#dunc and egg

[queenhelenblackthorn]

to all the people complaining about too much dialogue, no action and filler episodes in HOTD: this show is not for you. there aren't any dragons. there will not be a battle every other episode. sit this one out please I beg you

[aussie-bookworm]

Spotify the fuck???????????

[obrienpolycule]

I want Show!Dunc to be black so bad guys

[aclownsclownery]

now that I'm getting into the fnaf I'm realizing how many things on I've known for so long are from the series, mostly audios.

But also, EGGS FUCKING BENEDICT IS FROM FNAF??????

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE I HEARD IT FIRST BUT IT SURE WASNT FNAF AND I WOULD JUST SAY IT EVERY NOW AND THEN BECAUSE IT SOUNDS FUNNY BUT APPAREBTLY ITS THE STUPUD FUCKING TYPING PAD MESSING UP MICHEAL AFTONS NAME???????

[yuurei20]

Twisted Wonderland the Novel English Translation Review: Excellent

Did a quick read-through of the English-language novel (not a word-for-word comparison with the original novel yet), and: it is an excellent translation!

Some quick notes about the more language-sensitive parts:

・As in the English-language game, Grim is referred to as a weasel in the prologue. In the original game, the original manga and the EN manga, he is called a Tanuki.

・Much like the EN manga, the original game/manga’s use of the word “egg” has been changed to “fledgling.”

・The incantation for Riddle’s unique magic is: EN Novel: "Are you ready for your sentence? Sentence first! Verdict afterward."

EN Manga: “Are you ready for your sentence? The verdict comes afterwards. Any last words?”

・The conversation where Yuuya explains where he is from is very similar to the original novel:

"I'm from Nihon," Yuya told him. "Ni-kan?" "Umm. Ja-p-an." Yuya tried the English name of his country, but that apparently did not click for Crowley either.

・The references to Japanese schools beginning in spring and NRC being more closely related to schools in Europe and America have been retained.

・Curse words have been changed into things like “punk,” “dunce,” etc., with Ace repeating “dodo” fairly often.

・The line where Ace tells Yuuya to drop the honorific from his name was changed. Instead, Yuuya thanks Ace by saying “I really appreciated your help yesterday” and Ace responds, “This isn't some highfalutin rich-kid school. You don't need to be so polite."

・The line where Deuce tells Yuuya to drop the honorific from his name was changed to Deuce protesting against Yuuya thanking Ace first instead of thanking him first.

"How come you said Ace first?" Deuce protested. "I'm first."

・Cater consistently refers to Ace, Deuce, Yuuya and Grim as “Acey, Deucey, Yuey and Grimmy. At least once he refers to Riddle as “Riddley.�� No nickname for Trey.

・As there are no honorifics Yuuya refers to Riddle by his first name only, Ace refers to Trey by his first name only, and Deuce refers to Cater, Trey, Riddle and Malleus as “Diamond,” “Clover,” “Rosehearts” and “Draconia.”

・The incantation for Trey’s unique magic is: "White to red, red to white.”

・In the original novel Ace says “Thank you,” in English, while in the English translation he says “merci.”

・”Beastpeople” are called “beast people” instead of “beast men.”

・Yuuya reflecting on how Chenya does not use an honorific with Riddle was changed to, “Yuya had only ever heard Trey talk about him so casually.”

・The line about Cater using honorifics with everyone except Trey in serious situations was changed to, “He usually sounded so lighthearted when he called Trey's name…And Cater only said his name so seriously when it was truly important.”

・The EN game switched from “magical healers” to “medical mages,” and the novel went with ”magical healers.”

・Ace refers to Riddle without an honorific just once in the original novel. This is commented on in a line changed to, “You’re already bossing him around.”

・(There is a typo where Cater and Trey are talking about Riddle’s upcoming duel, and a line that Trey says is attributed to Deuce. Deuce is not in the scene.)

・(There is also a typo where Enchanted Mine (changed from ”Dwarf Mine”) is written as “Enchanted Mind.”)

・Ace’s original line of “the way a kid turns out doesn't determine the value of their parents” was written backwards in the EN game, but the EN manga and novel are both accurate to the original game/manga/novel.

・Cater’s line in the original game/manga/novel admonishing Trey for hiding his true feelings has been upheld in the novel as well as the EN manga, with only the EN game rewritten to Cater admonishing himself, instead. (This was possibly subject pronoun confusion.)

・Much like the EN game, Leona’s “Be prepared” was rewritten in the EN novel.

[caitchercatlady]

He'll Have to Go Through Me

-Diasomnia Version

Malleus Draconia

You would think that once your secret friendship with Malleus became public that no one would dare to lay a word or finger on you again. Malleus made his point to being a pacifist a couple of times, but if the time were to cal for it, Malleus will not hesitate to lay down the law. You and Hornton adore some peaceful evening walks to clear your heads.

On this night, you ask Hornton to relax together in the field, to which Malleus was more than willing to do as long as it's with you laying next to him. You two are laying in the grass when a duo of students also enjoying the night see you and utter the word "weakling" as if it was the most common word in their personal dictionaries. They learn quickly to shut up as a lightning bolt lands a little too close for comfort, causing them to run off like bats out of Hell.

"These humans get too bold for their own good. Rest assured, Child of Man, I will never let this boldness be to your detriment. If you are ever bothered again, promise me that you will seek my assistance, will you?"

You promise Malleus, and he is more than glad to guide you back to Ramshackle safely. If Malleus had his way, he would stay with you for as long as he saw fit, but when you told him that you'd be fine sleeping in your dorm tonight, Malleus respectfully lets you go until the next day.

Lilia Vanrouge

Ever since you piqued Lilia's interest, he's been aware of your every vibration. On one night, he senses something off coming from Ramshackle, so he has to pause his video game session to transport to your dorm. From a tree in the distance, he sees that Ramshackle is under a classic egging attack from a couple of dunces. Oh, this veteran is not going to accept this, regardless of how harmless the act is compared to what Lilia had to deal with throughout his life.

He poofs himself to another tree closer to the house and spooked the riff raff from continuing their "prank." The delinquents try to stand up to the Diasomnia Vice Housewarden, but Lilia doesn't move an inch.

"You're right. I can't do anything about it, but I best believe that the Headmage would get a real good laugh once I tell him this funny tale tomorrow morning. He would find it so funny that he would love to invite you to his office and talk to you about it. What do you think? Should I go do that, boys? Should I?"

Not wanting to argue with Lilia further, the riff raff make a complete dash for the hills. Lilia magically clears the egg aftermath out of existence. He spots you watching the entire show from your bedroom window. Lilia kindly winks before vanishing back to Diasomnia.

Silver

As aloof as Silver may be, his training since childhood isn't all for naught when it comes to keeping the peace at Night Raven. He's spending his lunch period, napping in the garden, when he is woken up to loud bantering from the other side. Silver spots you being cornered by a couple of his own dormmates, poking some fun at he school's lay person. You say something one of them doesn't like, and that hoodlum gets angry enough to use magic on you, hoping to put you in your place.

At the speed of light, Silver blocks the spell from touching you with his wand. The dormmates are terrified to see one of Malleus's righthand men intervening. In fact, Silver threatens to inform the Housewarden and the Vice Housewarden of their misdeeds if they refuse to leave the Prefect alone.

After they run off, Silver turns around and hugs you close to him as he could. He tells you that everything is okay. He senses that you want to let out something but can't.

"Let out a cry, Prefect. It is not courageous to keep your fears inside. I'll be right here to blow those fears away, so cry as you must. Cry it all out."

Sebek Zigvolt

Though Sebek's life goal is to serve Malleus for the rest of his living life, part of that position is also protecting all who Malleus cares about. That happens to include the Prefect, much to Sebek's chagrin. His loyalty to Malleus is put to the test as he's making his track runs during P.E. class.

You are just doing your best to make the track time when a couple of chuckleheads think it's funny to push you down into the grass. Sebek's blood boils at this. To avenge you, he uses his baton wand to trip the bullies onto the ground as he's sure that will catch their attention. Sebek berates the heathens and demands they apologize to you. The bullies scoff, but that only makes Sebek's wand grow brighter.

"I don't announce my commands twice. Apologize...NOW!"

The bullies quickly apologize (though their sincerity is questionable) and they run off away from you both. You are pleasantly surprised at Sebek's generous and noble deed to the point of tears. You hide your face in Sebek's P.E. uniform. The half croc fae's face reddens in embarrassment, but he reminds himself that this is for Malleus to see his worth. Although the thanks from you doesn't hurt much either.

[fantasyqueen502]

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 2

Summary- (Before the infection/apocalypse) A look into the life of Mrs. Miller. A rough couple nights of the Millers handling a screaming Sarah.

Relationship- Joel Miller X female Reader

Rating: PG New parent struggles Word Count: 728

"Y/N," Joel grumbles with exhaustion, rocking a screaming Sarah in his arms. The snoring woman doesn't move. "Y/N." He says a little louder, adjusting the screaming child, who begins to squirm in his hold. Y/N stirs rolling onto her back. Leaning over her "Y/N!"

She jolts up, headbutting his face. They both groan, Joel holding his forehead and Y/N holding her nose. "What is wrong with you?" He groans.

"You just headbutted me!" she spat.

"Why are you yelling?"

"I am now deaf in one ear, and you brought in a screaming baby, you dunce!" She holds her nose while checking her hand. "Am I bleeding?" throwing off the blanket making her way to their bathroom. Wincing at the bright light and wiping the few drops of red from her lip. "What's wrong with Sarah?" she asks.

"She's hungry." He informs.

"There's milk in---"

"--the fridge, the second shelf to the right, yes, there wasn't any."

"I just pumped. There's like twenty bottles." She pushes past him. Downstairs, swinging open the fridge door. Groaning at the sight of an entire shelf of bottles. "You didn't even look," she said, taking Sarah into her arms.

"You said the second shelf."

"Yes."

"That's the third shelf."

"It's the second shelf. Why does it matter?" She shushes bouncing Sarah, who continues to scream in her ear.

"One...two...three…" he counts."

"You don't count the first shelf."

"What?"

"You now know where the bottles are now, get one!" She snaps. "It's okay, baby. Shhh!" a mantra, repeating them over and over. Watching Joel walk past the sink.

"What are you doing?" She grabs his arm.

"Warming the bottle."

"Not with the microwave. You'll scold her. Run it under warm water." She gestures to the sink.

Running the bottle under warm water for a few moments "Think it's warm enough." Shaking a few drops on his wrist.

POP!!!

The top rolls about the tile with milk splashing everywhere. All over his arm onto the floor, soaking their socks.

~•~

Y/N awakes to the room basked in gold. Lifting her head from her pillow. Sitting up to Joel nudging the door open with his foot.

"Morning," she greets. Eyeing a tray in his hands.

"Good morning, Mama." He smiles. Placing the tray on her lap. French toast and eggs. She eyes the clock on her nightstand.

"It's two in the afternoon." She gasps.

"You deserved some extra shut-eye." Taking a seat beside her, rubbing her thigh.

"Nutmeg?" She smiles, pointing at the breakfast with her fork.

"And cinnamon." He adds. "Just how you like it." He smiles.

"Thank you " at a loss for words. Taking a few bites of egg. "Sorry for last night."

"We were both sleep-deprived and not thinking straight." He runs his thumb over a small bruise beginning on the bridge of her nose. Y/N scrunches her face at the tenderness, looking at the matching mark near his hairline. "Eat up before your food gets cold." He instructs. She cut herself a big piece of toast and egg, mopping up as much syrup as she could. Shoveling it into her mouth. She hums with delight. "Good?" He asks rhetorically. She nods, pursing her lips for a syrupy kiss which he gladly accepts.

~•~

"I’ve just been so tired." She yawns, taking the tray of dirty dishes to the kitchen to wash.

"You just had a baby; it's our badge of honor as parents." leaning in, noses brushing against each other, but Sarah's cries interrupt them. They're groaning, chuckling at their daughters' perfect timing.

"I got it." He volunteers, placing a quick peck on her lips.

"I've got the dishes." She adds sneaking a second peck to his surprise. "Thanks for breakfast." She coos.

~•~

"I was thinking—" Joel calls out, making his way down the stairs of the home now gifted with silence. "---about calling up Tommy to watch Sarah to give us some much-needed mommy-daddy time." He smiles. "How's that sound?" He asks, noticing the sink overflowing with water. "Y/N?" He calls as she doesn't respond and begins to sway suddenly collapsing onto the floor. "Y/N!" He shouts, rushing over to her. Cradling her face and patting her cheek. Heart racing when her eyes didn't open. "Y/N? Baby? Can you hear me?" He calls lifting her into his lap.

Series chapter order:

Mrs. Miller

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 2

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 3

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 4

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 5

[matthew-pasquarello]

hersurvival

stuck the eggs to the wall, comedy and agony in a trench-coat of tragedy and dunce caps on the ant traps pledge allegiance to the holes in my socks - buy me new days ones i can fit in salt shakers find me new ways to counteract the blush when i meet my maker join him in his grasshopper song

[isawken]

how i got invited to a council meeting for the world's oldest professional clown organization: a reflection on the value of weird niche interests and shooting your shot

it is 2 PM EST. i work from home- i've taken my work laptop to set up in the bedroom along with my personal laptop. i shouldn't be away for more than 30 minutes. call it a late lunch. i've made sure my Zoom icon has been changed from the little gif of a monkey from the video game Ape Escape wiping his ass with a towel over and over again to the far more respectable default icon. i've put my full first name as the username in place of "snart". i am very, very nervous. 2:01 PM. i always wait exactly one minute before hopping into a meeting i'm nervous about. i hate being the first one in a call. the burden of initiating casual conversation is one i particularly hate.

i enter the zoom room key and passcode and enter the meeting.

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those who know me irl or follow me on twitter know that i'm like, really into clowns. i could (and probably will one day) write an entirely different thinkpiece on the reasons why this happened to me. i have not always been Clown Guy. i never hated them, but never loved them, until around 2018 when i started really getting into jesters. the interest in clowns was a lateral move at that point. this makes a lot more sense in my head than in real life, but whatever. you get the point.

i started doing clown make up, getting clown supplies, doing clown photoshoots for fun. a neat little creative outlet. then, as with all of my fleeting interests, i started consuming everything i could about the history of them. and my fleeting interest became a full blown fascination.

one of the more interesting things i learned about was clown eggs. short version: in the 1940s a dude named Stan Bult decided to make a clown organization. and as part of this clown organization he integrated a fun hobby- painting and adorning chicken eggs with the visages of famous clowns, and later, members of the organization itself. these eggs were a staple of the org until Stan's death in the 60s. The practice fell to the wayside for a couple decades, then was rebirthed in the 1980s, with a new group of chairclowns and a new artist. it is once again a staple of the organization, and one i am enamored with. the crazy part about it all is, Stan Bult was a chemist. not even a clown.

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i am on the phone with Dee Dee, the lead chair of the organization. on my application i mentioned extensive social media usage, and she emailed me a few days after approving my application one evening asking if i'd be interested in helping out the organization with their social media presence. i'd be a fucking dunce to say no. she tells me about the current person in charge of their various social medias. she likes her, she says, pausing to add a tone to the next part of her sentence. it's the kind of tone you use when you are expressing dissatisfaction to someone and you're confident they'll commiserate your feeling. "but, she's not even a clown."

i give a very diplomatic (noncommittal) "ah, yeah."

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it is a tuesday summer night and i am drunk, and i am filling out an application for a clown egg before i lose my nerve. i already have my signature make up. i'm actually really proud of it. red lips, blue nose, yellow eyes. red yellow and blue freckles. a red circle, blue square, and yellow triangle pattern above the eyebrows and under the eyes. red yellow and blue checkered button down with cowboy fringe on the chest. a tan stetson given to me by my grandfather. a gaudy clown face bolo tie. i did a pretty good job if i do say so myself.

i send the photos along with the application, 100% confident i will get rebuffed because i'm not a "real" clown. i do get rebuffed, but not in the way i expect. the person fielding applications, Dee Dee, instead gently asks me to submit a membership application first, then she'll be able to send in the order for the clown egg. she says my face design is very cute. i fill out the application and send it back in immediately.

a few days later and i'm sent an email saying my membership fee payment has been processed, and welcome to Clowns International! attached is a PDF of a hilariously simply-edited membership card. it's a sharp, bright red. it features my full name, my clown name, my signature, and my membership number. i'm clown number 22011. text in italics at the bottom of the card says "Members in Good Standing must show cards on request for all CI meetings."

i really hope i can go to one of those, i think to myself, giddy at this eyesore of a rectangle and what it means to me.

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i enter the zoom meeting.

"Oh, there she is!"

i am greeted by a short row of older men and women. i am guessing the youngest aside from me is probably in their 40s. the oldest looks like they could be 80. Dee Dee starts right in.

"So that's what you look like under your makeup! Everybody, this is who I was telling you about, Ken____. She's a bit of a new clown, and she's agreed to help us out with some of our social media."

Dee Dee references a "blog" that i run. i am immensely thankful that she never asked to see my twitter account, and no one else on the call asks either. they just take my expertise on faith. well, faith, and the spiel i give them about how consistent posting will result in increased engagement, and how best to go about engendering social media growth. i throw out plans for posts- history threads, cute memes or art spotlights, posts highlighting members' eggs. the older ones just nod along, but one in particular is very enthusiastic. he tells me he had a tiktok recently get a million views of him and a clown buddy chasing each other in tiny cop cars. i nod along.

the tiktok guy and the guy managing the facebook argue for 30 minutes about whether or not to focus more on social media presence or maintaining the current membership. they go in circles until finally moving on to the horse hospital event (still not sure what that's about) and annual Grimaldi funeral service (i'll make a different post about that one day). then the newsletter. then some other random updates i zone out on. it has been almost 2 hours. i have my work laptop on the bed next to me and am covertly answering emails while the clowns bicker.

turns out even british clowns are exactly as grumpy as regular british people. who knew.

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i am very good at making plans. i love nothing more than making a document detailing actions and ideas in a concise, clear manner. i make a social media treatment, detailing plans for potential posts and even fully written out history blurbs with pictures that can be adapted into threads or instagram posts. i send that out. Dee Dee asks me to follow up with the facebook guy and the twitter/insta girl. the facebook guy just straight up gives me access to twitter. the twitter/insta girl does not respond to any emails.

i've been posting on their twitter account for 6 months now. it's right here if you want to take a look at it. not to brag (lol jk this is definitely a brag), but i've just about doubled their followers in that time. the instagram girl still hasn't given me any log in info, despite my gentle offers to "help" with insta posts. i also notice it has not posted in about 2 years now. i am an interloper, a newcomer. she is the daughter of one of the chairclowns. i am sitting on this information for now. the last thing i want is to instigate a clown war with an old british person. i'd lose for sure.

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i'm not a "real" clown. i don't do parties, i don't work at a circus. i don't think i ever will (i'm only 28 though, who knows what the future holds). all i do is clown around on twitter for people's amusement. but over the last two years i have gained so much understanding and respect for the profession, and all i want to do is share that. i have another board meeting with them soon. i am very curious how this one is going to go. Dee Dee has mentioned a few times how she wants to meet me in person one day. this is all kind of a charade- i am waiting for the day when they realize i'm not an active working clown in the traditional sense, and they kick my civilian ass out. i really hope i get a clown egg before that. it's been about 9 months and no word though, so my hopes aren't exactly high. i go back and forth on whether or not i deserve one. and then i remember that the founder of the whole organization was never a clown. he just really liked them. and it's lasted about 80 years now.

this whole clown thing has been one of the most positive forces in my life over the last few years. i'm sure most of you know how fun it is, to dive headfirst into a new obsession. it's fun to share it with people- most are immediately at least interested if not just bemused when i bring up clown stuff. and it gave me the confidence to apply to a fucking clown organization and get a membership card and become one of their social media managers and holy shit how fucking insane is that??? even if this blows up, even if i get kicked out and never get my egg and it all burns to the ground, that is something i can keep in my heart forever. that is a story i can whip out at any party for the rest of my life, and get chuckles. i may not be a real clown, but i'm definitely addicted to getting chuckles like one.

anyways, the moral of the story here is to apply to whatever your version of a world renown clown organization is. get drunk on a tuesday night and shoot your shot. and even if it doesn't go great you can always make a fun story out of it. or a really, really long post on tumblr.

[fictonrantsworld]

I don't care what anyone says this is my shiera seastar casting untill I see dunc and eggs one in liveaction.

She's literally so gorgeous

[skaruresonic]

you want to know how bad I am at building things, I once failed my way to an A in tech class

we had to build egg crash carts - little wooden cars meant to house an egg, which would be sent down a ramp and collide into a concrete wall:

your grade was determined by the angle at which the egg finally cracked. kids made really good carts and still took a hit to their final grade because of the egg cracking at the 45-degree incline, something I was absolutely dreading.

being a total dunce at woodworking, I created what I was certain at the time to be an F-tier egg crash cart. I handed it in late; it was basically an unpainted, unsanded, unpolished plank of wood with wheels attached.

on top I had glued a cardboard box and stuffed the inside with cottonballs. this thing was so pitiful that the lid wouldn't even completely close on top; I had to tie it shut with a string.

and yet, for reasons that still befuddle me, the egg survived collision at every tier, up to the highest tier of a near straight drop. both me and the teacher were like

[hikari-drkspc]

❅ “You're Mine” ❅

character: yandere! bakugou katsuki [boku no hero academia]

warning: yandere, slight violence ; MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, PUT YOUR AGE IN BIO/PINNED POST TO INTERACT

words: 1k

a/n: this is a repost from my main blog (@/hikari-writes) so yes this writing is old + bad, i just moved them here w/o editing bc im lazy and wants to keep reminding myself how bad my writing used to be <3 this was a request too! Sort of related to this post,,,,

“Hey, Bakugou! That’s MY egg rolls!!”

Kaminari protests at Bakugou who just stole his dish right in front of his eyes.

“Shut up, dunce face! You don’t know how to appreciate good food!”

Bakugou shoves away Kaminari’s face and starts to chomp on the stolen egg rolls.

You just stare at their antics with a wry smile on your face. You’re surprised these two never got bored of arguing about this stuff every time you come to their dorms.

You don’t exactly know what causes it, but lately, Bakugou’s been more aggressive on stealing food from Kaminari. He has done this several times before but recently, it just seems different than usual.

You weren’t even kidding when you said that Bakugou stole about 75 percent of Kaminari’s food each time you brought him one.

While you appreciate the fact Bakugou holds the food you make to such high regard, you’re not exactly sure what he meant when he said Kaminari doesn’t know how to “appreciate” good food. It’s not as if Kaminari doesn’t enjoy your cooking or anything. In fact, he seems tremendously upset when Bakugou stole his food.

Maybe Bakugou just wanted more of your food but was too shy to admit to that so he stole Kaminari’s food instead and covered it up by saying he “doesn’t know how to appreciate good food”.

That’s what you originally had thought anyway.

Today, Bakugou has stolen at least 80 percent of Kaminari’s food and you’re starting to feel bad for the electric boy. You take one of your egg rolls and bring it closer to Kaminari’s face.

“Open wide, honey~”

You jokingly said in a motherly tone. Kaminari has always been like a younger brother to you and sometimes he also makes your female motherly instincts kick in, so it’s always natural for you to act like that sometimes around him. Kaminari himself understands your intentions when doing this, so it’s not as if what you’re doing is considered flirting or anything.

But a certain spiky-haired blondie isn’t taking what you’re doing as some kind of motherly gesture.

Oh, no. It’s far from that. In his eyes, it almost feels like flowers are growing in the background as you’re about to feed Kaminari.

And he isn’t liking it one bit.

So he did what felt like the right thing to do in the heat of the moment.

Boom!

You and the Bakusquad members all turn to Bakugou who’s facing the table he just exploded using his quirk. You look at him in great concern, wondering what suddenly got into him for him to suddenly blow the table like that.

“Bakugou? You okay?”

At this point, all attention is directed towards him but he still refuses to face any of you. You heard him mumbling something under his breath, but even when you’re sitting next to him, it’s still hard to comprehend what exactly he was saying.

“Sorry, what was—”

Before you got the chance to ask him what he was saying, he suddenly stood up and yanked your hand, forcibly making you stand up.

You wince in pain and look at him in confusion. Kirishima wastes no time and starts to stand up as well when he saw what Bakugou did to you.

“Hey, Bakugou, why did you do that? That’s no way to treat a girl.”

He looks at him in disapproval. Bakugou stays silent with his head still facing down. You’re starting to get scared of him at this point. Mina takes notice of your discomfort and starts to approach you two.

“F-for now, just, let go of her hand…”

In no time at all, Bakugou abruptly takes off with his iron grip still around your wrist. You almost fall as a result of losing your balance but his grip on you helps keep your balance.

This took everyone by surprise, but none of them made any effort to stop him. Rather, it’s more like everyone doesn't dare to stop him. Without you noticing, before Bakugou took off, he had sent a menacing glare directed towards the others. It was unlike his usual glare that they’re so used to. No…this time, it looks genuinely threatening.

The glare almost felt like a silent warning from him to not follow the two of you. They were glued to their seats as soon as they saw it. You don’t bother to question why your friends didn’t come after you since you’re too busy trying to match with Bakugou’s rapid footsteps.

~~**~~

“Bakugou! Hey, what’s wrong?! Let me go!”

You desperately try to pull back your wrist but he continues to ignore your apparent discomfort and pleas.

After dragging you for God knows how long, he finally stops and as if dragging you so suddenly wasn’t enough, he then slams your body to a wall and grabs both your shoulders, completely trapping you.

You grimaced in pain at the roughness of his grips. His nails felt like they’re digging into your skin, making you glare up at him. You’re starting to lose your temper at the explosive boy but your mouth was kept shut when you saw the look in his eyes.

His expression is so cold and unreadable. His eyes are glinting dangerously, making you feel scared more than angry at him.

“Did you think you can just do that and expect to get away with it?”

He asks in a low, grumbling voice. You look at him in confusion.

“Do what? What do you mean?"

"Flirting with that dunce face.”

This made your confusion grew. Since when were you flirting with Kaminari? Rather, why is he so disturbed by the thought of it? In the heat of the moment, you let your anger and frustration get the better of you and reply to him with the last thing you’re supposed to reply with.

“Even if I did, what is it to you? It’s not as if you’re my boyfriend or anything, so why do you care?”

“Because you’re fucking MINE, Y/N.”

He hissed these words while his nails keep digging into your skin. You yelped in pain at his painful clutch. It took you a while to process what he had just said because of the pain but once it did, you look at him in disbelief.

“What the…”

“What, did I stutter? I said you’re MINE. And you forever will be, whether you like it or not.”

[gingersnaptaff]

Treat!

Had fuckin scroll through the gwyn story to get to my favourite bit but hot-digguty damn here we go!

'Dylan waved one hand at me, as brown as driftwood, in joy. His white teeth were borne in a smile, his yellow curls rustled by the wind, and Pryderi and Cigfa beckoned me over, their arms outstretched, their voices raised.

Blood pounded in my ears as I took off in a flying run down the hill, stumbling over my feet in my haste to see them. 

“Gwyn!” It was Dylan who I had eyes for first. His cheeks flowered with buds of pink, the colour of coral, and his left eye had swollen since I had last seen him. It was the size of a bird’s egg, the skin the dark black of a sea swell, yet his smile had not diminished in cheer. “Are you alright?”

“I should ask the same of you!”  My voice was thick with temper, and I railed my fists down upon him, utterly forgetting that he was taller and broader than I. “You – you arse! You fool! You thick-headed dunce!”

“Gwyn!” He laughed. It was the sound of the sea against the shore, husky and warm. “You’re pretty when you’re angry! But don’t hit me there – that’s where uncle bruised me! I’m sorry for leaving.”

“You should be!” I continued, uncaring of his apology. I was so close to him that I could see the freckles that dusted his nose.  “Four days! Four! I’d feared that something had happened! I thought that you had been dragged off by – by some – some underwater beast! I – I worried for you, and then you just come back with a breezy smile and nary an apology for me!”'

[agentrouka-blog]

Hey I hope you don't kill me but have you though about making a rereading project about the world of ice and fire and fire and blood or the dunc and egg novellas. With all the targaryens you would brobably want to jump from a bridge but.....

I have thought about it!

I'm actually getting more tempted to do it, too.

[holdmecloser-gandydancer]

for the prompts to shake things up: 21 with thb and/or anyone else you feel like from at the bureau, if you feel so inclined!

"so it was YOU who took a full bite out of that stick of butter!! please. please. why??" from this prompt list!

Taako can’t stand living with other people.

Eh, that’s a little harsh, he supposes. He can stand it just fine, he just hates it. That’s a little nicer. Probably.

It’s not so much the being around other people he hates, it’s the sharing of space. He’s very particular with how he thinks stuff should be arranged. That’s not such a bad thing, he thinks.

But the communal kitchen thing will probably kill him if it doesn’t kill a colleague first.

He swears he’s the only motherfucker on this moon who has any idea what food safety even is. Every single day he has to remind these dunces that meat can’t defrost on the counter and milk shouldn’t be stored in the door and that you shouldn’t eat two fucking deviled eggs that have been sitting out on a windowsill for gods know how long, are you actually a lunatic?

That’s why he takes advantage of the kitchen at, what some might call, whack ass hours. Nobody to bother him, nobody sniffing around his pots and pans, nobody trying to sneak a bite.

He doesn’t share food and nobody needs to know why.

He’s craving an omelet. A fancy one. One with potatoes. And spinach. And lots of goat cheese. And onions. And garlic.

He’s contemplating more components as he whips his eggs up. As he’s rummaging around one of the cabinets he’s charmed, he idly wonders whose bright idea it was to build a secret moonbase without decent storage in the living spaces. His hand closes around the cool metal of his nice copper pan and he does his best to extract it noiselessly.

He turns the burner on and looks around for his nice butter. They apparently like, sing to the cows or some shit. It’s one of the little luxuries he’ll indulge in since it just makes food taste so much better. When he pulls it out of the fridge, however, he’s horrified to see just how the damn stick’s been brutalized.

He can’t use the rest of the stick, the thought genuinely makes him want to gag. So now he’s out a nice breakfast and a few silver pieces.

Good thing he’s going to be so calm and normal about this butter abuse.

-

Attention all occupants of this dormitory, please make your way to the kitchen ASAP. Or else.

Taako, what are you—

All good here, Madam D, never you mind!

Taako, this is inappropriate use of Bureau—

The intercom cuts off abruptly. Even with having just met the guy, Magnus has a feeling that Taako means business and isn’t keen on waiting. Merle and Robbie stir and make their way to the elevator. On their way down to the kitchen, even more groggy Bureau members step onto the elevator.

Merle and Magnus find themselves quietly humming along to the tune.

They all find Taako standing in the dorm kitchen and scowling. He says nothing for a moment before marching up to Robbie. “Open your mouth.”

He looks down the line at other Bureau members. “Uh, wh—”

“Just show me your teeth and this will be painless,” Taako demands, clutching a stick of butter in other hand.

After a reasonable amount of hesitation, Robbie opens his mouth and grimaces, exposing his teeth.

Taako squints, looking from the butter to Robbie’s mouth and back to the butter. “Close it, you’re clean.”

“Taako, what’re you doing ‘sides freaking out Rusty here?” Merle asks.

“Uh my name’s actually Robbie,” Robbie clarifies before being waved off by Taako.

“Well, Merle, I was just trying to make myself a bangin’ breakfast. Big ol’ omelet with a ton of shit. But do you know what the first step of making an omelet is?” Taako paces up and down the line of Bureau members he’s assembled in the kitchen, smacking the stick of butter in his hand against his palm.

“Cracking some eggs?” Avi ventures. Taako glares at him.

“Cracking some eggs,” Taako repeats, “Is but one of many ‘first steps’ in making an omelet. Don’t ask how there are multiple first steps, I am a wizard and a chef, not a fucking scientist. But perhaps the most important step is putting a big knob of butter in the pan and letting it become nice and foamy. But I can’t do that today! And do any of you care to venture a guess as to why?”

He’s met with blank stares. Typical.

“It’s because one of you has decided to bite into my stick of butter with your gaping wide maw,” Taako hisses.

“Can’t you just like, transmute some more butter or some shit? That way you don’t have to interrogate us at ass-o’clock in the morning?” Killian says flatly.

It’s a blink and you’ll miss it moment, but Taako’s jaw tightens and his eyes harden a little. Whatever comes out of his mouth next is going to be some evasive shit and Magnus knows it. And he’s not sure how.

“It’s about the principle of it all,” Taako deflects. That tracks.

“Wait, I thought we were calling her the Director, not the principal,” Merle interjects.

Taako casts him a withering glare. “Also, who has the spell slots to waste?”

Magnus grimaces and puts his hand up. “Hey, listen, Taako. Don’t be mad—”

“Probably gonna be mad now, my man.”

“—But it was me,” Magnus admits. “You can check it against my teeth or something.”

“I could cast Zone of Truth,” Merle offers.

“Eh, not so sure you should be wasting your spell slots. After all, they’re so helpful when you use them,” Taako says. “Why the actual shit have you done this?”

Magnus looks around sheepishly for a minute. “Well, I was eating this spicy soup, like really spicy, and my mouth was burning and you said that drinking milk straight from the carton was a no go but I also knew that dairy soothed mouth burn.”

Taako doesn’t say anything for a little while. He pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a sigh that could extinguish a hundred years’ worth of birthday candles. “So instead of drinking milk straight from the carton, you decide to bite my stick of nice butter.”

Magnus nods.

“I hate the moon.” He tosses the stick of butter towards Magnus. “You’re all dismissed, except Magnus who is going to Fantasy Costco, replacing my butter, and dealing with that cat at the cash register.”

[autisticarmadillo]

The Truth About Roosters

Content warning for animal (chicken) violence and injury mentions (but don't worry, everyone's fine now)

It's a common misconception that you can't have 2 (or maybe just too many? I'm not sure of the specifics of this rumor) roosters in the same flock of chickens.

That might be sort of true for roosters who are introduced to each other later in life. After all, in all species, there's a hierachy (I don't know how to spell that) that needs to be enforced and sometimes reworked whenever a new creature is introduced.

I have 18 chickens. Of those 18, I have...(please hold while I count -- Copper, Vegas, Biter, Rebel, Cinna, Scip, Dancer, Vulture) 8 roosters. Copper and Vegas were two of my original 5 chickens (the other three, hens, are sadly gone from this world). They grew up together as brothers. So over the two years over their lives, there has been plenty of bickering, of course, but there was never any true violence. The one time Vegas did start to get overly aggressive towards Copper, he was removed from the chicken flock and put in with our two guineahens. When we moved him, we did briefly consider keeping this arrangement permanent, but that quickly proved both impossible and unnecessary. While our intention was to simply separate Vegas from the other chickens (while still keeping him nearby, the chickens and the guineas live next to each other), the guineas took it upon themselves to put Vegas in his place. After 1 afternoon with the guineas, Vegas was returned to the chicken coop with a much better attitude. He's still king of the flock and nips all the other roosters into place sometimes, but he's never been violent or overly aggressive ever again.

Cinna, Rebel and Scip were all hatched from the same nest of 9 eggs. Also growing up together, we don't have issues with their behavior towards each other. Dancer and Biter hatched from a smaller nest of 5 a few months later, and again, we don't have behavior or aggression issues.

There has only ever been 1 other instance of violence in the flock (well, technically 2, but it was the same rooster responsible, so I count it as 1). Vulture had attacked Rebel first, but we didn't know it right away. All we was was an injured Rebel (he's okay, don't worry). And it was only Rebel. Rebel gets his name because he's then one that'll wander off by himself and too far for comfort and safety, so we thought he simply got into something or got attacked by a weasel or mink. It was only a few weeks later that my mom caught Vulture attacking Biter and we realized that had to be what happened to Rebel too. So Biter was checked for injuries (he had none) and Vulture was isolated from the flock. After 3 days in solitary on the back porch, he was returned to the flock. This was months ago now and we haven't had any issues since.

So the short version of all that is: Roosters, like all creatures, will fight for dominance and order. It's the natural way of things. But raise them together and/or teach them right, and, like all creatures, the violence can be discouraged and corrected.

Okay, making this post made me realize...I have 8 roosters, which means I have 10 hens, BUT SOMEHOW I GOT 11 EGGS IN ONE DAY?! Now I'm suspicious one of my roosters is actually a hen and I'm just a dunce....