Husk: Yep.

Niffty: *giggling before she scampers off.*

Angel: Well Niffty may chase him off, then we don’t have to worry.

Vaggie: Hm. *leaves to go follow the sound of Charlie’s enthusiastic tour of the kitchen.*

[wyrmguardsecrets]

Go Out And Vote

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[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

could you do sick Spirit + appendicitis + caretakers of your choosing? i’d love to see how

spirit’s appendicitis story plays out!

“I’m not letting you use my employee discount. You can get the Bastille CD for full price, take it or leave it.”

Isaac pouted. “Pleeeeeaaaaassssseeeeeeee?” He made fake puppy eyes, jutting out his bottom lip like a toddler, and Spirit resisted the urge to slap that stupid look off of his face. She was already in a bad mood—she had to move into Birdie’s guest room since the dorms were closed because of summer break, she got in another argument with her mom over the phone, and for days she’s been having awful stomach cramps despite not being on her period—and Isaac was the annoying cherry on top.

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“No.”

“I’ll buy you tacos.”

Spirit froze, looking at Isaac with a raised brow. “You do realize that if you got me tacos, you’d be spending more money than if you just paid full price for the stupid CD, right?”

Isaac’s face fell as that realization dawned on him. Spirit shook her head, going back to organizing vinyl like she’d been doing. “One of life’s greatest mysteries is how in the everloving fuck your dumbass got into college.”

Isaac snorted at that, giving Spirit a playful shove. “Y’know ya love me,” he grinned before turning and walking away. “I’mma try and find some new headphones. Mine broke.”

Spirit flashed him a middle finger, and he flashed her a peace sign right back. When he was gone, Spirit found herself singing ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ under her breath as she continued organizing. The singing helped take her mind off of her stomach.

She only got halfway through singing the song when abruptly—

“Hey!”

Spirit let out a yelp, jumping so bad that she nearly fell onto the cart of brand-new records, and she would’ve if Aiden hadn’t steadied her with one hand while laughing. In his other hand, he was holding something.

“I sewar to GOD, I’m putting a fucking bell on you!! I don’t know why the hell I haven’t done that yet,” she spat at him, catching her breath since her heart was racing slightly from the scare. The surprise also didn’t do any good for the non-period cramps still gnawing at her.

Aiden was still chuckling and smiling at her. Spirit noticed two things: he looked very good in the fitted workout shirt he was wearing, and the thing he was holding was a bag with a Dunkin’ Doughnuts logo. “Surprise?” he said.

Spirit rolled her eyes, smiling. “I’ll only forgive you for scaring me if you say that those doughnuts are mine.”

Aiden smirked. “Indeed they are, my lady,” he said in a fake British accent, holding the bag out to her.

Still smiling, Spirit took the bag gratefully. “Thanks. I’ll have them on my lunch break.”

“I have the day to waste,” Aiden said. “I can wait around if you wanna have someone to talk to while you work.”

Spirit chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Oh, my boss will loooooove that,” she said sarcastically.

Blushing, Aiden’s smile turned sheepish. “Okay then. Well, maybe we can—”

“Hey Spirit, this box doesn’t have a price on it. How much. . . ?”

Spirit froze, her whole body tensing up, her eyes going wide as she looked from Aiden to Isaac and back at Aiden.

“Oh, fuck,” Spirit groaned, face-palming herself.

Great fucking timing.

Isaac and Aiden both seemed confused. Then, Isaac’s face lit up with excitement and mischievousness. “Holy shit. Spirit, is this—?”

Spirit shot him a glare, her cheeks red with embarrassment. That only affirmed Isaac’s unspoken assumption, and he all but threw his head back laughing as he came over and hooked an arm around Spirit’s neck, making her grumble a stream of curses under her breath.

“You must be Aiden,” Isaac said, still ginning. “I’m Isaac. Spirit’s brother.”

Spirit shot him a glare. “You’re not my brother!”

He narrowed his eyes and smirked back. “I basically am.”

Spirit shoved him off with a frustrated huff, making him laugh. She sighed, looking at Aiden who seemed both amused and very confused.

“Isaac is my friend,” Spirit cleared up, shooting the blonde a murderous look. “My very annoying friend who I’ve known since we were kids. Not my brother.”

Aiden nodded, still looking amused as he held a hand out to Isaac. “Nice to meet you. I haven’t gotten to meet any of Spirit’s friends yet.”

Isaac shook his hand. “Well, it’s great to finally put a face to the name.”

“Actually, I think I saw you—”

“When I picked Spirit up from the police station?”

Spirit groaned, dropping her face in her hands. This whole situation could not get worse.

With a heavy sigh, Spirit looked at Isaac. “The headphones are twelve dollars. Get the headphones, get your CD, you can’t use my discount, and get your ass out of here. You’ve bugged me enough today.”

Isaac rolled his eyes, still smiling. “Fine fine, I’m going.” He looked at Aiden. “Great to meet you, man. We should maybe hang out someti- aH, okay okay!” he exclaimed as Spirit shoved him in the direction of the checkout area. “Okay, I get it! Bye!”

Once Isaac was gone, Spirit let out a sigh, massaging her temples. She knew she wouldn’t be able to keep her friends from meeting Aiden forever, but she was not expecting that moment to come now.

“So, you talk to your friends about me?”

Spirit met Aiden’s eyes, a deep blush coloring her cheeks. Only Isaac, was the truthful answer. But even then, she always tried her best to not talk about him to Isaac. But she didn’t want Aiden to think she was embarrassed of him! Would he think that? Maybe she could just explain that she wasn’t ready yet, and then—

Aiden chuckled, smiling at her. “You look like you’re doing a ton of mental gymnastics right now. Is he the only one of your friends who knows about me?”

Spirit felt her face become hotter, if possible. She nodded, guilt sitting in her stomach a bit.

Reading her like a book, Aiden said, “I’ve been too much of a coward to tell anyone about us yet, either. Just Mikey and my dad know.”

That reassurance made Spirit loosen up a bit. But suddenly, she winced as a violent cramp hit her out of nowhere, making her frown. It was the worst cramp yet.

Aiden’s smile faltered slightly. “You okay?”

Spirit hesitated. Then she nodded slowly. “Yeah. . . Yeah, I’m fine. It was just a cramp. I’ve been getting them for the last few days.”

Aiden’s smile dropped a little more, and he lowered his voice respectfully to ask, “Are you on your period? Do you have meds on you?”

The fact that Aiden was the kind of guy who didn’t make jokes or gross comments about periods just made Spirit adore him more. Smiling a bit to reassure him, she whispered back, “Not on my period yet, just cramps. And I have meds in the staff room.”

Aiden nodded. “Are you nauseous at all?”

She shook her head, but that was a lie. The nausea was on and off, appearing for a minute when a cramp hit, and then vanishing again. Not unusual for Spirit when she was close to getting her period.

“Mitchel! Did you finish putting those vinyl away?” a girl’s voice suddenly yelled, making Spirit jump. “We need help in the back if you’re done!”

“Shit,” she cursed, looking apologetically at Aiden. “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta keep working, but—”

“I can hang out around the mall for a few hours, and then I have a little surprise for when you get off work.”

Spirit’s eyebrows raised. “Another surprise?”

He smiled, giving Spirit a hug and leaving without saying another word. Spirit couldn’t stop smiling as she watched him go.

“Mitchel!”

“Give me a freaking minute, Sarah!”

— — —

“Oooh, are those doughnuts?”

Harold was the third one of Spirit’s co-workers to ask that question. She had been on her lunch break for ten minutes now. . . and she had only been staring at the bag of doughnuts from Aiden.

They were her favorite kind—Boston Cream—but something was off in her gut, and she had the feeling that just the smell of one of those doughnuts would make her barf.

But still. . .

“Yes, and they’re mine. Eat the lunch your mom packed for you, kid.”

Harold pouted. He was the youngest person working at the store. He was a freckly red-head with braces, very pale-blue eyes, and he always brought a weird soy lunch made for him by his mom every day.

“Can I please just have one?” he begged. “My mom bought tofu in bulk, and I’m getting sick of it! I need something unhealthy, please!”

Spirit almost laughed at the 9th grader. “Fine, kiddo. Take one, and don’t tell anyone else. Eat it quick.” The staff room was empty besides them.

It made Spirit’s stomach churn just to think about eating right now. Not to mention, the cramps had become a lingering sharp pain sitting in her lower belly that was just uncomfortable and a little bit painful. Moving made it worse, so she’d been sitting in the same position on the same chair since her beak started.

Harold practically ate half of the doughnut in one bite, getting cream all over the corners of his mouth. Spirit stared at the floor so she didn’t have to see him eat. She was feeling sick enough as it was.

“When did you get these? Before you came in today?”

“No, my bo—” she caught herself, clearing her throat. “My friend brought them for me. I forgot to bring my own lunch again.”

“Aren’t you gonna eat, then?”

I want to, she thought to herself.

Spirit shook her head. “Nah, I’m not feeling too good. My gut’s off.”

“Oh. That’s too bad.” She heard him take another bite, and then no more. She looked up, and the doughnut was gone. The kid literally ate it in two bites.

“How were your first High School finals? Excited to be a sophomore next year?”

Harold smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I’m in the Cambridge Program, y’know. It’s cool.”

Spirit cringed. “News flash, kiddo; the Cambridge Program class for sophomores sucks.”

“AICE Thinking Skills?”

“Yup.”

“What’s it like?”

Spirit was about to answer when a sharp cramp hit her, knocking the wind out of her for a second.

“Spirit?”

Spirit looked at Harold, who noticed her falter. “I-I’m fine. . . A cramp just—“ She shifted just a little, and she gasped and doubled over as a burst of pain in her stomach hit her like a brick. She breathed through her mouth for a second before puke exploded from her lips, leaving her coughing, nausea suddenly eating away at her.

“Oh my God!” Harold exclaimed. “Holy shit, what’s wrong?!”

Spirit wanted to tell him to chill. But she could barely think with the pain she was now experiencing. Her lower belly was burning!!! As if someone randomly stuck a hot knife inside of her!

She gasped as it felt like that knife was twisting. “Ah, ow,” she whimpered, “Oh God, it burns.” Her voice was strained and two octaves higher than normal. She vomited again.

Sweat dripped down her neck. Everything started to blur and fade together. She blinked a few times, and after seconds or hours, there was a flurry of footsteps and concerned voices and hands touching her. . .

She felt. . . cold? No, hot. Wait, no, definitely cold! Fuck, she couldn’t tell.

She felt herself tipping, and bony ring-adorned hands held her shoulders to keep her upright. She heard her boss’s voice, but he didn’t sound grumpy and tired like he usually did. He sounded worried. Maybe a bit panicked?

Spirit felt herself fading, black spots appearing before her eyes. She realized that part of the reason everything was so blurry was because she was crying, and the pain was so intense that she didn’t even have to question why.

She heaved abruptly as her stomach clenched, and more hands kept her from pitching forward. Her head was spinning. Puke dribbled from her lips. And she was sobbing with the agonizing pain!

“It’hurrrrrrrtsss,” she whined, her voice scratchy. “I’mmmmdying. Makeit’ssssstop.” She could barely think.

Suddenly, the black spots started to come together. The world kept coming in and out, and she couldn’t stop crying in agony. The pain didn’t let up—it was only getting worse!

She heard new voices after what felt like forever. She didn’t put together a single thing that they said, but she cried out in pain as she felt herself get lifted and laid down onto something. Every little movement was painful.

Rubbery-feeling fingers pushed up her shirt and started touching her around her stomach. As the fingers pressed down on the spot where the pain was the worst, she curled up with a pathetic whimper that she normally would have cringed at herself for making. But it hurt, and she couldn’t help it!

But the worst came when the fingers lifted. The pain at that moment was so intense that Spirit literally screamed in agony.

Am I dying?! she wondered, sobbing harder than she ever had before. She felt like she was moving, but she was still laying down, wasn’t she?

What’s wrong with me? was the thought that kept playing in her mind over and over, loud enough that aside from the pain, those words were the only thing she could focus on.

— — —

(Earlier)

Aiden saw Isaac heading out of the store as he was leaving, too. “Hey!” he said, catching up with him.

The blonde guy turned and looked at him with a smile. “Hi,” he said. “Spirit got sick of you, too?”

Aiden shrugged, chuckling. “How long have you two been friends?” he asked, falling into a step beside Isaac. “A long time, right? I could tell.”

“Yeah,” Isaac answered as he continued walking. “We’ve known each other since elementary school.” Isaac paused, looking at Aiden. “How long have you two been going out?”

“A few months now,” Aiden said. “And I’m planning on officially asking her to be my girlfriend today.”

Isaac’s brows shot up. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Aiden had a look of both excitement and nervousness on his face. “I’m gonna take her out to dinner to ask her.”

“Mexican food?”

Aiden slightly raised a brow. “Would that be the smartest choice?”

“Definitely,” Isaac told him. “She loves spicy food. And Mexican restaurants are her favorite. The Mexican place near Braden Park sucks, but a really good one she likes is the one downtown with the loud music.”

Aiden smiled gratefully at the advice. “Thanks.”

Isaac and Aiden found themselves hanging out and talking for a while. They actually had some common interests, including videogame streamers, some books, movies, certain fandom lores. . .

“Do you get what I’m saying? The FNAF movie wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good either. But I still—”

“Would totally see the second part if one came out?” Aiden finished.

“Yes, exactly!” Isaac exclaimed. “Also, what other video games would make good movies?”

“I’m still waiting for the day when an 'Among Us' movie comes out.”

Isaac laughed. “Oh, absolutely. Oh, and here’s a specific one: Roblox’s ‘Sacrifice Sanctuary’.”

“Even better,” Aiden interjected, “the demon-baby mode on ‘Who’s Your Daddy’.”

Isaac snorted a laugh, nearly choking on the coke he was drinking. Some other people in the food court looked their way as Isaac snort-laughed for a minute, and Aiden laughed as well.

When they stopped laughing, Isaac looked at his phone. “Hey, you wanna see Spirit? She should be on her lunch break now. Maybe we could all come back here to eat before she’s back to work.”

Aiden nodded in agreement, and the two of them stood and continued chatting on their way back to the music store.

When they rounded the corner, they were surprised to see a crowd around the store and employees telling people to clear away and back off, saying the store was closed due to an emergency.

Isaac and Aiden exchanged confused glances.

Then, suddenly, two EMTs came out of the store while wheeling someone on a stretcher. Both boys could immediately tell who it was. Both of them paled and felt their stomachs drop as they saw Spirit’s sobbing form—teeth clenched and red-faced and crying out in pain—being wheeled away.

“Shit,” Isaac said, quickly going after the EMTs. Aiden, without a second thought, went after her as well.

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Spirit felt heavy. As if she’d just been sleeping for a hundred years. As if her body was filled with lead.

Spirit?

She tried opening her eyes, but her lids were heavy, and she just felt so sleepy.

Spirit? Are you awake?

She struggled to blink a few times. Slowly, her senses began to come back to her.

“Spirit?”

There was a fuzzy form in front of her. She blinked and blinked until colors came together and she could see Isaac’s relieved face. “Welcome back,” the blonde chuckled.

Isaac was to her right, but she felt a hand holding her left hand, and she turned her head to see Aiden there, also looking relieved.

Her brows pinched slightly. “Why. . . What hap- Ah!” She quickly realized that moving—even just shifting the tiniest bit—was a mistake. She barely shifted an inch, and the movement pulled on her stomach, sending a shuddering burst of pain through her.

“Take it easy,” Aiden said softly, using his free hand to stroke her hair. “You’re okay.”

She frowned, her confusion evident on her face.

“You had appendicitis,” Isaac told her. Then he chuckled. “Explains why you were such a grouch today.”

Spirit narrowed her eyes at him, making him chuckle again and bend down to give her a hug. Isaac pulled away and looked at Aiden. “I’ll go find the doctor and tell him she’s awake.”

Aiden nodded, and Isaac left.

“Why are both of you here?” Spirit suddenly asked tiredly.

Aiden smiled and shrugged. “Isaac and I hung out and talked after we left you. He’s a cool guy.”

To her own surprise, Spirit actually felt glad that Aiden seemed to get along with Isaac. “Yeah,” she agreed. “He is.”

Aiden’s hand that was petting her hand moved down and he started to stroke her cheek. “I think you were feverish when I saw you this morning,” he said. “I felt how warm your cheek was when I hugged you. You’re cooler now.”

Spirit felt herself blush at the feeling of his hand on her cheek. “Sorry I won’t get to enjoy your surprise today. What was it gonna be?”

Aiden smiled and blushed softly at that, looking a bit surprised that she brought it up. “I was going to take you out to dinner. Isaac gave me some advice on where to take you. And I was going to. . . “ ask you to be my girlfriend, he finished in his head.

Spirit raised a curious brow, waiting for him to finish.

Aiden’s smile turned sheepish like it does when he’s nervous. Spirit knew the look all too well by now.

He shook his head. “That was it. I was gonna take you out on a dinner date. But we can always reschedule.”

Spirit nodded, too tired to read Aiden. She tried shifting again, only to wince. “It hurts.”

Aiden sighed and squeezed her hand. “I know. Maybe the doctor can give you something for the pain.”

She nodded and turned to head to lean into his palm, closing her eyes again. “Thank you for being here,” she mumbled.

Aiden felt his heart flutter a bit, and he smiled. “Of course,” he said, and he leaned down to plant a kiss on her forehead.

He had never done that before, and Spirit opened her eyes to look at him with surprise. Her cheeks pinked and she smiled, closing her eyes again and planting her own small kiss on the inside of his wrist.

By the time Isaac came back with the doctor, Spirit was out cold once more, and the doctor said the lingering effects of the anesthesia might make her come in and out of consciousness, and he checked her vitals quickly before leaving once more.

Isaac sat on a chair by Spirit’s bed, gently rubbing his friend’s shoulder. “The doctor told me that once she’s discharged, she should have someone to take care of her. I’m gonna leave really quickly so I can set up my guest room for her at my place. Can you stay, or do you have somewhere to be?”

“I can stay.” Looking down at Spirit’s sleeping and peaceful face, Aiden smiled and said, “The only place I need to be right now is here.”

Here, he thought to himself. Here with her.

With this girl who I’m entirely in love with.

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@bellysoupset

[soulcheri]

closed starter for @hallowcked

Fall Fest was one of the most anticipated events of the school year and this year, Brooke didn't want to go at it alone. Local businesses set up booths selling seasonal foods and goods at a discounted rate for students -- such as hot chocolate, apple cider, pulled pork sandwiches, doughnuts and cookies. There were classic games and activities too, like apple bobbing, tarot card readings, pumpkin toss, hayrides, a corn maze, and because it was a college -- local alumnis and students would gather around the parking lot to tailgate, drinking alcohol and spiked cider until their bellies were full and their hearts were content while an old scary movie plays.

Despite their most recent text fight, (Brooke's doing of course) there was no chance in hell they were going to miss it. Not when they missed the last two years due to Tyler being gone for one of them and them not being a couple for the other one. Naturally, Tyler had been the one planning most of their more recent dates, as part of his ongoing plan to win her back and make up for the whole Riley thing. But considering how things went over text messages, Brooke thought she would surprise him this time. Show him that despite how crazy she gets over their past, this.... them.... it's not going away. He said it himself when he cornered her at her last event party. And, he was right. "Get dressed." Tyler was still laying in bed when Brooke entered his bedroom and threw open his blacked out curtains. She could tell he was depressed and she refused to let him wither away and wallow in it. Especially when his sour mood was all her doing. "We're going somewhere. You're going to have fun. And besides, I want to show you something." While standing at the edge of his bed, Brooke gently pinches the outline of his foot to further rouse him. "If it helps, Isadora and Volchok will be there. So, if you're mad at me, you can just talk to them instead."

[butchreyes]

wip wednesday <3 another snippet from my lawyer/suspect fic! sorry i didn't post one last week (or did i? i honestly can't remember.. if i didn't i was probably struggling with something profound.)

tagged by my loves @paperstorm @carlos-in-glasses @strandnreyes @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @heartstringsduet and @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

“So what about this Dustin guy? Why isn’t anybody questioning him?” “They did, I guess,” Carlos says. “His story checks out. He never said he saw me, anyway, just that Iris told him I was there.” He takes a sip of water, licks his pink lips. “People like Dustin. He’s an anatomy professor at the university. Real upstanding member of the community, and all that.” “Did he teach Iris?” TK asks. He remembers reading that she was in medical school on one of those online true-crime forums. And what a perfect headline it would make: PROFESSOR SEDUCES STUDENT, KILLS HER TO SAVE CAREER. But Carlos shakes his head. “Not directly,” he says. “Still, I wouldn’t discount him,” TK says. “You know, they did a study on which jobs are most likely to attract psychopaths. Surgeons were, like, number five.” He doesn’t bother mentioning that police officers were placed at number seven. And lawyers— that’s another story. “He’s not really a surgeon. He only cuts into dead people.” “So he’s a death fetishist who abused his position of power to gain access to young girls,” TK offers. “He probably knows a million different ways to kill someone.” Carlos stares at him blankly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Not actually,” TK says. “I’m just saying, it’s all about how you spin it. A story doesn’t have to be true to convince a jury, it just has to be the most compelling."

tagging @reyesstrand and @mooshkat <3 see y'all next week! (i'm probably not gonna do sundays, otherwise i'd end up posting this whole fic. i'm not a fast enough writer for this lifestyle)

[sugarmasonmearii]

[C] Five Tea Party Magics

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"Brace yourselves for a tidal wave of cuteness. Because we're going to the Five Magics' tea party! It comes complete with delicious sandwiches, uniquely flavored jumbo poffins, some doughnuts and what else? Plenty of refreshing tea to drink, of course! And finally, my sweeties are all dressed up in their beautiful and adorable dress outfits for the occasion. Aren't these five little angels looking cute as all heck or what!?" - from Layne himself

As for me, I really enjoy this drawing. It reminds me back when I was drawing Gaia online Avis a lot, and it's really great to re-live those days through Pokemon.

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[honeybee-taskforce]

It's been a rough mental week but I have a fun banner for WIP Wednesday now, and I will persevere!! Even more from 'not strong enough'

TK lets the door slam as he catches himself on the entryway table. He jostles a picture frame that holds the precious photo of him and his father at his high school graduation. Toothy smiles and Owen's arm wrapped tightly around TK's shoulder. Blissfully unaware of what lies ahead for them both.

Owen had been late to the ceremony, his mom had told him months later, but TK was just glad that he had shown up at all.

He hears his name being called from the living room area, and steels himself. He's been gone much longer than their agreement allows.

Calling back and reassuring his father, he rights the picture frame back to it's normal spot and can't help when his fingers linger on the frame. Looking at the bright eyed and goofy smiling TK of the past just makes his open wounds burn.

The past has security. Spring Street meals with his mom. The 252 crew and station he's known almost his whole life. The bodega on the corner that his friend Martin's dad owned and gave him discounts all through college.

He wants to run right back out the door, to the comfort and safety net he's had all his life, but he doesn't. He can't run anymore. Months ago he uprooted his entire life to a state thousands of miles away from home, and he can't turn back now. He can't live in the past, as much as he still wants to.

Instead he steps into the kitchen, phone pulled out and picture of the rain forest pulled up already.

"I went to Brazil." TK says, holding his phone out. Owen is leaning forward on the couch, arms rested on his knees and hands covering his chin, almost accenting his frown lines.

no pressure tags to @alrightbuckaroo @heartstringsduet @paperstorm @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @sznofthesticks @lemonlyman-dotcom and @whatsintheboxmh + open tag to whoever sees!!

[asburyparkrp]

OCTOBER NEWSLETTER

Tourist season has finally come to an end! Beachgoers no longer have to pay admission or show a season badge to access the beach, and evenings on the Asbury boardwalk come with that crisp, cool air that feels really nice, not to mention the sweet smell of apple cider donuts. Shifting gears from summer solidly into fall, you start to see pumpkin decorations on porches and leaves turning yellow and bright orange. Exciting!

ooc note: Here are all of the activities your character can do around town this month! Feel free to incorporate them into starters, social media posts (don't forget to tag #asburymedia), and anything else you come up with!

ZOMBIE WALK ON THE BOARDWALK

That's right, the Zombie Walk is back! What is a Zombie Walk? It is an organized public gathering of people who dress up like zombies and then make their way around city streets in an orderly fashion for fun.

The Asbury Park Zombie Walk is consistently one of the Garden State’s largest Halloween-season gatherings. Everyone is invited to join in for a day of thrills, chills and laughter throughout the community. Zombies of all ages participate in this family-friendly event. Best of all, the Zombie Walk is completely FREE!

WONDER BAR

Howl-O-Ween Bash: Dress your pet in costume for a chance to win prizes at this dog-friendly event featuring live music and doggie treats for the best costume winner!

Monster Mash: Enjoy local bands performing Halloween-themed sets, with a costume contest for attendees.

CONFECTIONS OF A ROCKSTAR

Fall Treats Workshop: Join a fun baking class where participants create fall and spooky themed desserts.

ASBURY LANES

Halloween Bowling Night: Enjoy glow-in-the-dark bowling with Halloween music and costume prizes.

HORIZON BAR AND GRILL

Pumpkin Carving Contest: Guests will carve pumpkins on-site, with prizes for the best designs. $5 to enter, with $100, $50, and $30 prizes going to the top three pumpkins.

SILVERBALL RETRO ARCADE

Retro Halloween Costume Party: Dress up as your favorite arcade character for a night of FREE arcade games.

BLACK LOTUS TATTOO

Halloween Flash Sale: A selection of spooky tattoo designs available at a discount all month long.

GROOVY GRAVEYARD

Vinyl Swap & Spooky Story Night: Bring your vinyl records to trade and enjoy spooky tales.

SUNSET DINER

Fall Breakfast Specials: Special breakfast menu items, including pumpkin pancakes.

PARANORMAL BOOKS/THE PARANORMAL MUSEUM

Ghost Hunting Workshop: Learn about paranormal investigation techniques, followed by a night tour.

Paranormal Investigation Night: A guided investigation exploring the museum’s haunted artifacts.

JOHN ABBOTT ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

Fall Festival: A family-friendly event with games, food trucks, and a pumpkin patch.

Community Pumpkin Patch: Pumpkin picking, games, and a costume parade for kids.

SANDOVAL DOLLAR

Dollar Drink Night: Affordable drinks with a Halloween theme.

Spooky Trivia Night: A Halloween-themed trivia night with fun prizes.

ECLIPSE

Halloween Masquerade Ball: A spooky fabulous night of dancing with a costumed theme. $20 entry.

SHOWROOM CINEMA

Horror Film Festival: Screenings of classic horror films every weekend.

Cult Classic Series: Screenings of cult classic horror films with themed snacks.

VOODOO DOUGHNUT

Witching Hour Doughnut Tasting: Sample special Halloween-themed doughnuts.

MOVIES AT THE BARONET ROOFTOP (THE ASBURY HOTEL) OCTOBER 4/5/6 — Carrie (1976) OCTOBER 11/12/13 — Scream (1996) OCTOBER 18/19/20 — The Witch (2015) OCTOBER 25/26/27 — Halloween (1978) OCTOBER 31 — The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974)

BIRTHDAYS 🎉 OCTOBER 9 — Hollis Jones

[rmd-writes]

seven sentence sunday

thanks @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @goodways @tintagel-or-cockleshells @indestructibleheart @wandering-night19 @strandnreyes @lemonlyman-dotcom @leaves-of-laurelin @three-drink-amy @cha-melodius @heartstringsduet @carlos-tk @jesuisici33 @kiwiana-writes 💖 love waking up to all of your snippets, on a Monday morning pals! they're in the queue!

Have seven sentences featuring TK being extremely relatable, from Call Me (By My Name), my collab with @welcometololaland

His Instagram feed is pretty boring now that he’s unfollowed almost everyone he knew back in New York. He looks up Mitchell’s account and goes for a hate scroll because he can’t help it. TK taps through story after story of Mitchell at the gym, Mitchell doing food prep, Mitchell shilling some supplement he’s got a discount code for while rolling his eyes so hard it hurts. Then there’s a photo of Mitchell in what TK knows is Alex’s bed, lying in the patch of sunshine that falls through the windows in the afternoon, apparently in nothing but Alex’s very expensive Egyptian cotton sheets.  He throws his phone across the room. It’s not even that he still wants to be with Alex. TK has long since recognised that they weren’t good for each other and that he was clinging to the relationship because he was desperate to be the person who’s sober and deserves the kind of love that manifests itself in soulmates and proposals and happily ever after. He’s not that person.

I have no idea who's done this already, haven't had a chance to scroll the dash yet but I'll tag: @reyesstrand @nelsonnicholas @sunshinestrand @iboatedhere @maxbegone @daisymae-12 @lightningboltreader @decafdino @ambiguouspenny @freneticfloetry @never-blooms @apothecarose @wordthieve @everwitch-magiks @sherryvalli @14carrotghoul @celaestis1 @fitzherbertssmolder @birdclowns + an open tag for anyone else who wants to play 💖

[killervelveteenrabbit]

Danganronpa Cooking Headcanons!

Makoto made only average grades in high-school Home Ec, so he's inclined to discount his cooking skills. He can make his own meals if his mom is out of town or he doesn't have any pocket money for the school cafeteria. But he'd sooner pick up something at the corner store on his way to school. He doesn't share the food he makes with others, so he hasn't figured out that he's actually a better cook than he realizes. Curry over rice or noodles is his favorite food, and he always makes his own rather than using cheap storebought packs.

Aoi loves doughnuts so much she learned how to make them herself. Yeast doughnuts, cake doughnuts, deep-fried or baked, with all kinds of glazes and toppings… she's even mastered a recipe she found online for making them out of potatoes. Naturally, the skills Aoi picked up have translated into baking projects like cookies and pies. These usually turn out well so long as she doesn't absent-mindedly leave out an ingredient or forget she has something in the oven. She's flirted with the idea of opening her own bakery once she scores a few gold medals and retires from professional swimming.

The only thing Byakuya can make for dinner are reservations, and he usually has a servant on hand to make the phone call. Byakuya claims cooking is peasant-work beneath his station. But put him in a kitchen and you'll discover the truth: he's never been in a position to cook for himself, so the poor bastard can't even operate a coffeemaker. Microwaves frustrate him in particular--the one time he tried to use one, he didn't take the aluminum foil off the plate. To this day, he prefers to believe the machine was defective, something off with the wiring.

Celestia doesn't cook; she is cooked for… and you better damn sight not screw it up! As a child, Taeko loved making her favorite gyoza with her mother. Even if they weren't evenly fried or the stuffing came out of them after the first bite, Taeko enjoyed the experience of making them almost as much as eating them. But that was a lifetime ago. Ask her to prepare some gyoza these days, she'll scream at you for mistaking her for the help, distracting both you and herself from the fact that she's forgotten how.

Chihiro enjoys baking; he regards it as a combination of science and art that forces him to train different parts of his brain. Plus, you can eat the results if the experiment is a success! A video "she" posted of "her" attempt at baking chocolate-chip-oatmeal-raisin cookies briefly went viral, if only because it stood out from "her" usual gadget reviews and programming guides. "She" even received a few marriage proposals from fans afterward. As far as Chihiro's concerned, it's to the good if his fans liked it… and the demonstration of domestic skills helps him maintain the masquerade.

Quite frankly, Hifumi thinks cooking is "women's work", something females are supposed to do for the men they love. Furthermore, this junk-food junkie buys most of his food from vending machines and convenience stores, something he can shovel down while creating his latest Princess Piggles epic. He can fix himself a sandwich or boil up some tea or coffee if he absolutely has to, but that's it. Anything that requires actual effort, like Celestia's favorite royal milk tea, and Hifumi is out of his element.

Junko's analytical prowess allows her to pick up things quickly, and if she wanted to learn how to cook, she could do so almost overnight. But she doesn't want to. The aggravation she causes people by making them wait on her causes them despair, and not getting the food she needs and that feeling of hunger that results creates despair in her. Honestly, the only reason she would ever cook something for anyone is for the opportunity to adulterate it or poison it. Junko dresses to kill and cooks pretty much the same way.

As a cook, Kiyotaka is hyper-competent but spectacularly uncreative. He goes straight by the cookbook, following recipes exactly as written… and his insistance on "the proper way to make such-and-such" renders him unable (or at least unwilling) to innovate his own dishes. He noticeably fumbles when improvising alternatives to unavailable ingredients or equipment. Finally, he avoids preparing anything he deems unhealthy, lest he weaken the body and spirit of the people who eat it. You'll eat healthy and well with Taka in the kitchen… just don't expect dessert, unless it's fresh fruit or yogurt.

Kyoko's overprotective grandfather would allow her to make her own food, but not to use the stove, the oven, or particularly sharp knives for fear she might accidentally hurt herself. After all, she was destined to be a detective, not someone's housewife. She understands the processes of cooking, and even the science behind fermentation, heat transfer, why coriander tastes like soap to her, etc.. But she herself rarely cooks, relying on family servants for her meals. Oh, and Kyoko finds most instant foods greasy and disgusting… especially cup ramen.

So one time there was this girl at school Leon liked, and she was really into cooking, baking, stuff like that. So he figured he'd learn how to cook and totally impress her with his Mad Kitchen Skillz. He blew all his cash on cookbooks and utensils and ingredients--but pretty much everything he made got burned or half-cooked or just plain tasted like shit. While recovering from food poisoning from his own undercooked chicken yakisoba, Leon found out his dream girl was now dating an upperclassman. Eh. At least he can follow the directions on a box of cake mix. Hope you like it crunchy.

The Owada brothers both learned the basics of cooking at their mother's insistence. She knew one day they'd have to grow up, stop running wild in the street, and take care of themselves. Her lessons came in handy when first Daiya, then Mondo, had to look after their biker brothers with less involved parents. Mondo privately wishes he could learn how to do more stuff in the kitchen--making things instead of breaking them--even though it might seem a little sissified. Um… no, Mondo has no strong opinions about butter… why do you ask?

Life as a transient mercenary taught Mukuro basic survival skills, including how to set up a serviceable field kitchen, purify water, and hunt and forage enough provisions to support herself and her team. Ever the team player, Mukuro will readily volunteer to help with mess duty and even may take command to get the job done… unless Junko orders her not to. In fact, as long as her sister is around, letting her handle food is dangerous. She'll follow her sister's lead in making it inedible or potentially deadly.

When she's not chugging protein drinks, Sakura appreciates a nice big meal to give her strength for the day's training and fights. She enjoys preparing a large Japanese-style breakfast--several bowls of rice and miso, with tsukemono and natto made from cucumbers and soybeans grown in the dojo's gardens. She won't buy pre-packaged foodstuffs without checking the nutritional label. Too much sugar or sodium, and it goes back on the store shelf. Everyone she cooks for will eat the same thing she does, no exceptions. And are you really gonna argue with her about it?

Sayaka got tired of waiting for her dad to get home from the office with some cheap sushi pack he picked up on the way. So she taught herself how to make simple tasty meals that wouldn't require her to operate the stove and risk starting an apartment fire. She took the same Home Ec courses Makoto did in middle school and not surprisingly made better grades in them. Now Sayaka enjoys preparing low-calorie snacks for her bandmates when they have spare time. It helps her focus on something besides the dance step she flubbed in rehearsal or the way the label's new PR guy keeps leering at her.

One of Toko's early novels, "Fresh Baked Love", centers on a shy girl who wins the heart and appetite of her crush by becoming an award-winning chef. It's based on a longstanding fantasy of hers. As is, the only thing she makes consistently well are chocolates. Every year Toko prepares a huge bagful for her dream boy of the moment… and every year it ends up in the trash, unopened. BTW, her chocolatiering expertise does not carry over to her Genocide Jack alter… and if that switch has flipped, the question of who's preparing dessert is the least of your problems.

Yasuhiro's mother always treasured and complimented her son's attempts at cooking, even if they were barely edible. Consequently, Hiro labors under the delusion that he's a whiz in the kitchen. But he fails to notice how everything he makes always comes out burnt, underdone, dried out, soaked in too much sauce, bitter, crumbly, or some combination of the above. You can let him help with meal prep, but don't leave him unsupervised, always have backup ingredients ready in case he messes something up… and make sure he's wearing a hairnet, kerchief, or something similar.

Hajime is mostly indifferent about food, cooking it or eating it--unless you're talking about mochi. Then he gets weirdly finicky and sensitive about the virtues of kusamochi (his favorite) over sakuramochi (which he can't stand). In line with his non-Ultimate status, he's an average cook, capable of boiling rice, making sandwiches, and working the okonomiyaki stand at the school festival so long as he has help. His Izuru alter, being the Ultimate Everything, has the potential to be a master chef… but he has other priorities.

When you grow up foraging, scavenging, or even fighting for every meal, you learn how to improvise. Put Akane in a kitchen and she'll start looking through cabinets and containers, rifling through the fridge like a raccoon in a trashcan, quickly coming up with a combination of this, that, and the other thing that will feed her and everybody else in the house. Ideally, she'll find meat and plenty of it. If there isn't any, she'll find it, somehow, even if she has to kill it herself. Nothing Akane makes is remotely gourmet, but no one is going to starve on her watch.

Whatever can be said of the "Ultimate Imposter", to say they enjoy fast food is an understatement. The Imposter is practically a scholar on the merits of this chain's cheeseburgers versus another, the harmony between pizza toppings and sauces… they could pretty much write a dissertation on KFC in Japan compared to the US. But the idea of preparing their own meals is a foreign concept. Privately, they're too intimidated to try. So much effort and preparation--if they tried to replicate the foods they supposedly know so much about and fail, it would be just too embarrassing.

The eating of food, and the preparation of it for eating, is a fundamentally human concern. Hence, engaging AI Chiaki in conversation about cooking and food might inadvertently expose her status. She's learned enough from all the cooking simulation games she's played… but she doesn't have a favorite food or a least favorite. She doesn't know where milk and eggs come from, and she doesn't realize that food can spoil or not taste good. Critically, asking her to recall memories associates with certain foods generates verbatim repeated responses.

The real-life Chiaki is about as adept at cooking as her AI counterpart. She gets so engrossed in gaming that she'll forget to eat, then wonder why her stomach hurts. Then she'll take a break to grab an energy drink and a nut-and-cheese protein pack from the corner store. If she's at home, she'll raid the kitchen for cup ramen or condensed soup she'll eat straight out of the can. Preparing anything from scratch doesn't appeal to her at all. The few times she's tried have proven that it isn't as easy IRL as Cooking Mama makes it look.

Bodyguards at the Kuzuryu compound have learned not to comment on any late-night bumps and clatters coming from the kitchen. The housekeeper turns a blind eye to the occasional empty containers of sugar, flour, baking powder, and eggs that weren't in the trash when she clocked out the previous night. Everyone knows about the young master's sweet tooth, and everyone knows Fuyuhiko is above asking anyone to make the treats he secretly craves and devours in secret. Rivals aren't going to stop calling him "baby gangsta" if they see him nomming on a fried dough cookie.

Cease your labors, mortals, and behold the handiwork of the Dark Devas of Destruction! Tanaka the Forbidden One bids you gain strength and vigor from this ambrosia from the gods, his special STIR-FRIED GINGER TOFU WITH DAIKON RADISH AND SPRING ONIONS! Seriously, watching Gundham in the kitchen is like watching a cross between "Ratatouille" and "Fist of the North Star". Gundham gives the orders and the hamsters do the rest. Be forewarned that eating his mother's terrible cooking has imbued him with low standards for taste. Also, watch out for the odd bit of hamster fur in your salad.

As an arbiter and ambassador of Japanese culture, Hiyoko's family has trained her to whip up delicious full-course meals on demand. She will enthusiastically debate the merits of certain types of miso and curry over others, seasonal variations on sukiyaki, etc., all while explaining how even the worst of Japanese cooking shames the fatty, greasy slop that passes for Western "cuisine". Just… don't actually ask her to cook. That is beneath her. Hiyoko will, however, instruct you how to prepare dishes according to Saionji family standards… while telling you in excruciating detail how you're doing it all wrong.

Her voice is loud, her fashion is loud, and her music is loud… so it makes sense that Ibuki likes her food loud, too. Her standard cooking technique involves flavor-blasting everything to a degree Guy Fieri would find excessive. Sauces! Gravies! Dressing! Hot peppers! And mouth-burning, sinus-clearing amounts of spices, the more obscure the better. Each meal, regardless of what it is, comes with a side of heavily seasoned rice. It's all prepared while she blasts noise metal out of the speakers she's hooked up--which is fine, since you might not want to hear about how she "kicked up" those croquettes.

If you're fixing a propane grill--or modding it out so it can cook fifty burgers at once and alert you when each one has reached 74 degrees C in internal temperature--it makes sense that you know how the food the equipment prepares is supposed to taste. Kazuichi is indifferent about food and drink; all he cares about is that the cola isn't diet and you brought enough grub to share. But he knows what things are supposed to taste like and how to use and fix the machines so they taste that way. If that counts as knowing how to cook… then Kazuichi knows how to cook.

Mahiru's mother was more often "on assignment" than not, and her shiftless father wouldn't even take his discarded takeout containers out to the trash. Ever the resourceful one, Mahiru pulled up some recipes on her laptop, printed them out, bought the necessary provisions, and after considerable trial and error taught herself how to prepare basic dinners for two. And ever the photographer, Mahiru takes photos of everything she makes before she digs in, even if it doesn't look as pretty and put-together as the online examples.

Mikan will be the first to tell you she's an awful cook and anything she makes is unfit for human consumption. On this point, she exaggerates. She only thinks she can't cook because she inevitably drops a plate, spills the salad dressing, slices herself with a knife, or falls over in a heap and somehow ends up with the kitchen trashcan spilling all over her. With some assistance, she can pull off a lunch or dinner that is fit to eat and, more importantly, is healthy, low-fat, properly portioned, and high in fiber to help you maintain regular bowel movements.

Dinner time. Nagito is cooking, so you steel yourself for the worst. You're pleasantly surprised to discover nothing amiss. The garden salad, the roast chicken, the side potatoes, and the chocolate cake are all wonderful. But your nagging suspicions compel you to peek inside the kitchen. Sure enough, various ingredients are splattering the counters and walls. There are scorch marks on the ceiling, which drips with fire extinguisher foam. A cabinet door is hanging by its hinges. The dishwasher is halfway open, revealing the exploded remains of the toaster.

Eager to prove herself worthy of being the Ultimate Gangster's little sister, Natsumi actively seeks new ways to protect her family against rivals and upstarts. One of these, oddly enough, involves playing the part of hostess. She's read how Lucrezia Borgia and other poisoners took out their enemies undetected, and lately she's been… experimenting. Recently, a former "business partner" of her father's spent two weeks in intensive care with stomach inflammation. No one except Fuyu has made the connection to the purin custard Natsumi prepared for dessert when he came by for supper.

You get out of the human body what you put into it. Different bodies require different meals to help them reach their potential as athletes. One of Nekomaru's hidden talents is finding out what food they need. Count on him to help you bulk up, slim down, or otherwise condition yourself for your chosen sport. The one common element to all Nekomaru's diet plans is an efficient digestive system, not weighed down with excess material in the gut. With him as your coach, you'll eat like an champion, perform like a champion… and shit like a champion!

Ryota can draw food that looks so mouth-watering you'll want to eat it right off the screen. But actually making it? The most difficult part will be pulling him away from his computer set-up and out of his room. Once you get him in the kitchen, he can follow instructions, but he may rush things and cut corners so he can get this distraction out of his way, with disastrous results. Furthermore, he'll whine the entire time that he doesn't have time for this and he can't do anything that injures his hands and whipping this batter by hand is exhausting. Maybe you should just send the boy back to his studio.

Sworn to protect the Kazuryu bloodline, Peko is prepared for any contingency. She's trained to recognize when food has been tampered with and has occasionally functioned as a taste-tester. She can also prepare simple meals from edible berries and plants in case she and her charges are ever trapped in the wilderness. Peko would like to learn more advanced cooking techniques--like how to make those cookies the young master likes. But she's never pursued that interest. Her blade is meant for protecting the family, not chopping vegetables.

The Kingdom of Novaselic requires its royals and heirs to be reasonably self-sufficient, so Sonia's picked up a few "commoner" skills like meal prep. But she's far better at planning dinners than preparing them. And by "dinner", Sonia means grand banquets full of distinguished guests. To her, fifty people counts as an intimate gathering. Bring the appetizers out at five, the main at six, dessert and coffee come out right after the applause stops from the ambassador's speech… oh, and the Grand Duchess is allergic to fennel, so can we find an alternative to that soup that still complements the veal?

Teruteru's reputation in this arena precedes him, does it not? Give the guy enough time and he can put together a seven-course meal in the Sahara Desert. But Teruteru keeps meals for family friends simple yet succulent, from the miso soup to the castella served for dessert. Every dish is one he learned at his mother's knee and as a backup chef at the family restaurant, yet flawlessly executed. Even his renditions of basics like fish ball soup explode with a kaleidoscope of flavor. Don't forget to pre-order his new cookbook "Meals My Mama Taught Me" wherever books are sold!

Komaru does okay in her Home Ec classes, but within the humble kitchen of the Naegi household, she becomes a culinary nightmare. Her sense of taste is quite frankly not normal (favorite foods include sparrow’s nest, tuna eyeballs, and kangaroo meat) and this completely warps the way she cooks. Her family, Makoto included, usually take one bite of whatever she's cooked, try not to retch, tell her it’s good but they’re not hungry right now, and discreetly sneak the abomination, container and all, into the outside garbage. Komaru’s never realized why her family goes through pots and pans so quickly.

None of the Warrior of Hope kids would be any help in the kitchen. Masaru primarily eats whatever he can shoplift. Nagisa’s parents provided their lab rat with such meager rations that he has no concept of what makes a decent meal. Kotoko had servants preparing her meals, and her mother was interested in teaching her… other skills besides the domestic. Monaca will feign helplessness to get out of kitchen duty—you don’t expect a little girl in a wheelchair to fend for herself, do you? Jataro might be able to help, if you can convince him cooking can be a form of art and if you can get him to focus.

Outside of its potential role in poisoning cases, Shuichi gives little thought to food. His parents were either too busy working or traveling to spend time with him (cooking or otherwise), and his aunt took care of dinner when he moved in with her and his uncle. Home Ec is his least favorite subject in school, and at home he’d sooner do laundry than help in the kitchen. He’ll grudgingly fix simple snacks to keep his belly from rumbling, or he’ll pick up something from the corner store. Maybe the right person could show him how fun cooking can be, and how it can distract him and help him relax.

One of Kaede’s worst fears is something happening to her hands that stops her from playing the piano. This includes cutting or burning her fingers while cooking. Hence, she avoids excessive kitchenwork. She can whip up a few sandwiches or appetizers, using pre-sliced meats and cheeses. Clean oven mitts and potholders are a must, and she avoids using any cutlery sharper than a butter knife. Perhaps the only reason to have her in the kitchen at all is meal-planning. She’s been hosted at many high-class dinners by her wealthy patrons, and she knows what makes a successful soiree.

The natives on the island where Angie lives happily cook for her—providing needed sustenance to the oracle of Atua is a high honor. But sometimes Angie receives messages from Atua calling on her to return the favor, so she prepares huge meals for the people attending her festivals. If you love Polynesian cooking and plenty of it, Angie’s your girl. She can prepare slow-cooked pork cooked in a dug-out oven, poke and ceviche made with wild-caught fish, and grilled chicken in any number of sweet and savory sauces, all with generous sides of coconut rice and her favorite avocados.

In mountains, Gonta learn how to hunt food and make fire to cook food. But Gonta no good in kitchen. Gonta really no good in fancy kitchen back home. Break everything. Burn and cut hands. Gonta like to cook outdoors around fire pit, where smoke go up in air and not make beeping sound. Plenty of room to move around and not knock things over. Gonta good at barbecue! Gonta know how to cook any kind of meat tender and safe enough to eat while not burnt. Bug friends help Gonta find fresh fruit and vegetables to go with meat. You not go hungry in woods when Gonta with you!

Himiko may specialize in grand spectacles, but no mage is worth her wand without knowing a few magic potions. There’s one she keeps handy for curing minor illnesses. It requires a whole chicken, roasted and deboned. Then she forms a dough and cuts it into noodles. For the base she'll need butter, celery, carrots, garlic, assorted spices, and the best chicken stock available. Himiko carefully mixes the concoction, bringing it to a boil before letting it cool. Those uninitiated to her magic circle can’t speak for its curative powers, but they agree it’s the best homemade chicken soup they’ve ever had.

Between his regressive gender attitudes and his inherent machismo, Kaito disregards cooking as girly and undignified. He'll only fix his own meals if there isn’t a female around to do it for him. His grandmother did all the cooking for him, and the only thing he learned from her was not to touch a hot stove. With some reverse psychology—telling Kaito he can’t do something always flips a switch—he might try his hand at “manly” culinary arts like grilling. Don’t try talking him into anything more, or you’ll be subjected to a lengthy diatribe on the superiority of freeze-dried food.

Cooking is a part of the human experience that Kiibo was designed to replicate. He can follow the instructions in a recipe to produce decent meals, but he might not notice if the eggs have gone bad or a malfunctioning broiler has undercooked the fish. His "experiments" to create new dishes humans will enjoy resemble current AI attempts to replicate art and writing. Recent creations include pudding-filled rice balls, beer-battered steak in a strawberry-marmalade reduction, an "eggplant cake" with a peanut-butter glaze, and something called a "chickenloaf" served with bechamel sauce.

She doesn’t make a big deal about it, but Kirumi’s culinary abilities almost match Teruteru's. What she lacks in delicacy and nuance, she makes up for in resourcefulness. Her larder is always stocked with ample supplies of vegetables, pasta, cheese, eggs, beans, and a variety of meats and seafood. This way, Kirumi can fix any number of hearty, energy-packed meals and snacks for important people making important decisions, often late at night. For more formal functions, she is equally capable of finding a suitable caterer or commanding an entire kitchen staff to prepare state dinners.

Any city where D.I.C.E. sets up shop, all the best grocery stores and fine-dining establishments are burglarized within the week. They lose their best cuts of meat, their priciest liquor… and every last bottle of soda. Kokichi's army of merry pranksters marches on its stomach. If he's somehow dragooned into feeding people outside his organization, they can expect "fun" additions and improvizations on whatever's being served. Sorry, Kokichi, but no one else found the creamed spinach-filled-bonbons as funny as you did. Especially considering the spinach was cooked in Carolina Reaper hot sauce.

Korekiyo's world travels have exposed him to the culinary delights of a hundred or more cultures. But as his beanpole physique suggests, food is not a priority for him. He eats whatever's available--since sometimes he's had to eat grubs and insects just to survive or sample utterly vile local delicacies, like live octopus in Korea or surströmming that one time in Sweden. There is this chocolate mille crepe cake he makes, his beloved sister's favorite. Kiyo will occasionally prepare one, but only for very special girls, the kind his sister would have liked…

You need help preparing dinner, and Maki's the only one available. She sighs bitterly, but despite her initial reluctance she immediately sets to work. By the time she's done, she's taken over, preparing omurice for the main with sides of potato salad and yakitori and a giant bowl of zosui. She seals the deal with coconut thumbprint cookies with red bean jam. She confides in you that she used to cook like this all the time for other kids at the orphanage… and honestly, she's just happy to prepare dishes she doesn't have to spike with arsenic or cyanide.

The brilliant inventor Miu Irumi has better things to do than fuck around in the kitchen preparing num-nums for numb-nuts. She has been known to prepare special baked goods for boys she likes--pie with her her hair in it, cookies containing her fingernails, chocolate made with her blood, etc. So maybe it's better for all concerned that she stays in her workshop. She's memorized the numbers of every takeout place in the neighborhood that delivers, so all she has to do is answer the door, wolf down lunch while watching some kiddie show, and then go back to her current project.

Rantaro is basically a teenage Anthony Bourdain, having been a hundred or more places across the globe and picking up at least one recipe or cooking style everywhere he's been. Linguine carbonara from Italy, churrasco from Brazil, pad thai from Thailand, Nashville hot chicken from America… would you care for some jollof rice, and if so do you prefer it Nigerian or Ghanaian style? Rantaro has sworn to prepare all these dishes for his gaggle of sisters once he finally tracks them down--he's come a long way since the days of fixing them riceballs and pancakes.

Ryoma has a few favorite recipes he'll share if asked. They're surprisingly good for someone whose palate has been exposed to a steady diet of prison food. But… you might notice a theme. Turkey meatballs? Salmon patties? Sardine omelettes? And then there's his special tuna and rice. Yep, you're eating homemade cat food, the same recipes Ryoma lovingly prepared for his beloved Russian Blue a lifetime ago. Storebought industrial kibble just wouldn't do. Stop complaining--you've had a full serving of protein, fiber, and vitamin D. At least he didn't sneak a vitamin pill into it.

Tenko's master tried teaching her how to cook, thinking it would encourage focus, discipline, patience, etc. He failed miserably, but some of the cooking lessons stuck. She's particularly good at the art of nabemono--preparing hot pot dishes. She takes care in selecting the appropriate pot, seasoning the stock just right, and picking out only the choicest cuts of meat and vegetables… especially tripe, her favorite of all. If you identify as male, make sure to thank her appropriately after the meal to keep her from knife-handing you in the face.

Anyone can tell you that the fabric and accessories required for serious cosplay cost serious cash. Tsumugi paid those costs and her dues by bartending at various clubs and bars, using a skillful application of makeup to convince employers she was an adult. She's learned how to fix any number of cocktails on demand and she knows a few tricks of the trade, like substituting the cheap stuff for top-shelf liquor once patrons have their buzz on. She can also fix a fair number of pub snacks, especially the salty stuff that makes people thirsty.

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