#glorious crumb as usual

[woncon]

➳ the case of the missing cookie

➶ stray kids ot8 x gn!reader ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ where one of your boyfriends ate your cookie and you need to find out who was the thief, so you kiss everyone.

➴ genre: fluff, poly, slice of life, non-idol au

: ̗̀➛ warnings: mxm interactions (ofc), one punch, a lil' bit suggestive if you squint, a few pet names, a lots of kissing (꜆ ˃ ³ ˂)꜆

⌨ :: 2.8k words ♡ ︵ . .

⁀➷ special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this fic into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.

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You've been keeping your cookie in store for a while now. You're searching for the glorious ocassion to eat it, and finally the time has come: your university assigment is all done, checked and sent, and you're ready to celebrate your success with having the tasty chocolate chip cookie.

The box is surpisingly light. You rip off the plastic cover, and your heart skips a beat. Your cookie isn't there, just a few little, orphan crumbs. You stare at them in disbelief, as if they would be able to point at the offender with their fingers. Half an hour ago you took a dreamy look at the cookie, because you were reassured by the knowledge that you can have it soon.

But one of your boyfriends was faster than you. Someone meanly ate your small treasure, your favourite sweet, which you guarded like how a mother would her tiny, innocent baby.

You throw the empty box on the kitchen counter, and you decide, you'll find and unveil the perpetrator. The crime happened less than thirty minutes, you just need to find the lips that taste like cookie, and then... There will be consequences, for sure. No one can eat your cookie without punishment. With that definite thought, you furrow your brows, nod and already on your way to investigate.

Minho wanted to take a look, if there's enough canned fish for the cats. That's why he goes to the kitchen. Where an unexpected you grabs him firmly and kisses him angrily and intensely. His tongue cannot resist, it's a miracle that your nor his hip doesn't hit the kitchen counter or one another. He grabs you by the hips and when he could truly have a taste of you, and take the lead, you pull away to take a breath.

You breathe onto each other's mouth after the kiss ends. Minho gives the now less furious you a questioning look. Usually, you're not the passionate one and you feel a little embarrassed in his arms, so you quickly get out from his lightsome hug.

"I'll explain later," you mumble the promise.

So, Minho can check the cat food with the memory of your lips on his mouth and heart, and you your other partners.

Your next target, who you find is Felix, sweet Felix, who wouldn't touch your cookie, 'cause he wouldn't want to hurt you this way. But it's possible that he accidentally ate it, and he didn't know the cookie was yours, so you definitely need to kiss him. It's a must.

You sit down on the sofa next to him in the living room. He's playing video games. You're still blunt from the kiss in the kitchen, so you shyly and gently pull his shirt to get his attention. Felix pauses his game, turning to you with interest on what you would want. But before he could ask you, you lean into him, crashing his lips with yours in a slow, sensual way. He tastes sweet, but not from the cookie, rather the raspberry flavored gummy bears laying next to his thigh. You're happy that you have no reason to be angry at him, and in addition you can kiss his perfect lips.

You leave his warm lips with a smile. You feel more calm and self-conscious.

"You can continue playing. That's all I wanted."

Even if you want to leave, the boy with the glittery, loving look and with galaxies shining on his face won't let you.

After a few more kisses and a giggly freckle pampering session later, with lips a little numb, but oh so loved, you go to the studio, 'cause Chan is surely there. You're ready for the next kisses to find the cookie flavor on someone's lips.

As with Felix, you wouldn't assume that Chan ate your cookie with malicious intent. Although when he's doing hard work and he gets hungry, Chan doesn't pay too much attention to what he's eating at the moment. He could eat it without knowing it was your cookie.

Before you open the door, you knock properly, and after his tired voice invites you in, you step into the room. Chan turns to you in his chair. He flashes a gentle smile, but his dull eyes show you that he is exhausted.

"You need a break."

"Yeah, yeah." Chan sighs while drumming on his thighs, sinking into his chair.

"If you continue like this, you will fall asleep on the keyboard." You step closer, running your fingers through his soft hair, massaging his scalp which he accepts with a relieved groan. Suddenly Chan pulls you into his lap and you cling to his shoulder with a surprised squeal.

"No, if I use you as a pillow."

Chan's smile widens and grows into a lovely grin as he cuddle you like a joyful yet sleepy koala, hiding his handsome face in the crook of your neck, imitating snoring sounds. You giggle at his playfulness, fishing his face out.

For a few silent moments you just watch him in deep awe. Chan caresses your back in slow circles and you give in and kiss him. He didn't eat any cookies, but he drinked one or two mango flavored energy drinks.

"Was this my goodnight kiss?"

"Not necessarily. You can get more, if you go to sleep in the bed."

"Im gonna save, then go. I promise." He press a light eskimo kiss on you and smiles widely. "Okay?"

"Uh-uh. You have ten minutes. If you're not with Seungmin by then, no more kisses for you."

After you threaten him, you leave his comfy, warm body and the room to search for your next boyfriend and potential cookie thief. Typical workout music emanates from one of the rooms: you enter there.

Changbin is on the rug, doing sit-ups in a loose athletic shirt. The TV shows the actual task and the remaining time. The music rumbles from the speakers. The boy is sweaty, his biceps streching perfectly. You're just in luck: he has a half minute long break right now. He just lays there like a starfish, panting heavily until you sit down on his stomach, pulling him up to your lips by grabbing the front of his cloth. His sigh is muted by your roaming mouth. It doesn't bother Changbin, he really enjoys how you randomly yet lovingly kiss him, how close you are. You don't mind that your chest is pressed againt his and your shirt getting a bit sweaty from the thight contact.

Changbin is very sexy, such a biscutie and a talented kisser, but he didn't eat any cookies recently, instead he had fruit flavored ice cream. The coldness is gone, but the taste is still fresh-like on his tongue.

"What's up?" He asks in a raspy voice which sends shivers down your spine. He strokes your sides lazily as the timer won't run out soon, as he can offer himself to you as long as you need him. You wanted to keep your mission as a secret, however you didn't know that Changbin would look at you like that, interested in whatever you want to say.

"Somebody ate my cookie, therefore I taste everyone. Lucky for you, you aren't the one." Your hand strokes his chest, touching every muscle beneath the sweated cloth, slightly lingering a bit on his abs.

Changbin smirks.

"Jisung was really suspicious when I went out on break."

"Thanks for the hint!" You kiss his puffy face, then get up.

The last time you were with Jisung, he was clinging to you, and he was demanding not just hugs, but attention. You were trying hard to calm him down. You reassured that when you finish your task, you will give all your hugs to him. Is it possible that Jisung ate your cookie out of revenge? Hopefully not.

But where could Jisung be? He was probably seeking hugs from somebody else. There's no better place for this than the big bedroom, where Seungmin sleeps. You approach the room on your tiptoes, quietly opening the door into the semi-darkness.

On the bed, under the big blanket hill, you can hear peaceful snoring. Smiling, you get closer, climbing on the bed. Paying attention not to kneel on anybody, and when you sucessfully make your way behind your closer boyfriend, you nest yourself to his back. You immediately recognize Seungmin from his scent, his messy hair and the soft way he snores. You lean over his shoulder to place a light kiss on his cheek. He couldn't eat your cookie unless he's a sleepwalker, which is completely out of the question.

However, the boy who sleeps next to Seungmin, maybe. Jisung maybe. You need to find out, that's why you're here. You can't cuddle up with the lovely duo and just rest, you need to know whose fault it is that you can't enjoy your celebration cookie.

You approach from the other side of the bed. Jisung's head is fully in Seungmin's chest. He got as close to him as possible.

"Hanie... Jisungie... Baby..."

You kiss his shoulder, fondling his back, softly calling his name.

"Huh?" Jisung turns your way, his tone is dripping from deep sleep. You kiss his lips. The kiss is slow, dripping with honey like his dreams. Sweet, but not from the cookie, more like the hazelnut chocolate that Changbin probably saw him eat earlier.

"Y/n..."

"Just sleep, baby." You rub your nose on his neck, when his head slumps back on the pillow.

As you climb backwards on the bed, wondering where you should search for your remaining two boyfriends, an unexpected loud noise comes from the bathroom followed by muffled swearing. Something hit the ground with a loud thud.

You become scared that something bad happened, for example the hair dryer fell on the unlucky Jeongin's or Hyunjin's feet, but that's not the case. You can see that when you open the door hurriedly. It was just the comb on the ground and Hyunjin's feet look fine - as fine as feet can be. He bends down for the fallen thing.

"Is everything alright?"

You ask in a whisper, the door clicks behind you. You let go of the doorknob, and grab the towel. You want to help dry his locks, they don't look ready for combing yet.

"Yeah."

Hyunjin is a strong-minded guy, besides his overwhelming charm helps him reach what he desires. For example, you on the top of the washing machine rubbing his hair, while he is between your thighs.

Or even the last cookie...

Hyunjin hums from the pleasant feeling as you try to dry his hair. He puts his hands on your waist, drawing you a bit closer. Then he sees your shirt.

"You're wet? Did I make you wet?"

"No. Changbin did. I mean, this is his sweat."

"What did you do?" Hyunjin mouth turns upwards into a smile, his left eyebrow frows in a teasing manner. Devilishly angelic.

"Nothing bad." You feel the heat beneath your cheeks as you poke his nose and stop the hair drying.

"Nothing bad, huh?"

Hyunjin's eyes gets smug and excitedly dark. His gaze is on your lips, touching you with his look first only, then dulcetly devouring your lips by savouring them.

Hyunjin's kisses are magical. He also magically diverts your attention from your cookie-finding quest. He didn't eat your cookie, you don't taste it, however you can't make yourself move from his embrace. He's a born talent: with his kisses, he easily distracts you from his nimble fingers working their way beneath your shirt, then with proficient and successful movements he takes it off you.

When you lean back to protest, Hyunjin lifts the material over your head, then throws it into the laundry, so he can hug your bare waist smirking pleasantly. The air feels heavier in your lungs as his fingers draw circles and unrecognizable shapes on your side.

"Hyunjin..."

Your sigh bursts into laughter as he tickles your sides and your naked belly.

"Stop, stop! Hey! Hyunjin!"

When your vehement protest bears it's fruit, Hyunjin cheekily yet lovingly smiles at you.

The door opens, both of you look at the arriving Chan. He isn't surprised, just looks at the two of you with a dreamy smile. Hyunjin and you are one of his favourite people, and seeing you together always makes his heart beat faster, while he smiles like a teenager experiencing his first love.

"I came for my promised goodnight kiss."

"Can I have your hoodie in exchange?" You want his black hoodie so bad. Though the air was hot a minute ago, it's still cold for your uncovered skin. "You won't need it anyway. The boys warmed up the bed so much, it feels like it's burning. You won't be cold."

Chan doesn't nod, just pulls his hoodie off his head. While he does it just for you, you can catch a piece of his brawny stomach, 'cause his shirt slides up a bit too. The view is satisfying indeed.

You happily pull on the relic which smells like Chan and feels like his hug around your whole torso. You still smile when you give him your goodnight kiss. Chan hums gratefully, caresses your cheek, then he gets a kiss from Hyunjin too, gently grabbing his not dried locks.

The conclusion hits you like a train: there is only one boy left who could eat your cookie.

Jeongin. The sassy, naughty Innie.

"Do you know where Innie is?"

You get down from the washing machine with the intention to track down the thief. No longer his identity, but his location.

"He went to the market."

Hyunjin finally uses the hairbrush.

"He should enjoy it while he can."

Your eyes become dark and threatening.

"What happened?"

"He ate my cookie. The last cookie."

Chan hisses. "Woe to him. Come, hug out your anger from me and Sungie, while he isn't here. Maybe it will help."

"Okay."

Chan gets behind Jisung, and sensing the big, comfortable body's heat, the boy turns around and clings onto the older with a content whine. You settle down on Chan's other side, cuddling up to him, listening to his heartbeat. As his heart calms down, he began to snore quietly as he sinks into sleep. You smoothly pat Jisung's hand, trying to focus on that and not imagine how you'll chase Jeongin with your slippers when he comes back.

Your cookie is holy and invulnerable.

You can't stay idle for long, you get up, tuck your boyfriends, then you leave the bedroom and you don't stop until you're in the living room where the freshly showered Changbin, Felix and the cats are. They're chilling on the sofa, watching one of the many Bruce Willis movies.

You sit down next to Changbin. The frustration is too much, you huff and your head land in his shoulder, the tip of your nose softly touching his neck. Maybe the stress wouldn't follow you there. Changbin's hand softly strokes your thigh as his other hand lays on the top of Felix's knee.

"Have you found Jisung?"

"Yes. But it wasn't him. It was Jeongin. He isn't home yet."

"What are you whispering about?" Felix curiously leans closer, rubbing the purring cat's head.

"I found out that Jeongin ate my cookie."

"What will you do to him when he arrives?"

"I'll kill him. I just don't know how yet."

Changbin tries to hide his smile. You are really cute when you curdle like that, 'cuz it's clear that you won't fulfill those threats.

As if somebody told him to come in, the thief arrives. You, your two boyfriends and the cats can hear the front door's opening, the key clinks, the coat swishes, the shoes tap on the floor, and there is one more person in the house.

"YANG JEONGIN!"

You're very fast, getting to him by seconds. Your mouth is a strict line, and in your eyes, the betrayal and the wrath swirls when you punch his chest, offended.

"You ate my cookie!"

"Ouch!" That's his reaction. He doesn't protect his body from you, you can easily use him as a pounching bag if you want to. But even if you're grumpy, you get interested in the thing he is holding behind his back. It's rattling. In turn, as hard you try to see, as committed he is to hide it from you.

"Please, don't kill me. I didn't know that cookie was yours, 'm sorry that I ate it. But I brought a whole pack just for you. Can you forgive me?"

Jeongin shows you the box of cookies, while he looks at you with the most precious puppy eyes and makes a little pout which melts your heart instantly. That's the guilty Innie's speciality.

You accept your gift, then you softly sigh. You're reconciled, you don't resent anymore. You can be easily reassured. You even press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, so he knows that you forgave him. Jeongin smirks widely, his eyes turn into mischievous half moons.

You're pleased and proud too, 'cuz in the end you found your missing cookie and solved the case.

[officialdaydreamer00]

House fire

ROLLO FLAMME — in which one can predict a student exchange program might go south real quick

COLLAB WORK with @unfictinalnightmare for [The chimes of comfort]

CONTENT — takes place after glorious masquerade, our yuusonas (hillary and irene) are yuu, silly shenanigans with hillary and irene, encounter with 3/4 diasomnia oh no D: , little crumbs of mallerene

A/N — lol i have returned for a bit :)

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Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4: Encounter with Diasomnia || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6

After a while of shopping, the group of three humans and one monster returned to Night Raven College.

The students parted ways for the Prefects, but curious eyes followed Rollo with every step he took. Some looked confused, others sent him unpleasant stares. He could tune them out, no problem.

As they arrived back to Ramshackle dorm, however, a situation they didn't expected happened.

"Irene, Morutel, and... Flamme?"

"YOU AGAIN!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

Malleus came to visit the dorm on a whim, as usual. But this time, he had Silver and Sebek with him.

Such a sudden encounter with both parties who didn't like each other to begin with would not end well. And of course, it proceeded to turn into an even bigger mess, much to the Prefect duo's dismay.

Sebek yelled out, making everyone in the vicintiy flinch in surprise.

Grim found his hands flew up to cover his ears from the louder than normal yell. Silver quickly stood in front of Malleus, ready to protect him from Rollo. Said perpetrator of this commotion was watching with a blank stare, silently asking the Righteous Judge why he must curse him with an encounter with Draconia the moment he stepped a foot into NRC.

What a cruel joke fate had set him up with.

"Wait- Sebek, no!"

"You are a guest to our school, you should have been treated as such. My apologies for Sebek's rudeness, Flamme." Malleus gave Rollo a simple smile, though it made the hairs on the back of the silverette's neck stand up.

Hillary was quick to stop Sebek, who was roughly grabbing Rollo by the collar of his shirt, and tried to separate them. Meawhile, Irene, as calm as she could manage, explained what had happened to Malleus and Silver.

Understanding the situation, Malleus only then told Sebek to let go of Rollo. If a fight broke out without being stopped, their two Prefects would rain hell on the student body.

No one wanted to be put through their strange spells and unorthodox potions, never again.

"It's... alright, Draconia. I'm fully aware of how dedicated your guards are to you. I just didn't expect them to be so... hasty."

Rollo knew for sure, that smile was anything but sunshine and rainbows. That and the hostile auras exuding from his two knights. However, Rollo couldn't just leave it at that and accept such defeat.

Beside magic, the thing he couldn't stand the most in this world was Night Raven students.

...

..

.

"Alright, that's it...!"

Meanwhile, Hillary had been watching the whole thing like it was her favourite soap opera. Only when Rollo looked as if he would pass out anytime soon from the verbal assault, did she finally went to stop the black-haired girl. She pushed Irene over to Malleus, waiting for her to cool off.

At that moment, Irene felt as if something snapped in her. As everyone were stunned from her sudden burst of anger, she threw at Rollo an astounding myriad of harsh words that she wouldn't normally use.

The more she looked at the silverette, the more pissed she was. From their previous trip to Fleur City until now, Irene rant out all her pent up anger on Rollo.

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"That was quite an entertaining sight, Child of Man."

After Irene calmed herself down, she received a round of laughter from Malleus. He didn't expect his Child of Man would have such moments. A bit mean-spirited, sure, but that didn't mean she was any less endearing to him.

"I- Please stop talking, Tsunotarou!!!"

Irene exclaimed in embarrassment, trying in vain to cover her reddened face. Earlier, she was so pissed, she didn't notice her surroundings, and only when Hillary pushed her away did she remember what she did. That was so embarrassing... Why didn't that witch Hillary stop her earlier!?

[two-braincells-in-total]

SPOILERS FOR THE GRANDEST GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First off, I want to say that I liked this more than I expected. I don't usually vibe with spin-offs, I just don't like it when I get attached to characters amd then they become side characters in the next book, but this book surprised me in a good way

Let's unpack the characters:

Lyra: Don't come for me, but I must admit that I expected more from Lyra's character. Don't get me wrong, I still like her, but it was a little disappointing. Maybe a reason for it is that her POV wasn't as packed with action as the other characters' POVs, but either way, she has potential, so I'm having hope for Glorious Rivals. I don't know if I want her to win the game, because on one hand, hse deserves it, but the other hand, I really want Rohan to win

Gigi: her character hit very close to home, but in a good way. I saw myself in her, specifically tye dedication and the way no matter what she does she's never the best, the way she thought she was too much, which is also a reason why I was just as hurt at the end of the book. I was very sad when she got eliminated from the game, she was the third person I was rooting for (the first being Rohan, the second Lyra) and I know she was using the game as a way to prove to herself and the others that she is good enough, and I know from experience the devastation that comes when you fail. I really hope we have her POV in the next book, too, because I NEED to know why they kidnapped specifically her and how she's going to escape

Rohan: I didn't like him in The Brothers Hawthorne, but I LOVE him here. He was flirty and sassy and clever and I really enjoyed reading his perspective. I'm kind of disappointed that we didn't see much about his past, his POV was mostly focused on the game, unlike Gigi and Lyra, who we got to see as teenagers with trauma, but we got some crumbs, so I hope we get to see more of it in the next book. I really want him to win the game, because as much as I dislike the concept of the Mercy, it's the only live he has, he doesn't even have a last name outside of it. I don't know if I want him to decide that such lifestyle isn't good for him and attempt to start over, or deal with it, because the Mercy is a part of him, so for now both options work for me

Grayson: I have to admit, out of the good characters in the other books, he was my least favourite. I believe that there are two kinds of relatable characters - 1) the type that makes you feel seen, so you love them and 2) the type that points out all of your flaws and insecurities, so you dislike them. For me, Grayson is the second kind. In this book, however, it's obvious that character development has been done and I actually liked him. I still don't get why they decided to make him a player, what are they planning with this? And isn't the point of the game to give money to someone who needs it, why would they give him the chance for it and lessen the chances for winning of the other players? I really hope they explain it in the next book

Brady: I felt something was off with him from the very beginning, but I still fell for his lies and everything. It was exactly what Gigi needed to hear, and if I'm being honest, what I needed to hear, so I didn't see the traps. I spent a huge part of the book fighting with myself about him, because some part of me wanted him to be Gigi's love interest, while another part said that he's too good to be true and that's exactly what it was. I felt Gigi's hurt at the end of the book, especially when he accepted to continue the game, even when most of the game was solved by Gigi (who I applaud for the choice to accept her loss, even though I think she should've accepted the extra chance). I figured out that he wasn't what we thought he was around the time of the power cut off, I felt that he was going to betray her, and even though he didn't exactly do that, I still think there's more to him than what we know now and I highly doubt it's good

Knox: I had complicated feelings about him the entire time, up until the end. Part of the negative feelings about him were cause by the comparison with Brady and, now that I know who Brady is, I think the positive feelings overruled. He was just cautious and I think Gigi grew on him at the end. I really hope we see more of him in the next book, there's still a lot of stuff about him left unanswered

Odette: I think she's the only player beside the POV characters and Grayson that I actually trusted and turned out to be right. She was kind of just there, though the whole thing with Tobias was a juicy secret. I'm still caught on the questions she didn't answer though

Savannah (help, it autocorrected it to Satan, I'm dying): She's on thin ice. She already wasn't one of my favourites, but the whole revenge thing isn't doing her good. I admit that I'm biased, Avery is my favourite character in the whole saga. I'm pretty sure that Eve told her (because where else could she find that information? We also know that Eve was planning to contact her in the epilogue of TBH), so she might not know the whole story, so I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt. She has chances to get on my good side in the next book, but for now I'm 50-50 about her

Avery and the rest of the Hawthornes were iconic as always

The relationships:

Lyra and Grayson: It's definitely a very cute ship and it's going somewhere, but I expected it to be more interesting. I loved the dinamic and banter in the beginning, but things got a little bit boring as the book progressed. Still, it has SO MUCH potential and I hope we see more of them in the next book. For some reason, they didn't feel like the main ship. I don't know why. Maybe because we got multiple POVs and all relationships are kind of main, but I felt like they aren't the main ship, just how Lyra didn't really feel like the protagonist (because, correct me if I'm wrong, the protagonist is one, the character who has the most page time, even if there are multiple main/lead characters). I didn't track how much page time each character/relationship got, but even if they did get them most, it doesn't really feel like it. Honestly, I was expecting them to be more angsty. Maybe part of my expectations for them was the fandom and predictions before it came out (which is still weird ,because I purposely distanced myself from lyrason posts to avoid disappointment but oh well). I'm still not giving up on them, though, I liked them a lot!

Savannah and Rohan: they were probably my favourite ship from this book. THE TENSION!!! I was squealing every time Rohan called her love. Honestly, I was squealing every time Rohan. Period. I was thinking "kiss, kiss, kiss, KISS MFs" the entire time. As of nicknames, I loved "love" and I find "British" cute (even though I've seen many people say they don't like it), but idk what to think about "Savvy". Because, it was fun while he used it to annoy her, but it's kinda cringe when it became an actual nickname. Either way, I LOVE how smitten Rohan was the entire time. Like, they're solving a riddle and he's like "Savannah is another riddle, wait, FOCUS, but Savannah, FOCUS" it was adorable. I really enjoyed watching him lose his shit internally every time they touched. The scene with him brushing her hair is officially my favourite from the whole book, it's embarrassing how much I'm obsessed with it

Gigi and Brady: I spent some time thinking that he was the love interest, but as I said, he was too good to be true. And even before the reveal, I was still doubting it, because Slate was already mentioned and he called her "sunshine", so obviously, I, being a sucker for nicknames, lost it. I spent most of this book rooting for Gigi and Brady, but now I think it's unfair to her. Even if what he said to her about his brain liking A lot and the other stuff, he admits that he still loves Calla (who btw, what is the whole thing with her??? We were teased about it the entire book and we got nothing!), so it's AveryGrayson all over again, but worse, because Brady did it all intentionally. Now, I'm really hoping that I'm correct about Slate being the actual love interest and I hope we see more of Gigi and Slate in the next book, because it sounds promising

The AveryJameson crumbs were SO CUTE

NASH AND LIBBY ARE HAVING TWINS I'M DYING I'M SO HAPPY FOR THEM

Now, some specific plot points:

What was the power cut about??? I'm still confused and concerned about what happened while the power was off

Wtf does Eve want???

The whole thing with Alice is kinda confusing, but so very interesting, I need to know more about it

What's the whole thing with Calla about???

All in all, I enjoyed this book a lot. I'm excited for the next book and I hope my questions get answered

[seospicybin]

SEOSPICY'S UPCOMING POST.

MAKE A WISH PREVIEW.

A chapter of Pied Piper.

Changbin x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: It's his first serious relationship but Changbin fears that he likes you more than you like him.

Preview under the cut!

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From the past relationships you had before Changbin, you learned that men don't like to be smothered with attention.

You get used to letting them freely run around the place as long as you knew they'll be back to you. They're grown men, after all, you're not obligated to take care of them 24/7.

However, Changbin is a whole different case. He mistook your complete trust as ignorance, when in fact, you care for him, you miss him when he's not around and with his past as a player, it's hard not to worry that he'll hop back on his old, bad habits.

That's not his fault and it's entirely yours for not showing it through actions or maybe you're just bad at it.

You do like Changbin, you like him very much that you think it's not just 'like' anymore.

Just like this morning, you get panicked not finding him sleeping next to you. You force yourself to open your eyes even though they're still heavy with sleep, you grope around the bedside table for your phone and call him.

Changbin doesn't pick up so you hang up and try again, it's very unusual for him to leave without telling you. The fear that he might be still angry from last night starts to creep in.

After a while, you hear the faint sound of his phone ring tone getting louder and then someone unlocks the front door.

Changbin comes into the room not long after with both hands full, "can't answer the phone," he concisely explains.

You sit up on the bed and scoot to the side, clearing a space for him to sit.

"What did you buy for breakfast?" You're eyeing the brown paper bag in his hand.

He takes a seat next to you and excitedly shows you what's inside, the smell of something freshly baked wafting around the place.

It's a big cookie from the bakery across the street, he surely knows that you like it very much that he woke up early to get it for you.

You gasp as you get ahold of it, "and it's still warm."

Taking a bite of the cookie, you chew with a smile on your face as the sweetness fills your mouth and lifts your mood in an instant.

You break a piece and feed it to him which he eagerly eats. He hands you your usual iced coffee but you take the one in his other hand, "Can I have the hot one?"

"Sure," he simply answers, "but I already have a few sips."

"Even better," you say and do not hesitate to take a small sip of the hot coffee.

Both of you take turns taking a bite of the cookie even though there's another piece inside the bag. He gladly eats from your hand while sipping his coffee and put it away after.

"Feeling better now?" He asks, putting an arm around your shoulder.

You nod and shove the last of the cookie into your mouth, washing it down with a big gulp of coffee. You look down and gently dust the crumbs on your tanktop, catching Changbin looking at your clothed mounds.

"Glorious aren't they?"

It's as if you snapped him out of his daze, "Huh?"

"Period boobs," you take his hand and make him feel your breast through your white tank top.

Changbin accidentally nudges your other breast and makes you wince in pain.

"Oh? Why?" He asks in horror.

"They're so tender, very sensitive," you share and move his hand to slowly rub it around your clothed nipple, showing him to touch you.

You let his hand go and let him touch you however he wants, you rest your head on his shoulder, looking down at his body with your hand touching his toned body against his black t-shirt.

You've never been that big on muscles but seeing his body with all those muscles contracting whenever he does certain things, oh... it's enough to make you salivate.

You glide your hand up to wrap it around his neck and tilt his head so you can kiss him. Didn't mean to get things on but you find yourself kissing him so hard with you desperately bringing his face closer and closer to deepen the kiss.

Changbin is only answering to your need when he wraps his arms around you and pulls your body close. However, the condition you are in wouldn't let this happen.

Reluctantly, you pull away from the kiss.

"Ugh!" You groan in frustration.

He pecks your lips and holds your face close with his fingers under your chin, "what?"

"I'm so horny right now," you bluntly admit with a pout, "but we can't do anything about it."

He glides his hand down the curve of your body and squeezes the flesh on your waist, "why not?"

You giggle as he glides his hand lower to your ass and kneads on it, "It's like a murder scene down there, you don't want—" You stop yourself from continuing.

You kiss him again in the hope to suppress the urge to rip his clothes off, it's a wrong decision but too late to stop doing it. What do you have to lose but a little sanity as he kisses you down the pillow?

You push him away and giggle as you dodge away from him going for another kiss.

"Oh, man!" You groan again, even more frustrated than before.

"You have to go, mmh?"

He checks the time on his phone and nods, "I have class in an hour."

You pout at him, fisting the front of his shirt in your hand, "Well, I have nothing to stop you from going."

There's the disappointment drawn on his face, you don't have to be a genius to know that he wants you to make him stay, beg if you have to.

You pull him close by the front of his shirt and hastily kiss him, "I'll let you go," you say between kisses, "after a few more of these."

No matter how much he wanted to, he has to go with time passed and he has not much left to get ready for class, "I'll see you later, mmh?"

You place a long peck on his lips and smile, "Okay. See you later, Changbin's lips," you playfully say.

You peck him again and gently squeeze his biceps, "and Changbin's muscles," you add.

It's only 8 in the morning, but you know your day is already made as his infectious laughs are filling the room that you can't help but laugh along with him.

"Thank you for breakfast," you mutter before forgetting to tell him your gratitude.

Changbin presses another kiss on your lips before leaving the door. You continue eating the cookie on your bed and continue working on your plan for his birthday next week, texting some of his friends to help you with a few things.

There's so much to do but thankfully, now you know what to gift Changbin on his birthday.

...

Full fic will be posted tomorrow.

[pitviperofdoom]

So uh. About 12 years ago I thought it'd be fun to do Sherlock Holmes set in the Redwall universe. I wrote a bit for it, then lost interest and moved on to other things.

Well, between my Redwall reread and the Letters from Watson substack, I've recently found myself with renewed interest in both Redwall and Holmes stories, so I decided to dust off the ol' Redwall AU. I reread what I had, found it almost entirely unusable, and completely reworked it. And now I have a humble little introduction here!

Don't know if I'll continue this, but I've had a LOT of fun ideas over the last week, so we'll see!

*****

Extract from the personal journal of Lancejack Johnswort Swifteye, formerly of the Fur and Foot Fighters Border Patrol—

The first day of spring has come and gone. The days grow warmer and longer as we leave winter further behind—the Winter of the Sweeping Mists, by Abbey reckoning. By my own reckoning it was the Winter of Abject Misery.

For six seasons I have marched with the Fur and Foot Fighters Border Patrol, that intrepid unit that keeps watch on the region where Mossflower meets the sand dunes by the Western Sea. Most of my comrades were Salamandastron hares, but with the border patrol’s proximity to the forest, they had plenty of use for squirrels like myself. Like many of my kind I am sharp of eye and handy with a bow, and between my childhood of helping in the Abbey Infirmary and my later training under Lieutenant Lagsworth, I had the skills to make myself useful as a healer as well.

It all came to an abrupt and inglorious end last winter, when a Galloper from the Long Patrol came to us warning of a corsair ship that had made landfall not far from our position. Word reached us too late that the ship was in fact a full fleet, and in the resulting battle I found myself cut off from the rest of the patrol during our retreat. I went down with several wounds, not the least of which was a bolt from a searat’s crossbow in my leg, and I would have been killed if Corporal Pennyroyal hadn’t dragged me to safety.

The patrol suffered heavier losses than it should have, with its principal healer gravely wounded. Penny tells me it was touch and go for a while, before reinforcements from Salamandastron arrived, led by Colonel Kordyne himself. In the end I survived, albeit severely weakened and with a newly-acquired limp, my military career indefinitely on hold if not outright over.

Once I was well enough to travel, I was swiftly sent on my way to Redwall by shrew logboat, and had scarcely passed a week in the willing paws of the abbeydwellers when I was struck down with a ferocious fever. The days and weeks that followed were miserable, full of aches and chills and horrendous dreams—and precious little company, as I was kept away from other creatures so as not to spread my illness to the rest of the abbey.

To add insult to injury, I missed the Nameday celebrations entirely, and by the time I had regained enough of an appetite to enjoy the taste of food, every crumb of that glorious feast had been eaten or sent out to the denizens of the surrounding woodlands in need of extra food after the winter.

It is strange to find myself walking Redwall’s venerable halls once more. I was quite young when I left, creeping out in the cover of night so as not to alert the elders to my departure. Back then I dreamed of returning in glorious triumph, and here I am now, scrawny and scarred and hobbling about with a cane on days when my leg gives me trouble. I keep busy how I can, usually helping Brother Stonecrop in the Infirmary, but more often than not I find myself passing days in a fog. I miss my comrades, the smell of the wind off the distant sea, the feeling of good bark beneath my claws. Embarrassment about my situation has made me a recluse. Stonecrop and I were friends as Dibbuns, and he is still good company, but in spite of his best efforts, in spite of the many good creatures who make their home in Redwall, I cannot recall ever feeling so terribly lonely.

****

The sound of pawsteps on the stone floor reached John’s ears. Briefly he considered snuffing out the candle and waiting silently for whoever it was to leave, but the thought felt unbearably childish. With a sigh, he set down his quill and blew gently on the still-wet ink.

“So that’s where you’ve been hiding.” Brother Stonecrop poked his head around the cask. “By the fur, how can you stand being down here so long on the cold stone?”

“It’s quiet,” John replied. “And before you ask, my leg feels fine. How’d you find me?”

“You certainly didn’t make it easy.” The stout mouse eased between the barrels and sat down with him, fidgeting until he’d smoothed out his habit. “I checked the infirmary and the top of the belltower first, and then I remembered Pinn saying she’d seen you creeping down here the other day.”

“I really thought I’d given her the slip,” John muttered, before a cloth-wrapped bundle was thrust into his inkstained paws. “Stonecrop, what—”

“You missed lunch again,” Stonecrop informed him. “I managed to rescue some cheese and nutbread and a scone before the young ones scoffed the lot. There’s a beaker of dandelion cordial as well. Get your jaws around that, see if it puts you in a better mood.”

“My mood is perfectly fine,” John protested. As if on cue, his traitorous stomach growled.

“Says the daft beast as he broods in the dark, scribbling out his thoughts by candlelight.”

“Alright, alright.” John bit into the scone and almost groaned. “Hell’s teeth, that’s good. How is it still warm?”

“Alright, so I didn’t actually snatch it from the jaws of a ravenous mousebabe,” Stonecrop admitted. “I stopped by the kitchens for a fresh one. I thought if you were making yourself this hard to find, it was a scone-straight-from-the-ovens sort of day.”

In spite of himself, John couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks, Stonecrop.”

Stonecrop clapped him on the back. “Think nothing of it, old Swifteye. Somebeast has to make sure you don’t waste away to nothing.”

“I’m nowhere near old.”

“Is that a fact? I could hardly tell, when you’ve got a face on you like a decrepit frog more often than not.” Stonecrop’s tone, light as it was, betrayed his worry. “You know it wouldn’t hurt to attend a meal every now and then. It’d be good for you to have some company once in a while.”

“I know, I know, it just…” John sipped from the beaker to buy himself time to think. “It gets a bit loud, especially with how voices echo in this place. And the last time I was somewhere loud, it wasn’t one of my good days.”

Stonecrop frowned. “I would think Dibbuns shrieking at dinnertime was a far cry from a battlefield.”

“You would think.”

“Well…” John could almost hear Stonecrop’s thoughts whirring as he hunted for a solution. “Would it help to get out of the abbey for a bit? You’ve hardly left since you got here—obviously you couldn’t with the fever, but you’re hale and healthy now, besides the leg. A bit of fresh air never harmed anybeast. Matter of fact, I’ve been doing some spring cleaning in the infirmary, and some of my herb stores need to be restocked.”

“It… would be nice to walk among proper trees again,” John admitted. “Though with my luck, I’d go out for a leisurely stroll and run straight into a robber gang.”

“Good thing you’re in an abbey full to the brim with willing, helpful beasts,” Stonecrop pointed out. “Why don’t I send you and somebeast else out on a little herb-gathering mission for me?”

“I’m not some restless young one you need to keep busy,” John told him, finishing up the last of the cheese.

“No, you’re a restless fully grown squirrel who needs to keep busy before he crawls out of his own fur,” Stonecrop said dryly.

“Yes, yes, you’re right.” John sighed. “You’re right. I’ve just been… I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Lonely?”

“I don’t know if it’s that,” John flicked away the last few crumbs of nutbread. “But it feels the same whether I’m hiding down here or standing in the middle of a crowded Cavern Hole, so I may as well feel it without forcing my awful moods on somebeast else.”

Stonecrop placed a paw on his shoulder. “That’s no good and you know it, John. Starving the body won’t cure it of sickness, and starving the spirit won’t cure it of sadness, either.”

“I’m not sad, I’m just… I’m not exactly what anybeast would consider good company.”

Stonecrop took long enough to reply for John to finish the rest of his meal. When he glanced over again, he found the mouse looking at him thoughtfully.

“What?”

“It’s funny, I was just thinking… you’re not the first creature to say that to me in the last few days,” Stonecrop said, stroking his whiskers.

“So there’s another unsociable hermit in the abbey? I’m shocked we haven’t run into each other in the same hidden-away nook.”

“You’d be surprised,” Stonecrop chuckled. “But no, he’s been away from the abbey for most of the winter and just returned this past week. Bit of an odd one, but clever as anything. Knows the woods like the back of his paw, too. It was actually him I asked first about herbs, and he was all for helping until somebeast else came along with a more interesting problem for him to solve.”

“Not very courteous of him.”

“Oh, that’s just how he is,” Stonecrop said with a shrug. “But either way my stores need replenishing, and I’ve been busy with cleaning and early springtime sniffles. Would you be willing to lend me a paw?”

John sighed, trying not to smile and failing. “Well, when you put it like that, I’d be a real puddenhead to say no, wouldn’t I?”

“That’s the spirit!” Stonecrop heaved himself to his footpaws before reaching down to pull John up alongside him. “Come along then, let’s get you back out into the sunlight. Meet me in the infirmary and we can go over the list—I’ll go let Hemlock know I won’t be needing him after all.”

“Actually…” For a moment, John teetered on the edge of indecision, before he steeled himself and swallowed his ever-present doubts. “I think I’ll come along with you. You’ve got me curious about this Hemlock fellow.”

Stonecrop’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh? Well this is a pleasant surprise.”

“I rarely hear a cross word from you about anybeast,” John pointed out. “So if he’s odd enough for even you to remark upon it…”

“Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Stonecrop chuckled, a bit nervously. “Just try to keep an open mind.”

Curiosity piqued, John followed him out of the cellar, through the Great Hall and out onto the abbey lawns. From the looks of it, most creatures had taken advantage of the warming weather to have lunch outside. The food was cleared away, but rumpled blankets still lay strewn across the grass, and sticky-pawed Dibbuns dashed about playing while their elders cleared away dishes and napkins.

The gatehouse door stood ajar when they reached it, and Stonecrop knocked twice before pushing it fully open and stepping inside. “Are you in there, Hemlock?”

There was no reply, but the sound of pages turning told them that somebeast was inside, at least. The gatehouse was a cluttered mess, and the sounds of life came from somewhere behind the stacks of old tomes and loose parchment that covered the desk.

Before Stonecrop could call out again, the unseen creature gave a great “Ha!” before slamming a book shut and nearly knocking the chair over in a mad scurry for the door.

Behind Stonecrop, John froze, and his mouth dropped open.

There was a ferret in the gatehouse—better fed and groomed than others of his kind that John had encountered, but a ferret nonetheless. From head to toe his brown fur was so dark it was nearly black, with flashes of white over his muzzle and ears, and a thin layer of dust over all.

“Solved it!” he crowed triumphantly, waving a slip of parchment. “Terribly sorry for the wait, Stonecrop, Myrtus presented me with a puzzle the other day and it couldn’t wait.”

“Sounds like it was a real poser,” Stonecrop said.

“A decent diversion. How close is it to noon?”

“About two hours past,” Stonecrop replied.

The ferret beamed. “Excellent timing! This is the best part—come, this way, you’ll both enjoy this.”

Without waiting for a reply, the ferret seized them both by their sleeves and pulled them out of the gatehouse, then released them and took off for the orchards at a quick lope.

John was left staring after him, mouth still hanging open. Wordlessly he turned to Stonecrop.

“I did say he was odd and to keep an open mind,” Stonecrop sighed. “We’d better see what he’s found.”

They caught up to the ferret at the wall nearest the orchard, walking quickly along its length and tapping each sandstone block as he went. “Well, what is it, Hemlock?” Stonecrop asked.

“Twelve, thirteen—hush, I’m counting—fourteen, fifteen…” The ferret carried on until he reached the middle of the wall, then turned his back was to it and began counting his steps. Before long they were within the shade of the orchard, and the ferret had halted at a damson tree and was squinting at something on the ground. With a noise of sudden understanding he darted along its shadow until he reached its end, counted several more steps, and stopped at an apple tree.

“Here it is!” The ferret inspected the tree trunk, then stared up into its branches, before turning and locking eyes with John. “The smallest favor, if you don’t mind—could you climb up there and see if you can find this?” He passed the slip of parchment to John. Scribbled on it was the symbol of a flower with star-shaped leaves.

Luckily today was a good day, and his leg didn’t pain him beyond a bit of stiffness. With one last baffled look at Stonecrop, John scaled the tree with ease. This early in spring, the boughs were mostly bare of leaves, and it took him several minutes to find the symbol. It wasn’t carved into the tree itself, but engraved on a small bronze disk embedded in one of the branches.

“Found it!” he called down.

“Which side of the tree?” the ferret asked.

“South!”

“Thank you!”

John climbed down to find the ferret down on all fours at the roots on the south side, digging furiously into the soil with both paws.

“Would you like me to find Foremole?” Stonecrop asked.

“No, I’ve got it!”

Soil flew into a growing pile behind him; the ferret dug with single-minded determination until his head was fully out of sight. Minutes passed before John heard a thud and curse, and the ferret’s dirt-covered face poked back into view.

“It’ll just be a moment more, I’ve just hit it,” he said, before diving back down with renewed energy.

“Just hit what?” John mouthed to Stonecrop, who shrugged helplessly at him and crouched down for a better look.

Eventually the ferret rose again with a grunt of effort, and lifted out an old, dirt-caked chest secured with a rusted lock. The ferret dove down again, produced a sizable rock from the hole he’d just dug, and smashed it off. Then he lifted the lid, peered inside, and gave a bark of triumphant laughter.

“Well?” Stonecrop spoke up. “Don’t keep us in suspense, what have you found?”

“No gold or jewels, if that’s what you’re wondering,” the ferret replied. “These are the journals of Brother Mallowgreen, during the reign of Abbot Kastel. There’s a bit of a gap in the abbey’s history during that time, thanks to the abbot’s rather unfortunate penchant for destroying records he didn’t like. Luckily, the Infirmary keeper at the time had the presence of mind to hide his own scribblings, and was kind enough to leave behind a few riddles leading to their location.” He lifted himself out of the hole and dusted off his paws, gray eyes alight with satisfaction. “And I do love a good riddle.”

“And you took all of two and a half days to solve it,” Stonecrop remarked.

“As I said, a decent diversion.” The ferret’s eyes settled on John again. “Hello.”

“Ah, right—Hemlock, this is John Swifteye, an old friend of mine. John, this is Hemlock, who I told you about.”

“Pleasure.” Hemlock’s pawshake was firm but not so tight as to be painful. “I didn’t know Stonecrop’s friendships extended as far as the Fur and Foot Fighters of the western dunes.”

“I, er, haven’t been back here in some time,” John stammered out, caught off guard.

“Do your herbs still need restocking, by the way?” Hemlock asked Stonecrop. “I know it’s been a few days.”

“You know, I was just coming to let you know that I’d found somebeast else for the task,” Stonecrop replied. “But it looks like you’re free again.”

“It might be a two-beast job, given the state of your stores when I last saw them,” Hemlock pointed out, with a glance at John. “I wouldn’t mind the extra paws, especially if it means having an archer along. Never mind being out of practice—any ne’er do wells we find in the woods today will most likely flee at a warning shot.”

“Um,” said John.

“If you’re not averse to my company, of course,” Hemlock added with a smile.

“I—not at all,” John answered without thinking. “If you don’t mind slowing up for a squirrel with a limp.”

“Well then.” Hemlock scooped up the chest and tucked it under one arm. “I’ll go run this little find up to the attic, and then I’ve got to nip down to the kitchens for something. See you at the east wallgate, Swifteye.” With that, he was gone.

John waited until Hemlock was well out of earshot before jabbing his paw into Stonecrop’s ribs. “Out with it, Stonecrop, how many others have you gossiped to about me?”

“I didn’t!” Stonecrop was grinning. “On my honor, I never breathed a word about you, to him or anybeast else. I told you he’s clever.”

“What have I gotten myself into?” John asked.

Stonecrop slung a friendly paw around his shoulders and began leading him back to the abbey building. “Only one way to find out.”

They had only just reached the lawn when, behind them, the deep voice of Brother Bramlen the gardener rang out from beneath the trees.

“WHO IN THE NAME O’ SPIKES HAS BEEN DIGGIN’ UP ME TREES?” the hedgehog bellowed. “HEMLOCK!”

Squirrel and mouse beat a hasty retreat, laughing like misbehaving young ones.

****

True to his word, Hemlock was waiting by the east wallgate when John made his way down. The ferret was cloaked warmly for the lingering winter’s chill, and carried an empty basket with one paw and, oddly enough, what seemed to be a fully-packed haversack on his shoulders. John had a basket of his own, and had armed himself with bow, quiver, and a stout walking stick.

“Planning on spending the night, are you?” John asked, glancing at the pack.

“No,” Hemlock replied, and unbolted the gate. “After you.”

The sun was out, with more blue in the sky than gray. In spite of the warmth of sunlight, the air was still cold, even more so without the high abbey walls to block the wind. John’s injured leg gave a twinge, forcing him to lean on the stick a little more heavily than he would have liked.

Hemlock had taken the lead without a word, which was fair enough. Before he’d come limping to the abbey under the guidance of the Guosim, John hadn’t been this deep into Mossflower Wood since his nighttime escape as a wayward young one. Besides, if he wasn’t focused on pathfinding, it gave him a chance to size up his strange companion.

It wasn’t unheard of for vermin to live their lives in peace and quiet contentment. John had known of a few to the west—a weasel couple that farmed and fished in the woods, a solitary old rat that lived out in the dunes—and the patrol kept an eye out but otherwise left them alone. But that didn’t change the fact that, by and large, the vast majority that John had encountered had been… well. Roving bandits, robber gangs. Corsair fleets.

John glanced back at the sandstone wall looming over the tree tops, then again at Hemlock. Redwall’s charter had something or other about extending paws in peace and friendship, but that didn’t change the long history of vermin hordes showing up to try and conquer the place.

“Rest assured, that is not my intention,” Hemlock said dryly.

Startled, John nearly tripped. “I beg your pardon?”

“I was only a little older than a kit when I first came to Redwall,” Hemlock went on, picking his way carefully through a tangle of roots. “Rather a long time for a plot to simmer, wouldn’t you agree?”

John slowed, leaning heavily on his stick as he followed. “I didn’t—how did you—?”

“Your stare has been burning holes in the back of my head since we left,” Hemlock replied. At least he didn’t sound particularly offended. “And just now you looked back at the abbey as if to make sure it was still there, then very pointedly looked at all the spots on my person that might conceal weapons. It wasn’t difficult to follow your train of thought.”

“...Oh.” Sheepishly, John lapsed into silence.

Eventually Hemlock led the way to a patch of vervain, and John descended upon it. The plants were strong and healthy in spite of the recent winter, and before long the bottom of his basket was lined with it.

“I found feverfew not far from here, last time I passed through,” Hemlock spoke up suddenly. “Hopefully it’ll still be there—not much snow, this past winter, so it won’t have frozen.”

John pulled himself back up on his stick. His leg was beginning to ache, just slightly, but he could still walk a bit more. “Lead on.”

They found it near a massive fallen beech log, growing green and full out of the loam, though it was still too early in the season for flowers. Still, Stonecrop could do a lot with stems and leaves alone. When John was finished harvesting them, he found Hemlock sitting on the log waiting for him.

“Might as well sit for a bit,” the ferret said. “Rest that leg.”

“Oh. Er, thank you.” John leaned his stick against the log and climbed up to sit—not beside him, but near enough.

Truthfully, he was grateful. He hadn’t had much in the way of exercise recently, between injuries, fever, and moping. He could feel himself getting winded and tired more quickly than he ever had before. A long walk through the woods without rest was likely to make his leg worse.

Hemlock must have known. He certainly wasn’t resting for his own benefit.

“Can I ask you something?” John asked eventually.

“You may.”

“Stonecrop said he didn’t tell you about me,” said John. “Did somebeast else tell you who I was, or…?”

Hemlock’s gray eyes flitted up and down, taking in the whole of him again. “I hadn’t heard of you before Stonecrop introduced us.”

“Then how did you know I’m—I was one of the Fur and Foot Fighters?”

“Oh, a number of things,” Hemlock replied. “I looked at you and thought, here is a creature who carries himself like a trained soldier, with his best seasons before him but covered in scars old and new, with a freshly maimed leg and a recent bout of illness, in the middle of a vast forest that hasn’t seen much trouble from hordes and bandits in quite some time. The military bearing suggests the Long Patrol, but it’s extremely rare to see anybeast but a hare among them. And if you were in the Long Patrol, you would’ve rested from your hardships in Salamandastron. Then I remembered hearing of the recent visit from the Guosim, and that answered that. You came from the border between forest and sand, and your comrades saw fit to put you on a boat for home rather than send you on a long march over the dunes.” He paused. “The archery was easy enough—calluses on your paws and a thin patch on your inner arm where the bowstring wears at your fur when you fire.”

John gaped at him.

“It sounds complicated when I lay it all out, but it’s really not,” Hemlock finished. “Two and two make four.”

“And you know Redwall is ‘home’ for me because…?”

“The accent, obviously.”

“Obviously.” He hadn’t even known he had an accent.

“How’s the leg?” Hemlock asked.

John tested it, then carefully slid down to the ground. The ache was nearly gone. “Better, thank you.”

“Let’s be off, then. The infirmary’s stores don’t have a single stem of marigold left.”

Before they left, Hemlock shrugged the haversack from his shoulders and set it on the log. John watched him curiously as he wedged it in the fork of the roots so that it wouldn’t slide off.

“What are you doing?”

“Paying for services rendered,” Hemlock replied, leaving the pack where it sat. “Let’s be off.”

The ferret offered no further explanation. Something told John it would be useless to press.

****

“So what do you think of him?” Stonecrop asked later that evening, as they reorganized the herb stores.

“You were right,” John replied. “He’s an odd one and no mistake. Monstrously clever, though.”

“Oh, that he is.”

“He left a full haversack out in the woods,” John added, glancing at his friend. “Any idea what that’s about?”

“Ah, that.” Stonecrop grinned. “Don’t worry about that. You’ll find out soon enough.”

[boxwinebaddie]

Who initiated the kissing in the greenhouse?

ahhhh, the greenhouse kiss.

my magnum opus. ;)

shouldiactuallyfuckingwriteitgotohellunclenina!

smh, Any!Ways! i've been itching to talk about this, but it requires a lot of context, so i'll have to rewind time a lil and provide screenshots.

but before i begin:

again, it's probably my extreme levels of anxiety around being really annoying and irrelevant, however, this was sent to me a while ago and i am not sure how much we still care about lore around my dumb unfinished fanfiction, but i will say that, at the time i received this, i also had TWO Other Separate Anons who asked me questions about the greenhouse sequence and subsequent kiss and because i had only really mentioned it in a Couple...neither here nor there answers?

i was extremely surprised and flattered that it stood out enough to you to be asked about multiple times??? AAA?? again, i have the best readers in the world, thank you so much for caring. my face is red. ;-;

OKAY! FAIR WARNING!!!! THIS IS VERY, VERY, VEEERY LONG! and Lore Intensive. but you asked! so welcome to the shit show, baby!

so, to jog your re(memories), though, i highly doubt you'll need the refresher, you are all sharp as tacks and extremely brilliant, therefore, really just to set the scene for myself, we are in ravenstan's room,

which, because the crimson dawn sicktorian manwhorsion was ofc, once a very grand, luxurious upscale, upstate new york 1800s manor, a lot of the old furnishings stayed, so stan's room is basically this huge gothic vampire boy bedroom with a massive four column upholstery bed and beautiful black lace canopy that drapes down,

there's a huge dark-finish, wooden boudoir and matching vanity that is all hand-carved, very elegant, ancient and intricate...and also sticker-bombed with a million shitty, half-peeled skater-boy stickers...there's a chandelier and one of stan's combat boots is hanging from it and probably underwear, smh. metal posters all over the wall, dirty laundry all over the fancy ornate rug, half empty cheesy poof and taki bags, eye makeup smeared on Everything, especially the nice cool mirror, nasty crumbs in the bed ( stan did wipe those off before kyle sat...true luv ), lots of cringey stanime figurines on the old antique shelves. jers did comment on this like '...sailor moon?' and stan scoffed, a little defensive, and was like 'what's more badass and punk rock then a bunch of girls kicking ass and saving the galaxy?'

Hot Boy Shit.

so yes, we are in ravenstan's gothic victorian, chaotic boy fail disaster room, where stan is stripped ( literally ) of all his sexy lead-singer boy laviciousness, no dramatic eye makeup or perfectly blown out bleach blonde hair, no tiny vegan leather pants...rather, he is fresh from the shower in his big, ratty, holey terrance and phillip shirt, his uber lame skull and cross-bones pajama pants from the junior boys section of target, socks that don't match, his hair is back in the black standana, still damp, face bare, cheeks lightly flushed, where a blue star pimple patch sits on a very angry pimple, the lil stan beauty mark under his right eye is winking, lip ring shining in the romantic sicktorian lowlight of a crimson dawn, where he is nervously fiddling with his chipped black fingernails, sitting cross cross applesauce across from

...jerseykyle, secret love of his life, who looks perfect, even with his nightly skincare routine delayed from tonight's many dramas ( which, is really saying something, because kyle never delays his s.c., ever ) his hair is falling in effortless ginger waves about his sharp shoulders, the sun and moon glasses chain is gold and glorious, his green eyes, usually narrowed, are wide with wonder gazing over at raven of crimson dawn reduced to whoever he really is underneath it all, the fabric of his matching perfectly pressed silk flannel pajama set from marshalls extremely soft, however, his skin is slick with sweat and prickly after raven read his palms and said his love line was...long.

( help, lmao. )

what started out as a very awkward conversation and confrontation about raven of crimson dawn being trans has melted away into silly banter and shit-shooting between our two favorite boys who, though, by kyle's knowledge, have not known each other for more than a month, have extremely good conversational chemistry and are playful and vulnerable with each other in a way that suggests that they have been best friends and known each other all their lives...

...Interesting.

as their conversation moves from light-hearted subject matter and descends further into the darkness that surrounds very heavy shit, kyle, who has gotten pretty comfortable surprisingly, starts to speak in the heavy jersey accent before trying to smooth and iron it out.

this little exchange insues:

kyle says that, it's risky, but worth the reward, because ravenstan after a steep and shaky breath, dives into an abridged, sparknotes version of the pre-crimson dawn days, how it used to be a pipe dream, a little garage band thing the boys did for fun, hungry for fame but eating top ramen and drinking sunny d everyday, unaware that they would ever get recognized...

( my favorite pre-cd headstannon is actually is that on the fateful, fearful, tearful night of the concert they got scouted at, they're trying on their lil emo boy outfits in the bathroom to hype themselves up, stan is nervous to come out bc he thinks he looks stupid...he's wearing some dumb hot topic-y, party city vampire costume thing kenny got him as a joke w/ his eyeliner on...the boys get him to come out and they are all immediately GAGGED because why is our awkward, boy fail king...SEXY??? like stan why are you hOT??? and they start all barking and throwing money at him and trying to have him do a spin which was so nice bc he was so nervous. my boys. </3 )

then they do get recognized, shot into stardom and everything seems golden! but...it's pyrite. because cartman or the evil 'e' basically assigns them these little 'parts' to play in his perfectly placed show, stan says he just wanted to do what kenny did, sing his songs and not talk too much, just share his music...but e has kenny and stan swap personalities essentially and stan becomes raven. which, at first, was worth it because he got to preform, but it just became this thing he dreads, acting all high and mighty when he just feels fucking tiny and horrible, that he isn't allowed to write songs anymore and they all, essentially...Belong To E.

they have no freedom. no autonomy.

Whatsoever. </3

( sa tw :( it's a whole chapter and convo, obviously, stan also talks about working at ruffians, which is a massive gentleman's club but gentle those men were NOT, that his boss thought his name was too boring so they had him go by something ~exotic~ hence cuervo, which the man mistook for being reminiscent of the tequila brand jose cuervo, so those awful men just called him tequila day in and out while he was serving drinks...gazes and hands lingering, stan's boss telling him he could sing on stage on friday if let those rich men have their way...and that, unfortunately, thru those men, cd got signed. )

after that BOMBSHELL of a conversation, it's very sad and heartbreaking, but very eye-opening to kyle, who wrote raven off as this imbecilic, arrogant rockstar celebrity sheep who he's learned via the hate and this exchange, is extremely lovely, was treated horribly at every impasse of his life and remained kind and humble...he is like legitimately stunned by how perfectly imperfect raven of cd is.

speeeeaking of...okay, sorry, all of that was leading to

This.

so, ravenstan's eyes are rimmed red...the way one's would if they had been crying, he's also been periodically sniffling. feeling rarely kind and gentle, jerseykyle very tentatively asks if he's been crying and hope that it's not because kyle saw him in the mirror.

...i've talked about this before, but, bear with me:

stan shakes his head and tells him that it's because he's been reading a lot of insidious internet comments about him. marjorine told him not to, but it's hard not to listen when everyone is talking about you. he goes onto say that for every person that 'loves' him, five other people hate him. that there's always something wrong with him. his eyes are too far apart or close together, his lips are a weird shape, one hip is bigger than the other. there are accounts dedicated just to zooming in on his pants, weird horrible deep fake porn of him, the paps catching him buying tampons, trying to figure out who they're for and if he's secretly seeing someone ( he laughs and smiles, but it doesn't meet his eyes ) and that...he feels hideous. :(

this exchange happens, my favorite exchange in the fic:

( yes, we've all read it...here it is again. )

after that, overcome with emotion, ravenstan pulls jerseykyle in a very tender, loving embrace, holds him, thanks him, kyle is blushing, stan says he really needed to hear that...the deeper meaning of which crimson dawns on kyle when, suicide tw, during that hug, over his shoulder, he notices a VERY LARGE bottle of sleeping pills :( on his nightstand and a handle of vodka. ravenstan also mentioned being very tired of everything and just wanting to...sleep for a long time.

this does...deeply concern kyle. he tries not to dwell on it.

because, he's looking at raven of crimson dawn, in all his awkward, sweet boy, perfect-imperfect glory, who, in that vein, has a little bit of cinnamon flavored toothpaste left on his bottom lip.

yes...jersey was staring at it. intently. that gay ass bitch.

he goes to swipe it off raven's lip, which his thumb gently caresses, running over ravenstan's lovely lip ring, his heart is RACING.

stan puts his hand over kyle's before he can pull it away and feeling particularly brave, is about to ask jersey Something Important!

but gets interrupted.

this part which i didn't get to write is Integral and devastating to me because we watch all of stan's vulnerability IMMEDIATELY VANISH, hes undoing his hair, trying to shake it out, shakily pouring himself a very healthy-unhealthy shot, doing like two of them, is rushing around trying to find his hot boy clothes and starts...

doing the raven voice again.

fUUUUUUUUUUUCk.

raven, basically pretending like none of that happened is like, 'well, that's my cue, new jersey. i've got to get changed, but you're welcome to stick around...i'll give you a free show.' ;) <3 xxx

jerseykyle is...Haunted by this. bc he just watched the boy that he'd been getting to know very intimately and preciously in his bedroom immediately transform into this...Monster they made him into.

kyle declines, makes his leave, confused and dismayed, but while raven's back is turned, he steals the big pill bottle bc he's worried.

and that chapter, my favorite, ends with this.

AAAAAAAAAAAA I KNOW RIGHT!!!

Moving On! to the greenhouse chapter.

here's some more context you don't need:

flash forward. it's the big dramatic punk rock party ( rager, more like ) the label threw at the crimson dawn manwhorsion to celebrate marjorine's sindotrination into the band.

like i mentioned once or twice in another lore ask, j.k. has been drinking aaaaa lot, so he is very white boy SCHWASTED and seeking out a missing raven of crimson dawn who, in his stupefying stupor, is finding he is very attracted to and wants to kiss...very bad, lmao.

but yeah! finds him in his special stan greenhouse for gay boys who are nerdy about plants. jersey kyle is looking fierce as fuck, his hair is curly whirly, his sharp canines are pearly, i think he's wearing a black turtleneck and slacks, he looks chic and sleek, he is, however, slurring and shit-faced, swirling his wine around his crystal skull wine glass whilist RELENTLESSLY flirting with raven of crimson dawn.

who, again, is rarely sober, he's wearing a little gardening apron over his party outfit ( aw ), his hair is back in the standana, there's a lil dirt on his cheek, he is stuttering and stammering so much omg.

BUT, OKAY, AS FOR THE KISS! the lead in is this:

sober ravenstan is trying to hydrate very drunk jerseykyle all like "kyle broflovski, when was the last time you drank water?" and kyle being a nasty disgusting floozy is like "can't rememba...buuuut my name sounds good in ya mouth." ;) JAIL! GO TO HELL! but ravenstan, trying to be logical because he knows kyle can't is like "kyle, i need you to be serious. you have your civil procedures class at seven and that advanced legal research at nine and after that you've got--"

and kyle's entire world stops. because raven of crimson dawn, who has the world's worst case of adhd and cannot remember anything...

memorized his school schedule. :')

THIS HAPPENS...

AND BAM!!!! GREENHOUSE KISS. <333

which...Whew. very quickly escalates into a very messy makeout session, the greenhouse windows are fogging up from the HEAT. at one point which i tried to reference in the vampire mv para i'm writing, jersey kyle knocks a bunch of plants in pots sitting up on this shelf to put stan on it. there is a part in six where while jersey is stiring his lasagna sauce in the kitchen, stan sits up on the counter like a nasty slutty skanky indecent boy with no manners, kyle smakcs his tiny ass with the kochlefl and was like "it's rude to sit on counters."

soooo naturally, stan, breathlessly, being a little shit is like "i thought it was rude to sit on counters." and kyle is like "oh, so now you want to be polite?" AND NO HE DOES NOT! ;) because it's getting freak nasty in there, my woooord, ravenstan is trying to get kyle's shirt off my goodness and, jk, you know, not wanting to rush into anything is like "raven, i think--i think we should slow down" and stan, smirking, not listening ( stan special ) and is v liberally kissing down kyle's neck ( which, fun fact, jersey's neck is very sensitive and if you ever want kyle to shut up, that will immediately make him dead quiet ) says...

"you talk too much, mi sabelotodo." ;)

WHIIIIIIIIIICH...was the wrong thing to say, girls, gays and theys...

because jerseykyle immediately pulls back...

IN HORROR.

but that's an ask for another day. :* <3 xxx

-uncle nina, curator of CHAOS

[isfjmel-phleg]

Who is Amarantha?

Today, October 4, is my OC Amarantha's birthday.

Bio

Amarantha Margeth Melbray is the daughter of Levico (L. D.) Melbray, author of the popular Morrick Hopeley detective stories, and his wife Edmara, nurse to King Talfrin's son, Elystan. The nature of Edmara's job makes it difficult for her to be at home consistently, so Amarantha has been raised primarily by her father. She developed an interest in art at an early age and has been encouraged to cultivate this talent. Her greatest aspiration is to become a famous artist, specializing in portraiture, and she is given a chance to work toward that future when her mother's employer, Queen Bethira, grants her a scholarship to a distinguished girls' school for the arts.

Upon arriving at this school, however, Amarantha learns that her scholarship has been suddenly and unexpectedly revoked. With nowhere else to go while her father is on a lecture tour, she joins her mother at the palace, where she reencounters her old nemesis Elystan. Amarantha has for a long time been deeply jealous of the boy who monopolizes her mother's attention and affection, and their meeting doesn't go well--she ends up slapping him and incurs the wrath of his mother. That night, Amarantha's mother wakes her up and hurries them onto a train, but she vanishes before she can explain, and Amarantha wakes up in a remote moated castle, lost, confused, and trapped. But she's not alone--Elystan's there too! Can she find answers about what happened and find a way out? Is Elystan worth joining forces with in this adventure? Is there any hope for her scholarship now that she's offended the royal family?

Why I Love Her

This child is intense. Everything is Serious Business, especially art. She has one plan for her life, it's her glorious purpose, and she has no backup plans. At age twelve, she's already got Opinions about what portraiture should and shouldn't be. She's constantly struggling with reality's failure to live up to her grandiose expectations. She's trying so hard to win her mother's attention back (maybe if I accomplish something impressive enough, maybe if I'm accommodating enough, maybe if I'm responsible and undemanding enough...) but she feels as if she can never get more than crumbs, and she's deeply resentful beneath the compliance. She's a judgmental, jealous, petty jerk who thinks she knows and understands other people far more than she actually does--but also a naïve child who hasn't lost her sense of wonder and tendency to get caught up in fancifulness. She needs friends. She's going to get friends. She needs growth. She's going to get that too.

Description

Visitors to the Melbray parlor who encountered Amarantha seated silently on the sofa, her hands folded, typically received the impression that she was a quiet, mannerly child. It usually took a while before they noticed her peering at them with prominent brown eyes like an insect who had weighed them in the balance and found them wanting. The bow at the base of the brown braid wrapped around her head sprung from the back of her neck like a pair of wings. Her round face and small nose and mouth gave her an otherwise doll-like countenance, but nothing could soften the intensity of that gaze.

Further Info

There are lists of random OC facts for her here and here. These are somewhat old lists, created when I was still trying to more fully develop the character, and I might need to revisit/rethink them, but you get the idea.

Appearances

Prequel scene for Book 2

Short dialogue between Amarantha and her father (before Book 2)

Revised Book 2 Chapter One

Early Morning Tea (set immediately after Book 2 Chapter One)

Revised Book 2 Chapter Two

Revised Book 2 Chapter Three

Revised Book 2 Chapter Four

Revised Book 2 Chapter Five

Revised Book 2 Chapter Six

Picnic in the Clock Tower (later in Book 2)

Tell Me Where You Live (sketch)

Speaking to a Housemaid (sometime in Book 3)

Portrait of the Monarch as a Young Woman (sometime in Book 4)

[spadecentral]

rollo is that guy you kinda want to put in a fishtank and tap on the glass a little. occasionally you give him a few bread crumbs to tide him over.

all seriousness though, he's a very routinely person. he keeps a diary hidden in the fireplace. he has 2 croissants, 16 grapes, and a cafe au lait for every lunch, every single 365 days. even with his stationary, when presented with a cheaper option similar to his usual set, rollo refuses, preferring to be consistent.

he's concerned about his image you see. he uses that handkerchief to hold over his face to hide his emotions. in his personal story, he briefly beefs with a goat. and this may be because the goat wanted his stationary, but the city of flowers love & respect their goats very much. rollo says something along the lines of 'if you weren't so beloved by the city, i would've sent you flying'. (now this part, i'm not sure of because rollo mentions something being unsanitary. it could refer to the goat gnawing on rollo's robes or the goat itself)

he sort of keeps everyone at a distance, or maybe expects people to share his own views/opinions? rollo has made comments to himself about how annoying his classmates are and how no one really knows or understand what he's thinking. however, he does come off or is straight up rude at times, which may connect to the next point:

the big part about him, his distaste for magic even though he himself is a mage. glomas spoilers!!

so he practically treats the bell of salvation like how a religion would treat their deity. he polishes the bell daily, talks to it, etcetc.

hes got survival guilt. or more like survival rage. his younger brother loved magic as a kid, promising to show rollo more magic tricks when he gets better at it. but one day, his younger brother #flewtooclosetothesun and basically set a huge fire (?? im not sure if it's ever fully explained but there was a lot of fire; coincidentally, rollo's UM ends up resembling the fire that took his brother). rollo blames the magic in particular, and by proxy, the mages for having magic, which theoretically can do almost anything, that couldn't save his brother.

towards the end, rollo is outwardly calling people who have magic 'villains' in the event. he believes that 'erasing' the mages would bring peace. basically, he attempts this by planting crimson flowers all over the city & the flowers absorb magic.

rollo regularly write his parents. he says they have become much more worrisome after the fire (from his brother or from the event, idk). and he holds his own rules in high regard, sometimes being strict on himself. whether this is due to him being in a leadership position or not is up for interpretation. this is my own bit but seeping a bit of religious guilt subcontext has helped put a new meaning to a few of his habits.

ummmm i think that's all i can think of for now. i tried to be as factual as possible but i may not catch a few of my own biases, so just in case, the twst wiki has a bit more information, like how he's in handbell choir club (he likes his bells). all this info is taken off glorious masquerade translations, his personal SSR story translations, and ofc the wiki, and i just cross referenced. hoped this helped lmaooo good luck on your ideas for him eli!! lots of love <3333

this is actually so helpful thank you so much!!!!!! this actually gives me really good insight into his character <3

[starrulet]

THE MILLION DOLLAR PENTAGRAM

I am actually a Magic Kaito fan disguised as a Detective Conan fan and when I found out they were showing the new DC film in my local cinema, I grabbed a friend and watched it.

This will contain spoilers of varying degrees, so read at your own peril.

It starts all anime and then you see your classic Det Conan character and you realize you really did spend 15 bucks on a movie with THAT style.

"It'S fOr KiDs" someone has decided, as a swordsman violently kills a gang of thugs onscreen, blood splattering everywhere.

Wow, Heiji takes "no homo" very seriously, huh?

I guess I'd be peeved too if my first kiss got almost taken by a no-good thief who doesn't even have the decency to be traumatized by it too.

I see the stained window and think "Someone's gonna crash through that".

I'm expecting it to be KID.

It's not.

It's Heiji on a motorcycle.

KID, Heiji is showing you up in terms of dramatics, you gotta up your game.

I don't remember Kaito having any skills in swordsmanship, did he pick it up specifically so he could at least somewhat defend himself against Heiji?

Good for Heiji, realizing Kaito looks a heck of a lot like Kudo. After Ran, I think he's the only other person to have seen Kaito's bare face. Please let Kaito Kuroba be a main character in one of these movies, WITH HEIJI AND RAN.

They really do nothing with this revelation, huh?

This is my first proper exposure to Okita. I like him. I can't remember much about him, but I think he helps it feel like Heiji does have a life outside of Shinichi.

Heiji and new swordsman boy almost have a competition over who gets to date Kazuha. My friend groans and complains about cringe. If I were Kazuha, I honestly would have grabbed Ran and left them both in the dust.

Listen, our detective boys gasped when they saw the cuts to KID's suit, I'm taking it for concern, not surprise at the style of the cut.

Conan: We saved your life. Will you give us exposition?

KID: Usually no, but this time, sure.

Heiji: Really?

KID: Sike! The exposition is an obligatory fetch quest, see ya suckers!

"Hi, lemme telegraph super easily to E V E R Y O N E that I am actually a disguised Kaitou Kid"

Either they've nerfed him, he exchanged competence as a kaitou for combat skills or he's trolling everyone, including the audience.

Or he can't copy a Kyoto accent to save his life. His one weakness outside of iceskating and fish.

This is my first proper exposure to Momiji, and honestly this rich girl is delulu.

I love delulu and I love her.

My friend is just confused by her. She hasn't interacted with Detective Conan in 15+ years. She doesn't know who half these characters are.

Y'all sleeping on Heiji and Ran's friendship, it's so cute.

My friend is right, the soundtrack is bizarrely good.

She agrees with me that Kaitou Kid is kinda the highlight of the film.

I bet if the Sniper had still been on the roof when Kaito got there, the boy would have been F E R A L.

Pretty sure Kaito has tamed those seagulls, the way he tamed his doves, i.e. they're his informants.

Why are you trying to snipe during rain? Are you stupid?

Mmmh, KID angst. Not on the level of Nightmare, but I'll take the crumbs over nothing.

THERE SHE IS. AOKO IN GLORIOUS 4K.

After seeing Aoko in fandom with fanon portrayals for a long time, it's weird to see her being so... normal.

Like no short temper or anything. Just a nice girl, having to act twice her age in a highly stressful situation.

um hello? Where's her mother who - it turns out - is still happily married to Ginzo???

After talking and interacting with Conan, Aoko says he reminds her of her friend as a child (Kaito as a kid- no not that KID). I think it's supposed to be just by appearance, but considering how she's interacted with Conan previously and is only staring at him as he rambles his long deduction, I feel like it's personality as well.

Basically, I consider it canon that Kaito Kuroba's childhood personality wasn't just cute and bubbly, but also absolutely terrifying, similar to "Conan"'s personality to a horrific degree.

And maybe without his horrible troll of a dad, Kaito wouldn't just have been a normal teen, but also become a detective, if Conan's ramblings really did remind Aoko of child!Kaito

I've somehow lost the plot, why is there suddenly a plane.

Conan: "You killed that dude, right? But more importantly, yoU TRIED TO KILL KID-" (This is exaggerated)

Good news for all Kidnichi nay-sayers: There is no Kidnichi in this film. I know. Amazing. Miracles do happen.

Why y'all complaining about the treasure? Isn't this the fictional Japanese equivalent to the Enigma Machine? You can't put a price on that! It's cultural heritage, not outdated junk!!! Put it in a museum!!!

Ah yes. Kaitou Kid's old little caricature - one with a moustache. I'm sure no one ever questioned why KID changed his signature charicature to something more childish.

Heiji confessed! But after a bomb exploded nearby, so I tell my friend there's no way Kazuha heard him (I'm right btw).

WAIT, STAR ISLAND IS REAL?

Man, I wish I could read what Kaito and Aoko are texting each other. I can't :(

"Why yes, my wife of 20 years, I DO have a brother I NEVER told you about. Why am I bringing him up now? Oh, just felt like it."

My friend thinks Yukiko's laughter in response is obnoxiously fake. It is now an insider joke.

I forgot Toichi's canonically alive and when Yukiko asked if the brothers were still in contact, and Yusaku was like "Yeah, we still are :3", I thought "DUDE, YOUR BROTHER'S BEEN DEAD FOR LIKE EIGHT YEARS DON'T LIE"

This means Yusaku has known for YEARS that his brother faked his death. Great.

No, Shinichi and Kaito don't know they're cousins. Their dads are doing amazing at keeping information from their boys. And wives, apparently.

WAIT. THE CLUMSY DETECTIVE WAS TOICHI??? I thought it was KID, and all the obvious "KIDs" were actually innocent...

Well, we now know Toichi does not shy away from violence. But I'm so disappointed that that wasn't KID. You know, protecting Conan AND avenging Nakamori...

As far as I'm concerned, the movies are canon from now on. This may not be news to fans, but it is to me

Ah yes, there he is, the new title holder of "Worst Dad In DCMK", Toichi Kuroba himself.

Or as my friend, someone with no idea of who Kaitou Corbeau is, called him: "KAITOU ADULT??"

Something something about winter, I am a Magic Kaito fan I do not care unless my boy is in it. So I will not watch the next movie, thanks.

My last complaint for the night: "It was good... But not enough Kaitou Kid" (to which my friend responded, he was in it plenty).

I think the sentiment stems more from not really getting much from Kaito's POV. The emotional focus was almost entirely Heiji's and weirdly, Ran.

Well, at least Ran did have something to do, I guess (poor girl was mostly sidelined :( )

Absolute last comment from friend: "Everyone is so normal, why is HE the only one wearing a CAPE?"

[ryuichirou]

Hi! Your comics are SUPER fun! I got lured by the KaliJami but I ended up reading almost everything else too. Obviously, Azul is top in your ships. Does this firmness on position carry over to other potential ships, if you have any you might like? Like say... Malleus or... *cough* 😳 ...his step-dad... (cough)... or the twins? Or is it Idia and Jamil only? Do you like any other pairs not mentioned in carrd? like Rolo ships. You got me interested in Lili/Idia and yandere Shroudcest heh

Hi Anon! I am super happy you liked our content this much!! <3 I am especially thrilled to hear that you got interested in Lilidia and yandere Shroudcest lol, so thank you for that.

The ships that we mentioned in our shiplist are the only one that we actively (or semi-actively) consider/think about, but that doesn’t mean that we aren’t open to any new ones (as long as the top/bottom positioning doesn’t change). Whenever we get into something new, we update the list, so it’s up to date!

And yeah, like I already mentioned, the firmness of position carries over to other ships, this is just how things usually work for us. And while we don’t ship Azul with the twins and don’t really have any major ships involving Azul other than AzuIde and AzuJami, now that you’ve mentioned other options… 😳 there is much to think about…. His relationship with Malleus is certainly interesting, based on the Glorious Masquerade event; and the only issue there is with his step-dad is that we don’t know anything about him. Toboso, give us some step-dad crumbs!!

And while we adore Rollo, we don’t have any ships with him, although I just lied to you, because IRONICALLY we’re intrigued by him with Azul. Woah, what a coincidence lol We definitely need to finish at least one sketch with them.

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Licurici by @lou-isfake [133k, E]

Summary: Charlie wanted Harry, but he’d never planned on having him. He’d never planned on Draco Malfoy, either. He hadn’t planned on anything but living out his days in Romania, with his friends and his dragons and his safe, peaceful distance.

Apparently, it wasn’t a very popular plan.

This is a story about crumbs and flickers and roots, running away and coming home; about falling in love without meaning to (twice), and having truly good friends, and the mutually revealing recognition between two people in love with the same man.

This is my first attempt at a single rec because it doesn’t feel quite adequate to just include Licurici in one of my usual rec lists. I don’t think a fic has occupied my mind so much since I read Grounds for Divorce by tepre, which is saying something. From the moment Lou first mentioned this fic was in the works I was already it’s #1 fan and was so greedy for any snippet that was posted on tumblr. And then when we started getting full chapters ohhh boy did Lou deliver! This incredibly heartwarming story will take you on a roller coaster of glorious pining and angst and tenderness and will leave you feeling like a puddle of goo on the floor. It left me completely unhinged and Lou probably thinks I am positively deranged after all my incoherent comments, tags, and tumblr posts. But it really is a perfectly paced journey full of carefully constructed character development with such a unique perspective that is so refreshing and creative. Not to mention the delicious smut, intriguing plot, and the OCs you will completely fall in love with! This story to me means warmth and comfort and home. Lou has a way of creating a dynamic between characters that is just unbelievably endearing. I am in awe of Lou’s genius and will continue to shout it from the rooftops any chance I get!

Some of my favorite quotes:

“Charlie Weasley could look at Draco, just once, and instantly know the depth of his greatest weakness, the earth-shattering strength of Draco’s devotion.”

“I am neither selfless, nor honourable.”

“Charlie loved too hard, too big, it was completely overwhelming. It was raw and vulnerable, dangerous, selfish, magnificent agony.”

“…a hunger for a feast laid before him, not the hunger for crumbs left behind.”

I’ve also listened to the Licurici playlist an embarrassing amount of times. It’s brilliantly curated to give you the same feeling of yearning and warm fuzzies you get from this fic and I highly recommend checking that out too.

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93 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

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94 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

the joy surrounding ofmd is how the sherlock fandom should have been celebrating in 2017 and it will never not break my heart knowing we could have had that. i’ll never forget seeing my dash full of devastated people feeling like they were lied to and baited and made to feel like “who they really are doesn’t matter”. i saw people leave fandom or take long mental health breaks because of s4. yeah we like to poke fun at mofftiss but what they did affected people in a very real way. ofmd is affecting people in a very real way. idk it’s just so nice to see people rejoicing rather than feeling like they were slapped in the face. also mofftiss can suck it because just look at how many articles are talking about the numbers this new show is bringing in. i hope it stings.

163 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

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[unhingedwomandiaries]

I'm on my lunch "break" trying to make it through another afternoon when the local rag catches my severely underpaid eye. Turns out the corporate behemoth that represented my first faltering steps into theworkaday world after securing an Associate's in Dante's Semantics is currently a flaming shit-tornado of red ink and shuttered retailers. Now, I'm not usually one to revel in economic failure, but this particular scenario brought a distinctly smug smirk to my perpetually bemused face. Why? I'll tell you why.

Rewind to 2008. I'm 18, freshly molded by the indoctrination farm we call "higher education," and grinding it out behind the deli counter for crumbs. My direct superior is this human-sized naked mole rat whose very existence seems to mock the concepts of joy and intellectual curiosity. She's been at this soul-eroding gig for a quarter-century, a factoid she wears like a tarnished badge of poor life choices. The staff don't mind her, but I absolutely despise her and with good reason.

On one particularly regrettable afternoon, two dudes rolled up to my station sharing casual intimacy and domestic bliss generally afforded to the straight world. No big whoop to me because love is love, as the youngs are fond of saying. But not for Helga, the Hun. She straight-up announced her refusal to serve those "kinds of people" because homosexuality violated her archaic belief system. Just like that her moral objection transformed into open discrimination.

So I did what any quasi-intelligent 18-year-old would do: I ratted her bigoted ass out. But the manager, a tall, imposing black woman, hit me with a hairball of back-asswards logic. Since Olfactorily Challenged Olga had been disgracing that establishment for longer than I had, I'd be the one catching a pink slip if I kept whinging.

When I suggested she envision that scenario with the colors reversed, she labeled me a racist which was ridiculously off-base. I may have emerged from an albino armpit of rural America, but I'm no cross-burning redneck yahoo. I just figured if discrimination is unethical for one group, it's unethical for all groups. Wild concept, I know.

Anyway, I brought my troubles to the ineffectual worker's union. Those conflict-avoidant losers essentially told me to get bent. Most of my co-workers were similarly unhelpful, unmotivated clods just keen on collecting their Ho-Ho funds. Except x, the chronically stoned smoothbrain who couldn't have cared less since he wasn't part of the demographic being victimized.

Eventually, the manager got word of my irksome advocacy and promised to squash me like a remorseful roach. I could've stuck around to be slowly drained of hope and self-respect, but screw that noise. I cut bait and moved on to an equally joyless fast-food post. It was a lateral career move at best.

But I'm still savoring this glorious collapse of the outdated, actively discriminatory company that kicks off my craptastic professional journey. They cultivated an environment of open hostility and injustice, so I hope their vacant hovels serve as a lingering monument to moral bankruptcy. Let their struggle inspire others to finally evolve past their ignorant prejudices or just go hungry, I don't care. Those intolerant dipsticks have been on the wrong side of history for far too long.

[anothersebastianblog]

Just out of curiosity, as someone who wasn’t active in the fandom during Ale, I’m wondering…has it always been like this? Was every gf of his hated and considered PR? Or is AW getting some special treatment here?

If these small crumbs that we are getting about him now stir so much shit sometimes, I wonder how it was when he was actively posting about his gfs on social media. I can only imagine the effect those birthday videos had…. 🙄

It was a mess. I started this blog basically… for Ale in a way. It is so weird to say that considering i think she is highly problematic and ignorant, but the situation was SO bad that i just put that blog name into tumblr and started all of this.

Every known gf since he became famous (2013/14) have received the annabelle treatment, margo got special tumblr blogs dedicated to hate her (literally in the name of the blog) + the usual ig accounts/comments/posts with sebastian calling out fans in first person

Ellie .. oh dear. It was quick and painful from what i saw. Fans in this case were mostly correct but she didn’t avoid the bodyshaming as well. The thing is after the n word thing, their rs ended quickly so fans thought they had this power on him.. to make decide for him what he could and couldn’t do, could and couldn’t date

Then silence and then ale with that 4th of july glorious yacht pap pics 😂 i was celebrating my fucking birthday while i saw THOSE pics 🤣🤣 and after that fans immediately photoshopped her face making it look like she was doing blackface.. a perfect example of how this fandom is. Before we got to know the problematic stuff she did, she already got ig accounts dedicated to hate and bodyshame her. Then sebastian was brought into the hate train because her mistakes and poor behaviour but also because of the travelling during covid… fans entered the ale era already mad with him because he was silent during blm movements so the mess was expected. Atp when they broke up i was happy mostly because everything related to them gave me anxiety and that prevented me to enjoy being a fan.

Then annabelle not only fresh air for us but also hated by less (but very loud) ppl and generally loved but the general public 😁

[becauseimanicequeen]

RANDOM THOUGHTS: We Best Love: Fighting Mr. 2nd ep. 1 (rewatch)

(These are my random thoughts from my rewatch on the 30th of March 2024)

Since my rewatches may contain spoilers, I’m putting my random thoughts after the “Read More” link.

I’m going to be totally honest from the start. The side story of Pei Shou Yi (Shi De’s cousin, the doctor from the first season) and Zhen Xuan is not my favorite part of this season. In fact, I rank the Zhe Yu and Bing Wei crumbs, as well as Shu Yi’s dad’s shenanigans higher than their side story.

I can’t quite pinpoint why that story never appealed to me (because I usually like characters that are different and those who deal with real-life problems, which both of these characters do). Perhaps it was their chemistry (or lack thereof) that didn’t quite pull me in.

So, if my random thoughts are filled with the other characters and events rather than Pei Shou Yi and Zhen Xuan’s story, this is why.

Anyway, let’s get into the first episode and bask in Shu Yi’s anger. It’s going to be glorious!

The fact that Shi De, already from the first scene he appears in, wears the couple bracelet he bought for himself and Shu Yi… He’s never given up on Shu Yi, never stopped loving him, and never stopped being devoted (though you could question his methods, but that’s another story).

Zhe Yu and Bing Wei are walking in there like they own the place. I approve.

Shi De knew exactly who was coming when he was told they had visitors. You can see it on his face.

As I wrote in my random thoughts of the last episode of the first season, that slap was personal. It was called for. And I approve.

Side note: Even though I know Shu Yi’s dad is the reason for Shi De’s long absence, I still want Shu Yi to grill Shi De and make him suffer (because I know that Shu Yi is going to take the truth of Shi De’s deal with Shu Yi’s dad as an indication that Shi De never believed Shu Yi would stand by Shi De’s side to fight his dad together). I want (and need) him to get his anger out. All those years of not knowing anything, of being held in the dark (without knowing it), years of Shi De handling this on his own when Shu Yi would’ve been more than willing to fight his dad side-by-side with Shi De (I mean, Shu Yi is nothing if not loyal), only to have Shi De show up all of a sudden and out of nowhere… Then we can always discuss where that anger should be directed. But if we look at it from Shi De’s perspective, he would rather have Shu Yi be angry and lash out at him than potentially destroy the relationship between Shu Yi and his dad (who’s actually the culprit behind it all).

Just like their colors in most of the first season, here Shi De is wearing lighter colors while Shu Yi is wearing a dark suit.

I love that Shu Yi starts by setting boundaries. This is just business, nothing else. It won’t last very long, but still.

Btw, I love that Zhe Yu, who used to have feelings for Shi De, is now on Shu Yi’s side. He probably hopped on that train as soon as he fell in love with Bing Wei.

I love how petty Shu Yi is, telling some bullshit story that he has a girlfriend just to hurt Shi De’s feelings. 

I also love Shi De’s continuous devotion to Shu Yi. No matter how far Shu Yi will run, Shi De will search for him until he finds him again.

Shi De really has his work cut out for him if he’s going to get back on Shu Yi’s good side.

Shirtless Shi De!

Shi De is wearing a darker suit now, the day after that altercation at Shu Yi’s house (which definitely didn’t go as Shi De had planned or wished for).

How to tell others you are boyfriends without telling them you are boyfriends: match your tie to your boyfriend's suit. That’s exactly what Bing Wei and Zhe Yu do, more than once.

That scene at the end has so much to unpack. What’s interesting to me, though, is that Shu Yi suggests they sleep together as a way to push Shi De away rather than as a way to reconcile. I’m pretty sure he suggests sex because he thinks Shi De will reject the offer, which means Shu Yi would have no reason to forgive Shi De.

Or, it might’ve been a way for Shu Yi to figure out how hooked Shi De still is on him. Considering the plan Shu Yi will come up with in the next episode (if I remember correctly), where he aims at getting close to Shi De again only to dump him when he’s the happiest, that plan might’ve been a result of this scene in Shi De’s office where it was clear that he would do anything to make Shu Yi forgive him.

A mix of yearning, love, and hurt feelings can be a dramatic concoction of emotions. And both of them have this concoction.

This was a great first episode. I love the heartache and the yearning, so I loved every second of it.

[chrysolipsist]

The Phases of This Particular Weedening

paranoid phase (usually brief for me and more "fun" than "oh shit this is real"... I'm fortunate, I think). a buzz from my phone. I got an email. For some reason I feel a sense of dread in that moment, although I have no reason why. It is a notification about a price change on a flight that I've been tracking. But when I open up the email I see a notification about tracking and for a brief moment I feel a tremendous wave of fear as I think, why is google telling me someone is tracking me?

creative thinking phase (the one that you think is extremely entertaining in the moment and think other people would appreciate but in reality that's probably not the case.). So, like, would a "furry" person prefer to go to a veterinary hospital than to the regular hospital?

the glustony phase (lust and gluttony) (the one where your senses are heightened and you know it and you are ready to write poetry about eating or fucking). We must get another piece of apple pie from the kitchen. It will be glorious, you know it will be glorious. As you mush that slice of apple and bit of crumb topping into the corners of your mouth and let the sugary goodness wash over your tongue. Imagine--and now do it. Feel the texture, notice the tartness of the granny smith apple that these were made with. The one your wife made them with because she knows you like the tartness that they impart, in fact they're your favorite kind of apple. That's because she's the sweetest and most beautiful woman on earth and you need to count your blessings instead of magnifying every bad thing that happens to you. Anyway, getting back to the pie, it really is so fucking good. Let's eat the rest of what's on our plate. Oh, fuck yes.

the reminiscent phase (the one where you simply remember, and sometimes reflect.). My grandmother was Japanese. She was born in the 1930s, before World War II, and emigrated to the US in the sixties. She often looked after me when I was young. Although I knew she could speak pretty good and proper English she tended to code-switch to this sort of relaxed "I-don't-care" mode which she used for pretty much the whole time I knew her. She got a kick out of playing dumb to people who might be irritated with her for some reason: saying "oh, so sorry" while laying the accent on extra thick. I remember she had certain funny ways of saying things. She used a lot of onomatopoeia. I remember her describing a microwave or toaster oven as "the ping" because of the sound it made. I also remember her describing a train to me when I as very young by saying 「チュウ チュウポポ」 (I won't tell you how to say it: you have to go to google translate, paste it into the Japanese side and have it speak it to hear how it sounds). and I remember her saying 「ひやひや」 referring to the feeling of being overwhelmed by a shock or surprise that proved not to be anything to actually worry about after all-- a false alarm. And I remember her telling me stories, none of the content I remember much of anymore, but they were sometimes funny, and I imagine many of them were things she heard in Japan when she was young. One of them was about a man who was asked by a king what the best feeling in the world was. The man answers that the best feeling in the world is taking a shit. The king's retainers are offended that the man say such a thing in the king's presence and are ready to punish him, but the king stops them, saying, "No--this man has spoken the truth!" And I remember putting the love seat next to the sofa to make a large bed when I stayed the night at my grandparents' house. On nights when my dad was out playing guitar in a bar somewhere, and my mom was tagging along or doing her own thing. And I remember the times with my folks picking me up, maybe sticking around for dinner. Everyone smoking, my dad drinking a Miller High Life and they ordered pizza. I'm not eating toppings at this point, I don't like it yet. Only crust. I was maybe 5 or 6 years old. I remember the console television - ZENITH - with that bricklike remote with shiny metal buttons. I have never seen any other remote like it. Having metal buttons on a TV remote these days seems unthinkable. I remember watching Barney Miller on that TV, and distinctly remember the credits with the city in the background and the fusion-jazz theme. A sound I liked even then and still today, anything with a Rhodes piano and a funky bass line is extraordinarily appealing to my ears.

the suddenly very talkative phase (the one where you could talk to anyone about anything and it would be the most interesting conversation you've ever heard. Or you can talk about yourself in excruciating detail--way more than anyone would need to know). So tell me about what you do for a living. Oh, you're a grocery clerk in the produce department? I used to do that job. I did that job for about five years, close to six years. Through most of college including the first year of grad school. Even though I was getting an assistantship I worked in the grocery store on the weekends because I liked having the extra money. Although that assistantship check paid more than I'd ever made in my entire life to that point working at the grocery store--and everybody knows grad students get paid like shit, so you can only imagine what it's like being a grocery store clerk trying to get ahead. Especially when they take your fucking hours away at times when it's supposedly "light" even though your store is always busy as fuck because there's no other competing store anywhere in the area to take away customers so that's bullshit. Like it was going to ruin the company by you getting a whopping extra $25 for those four fucking hours while the fucking cash registers in the front are sending two dozen $100 customers out the door every twelve minutes (or something like that). Oh yes, I have a friend who still does that job in the same fucking store and it sounds as miserable as it ever was. The only good thing about that job was that I made friends there and liked working with everyone in the store. All of the store workers were great. But the upper management... actually, there wasn't anything wrong with the upper management at the store level. It was all the regional people coming in and telling them what to do, micromanaging all the details of the operation of the store as if the people that actually work in a fucking store all day don't know what they're doing as opposed to you fuckers going from store to store and doing nothing but poking your goddamn noses into every little thing acting like you're doing some kind of 1910s scientific management with a fucking stopwatch. But you know fuck-all about anything you're talking about because you've never done it yourself in the middle of a pre-holiday rush. Fuck you. Fuck. You. FUCK. YOU.

the meta phase (self-explanatory). Oh christ I have to come up with some other phases of being high. But they have to be entertaining, and not encourage me to go into embarrassing personal details or depressing things. Like some of your health issues. Like why do you get kidney stones and why do you get these other symptoms that no one wants to read about and look at you doing that thing you said you didn't want to do, you're doing it right now, stop it! Think about something else-- we don't want to ruin our high by dwelling on problems, we can think about those some other time. Oh shit now we're not writing a good example of the "meta" phase anymore are we? Okay, now we are again. Is this sustainable? How long can I go on before I run out of words to belch out about being in this "meta" phase? Probably not that long, so I better come up with some other phases to do. Or maybe I'm just allowing myself to drift from one node to another in my high, like as the neural networks within myself are being stimulated and new connections open through branches they weren't going through before... Oh look now we're going into another phase just now, let's give it a name and keep going.

the weed scientist phase (where you come to a deeper understanding of being high through your lived experience). Yes, I have theories about what's going on right now. Like, your unconscious mind being like a sort of fluid in constant motion, with waves on the surface that occasionally wash up a few thoughts on the shore of your mind. Your conscious mind is only the thin skin on a nucleus containing multitudes. [Wow, what a great phrase!] Being high is like wind blowing against the waves, washing more stray thoughts ashore. Things you might not have thought about before, or thought about in that way, emerge from the ether of your unspeaking mind.

the wandering phase (where every topic is a precarious touchstone). I remember once hearing a British guy use the word "might'nt" and I thought, wow, I can't imagine an American using that particular contraction, although "might not" is by no means an unusual phrase to use in American English. Another peculiar sort of phrasing I rarely hear in British English is a curious use of the word "do." There's a video recording of some old British people with a phone or camera or something trying to record video, and one of them says something like "I don't know whether it lets you take pictures," and another one says "but it must do." In the classic Dr. Who episode "Spearhead from Space" you can hear The Brigadier utter the words "but he can't do." I feel like the phrasing "but it must" or "but it must do that" sound normal but "but it must do" has an unusual tempo to it. Breaking the iambic pentameter! That's what it's doing! Think about it. "But, it-must." "But, it-must, do-that." Those phrases make sense in an English meter! But, consider: "but, it-must, do."

the introspective phase. (the one where you converse with yourself). What doors hath this substance unlocked? Imagine what could happen if you could think with your whole mind. We are figuring things out naturally--barely thinking about them, we perceive the solution instantly and can readily describe it. Is this stuff making me temporarily smarter? (I do worry it may dull memory.) What if intelligence is just the set point for the amount of "mental surface area" you have, and what if this expanding it or allowing a new substrate for connections to form? Were that the case it would probably come at some cost. I wonder if this flexing of the brain is damaging in the long run. I do wonder if my increased use of late has made me more forgetful. I sometimes feel like it takes me longer to recall names. But we're talking about things like some actor or actress in some movie or maybe something that happened ten years ago. Not about fresh memories about people and things closer at hand. Anyhow I think you are writing pretty articulately, certainly with more verbal poise than you normally infuse in your quotidian technical writing. Maybe this stuff doesn't make you more intelligent but it may either rebalance or move your center from the left side of your brain to the right. But there was once a time in your life when you felt that you were definitely right-brained and not left-brained. Today you feel more left-brained, or at least in the center.

the tired of doing the "phase" thing and am ready to just free-form phase. (Sick of the gimmick). Back to reality. This will have to be the last time we do this for a while. We can't sustain this. And you definitely don't need to eat tons of junk food. Hey, lay off. I didn't eat badly today. I had a crepe for lunch and some sushi for dinner. And then a couple pieces of pie, then a few servings of pretzels before you remembered there was cold pizza in the fridge and wouldn't that just go down great right now--the bites from the center of the pizza seem better cold than when hot and floppy. At least from this place. But unfortunately this is the best pizza place we really have in this town. Or at least the most convenient one to order delivery from. Anyway yes I know I probably ought not to do this so much. So tell you what. We won't get stoned tomorrow. We'll give it a few days and do something else. Either that or we can stick to just a half dose so we can continue doing normal things without getting worked into a "oh, I'm high now so I better make the most of it" like why do you always have to optimize your experience? Why can't you just passively accept things as they are in the moment. Sometimes I do that-- I tell myself, don't optimize, just experience. But there's a part of me that always thinks, oh, it could just be this much better... and I spent more effort in curating my high than actually experiencing it. Maybe let someone else be the DJ and just let it wash over you.

The tired of writing this phase.

[stellarlascl]

Air fryer fried mac and cheese

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Crushed up as a coating for these glorious air fryer mac and cheese bites, Pepperidge Farm Frank’s RedHot Goldfish Crackers make this appetizer the. Next time I think I’m going to hide some broccoli in there as well. Don’t underestimate that smiley little fish.

AIR FRYER FRIED MAC AND CHEESE PORTABLE

I love how simple it is and that the kids can have a portable real meal they actually want to eat. Probably tonight if my 6yr old has her way. It worked perfectly and I will definitely be making more very soon. Working in batches, place 4-5 of the prepared mac-n-cheese balls into the prepared air-fryer basket. Lightly coat the inside of the air-fryer with non-stick spray. So I took 1 out and since it was already frozen I just cut it into squares instead of making balls. Remove the mac-n-cheese balls from the freezer and dip each into the egg mixture, then into the bread crumb mixture, and back onto the baking sheet. You know for those busy week nights, that unexpected company, or those lazy weekends lol. I usually make 2 or 3 extra pans for the freezer when I do Mac and Cheese. Definitely a new favorite so thank you so much. Basically I used your cooking method and my little monsters truly loved it. I have a Mac and Cheese recipe from my grandfather that I use and always will because you know how kids are about things changing, and it’s my go to comfort food. So meals I can make in advance and freeze are a must, and I absolutely love this one. Step 7 Cook in the preheated air fryer for 6 to 8 minutes. I’m a single mom of 7 time is not my friend at all lol. Place mac and cheese balls into the air fryer basket in a single layer, making sure they are not touching cook in batches if necessary. Simply scoop the mac and cheese into a ball and continue with steps 3-5. You can make these with leftover Mac N Cheese.Be sure you do not buy pre shredded packaged cheese as it does not melt as well as cheese you grate yourself.For an extra burst of flavor add cooked crumbled bacon bits to the bread crumb coating.I used seasoned bread crumbs, but you can use crushed crackers, crushed potato chips, or panko crumbs.Serve hot with your favorite marinara or Alfredo sauce for dipping. You may need to adjust the temp as the frozen balls may lower the temp each time you add them. Oil : I typically use vegetable oil, but you can also use peanut oil, or even lard to fry up these delicious bites.Fry the coated mac and cheese balls for 5 minutes, until golden brown and center is hot. Repeat these steps twice for each ball.įRY. Dip the frozen balls into the egg wash then into the bread crumbs. Pour your bread crumbs into another shallow bowl. Beat together your eggs with your 2 tablespoons milk and pour it into a shallow bowl. Shape the cold mac and cheese into meatball-sized balls and place them onto a waxed paper-lined tray. Fold in macaroni noodles and pour into a shallow pan and refrigerate for at least 2 hours, until macaroni is cold.įREEZE. Add both cheeses and stir until melted and smooth. Cook for about 2 minutes until sauce has thickened. Whisk in warm milk, working out any lumps. Melt butter in a saucepan over medium heat. Immediately drain and rinse with cold water. Cook macaroni according to package instructions. Serve immediately for the crunchiest and most satisfying results.NOODLES. Repeat steps 4 and 5 for the rest of your macaroni. Once you have created enough mac and cheese balls to fill your Kalorik 3.2 Quart Touchscreen Air Fryer basket without them touching, place in the basket and Air Fry at 370☏ for 15 minutes, flipping halfway through cooking.Ħ. Close the Air Fryer and cook for 20 mins, mixing at about 7 minutes and 15 minutes. Mix in the rest of the ingredients and add the dish into the air fryer basket. Add the macaroni into a deep 7 cm Air Fryer dish. Finally, place in the panko, pressing to even out the coating.ĥ. Make the Air Fried Mac and Cheese Preheat the air fryer to 340 F/170 C. Top with mozzarella and sprinkle with breadcrumbs. Transfer into a baking dish that can fit into your Air Fryer basket. Add pasta, parmesan, and cheddar cheese stir to combine well. Working one at a time, place your macaroni and cheese balls in the flour, making sure to cover well. Slowly pour evaporated milk, stirring constantly until flour is dissolved completely. Using a cookie or small ice cream scoop, form 1 ½ inch balls out of your cooled macaroni and cheese, enough for about 25 balls.Ĥ. Place the flour in one pan, the eggs and cream in a second, and the breadcrumbs in a third. Grab three baking pans, deep plates, or medium-sized bowls. Allow your prepared macaroni and cheese to cool and firm up in the refrigerator for at least 2 hours.Ģ. Snack on these crispy mac and cheese balls this National Mac and Cheese Day!ġ box (6 cups) prepared macaroni and cheeseġ.