#i don't think he's vegan in this universe

[vampire-named-gampire]

Six sentence sunday

Since I don't spam other people with my writing enough as it is already. Two people brought up Arrival of the birds to me this week, and it reminded me that technically, I have a sequel in the works. Then I went and wrote a bit more of the sequel. I'm hoping to finish it, but I don't make any promises. But here's a bit from Chapter 1, Baz's POV

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I place a carton of oat milk (yes, I made Snow switch over) and a jar of sugar in the centre of the table just as the kettle clicks. As the group goes around, pouring their tea, I turn towards the sink, taking a moment to compose myself. It is then that I see Snow’s car pulling up in the driveway.

Oh, thank fuck.

“Excuse me for a moment,” I say to my guests and head towards the foyer to meet Snow by the front door.

He parks and exits the car, holding two plastic bags that I know are filled to the brim with bird seed.

“Hey,” he smiles, giving me a quick peck on the lips. “Why are all those cars parked in the road?”

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On second thought, I think Simon the conservation ecologist would probably use tote bags, not plastic bags. But then again, he also drank real milk until Baz came along so... 🤷‍♂️

[ivystoryweaver]

With You part 6

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Summary: Will you always have to wake up in the middle of the night just to get to know Jake? Marc and Steven notice your yearning to see Jake again.

Pairings: Marc Spector x reader, Steven Grant x reader, Jake Lockley x reader. Gender neutral reader. No use of Y/N. Reader is engaged to Marc and Steven.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings/notables: Fluff, complicated relationship stuff, cursing, angst, sex but the language is not overly explicit and nothing gender-specific. Let me know if I missed a warning. inaccurate DID, based on the show. Not beta'd we die like arthur harrow in the back of jake's car

Dividers by saradika

PREVIOUSLY, on "With You"...

Wondering what he would ever do without you, Marc pulled you close, gently swaying with you in the silence of your flat. He had always felt so hard to love - his childhood had made sure of that. But you loved him hard.

One of the delicious advantages of being with Marc was that he liked to bury his angst, longing and inadequacies inside your body. Perhaps fucking through his feelings wasn't the healthiest coping mechanism, but it was better than drinking, and cheaper than therapy.

That's not to say Marc didn't see a therapist - he did, pretty regularly. But being inside you felt so much better than unearthing the shit from his childhood.

That's where you found yourself now, face down on the mattress, Marc's strong chest pressed to your back. Your sweat-soaked bodies writhed in tormented bliss as he thrust in and out of you - hard and almost frustratingly slow.

His thick fingers pushed their way through yours, intertwining, pressing your hands high above your head as he twisted his body deeper into yours.

You were helpless beneath him. And you loved it.

Marc was able to control so few things about his existence. The use of your body was one thing you happily and trustingly put completely in his control.

You and Marc did make soup together for dinner, but no matzah balls were harmed in the making of the soup. It was hearty enough for Marc, but also vegan for Steven. You made a mental note ask Jake what kind of food he liked.

"I don't think Jake's a vegan," Marc spoke up, reading your mind. "I think he's the reason my sandwiches are gone half the fuckin' time."

Marc and his sandwiches. He had sworn up and down, on more than one occasion, that either you or Steven had eaten his damn roast beef sandwiches. You always denied it, preferring turkey to beef. And Steven always fired back with, "Y'know I don't eat that shite, mate."

"Oh my god, I think you just solved a mystery," you marveled. The Mystery of the Roast Beef Sandwich and its thief.

Yeah, Marc wondered what else Jake was prone to stealing. Clothes? Money? You?

Then again, Marc couldn't really say anything about money at the moment. He didn't have a job, unless he counted the occasional times he fronted during Steven's university library shift. You were the breadwinner, at least for the time being, lovingly supporting Steven in getting a degree to actually match up to his intellect.

But sharing you? Was it even sharing if it was the same body? And was it even his business if you wanted to be with Jake? He had no fucking clue. All he knew was that you were about to be his spouse. Steven's too, really. But you barely knew Jake. How could you marry someone you didn't know?

"I can hear you thinking," you teased, slathering some fresh-baked bread with butter. "Wanna talk about it? Cause I don't think I can go anymore rounds today - between you and Steven." Meaning Marc wouldn't be able to bury his worries inside you until your body got a damn break.

"Do you mean between me and Steven and Jake?" Marc pointedly asked.

You dropped the butter knife. "W-what?" You squawked. "I haven't slept with Jake."

"But...you want to." Easing beside you, Marc leaned back against the kitchen counter. "Do you?"

You reallly should have spouted off a quick 'no'. But you hesitated.

"Shit," he groaned. "I shoulda known."

"I didn't say anything!" You protested, a little too innocently.

"Exactly," Marc huffed. "You didn't deny it."

"You kind of put me on the spot," you defended, retrieving the knife and returning to your task, furiously coating a slice of bread with five times too much butter. "Besides, Jake drives me crazy. If he climbs in the damn window again, I think I might shove him right back out."

"Ah, hell, it's worse than I thought," Marc grumbled, folding his toned arms over his chest in a distinct, defiant pout.

"How is it worse?" You scoffed. "And...what is worse?"

"You... him... shit," he sighed. "He got to you."

"He didn't," you protested. "Nothing happened. N-not really..." your voice trailed off as Marc's eyes flashed with possessiveness.

"Not really? I thought you said he didn't touch you. What the hell..." He paused, glancing at his reflection in the microwave.

"Is that Steven?" You interrupted, barging in to what you usually respected as private conversation between the boys. "What is he saying?"

Fixing his eyes back on you, Marc smirked triumphantly. "He's saying you look 'a bit flustered,' which would make sense, since you wore those black satin pj's and set your alarm just to see 'that mysterious bloke'."

"Steven, you are such a traitor!" You whined. "You guys are ganging up on me! I just wanted to talk to him."

"Mm-hmm," Marc hummed, caging you in against the counter with one arm on either side of your body. "So that's all you did - talk? In black satin? In the middle of the night?"

Narrowing your eyes, you called his bluff. "You guys are really obsessed with those pj's. Maybe you would have preferred I only wore your t-shirt? Or, I could have slept the way I sleep with you half the time - in nothing."

"Sure, mm-hmm," Marc playfully nodded down at you, mockingly agreeing with every word out of your mouth.

"Besides," you added, giving his chest a playful shove, "who knows how many times Jake has come home and found me like that - then slept beside me anyway?"

Marc went dead silent.

"I'm gonna kill him," he decided, waiting just a beat before scooping you up and throwing you over his shoulder, spinning you around the kitchen playfully. "First him..." you squealed as he tickled your side, feeling a mixture of giddiness and dizziness as he manhandled you, "then you. And then him again."

"Marc, put me down, put me down!" you giggled delightedly, banging your fists on his back.

After a few more twirls, and howls of laughter from you, he conceded, steadying you back against the counter. The two of you were smiling, breathless... his strong arms caged you in again as he wet his lips with his tongue.

Ducking down, he pressed his body into yours, breathing hotly against your open mouth.

"Promise me something..." he murmured, sucking on your bottom lip and swiping his tongue inside your mouth. He pulled back just a little, teasing you.

"What?" you impatiently demanded, chasing after his lips.

Sliding one hand around the back of your neck, he crushed his lips to yours, giving you what you really wanted. Gripping your jaw, he slid his tongue over yours, licking hotly as you groaned in satisfaction. You could never get tired of kissing this man.

"Promise me," he finally whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth, nuzzling your cheek with his nose. "Promise you'll tell me if something does happen - with Jake, I mean."

Easing back, he stared down into your eyes - his own warm, brown gaze pleading. "I know you don't have to. It-it's not my business, really, but..."

Sighing reluctantly, he poured his heart out to you. He knew he was safe with you - safe to show you what he really felt inside. "It's not like Steven," he admitted. "I don't know Jake. I just...I don't want anything to happen to you."

Nodding quickly, you reached up to caress his face. "Marc, of course. You're going to be my husband - of course I would tell you that."

"Really?" His eyes sparkled with relief and love.

"Yes, really," you sweetly whispered. "And I know there's no part of you that could ever hurt me."

After all that fuss with Steven and Marc, and the damn black satin pajamas, you actually thought you might see Jake again soon - particularly since he had finally introduced himself to his alters.

You thought wrong.

Jake went back to being Jake, not interacting with you or Marc or Steven, and the three of you were none the wiser about how he spent his time.

You couldn't wreck your entire sleep schedule just to look for him every night. He clearly had no intention of interacting with you during waking hours. You tried very hard not to take it personally. After all, you barely knew one another. But Steven and Marc could tell you thought of him...worried after him.

"I think you should wait up for him one night, love," Steven suggested one evening as you sat cuddled on the couch, reading together. London was being London again. The heavens had opened, dumping cold, wet rain for hours, and creating the perfect, candlelit night in for you and Steven.

Glancing over at your fiancé, so adorable in his oversized jumper, your eyebrows knit together questioningly. "You mean, set my alarm? 'Ambush' him again?"

Reaching up to pull his reading glasses off his nose, Steven shrugged. "Don't think it's much of an ambush, really. Just lovely you wanting to talk, is all. No harm in that."

Smiling warmly, you reached for his hand. "I don't think he sees me quite the way you do, my love."

"Not very bright then, is he? Running 'round at all hours for the old bird, missing the chance to come home to a wonder like you."

"Steven," you gasped, grinning at him. "Talking like that is going to bring an end to our night of reading very quickly."

"Fine by me, darling," he chuckled, tossing his book aside without even bothering to mark the page - something Steven never did. "Because I'm not the dimwitted bloke ignoring what's right in front of me." Scooting closer, he pulled you into his arms. "His loss is my gain, I'd say. Have you all the more to m'self."

So it was decided.

You would wait up for Jake (or wake up -whichever) to see if he wanted to interact with you, and ask how he was doing. It was possible, and in your mind, likely, that he didn't want to be a part of your life. But you wanted to hear it from his own mouth, especially since he slept beside you - in your bed, in your home.

Despite your general apprehension, you decided to be your most normal self and sleep (or in this case, stay awake) in one of Marc's white undershirts - they were so soft and smelled so deliciously like him. Steven's fuzzy goldfish socks found their way to your freezing feet.

You took a long nap and drank a huge cup of coffee (made perfectly by Marc) before bed. You were determined to stay up and see how Jake typically began his nighttime routine. He always ninja'd around like some sort of Father Christmas - waiting til everyone was completely asleep before darting in and out of the flat.

It would be your luck that Jake probably wouldn't even front tonight, and your caffeinated body would stare at your sleeping fiancé for the next several hours.

At first, it was difficult to resist cuddling up with your sleepy Steven. He did manage to adorably whine that he needed you, but you quickly reminded him that this was his idea.

"Just miss you 's all," he murmured, drifting off to dreamland.

You got bored very quickly. Steven had recommended a podcast called, 'Welcome to Staying Awake.' Finding some headphones, you tried it out, following the directions it suggested - reading, solving a puzzle, and so forth.

You were just starting to doze in the comfy chair in the bedroom's corner when your fiancé stirred...only to roll over and fall back asleep.

"Ugh..." you huffed, pushing off your chair to head to the kitchen. After a quick splash of water to the face and a long drink of water, you stumbled back to your bedroom...

...where you saw Steven? pulling a pair of tailored black trousers up his legs - his cozy pj's nowhere in sight. Fastening his pants, he turned around - shirtless - nodding once to acknowledge you.

"Jake?" You tentatively greeted, breaking the late-night silence.

"Hola, mi amor," Jake's rich, deep voice greeted you smoothly - his chocolate eyes flickering down to your bare legs. "I'm sorry I woke you."

"Jake," you exhaled shakily, easing toward him slowly. "You didn't wake me up. I was waiting for you."

Warmth bloomed in his chest, but he simply reached for his white dress shirt, quickly easing his arms into the sleeves and fastening the buttons.

"Where...do you keep your clothes?" you cautiously asked, inching closer.

Nodding to the closet, he remained quiet, knotting his tie and sitting down on the edge of the bed to pull on his socks and shoes. Khonshu had awakened him. Time to get to work.

"Where are you going?" you questioned after a few quiet moments watching him getting dressed.

Finishing the lacing of his shoes, he stood, reaching for his leather jacket. Realizing your question was not rhetorical, he granted you a slight smirk. "You know where."

"Can I come with you?" You blurted, already flustered. How did he manage to do this to you?

Narrowing his eyes, he shook his head, tutting a bit condescendingly. "You're not serious."

"I am," you insisted, scurrying over to the drawer to find some joggers for your bare legs. Of course, in this state, compared to Jake, you would be way underdressed. He looked head-to-toe incredible.

The faster you moved, trying to get dressed in enough presentable clothing to go out into the frigid rain, the slower Jake moved. But each action was nonchalant, as if he barely noticed your effort.

Why was he so damn infuriating? Then again, those were the exact words he'd said about you...

Pulling a leather glove over his long fingers, one dark eyebrow shot up inquisitively.

"Almost ready," you huffed, feeling like a child asking to go to work with a parent.

Realizing you were serious, Jake yanked on the second glove, giving his knuckles a crack. "Mi corazón..." he warned, pulling his flat cap over the lustrous curls on his head, and wondering what had gotten into you. You couldn't possibly think he would let you anywhere near his night life.

You were dressed now, in a weird mixture of your clothes and Marc's, but your goldfish-clad feet still poked adorably out of your joggers. Glancing all around the room, your eyes frantically searched for the nearest pair of shoes.

Approaching you confidently, Jake reached for your elbow, bringing you to a standstill. "I have to go. You should sleep."

Yanking your arm out of his grasp, you huffed. "I told you I don't respond well to orders."

Rubbing his gloved hand over the stubble on his chin, he nodded, "Goodnight," and turned to walk out of the bedroom.

"No, I'm coming with you, Jake, wait--"

"No, mi corazón. No." He whirled around, his gaze burning into yours.

"Why not?" you shot back, your hands landing on your hips. "You're going to work, right? I need to talk to you. And I want to see what you do."

He scoffed. "No. You don't."

"Stop telling me no," you snapped, realizing this whole stay-up-and-talk-to-Jake thing was already an unprecedented disaster. You simply could not keep your cool around this man.

"Ah, I see - I can't tell you what to do, but you can give me orders." Stalking back over to the night table, he reached for Marc and Steven's phone.

"I-I'm not giving you orders...I just- why can't I come with you?" You were desperate. You realized, at that moment, that alll this was not a good look on you. What happened to cool, calm and collected you? What happened to the you who respected the hell out of Marc and Steven's autonomy and choices?

You went so far as not even trying to dictate to Marc whether or not he should drink. It was his choice, always - it had to come from him. So why couldn't you do the same with Jake? You knew the drill - people were going to do what they decided to do. Arguing the point was only arguing with reality itself.

Sure, you could explain your fears or needs, and Jake could take that information into account. But ultimately, every person in the world always chose what they were going to choose - period, the end.

"I'm not taking you out there. You know it's not safe," he explained with infuriating calmness. "I'm not exactly working a normal job here."

"You mean...you mean Moon Knight. Like...saving people. Like you did with me that night."

His eyes flashed - you couldn't decipher if it was anger or surprise. "Marc told you."

"Yes," you answered softly, taking a moment to breathe in deeply. You had to calm down and stop sounding so desperate. "I just don't understand why you can follow me - why you can watch over me and save me, but you won't just talk to me." Your lip trembled as you started to realize he just may not ever want to be in your life.

"I thought you said that I was your family," you whispered, moving close to peer up into his eyes. "But you haven't talked to me in a week. I've been worried...I've been thinking about you."

Wetting his lips, Jake swallowed hard and shifted from one foot to the other - the first inkling that you were having any effect on him whatsoever. His dark eyes flickered down to yours. "I told you I can take care of myself," he gruffly responded, his resolve beginning to crack. "So stop worrying about me."

"Stop telling me what to do," you fired back, refusing to shrink away. "You're driving me crazy. If you don't want to talk to me, or know me - if you want to sneak in and out of here every night and never see me again, then just say so."

Your chest heaved with emotion. "I won't like it and I won't ever stop worrying about you, or wanting to know you, but --"

You didn't get to finish because Jake roughly pulled you into his arms and crushed his mouth to yours.

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[imomisoplays]

Beetroot Risotto

Spooky sul sul, tombler!

This post is the second part of the Halloween party for the Ito family. Borrowing Stella's kitchen, now it's Vienna's time to conjure up some witchcraft with her cooking skill. Also by @icemunmun-spicy-scalpel, tonight Vienna cooks up some beetroot risotto -- human-friendly version can be downloaded here, and a vampire-friendly version, smartly named Red Count's Risotto can be downloaded here. Don't forget to update Custom Food Interactions (its last update is November 25th so make sure you have the latest version) for the recipe to appear in your game.

This recipe is a great way to balance the intake of vitamins and fibers during the festive occasion. If you have @icemunmun-spicy-scalpel's other CCs, you can also use your own rice and red radish on this recipe.

Bibbidi bobbidi boo, let's start with choppity chop the ingredients! I think the first ingredient (radish) is custom-made because I've never seen it before.

So, I don't know how popular Netflix's Culinary Class War is, but I was definitely hooked with the show, especially because my favorite contestant managed stay in the save zone until later in the show, even winning the whole competition later. No spoiler, tho. 😉

Anyway, one contestant, nicknamed Napoli Matfia, is known for his risotto. In Korean, 맛 'mat' means "taste" -- so matfia could be translated to "mafia of taste" or something like that, which I must admit is solid nickname to choose. From his cooking, I learnt a lot about the cooking steps of risotto, which I can explain in the paragraphs below. So now, we go back to the recipe.

First, dry-toast the rice in the pan. The rice is ready if it's hot to touch. Once the rice is hot, add in the broth. Vienna is using vegetable broth because the recipe she's following is vegan, but you can use chicken/beef broth as an alternative. Keep stirring the risotto for about 12 minutes, remove from the heat and wait a minute. Then, we perform what is called mantecare. There is no exact translation for mantecare in English, but it's an important part in cooking risotto. The term indicates a technique of adding fresh, cold butter and grated cheese into the risotto when the cooking process is almost finish, and stirring/tossing it vigorously that it develops creaminess. I mean, I'm not biased or anything, but here's a video of Napoli Matfia doing a mantecare. Totally not biased, nope.

Voilà! The beetroot risotto is ready to serve! Vienna really made sure everyone got their daily intake of fibers with the roasted carrots side dish.

The adults finished decorating the Halloween table right around the same time Frejr and Soleil went home from Trick-and-Treat-ing. It was a festive spread! Brownies, cupcakes, iced lemon teas, horchatas and some beers for the parents.

The first round is for the babies! They're so well-behaved that Nanami felt it was safe to let them sit directly below the party table. The beetroot risotto Vienna made is soft enough for their smol liddol teef to chew.

Osh Cous B'Gosh gathered to dine in front of the party table for the second round. Frejr and Soleil ran off to count their candies right after they finished their venison steak.

Leia is now old enough to sit with the adults on the main dining table. She's extremely thrilled! Stella just rolled her eyes in adoration.

For her husband, Vienna specially made a vampire-friendly Red Count's risotto which features plasma fruits instead of regular vegetable. They also got him a special plasma fruit cupcake so he wouldn't miss out too much on the sweets.

So, with the Halloween party posts finished, we're at the end of my Simblreen posts. Honestly I haven't really played again since the end of October, so updates might be slow. But yea! There are several plans to do in the near future with the Ito family: the grandkids visiting their grandparents on Mt. Komorebi, aging up everyone, Leia entering university... Oof, so much things! But until then, dag dag!

P.S. Detailed cooking process for risotto is taken from this article, this article -- and completely unbiased, this video.

[blue-sadie]

The Lonely

Basil Stitt x Neighbour Reader

Series Masterlist

Prt 4 of the Different Versions Series

Summary: waking up in an modern apartment with a strange but nice neighbor who likes to wear a bag over his head

Warning: kitchen sex

Yn/3rd person pov

I yawned as I stretched out my limbs slowly bringing my hands to my face to rub the sleep from of my eyes before opening them, I slowly rose leaning onto my hands as I looked around the room.

It was modestly decorated very different from the other one, the bed was also big and plush underneath me, I sighed out falling back into the bed snuggling myself back into the blankets.

I relaxed into the mattress intil loud knocks echoed through the apartment I huffed slightly as I dragged myself onto my feet and out of my bedroom, I wondered around the apartment intil i found the door "coming" I called and the knocks finally ceased.

I opened the door fully and my eyes widened as I come face to face with a man wearing a bag over his head "hello" I murmured in confusion as I tilted my head looking at him "h-hi yn, I accidentally got your package again" he said the bag crackled as he turned his head.

He pushed forward a small package which I carefully grabbed "thank you" I smiled and he quickly turned and went into his apartment across from mine without saying goodbye "ok bye I guess" I murmured stepping back inside closing the door.

I placed the package onto the small table next to the door with a mirror above it my eyes drifted to the mirror to look at my reflection and my breath caught in my throat as I did so I freaked looking down at my outfit.

I was in a white blouse which only had a few of my bottom buttons down up and you could see my bra and a little bit of my panties on display "oh fuck" I cringed in embarrassment 'that's why he didn't look at me' I smacked my forehead with my hand.

I bit my lip his voice sounded so familiar he kinda sounded like marc almost was he this universes doppelganger, I went to look through the apartment for any indication for something that would help.

I searched through my well my doppelgangers bed side table and came across her journal, it was a simple black hardcover book with a string attached to it to keep your place, I opened it to her most recent entry and sat on the bed to read it.

'I spoke to Basil again today he is so kind and nervous it's adorable I just wish I could spend more time with him but he never invites me over so maybe it's his subtle way of telling me he's not interested or maybe he's to shy to do so, I just don't know what to do'

I grazed over a few of the other entry's and yes I was right that is this universes marc "basil" I murmured to myself that's such and interesting name, I put the book back into place before making my way back into the other rooms of the apartment.

"Maybe I need to play matchmaker" I murmured to myself thinking of ways I can get him to talk to me or something like that 'maybe I should invite him over for dinner' but what if he's vegan like steven or likes meat more then anything 'fuck why can't these things be easy'.

I looked through the fridge for something to interest me and I saw the ingredients I would need for my famous vegan brownies my boys love "bingo" I said grabbing the ingredients and placing them onto the counter.

I grabbed a few mixing bowls and started to put the ingredients together "fucking delicious" I muttered as I swiped the corner of the bowl and licked the batter off my finger before placing the tray into the oven.

I quietly sung to myself as I waited for it to finish I smiled as the timer went off and I kicked off the counter where I was sitting and turned off the oven grabbing the oven mitts taking out the tray and placing it onto the oven top to cool.

I grabbed a nice plate to put the cut brownies onto before making my way to his door, I raised my hand to knock on the door but before I could he opened the door still wearing the bag over his head "oh hi" I murmured dropping my hand from the air.

He cleared his throat and shifted on his feet "hi" he replied I stuck out my hand offering him the plate of brownies "I thought you'd like to have some" I murmured a slight blush dusted my cheeks, he looked between me and the brownies and nervously took them from me "w-would you like to come in" he stuttered standing aside.

"Are you sure I.. I don't want to intrude" I rumbled but he shook his head making the bag crinkle and offered again "ok thank you" I smiled walking inside my eyes drifting over his apartment it was a mirrored version of mine except his was dark from him blocking the windows newspaper and the curtains.

"Your not a Vampire are you" I asked teasingly as he lead me over to the kitchen he chuckled nervously "no i-i just don't think anyone would w-want to see me" he whispered as he fumbled with the plate as he placed it onto his counter, I blushed at his nervous he reminds me so much of steven.

I moved to sit on the counter my eyes trained to the cut out eyes of the bag "I think I can judge that for myself" I murmured in a reassuring manner, his eyes stared into mine as if analyzing me, he stayed silent in thought before releasing a deep sigh "ok" his voice wavered and his hand shook as he lifted it up to his face slowly removing the bag.

My breath hitched as my eyes admired him "why would you hide such a beautiful face" I asked making a deep blush appear on his cheek, I looked over the rippled skin slowly raising my hand to it but not touching "does it hurt" my voice was filled with concern as my hand nervously settled onto his shoulder bringing him in between my thighs so I can see it clearly.

He didn't speak his eyes only stared into mine his face was something like shook mixed with joy as he stared at me "y-you don't think I'm hideous" he murmured laying his hands into my thighs, I immediately shook my head "no never" I giggled running my eyes over his face again before biting my lip "I actually think it's bad ass" I cooed making him smile brightly.

"It makes you look dangerous" I whispered leaning slightly forward so my head was only a few inches away from him "it makes you look hot, sexy" I bit my lip teasingly, he looked between my eyes and lips as his hands shifted on my thighs "you really think so" he murmured making me nod my head eagerly.

"I wouldn't do this if I was lying" I whispered and pressed my lips before he could ask, his body tensed at first but slowly eased into it "fuck" he groaned against my lips his hands massaging my thighs as they ran up and down.

"Basil" I murmured pulling back a little making him whine and follow my lips "I want you" I said making him pause for a brief second "what" he asked his brows twitching in confusion my hands moved to his shoulders pulling him against me "I need you" I whispered, he growled out and his hands quickly went to work taking off our clothes.

"Fuck I need you to" he muttered breathlessly as his hands ran over my body, his hardened cock pressed against my thigh my body shivered as I felt myself dampen as I stared at him "so eager already cupcake" he teased as he licked his lips, a small pout formed on my lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I'm always needing" I whispered making him groan again "fuck" he muttered and used his hand to guided his cock to my entrance, he rubbed the head of his cock against my clit making a few of my muscles tense "please" I moaned lightly shifting myself against him, he hummed taking in a shakey breathe as he pushed himself inside me.

"F-fuck" he panted his hands clasping the edge of the counter top as he slowly pulled out and pushed in slowly gaining speed his soft groans and whines filling the air, my nails dug into his skin lightly as my body shook with pleasure "basil" I moaned before kissing him roughly, our sounds of pleasure mixing together.

The sound of our skin slapping was muffled by our moans, my eyes fluttered as I felt as my climax was nearing, I started clenching myself around him making his whines heighten and his breathe shakey "c-cupcake" he panted as he looked at with half lidded eyes.

"C-cumming" he moaned as we both climaxed together our bodies shook in pleasure "fuck" I cried as threw my head back, his thrusts slowly came to a stop and his moans turned into labored breathes "fuck" he panted my eyes slowly fluttered as I leaned onto his shoulder nuzzling into his neck, he whispered praises into my ear as his hands moved to my thighs running his fingers in a mindless pattern.

"I thought no one would ever love me after my accident especially you, your so perfect and I'm glad you could see me for me and not just a hideous monster"

[genderqueerdykes]

heyy so I'm not doing diy hrt myself, but I might have something to contribute still in terms of getting blood work done.

So this might not be universal but since I'm vegan I get my blood work done every so often just to check my vitamin levels and such and here in Germany there are places you can do so that are not doctor's offices.

So basically alternative practitioners (some of them deny modern medicine, but mine does not, he just isn't a doctor himself). I visit one ever so often and simply ask for a blood test to check my vitamin levels (and I don't think it would be suspicious to ask for a general check up of hormones too).

Then again, I don't have personal experience with hiding diy hrt, but I thought this might still be interesting, since it could very well work to get blood tests done without alerting anyone

thank you so much for your input i really appreciate it!

glad to hear we've got people pitching in their experiences from other countries, this is super important, i wanted to make sure we can get as much information for as many people who are in this situation and need help. thank you so much!

[vivalahannibal]

The most dogshit Hannibal fic idea(do not take this seriously): hannibal and will accidentally end up in an alternate universe where things seem to be opposite to what they should. They lose their memory of the original universe and continue their lives as normal in the new one.

A world where everyone is a cannibal and hannibal is secretly a vegan? A universe where it is a social norm to kill one another and Will pretends to like killing?

So instead of hannibal secretly feeding people human meat, he feeds them vegetables. Hannibal is also very big on ethics, morals and equality. Will tries to fit to the social norm(i guess some things never change) and pretends to like killing instead of pretending to not like it.

Also, Hannibal is not elegant at all. Three piece suits, you say? No, you're lucky if he changes from his pyjamas.

And worst of all: Will hates fishing.

Not to worry! They'll eventually find their way back and regain memories of both universes.

Sidenote: Hannibal secretly feeding vegetables to people is so funny to me actually. Like instead of "i'd love to have you for dinner" he's like "i'd love to have you in my garden" i don't even know what that's supposed to mean. It's fine in the opposite universe he's shit at metaphors as well.

This is an absolute shitshow and i have no idea what even possessed me to think of such dogshit. This idea came to me in a fever dream.

[respocked]

I'm thinking about work anyway so fuck it

Star Trek Public Primary School AU 🛸 !

Kirk

-the headmaster!

-went into education because of his own unfortunate childhood

-has an uncanny ability to tell which student has a bad home life

-remembers everyone's name, even if you went to his school 5 years ago for 2 months

-misbehaving teenagers send to his office get some candy and a motivational speech that changes the course of their lifetime

-most days can be found hovering suspiciously outside of spock's classroom

-way better with older students, 12-13 - has absolutely 0 idea what to do with young children

-which is awkward when while waiting for spock outside his classroom he tries to make small talk with them (-so... son... read any good books lately? -i can't read!)

Spock

- teaches early education, 6 to 9 year olds

-greatly overqualified for the position, had a human psychology degree, interspecies child development degree, highly regarded in scientific community

-could be teaching university but prefers to spend his time sitting on carpets with children drawing clouds

-his class is extremely nontraditional - no desks, sitting on the floor, tons of meditation, classes in nature

-does not adhere to the program at all but somehow his classes always score the best on all exams

-turned down a position in a trendy montessori school for a public one

-parents either go out his way for their child to attend his class or request someone else - either from homophobic or xeniphobic reasons

Uhura

-the school's cultural assistant!

-also runs student exchanges with other countries and planets

-speaks every minority language that has representation in the student body

-also a substitute teacher

-she can give a super interesting lessons

-but takes 0 shit from students who won't respect her

-runs an extracurricular activity with spock when she teaches immigrant and refugee students to express their emotions with music

-is the best at pitching a project idea for funding, which is why her office and spock's classrom are the best equipped ones in the school

-spock's bestie, they hang out after work (gay/lesbian solidatity)

-still lives with her parents, they're super close

-wants to date but it's too boring compared to writing another lesson plan

Bones

-the school nurse! & in charge of nutrition

-teenagers are afraid of him

-small children absolutely love him

-takes his daughter to work and lets her draw with crayons on his important papers

-also constantly in spock's classroom, but to complain

-"damnit, spock! give them all the vulcan cuisine you want, but don't send them crying to me after they get an allergic reaction!"

-"meditation? maybe have them meditate on doing some real work for once"

-but when parents with pitchforks come to complain abt spock's methods he defends him like a lion

-he sends them piles after piles of scientific proof of why spock's method are actually the bestest and most efficient

-when kirk thanks him for stepping in he pretends like he doesn't know what he's talking about

Chapel

-teaches sex ed!

-the sweetest teacher ever

-one of those teachers that noone is intimidated by but noone disobeys because noone wants to makes her upset

-uses her Blonde White Straight Pretty Woman priviledge to convince reluctant parents to sign up their kids for sex ed

-goes All Out on halloween tho

-you know she is there, dressed like a witch, running an educational halloween themed activity! paper bats hanging from the ceiling!

-has gluten free and vegan candy in case the winners have a food sensivity!

-has a secret crush on Uhura and Spock both

Chekov

-teaches IT

-burned out miracle kid

-graduated university when he was younger than his current students

-lets students play roblox on the computers

-and teaches them how to torrent

-somehow noone from the faculty knows where he lives

-background check turns up nothing

-"did you know computers were invented in russia?"

-puts 0 effort in but somehow his students love him

-little girls take sneak photos of him to edit in a flower crowns

Scotty

-teaches a woodworking & engineering class and does janitor duties on the side!

-like kirk, absolutely 0 idea on how to treat younger kids

-strict

-has to be, no joking around power tools!

-but you know praise from him hits different

-will tell students he's proud of them when they make theit first little table

-can fix everything

-say "this interactive blackboard is broken!" three times to summon him

-marries to his career, teaching fulfills his paternal calling

Sulu

-teaches biology!

-rule follower

-stressed out about exams 3 years before his students

-not very inventive but everyone wants his class because there is a hamster in the classroom

-classroom full of houseplants

-if you agree to water them when he's away you will receive a 50 page manual on proper misting techniques

-not strict at all but will give a dressing down to a student who is seen treating a living thing badly

-can be bribed with plants

[virto-the-weirdo]

ANIMALS OF THE LAND OF KINGS - concept #1 ♤

Call it an AU because it's not a confirmed theory, I'm here to bring you a worldbuilding concept for the Land of kings universe. I feel like it has whay more storytelling potential than it initially seems.

SO, let's talk about animals in the card world!

... there aren't any.

Except for that one brown turtle that somehow got it's way into Zontopia.

Anyways, this fact doesn't sit right with me. Like, shure, the argument for why there aren't any animals is probably:

"Oh, it's because the clones didn't need them for their societies to function, so they didn't create them."

But imagine how much richer the world would be with them!

Now, maybe we are wrong and some clones made animals, which we just haven't seen because we haven't even seen much of their countries yet. My guess is that Kuromaku, Dante and Spade made some. (Taking into account that Gabriel already made at least one turtle, I don't have to guess because we know he did do that.)

And I'll start the theory by suggesting an example of what kind of an animal would Spade create for his country.

BEHOLD!

Spade's warhog!

Why would Spade create such creatures? What purpose would they serve him? Why would it be worth wasting generator energy on them?

I'm glad you didn't ask! I'll explain and give arguments for it anyways!

Arguments:

1. Meat

So far, in the land of kings, we only saw people eating plant-based food (mostly in Felicia and Zontopia). Now, this might as well be the only type of food people eat here because there aren't any animals that would provide meat.

Meaning people in the land of kings are vegan.

Seeing as how Spade's favourite stuff to eat is meat, I have a feeling the prideful King Emperor would rather starve than be forced to be a vegan for the rest of his life.

And we do still want to be reasonable and somewhat teenager friendly in the comics, so I don't think cannibalism is an option. Besides, Spade probably has too much pride to resort to such undignified and inhumane practices.

So, how do we solve this problem? Easy! Create a big animal that you can farm and exploit for meat. For a traditional example, a big boar!

And why stop at meat? Perhaps make few breeds of this animal that give milk, and boom - we got milk based products as well!

Now Spade's country is the least vegan place in the card world, and can finally make a proper sandwich with ham and cheese!

2. Various uses for various breeds

If I remember correctly, in comic it was established that citizens live shorter, or at least age quicker, than the clones.

Now, irl animals usually have shorter lifespans than humans, meaning that in the Land of kings, their lives are even shorter, meaning that the process of making new breeds is much faster than irl.

Making breeds is useful because it diversifies the uses of the animal without needing to waste generator energy on a new one.

Here are sketches of some breeds that I think citizens of Spade's country could make, as well as few notes about their characteristics for each:

I'll tackle some uses more in depth in the following arguments.

3. Materials

The animal and plant based materials are a really useful resource. Not only can it be reused to produce more of itself (example, dead plant and animal matter enriches the soil so more plants can grow to feed the people and animals), but once the species is created with the generator energy, Spade doesn't need to use any more generator energy to create more of them.

Depending on the breed, the warhogs not only give meat, but also leather, wool, bones etc.

Animal materials can be used to make good quality clothes, as well as many household items, like leather covered furniture and wool blankets.

Also, I feel like Spade would find a use for bones in clothes accesories as well because I feel like he'd love to look even more edgy and intimidating lol.

4. Trade

An interesting possibility we haven't seen much in the Land of kings.

Why don't clones trade resources with eachother? Do they think they do not need each other's stuff?

Lack of this activity might make sence if we consider that all raw materials are produced by the generator energy, so they all have basic resources and there is no need to aquire them from others (water, stone, iron, etc.).

What they can trade are products specific to their country, but that also depends on how interested the people of other countries are in those.

However, something a lot of people might be interested in trying that comes from other countries is cuisine aka. food (probably misspelled cuisine but whatever).

Think about it, at one point Felicians might get curious what else is there to eat besides raddish-based products.

Same goes for other countries.

(A possible interaction between a Spade spy and a tratiorous Felician.)

And seeing as how, hypothetically, no other country produces meat-based products, Spade has got himself a humble monopoly in the card world.

5. Sign of power and taming practices

Now, this is a bit more related to the abstract implications of creating this animal, as well as it's nature.

Taking care of an animal is not an easy task. Doing that implies that not only do you have enough resources and power to take care of yourself, but also for a whole other creature! Apply that on a larger scale that is Spade's country and you get the impression that his country is, indeed, incredibly capable and powerful to sustain both a population of people and animals.

However, there is a difference between taking care for a goldfish and a dog.

I imagine, to show off how powerful his country is, Spade would deliberatley make his boars dangerous. He'd give them an inherintly wild nature, big horns and tusks, and make them giant in size.

Why? So he can look like an even more badass ruler!

Anybody can take care of a population of animals, but only Spade's country can counquer these wild beasts and subjugate them to their will!

I imagine Spade's taming practices would be incredibly cruel. In order to get the boars to do his bidding, he'd firsth break their will to fight him, and then manipulate them with fear. Redirecting the animal's agresion could also be a metod he'd encourage.

If the boar doesn't give up easily and continues to be disobedient, it would either end up in an arena (more on that later) or as somebody's lunch.

6. Intimidation and war strategy

Spade's empire seems to be among the more technologically advanced countries of the card world, judging by the glimpse of his country in the Tome of clubs where we see all the construction machinery.

So why WARhogs?

Well, once Spade creates the boars and starts trading meat, a word would probably get around the card world about the scary beasts that boars are and create the already mentioned and calculated image of a powerful country that tamed those creatures.

This can also invoke a subtle fear among other subjects, a glance of what kind of terrifying force other countries might expect shall they ever go at odds with Spade's Empire. For if they can tame the boars, shurley they can use them against other countries.

But would he ever really use them against other countries in warfare, while he has powerful machinery at disposal?

I think he would, but it depends on who he is fighting!

You see, not all countries in the Land of kings are as equally as advanced as Kuromaku and Spade's are.

For example, Zontopia doesn't seem to use much technology ever since the original communication system "broke".

So if Spade goes to war against Brolly's country, not only is Brolly severly outmatched, but Spade wastes so much fuel and resources to get his tanks and machines to achieve the same goal he could reach if he simply sent in an army of Warhog-riders with superior weapons just strapped onto the warhogs.

7. Entertainment and punishment

Allright, let's say Spade has a few disobedient warhogs at disposal that are whay too violent and impressive to be turned into steak.

Like, Spade can see these boars have so much potential but do not listen to him. Shurley there must be a way not to waste it?

Well, boars aren't the only thing that is occasionally disobedient in his country. So are his people!

Traitors, criminals, revolutionarys, scoundrels that refuse to follow the strict order and law in the empire... Death sencence awaits some of them, and knowing Spade, he'd probably make public executions a thing to set an example to others of what happends when you go against the Empire.

Adding into the equasion that his country seems to draw some inspiration from the ancient Rome, it makes sence that he'd take after their entertainment practices...

That's right, Spade would build arenas, very similar to roman ones - but purple, where he'd force his criminals to fight for their lives against the wildest and most dangerous warhogs in his country!

(Imagine the following example, but high-tech and better shade of purple:)

It's a fight to the death kind of execution where the criminal has a slim chance to live if they manage to kill the beast before it ends them.

If the criminal somehow manages to slay all the boars they are pit against, they can become a gladiator whose life is now chained to the arena, where they will fight against other animals and criminals for the entertainment of other subjects untill they are eventually slain in one of the battles.

This not only solves the problem of rouge people and animals, but also creates a spectacle out of public executions, reinforcing the fear of regime in other citizens as well as providing entertainment for them.

Arena fights in Spade's country would probably be regarded as a type of theatre, similarly to how they were in ancient Rome.

This concludes the list of reasons why I believe Spade would create animals for his country.

Also, as if all of this wasn't enough, here is a Land of kings OC sketch based on these concepts:

(Also, some of her expression sketches:)

Her name is general Atalanta, and she supervises any and all activities relating to boars/animals within Spade's Empire, which includes running the gladiator arena. She is a great fighter and and hunter, and is experienced when it comes to animal control. She has an electric whip as her weapon which she uses when the warhogs act out of line.

So yea, thank you for coming to my Land of kings concept talk.

I do have more ideas for more possible Land of kings animal concepts but don't expect me to write a post about it because this already took a few days to write and draw and idk if I'll feel like doing that again. In short, I make no promises.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - My Brother's Best Friend Part 1/4

I wrote this one at like 4 am 😅

Summary - Reader rencounters her brother's best friend and the two of them hit it off quite well.

Enjoy!

Five years at university. Non stop studying, no coming home for Christmas, Easter or any other holiday. Despite all of this no one in your family had the courtesy of picking you up from the airport. Instead they sent for somone else, a stranger, your brothers best friend, Ruben.

"Y/N, you grew!" He exclaimed, when he finally pulled up to the sidewalk where you stood. He hadn't recognized you the first time he past you with his car. You had to shout his name the second time.

"I did and one day I'm gonna grow old and die."

He chuckled.

You threw your bags into the backseat of his car, settling down in the passenger seat beside him.

He was practically like family, Ruben. He and your brother had been inseprable friends since they were kids, making you the annoying third wheel.

"Only two bags?" He frowned.

You shrugged. "I'm only staying for the weekend."

"For the game?"

You nodded.

It was the first time Ruben and your brother had been allowed to represent their country in a international game. Although it was only a friendly your mother begged you to take a break from school to come down and watch it. Everyone else in your family was coming, your aunties, uncles and cousins. All coming to support your brother. You were a bit bitter that none of them had come to visit you at school before, although it had been five years since you moved.

"You hungry?" Ruben asked, once you got on the highway.

"Does your family still own a restaurant?"

"They do."

"Then I'm very hungry. A broke student who usually lives off cooked ramen can never say no to free food."

Ruben chuckled. "I would have paid for your meal even if it wasn't from my family's restaurant."

"Well thanks." You blushed.

Pulling up to Ruben's family restaurant, they all greeted you with open arms and painful pinches of your cheeks.

"Look at you!" Ruben's mother gasped. "How skinny you've become. Pãi, make her something to eat, fast!" She took a second look at you. "With a lot of meat in it!"

"I'm actually a vegan."

"You are?"

"You are?" Ruben repeated.

"Is that okay?"

His mother's expression mellowed. "Of course sweetie. I'll inform Ruben's father, see what he can do. We don't have alot of vegan opinions on the menu though."

"I'm sure anything will be fine Mrs Dias, thank you."

"I didn't know you went vegan?" Ruben said, the two of you sliding into your dining booth, sitting on the opposite side of each other.

"Sometimes I think it's the reason my family doesn't invite me to family gatherings anymore."

"That's horrible."

"I'm sure it's not the case." You protested, seeing the expression that came across his face. But in reality you had no idea.

"A plant based diet is good. I do it all the time." Ruben said.

"Eat vegan food?"

"Yes. Especially before a game. It's hard to run an average of 12k a game with a giant steak digesting in your stomach."

"Huh?" You muttered.

"What?"

"Defenders run 12k a game, you sure about that?"

Ruben threw his napkin at you but missed.

"I'm just saying." You chuckled. "I don't remember you as very agile to run."

"Or jump, or sprint..." His sister came by to take your drink orders. "Don't you remember Y/N, Ruben was a very chubby kid when he first started playing football. He would either play defense or goalie, those were his only options." She laughed.

You held your tounge seeing the deadly stare Ruben was giving his sister.

"Can we order our drinks now?" He grunted.

"Yes, of course." She brought out a pen and paper. "A water for you brother and what will you be having Y/N?"

"A coke?"

"A coke it is. See brother, get yourself a girl that isn't afraid of a few calories."

Ruben rolled his eyes as she left you to it.

"So... you only date girls with diet only in their bio's?" You teased.

"It makes things easier." He shrugged.

"Easier how?"

"Well, she won't complain over my strict diet, will she? Or force me to eat carbs two days a week?"

"Ohhh, poor Ruben is scared of getting little chub back on his cheeks?"

Another napkin was thrown your way, forcing you to duck this time.

"What about you?"

"What about me?" You said, throwing back his crumbled up napkin.

"Don't you think you'd be doing guys a favor by mentioning that you're vegan in your social media bio?"

"Nah, I like to see the look on their faces when I surprise them. My ex boyfriend thought my reason for going vegan was because I hadn't tried meat before, which resulted in him taking me on food truck spree. His idea of a good date."

"It would've been a great idea." Ruben objected. "I know alot of great food trucks with amazing vegan options. In fact my friend drives one. I could take you there if you're ever up to it this weekend?"

"That would fulfill your dreams, wouldn't it Ruby?" His sister said, making her stop with your drinks.

Ruben's silence was evident that he didn't enjoy the sudden interruption of your conversation.

"Do you remember that time he and your brother forced you into that shopping cart and pushed you down the hill?"

"One of my fondest memories." You said. You ended up breaking your arm that day.

"Well you should have seen the look on his face when he ran to tell our parents what happened. They were furious, but Ruben was inconsolable, which made all of us feel bad for him."

"Inconsolable how?"

You didn't rembering beeing told Ruben's side of the story before. Your brother on the other hand, told you how he had been by your side until the ambulance came, terrified of what your parents would say once he told them that he's killed you.

"Hasn't Ruben told you?" His sister frowned.

"Carolina, please " He sighed.

"He cried all night, begging our parents to take him to the hospital to go see you."

"Really?" Your eyes widened.

"Yes. He even cried at the hospital seeing your little body all patched up in the hospital bed. I thought it was cute." She said, patting Ruben's shoulders.

He ran a anxious hand through his hair, probably praying that his sister would leave.

"He gave you his favorite teddy though." She shrugged. "That must count for something."

Somewhere a costumer waved for her attention. "Coming!" She groaned and left you two to it.

The relief on Ruben's face was hilarious. "I'm sorry about that." He sighed. "Carolina can be...well Carolina."

"It's okay. " You giggled. " I had no idea that Rosie the whale was from you. I thought my parents brought her to me from the hospital gift shop."

He shook his head. "No, Eddie the whale..." He corrected. "...was all mine. I hope you took good care of him."

"Eddie?" You frowned. "My Rosie is a she."

Ruben snorted. "I don't think so. My Eddie identifies as He/Him he told me so himself."

"Is that so?"

"Ask him yourself."

"I will. As soon as I fly back home."

Somthing came across Ruben's face.

"What?"

"You brought Eddie with you to university?"

You blushed, but was quick to collect yourself. "I did."

Ruben looked to his hands, hiding his smile.

The food arrived just in time to mend the longing pain in your belly. You enjoyed it so much that Rubens family promised to make the selection of vegan food a part of the menu from now on.

"I had fun today." Ruben parked his car alongside the driveway to your parents house.

"Me too Ruben. Goodluck during the game tomorrow."

"See you after?"

"The game?" You frowned.

"Most of the team are going clubbing after, depending on the finally score of course. Either way, your brother and I are celebrating making the national team, you down?"

"I don't know?" The thought of going clubbing with your brother was not a appealing one.

"Or we could do somthing just the two of us?"

"Oh." You stuttured, a reaction to Ruben's eyes staring back at you.

You can't remember the last time they'd stayed on you for as long as they had done tonight during dinner. You thought that to Ruben you were just his best friends annoying little sister,  but after hearing the story of how he had worried about you the day you broke your arm, somthing changed within you. Your feelings for Ruben changed.

"Ruben I didn't..."

Cleary somthing had changed within him too, because as you sat with one hand gripping the passenger door, ready to jank it open and jump out, Ruben had leaned forward, catching you off guard by pressing his lips against yours.

"Ruben."

You spoke into the kiss, his breath warm against your face. He let himself enjoy it for a second, before his body stiffend and he pulled back, a terrified expression on his face.

"Don't tell your brother."

"But...I...you kissed me?"

"I know." Ruben was quick to try his lips with the back of his hand. His gaze facing the road ahead. "It was a mistake. Just don't tell your brother."

You got out of the car, confused to what just happened. You watched Ruben disappear down the street along with your stolen kiss.

"That was odd." You muttured. You had barely gotten a chance to react to his lips pressing against yours. Surely the feeling had been pleasant, but how could you know for sure when it all went down so fast?

Somthing else that came at you fast was the realization that your parents house stood empty. However a note was pinned to the inside of the door, saying: "Staying at your brothers tonight, calming his nerves ahead of tomorrow's game. Kisses, Pãi e Mamãe!"

Well who's gonna calm your nerves, you thought. Because they were all over the place for the moment.

[twiixr4kidz]

I am probably the only person in the world to ask of this pair, but can I request some hc stuff of Todd Ingram and Young Neil? :D

absolutely!! i LOVE rare pairs so much

todd ingram x young neil hcs!!

they met on the set of the scott pilgrim movie, of course

neil cast todd as scott because he thought he was hot

he didn't really care that todd didn't notice him at first, but he was a little jealous when he found out wallace was spending a lot of time with him "running lines in his trailer"

and that was weird for neil because he usually didn't care about things like that

todd, on the other hand, had been very preoccupied when he FINALLY realized neil had been totally gawking at him

todd eventually decided to give it a rest with wallace because he clearly didn't want anything to do with him, so he set his sights on neil

since a certain vegan rockstar was still trying to "come to terms" with his sexuality, he'd ask neil about what he should do when he dates a dude

and neil just kinda looked at him with a perplexed expression that screamed "you literally do nothing different from when you date a chick"

most of their dates consist of going to the movies

neil's super used to listening to people practice music, seeing as how sex bob-omb used his and stephen's apartment for practice half the time, so neil doesn't mind going to clash at demonhead practices

he usually just sits there and plays zelda anyways

(establishing autistic!neil as canon in my universe) he rants to todd for hours at a time about his special interests, especially video games because they're like, neil's favorite thing ever

todd likes playing the video games neil recommends but he isn't that good at them so he has to ask how to find and how to do certain things (neil doesn't mind helping him at all)

they're both very spacey and they don't think through making decisions, which has led to some pretty interesting conclusions

"we don't have any food" "all the fast food places are closed" "what if we went scavenging like our ancestors" - a real conversation they had

they neglected to realize there were grocery stores and convenience stores that were still open right aroud the corner

[ranticore]

answering oc asks all in one bunch as promised

@fair-lead

don't worry about the broken emoji it's the only one of the set so i know which question it is hehe

🪽does this character believe in a higher power?

Yes! Ishmael has a strong belief in the same higher power that every other settler of his time believed in - Atom Genetech, of course, the corporation that developed him & the other GMO humans of Siren. The reverence held towards Atom was practically religious - the Company was the reason for being there, the Company was always watching, the Company had mysterious designs upon this world which most people were not privy to.

Unlike all of us, Ishmael knew for a fact that he was designed exactly to be the way he was. He had a creator. But he also had a belief in destiny, and that it was his destiny to have been born into that strange twisted form. Once he accepted that he was never going to become normal, he had to accept that he would always be like That. Therefore it was his destiny to suffer, and the creator, his creator, made him for the sole purpose of recording that suffering.

🪱 would this character move a worm off the pavement or save it?

When he was growing up, Ishmael had not much feelings for the smaller animals around him. He was never taught to view them as anything other than strange aliens to be documented by people smarter than himself. But once he was released from active study (he got too big and uncooperative) and spent more time in the seas of Siren, the natural world, he was able to observe the smaller creatures in situ, and he found a lot of peace in that. Once he began to recover from his entire childhood, he was an emotional wreck, feeling things all at once and far too strongly and unable to dissociate from those feelings anymore. And many of those feelings involved a deep, aching pity and empathy for the animals around him, to the point where he tried to be vegan for a while. So yeah he'd move a worm off the pavement lol but only at that point (and he'd beat himself up for not doing the same in his earlier years)

⚖️ how do they seek justice?

Through violence.

@sleepvines

👛 what is always with this character?

His glasses are the obvious answer but I also think he carries with him a small library of literature wherever he goes - mainly guidebooks of deciphering ancient languages and navigational charts that point the way to the ruins of the first settlements on Siren. He already can't fly so it gives him a little bit more freedom to carry around heavy stuff than other shortwings (and, anyway, Huarva does the carrying). Hidden among his scrolls cases of important archaeological guides and lexicons you will find a collection of adventure serials which he avidly collects; monthly releases of chapters written by some of the most famous novelists of the Spire.

🪷 what gives this character inner peace?

I don't think he experiences inner peace tbh. His life is extremely hectic and dangerous and his favourite activity is debating people under the table, he might find a peaceful mindstate a little boring. He might enjoy a moment of silence while crossing the sea on the raft towed by Huarva but it would be very quickly broken by him needing to say something; he can't just sit with himself. He has to DO something.

@magmacannon

🐁 how are this characters ethics?

Qedivar: actually not too corrupt all things considered (and corruption is the way of the things at the university). When he discovered the Truth at the end of his archaeological quest, he knew that it was information he should release publicly (i.e not behind a paywall and also not after the other scholars had edited out all of the juicy bits), and he was faced with an ultimatum - release it, and risk his life, or keep it hidden and accept the nice promotion the scholars dangled in front of him. He chose to release it instead.

Ishmael: all fucked up, bouncing between extremes (as I said above). He was never raised to be someone who acted ethically or unethically, he was raised to be studied. He was never given lessons or even a good example to follow, especially since all he knew for a LONG time were the lab techs who were not ethical towards him. So an important part of his character is that he turned around and enacted the same bad treatment on the only people of the settlement he considered 'below' him, the beta phocids. He got better later, after developing a friendship with Cherta, but it was always a bit of an uphill battle to get him to behave normally, he was always hard to be around, always offputting, and had no benchmark for 'normal'.

Mia: not quite so high stakes as the other two but he is a terrible gossip and is not above opening other people's mail just to spectate on the private lives of others. Other than that he does his job well and makes sure the letters are delivered on time, which i guess is ethical?

♟️describe how they would play chess, if they would.

Qedivar: he'd be good at it for sure but overly defensive, maybe not taking advantage of as many openings as he should.

Ishmael: overturns the board the first time someone captures one of his pieces

Mia: gets 75% of the way through the game, loses interest

🦇 biggest material fear (ie heights, bugs etc)

Qedivar: heights is probably accurate. He can't fly. He also hates sipho nymphs (which resemble winged silverfish and are about a foot long) because of how they wriggle.

Ishmael: needles

Mia: drowning; a practical fear, as he spends so much of his time on the wing over the sea. He is buoyant and can rest on the water, unlike many longwings, but bad weather can be so dangerous over open water. So probably a fear of storms as well.

🛡️how does this character protect themself and others?

Qedivar: he's very bad at this. He'll try to argue, use his words, but he's a scholar and quite insulated from the real world. He can fight shortwings as part of a spirited thesis defence, but if someone really wants him or his friends dead there's not much he can do about it. He is a songbird.

Ishmael: with violence

Mia: just fly away man what's all the fuss about lol

⚖️ how do they seek justice?

Somewhat naively, Qedivar believes that justice is inevitable, and that if enough knowledge is spread, if enough people see Facts and Truths, they will naturally come to the most just conclusion on things.

Mia hasn't had to seek justice really since all he does is deliver letters and stuff but he has a 'live and let live' attitude and up to a certain degree of severity, he's probably not going to seek justice at all.

i know that guy

🪷 what gives this character inner peace?

Inner peace? what the hell is that

♟️describe how they would play chess, if they would.

If you could play a glass cannon in chess i think it would be like that. It's all attack all the time, but the defence is lacking. He IS good at 4 player chess because his opponents' attentions are divided and his bad defence isn't such an issue (unless they team up on him).

🐌 do they carry their home with them or is it a place?

He has no special attachment to any place of residence; his actual home, where he's supposed to be living, is mainly a place to store stuff (the bed is dusty at this point). He does get homesick about Ferru but more for the practical, everyday stuff than any intangible concept of Hometown(tm). He misses the climate, the food, but not the people.

🪓 would they make it to the end in a horror movie?

Not in a million years would John be a final girl. He wouldn't be the first dead, but he would be the intellectual/sciency character who tries explaining the horror away as EMF waves or whatever, and when he inevitably dies, it changes the tone dramatically because now we know it's Serious.

[peachybutch]

How Good the RvB Main Cast is at Cooking, Ranked from Best to Worst

1. Donut

Donut gives off the vibe of one of those gay men with a baking channel on YouTube. This man's out here rolling up to the red team monthly dinner club with frenched rack of lamb with a pistachio mint crust and wine accompaniment, then earl grey souffle with creme anglaise for dessert. He spends hours experimenting with new and interesting ingredients. Remy Ratatouille, send-you-back-to-rural-France ass man. Donut's food fucks hard and everyone knows it.

2. Grif

You really think my man Grif loves food as much as he does and doesn't know how to make it? C'mon. He doesn't, like, relish the act of cooking as much as he does having a good plate of food at the end of it. And he's not typically much for sharing. But my guy makes a damn good short rib and bechamel lasagna. Give him the day to let something slow cook, and god damn.

3. Wash

Wash has been living off of MREs for probably his entire adult life, but I feel like he's got a few dishes he can whip out for a date night, or if he's feeling fancy. He knows how to read a recipe, and he has a pretty good idea of what flavors go together to make something good. He probably has a really nice papardelle with vinho verde sauce that he has sitting around in the back of his head for special occasions.

4. Tucker

Okay, Tucker isn't a bad cook by any means, ok? He's great with breakfast food specifically. It's just that he isn't especially fancy about it. He was probably, like, a line cook at Denny's in high school, so all his food tastes like food you would get at Denny's. Which isn't a bad thing! You would just never call Denny's "fine dining". He has his niche, and he does it well, and he never feels even a little bit inclined to do anything different or better.

5. Church (Alpha)

Church isn't much of a foodie right off the bat, but someone's got to pack Caboose's lunch, and he ends up learning how to cook fairly well after that. After a certain point, he figures out how to make things from scratch--mostly things like chicken nuggets, mac and cheese, pancakes.

6. Simmons

I feel like Simmons mostly lives off of shit like green smoothies and homemade granola. Like, hardcore, low carb, vegan, all organic, high protein diet. And, like, it doesn't taste BAD. But it definitely isn't the kind of thing you bring to the red team dinner club. He does make a really nice sunbutter brownie that he has to hide from Grif.

7. Caboose

Caboose has been banned from using any objects in the kitchen that involve a heat source--which isn't HIS fault! How was he supposed to know that you're supposed to take the spoon OUT of the mac and cheese before putting it in the microwave? That's just a recipe for a cold spoon! Anyways, he manages just fine without the microwave, thank you very much. He can make ants on a log like it's nobody's business. Cleaning up afterwards is another matter entirely.

8. Carolina

Carolina is one of the most competent individuals you will ever meet. She could kill you in under a minute, in 30 different ways, and that's just with her bare hands. The fourth time Sarge tries to recruit her into red team is by inviting her to the monthly dinner club. She shows up empty handed, and when Donut very politely asks what she brought, she replies that it's very interesting that they expected the only woman on the team to go all out with cooking. They move on. Carolina spent 5 hours in the kitchen this afternoon trying to figure out how to use the oven. But they don't need to know that.

9. Tex

Now, listen. Tex can't be called a bad cook, precisely, because that would require she cook for herself or others. Which is something she does not do. That's what Church is for, isn't it?

10. Sarge

Sarge refuses to step foot in a kitchen after the fifth shouting match about how flamethrowers are not a universally recognized kitchen appliance.

11. Church (Epsilon)

One time, while blue team is shooting the wind, Caboose asks Epsilon what his favorite breakfast food is. Instead of calling Caboose a dumbass, as per usual, he instead goes into extensive detail about how he eats computer keys like cereal. Caboose tries it. It isn't very good.

[tmwcs]

Masterlist (Not for minors)

- Heeseung-

My Girlfriends Roommate / MGR (1st arc of series) Chapter 1 - Mmkay Chapter 2 - Oooooookaaaaay Chapter 3 - Getting there Chapter 4 - Almost Chapter 5 -Oh damn Chapter 6 - ........ Chapter 7 - Here we go Chapter 8 - Omg theres fluff Chapter 9 - Fluff, fluff, fluff, and fluff. Chapter 10 - OMFG Its finally happening!!! 18+ Only Chapter 11 - ...THE HELL!?!! O...M...G 18+ Only Chapter 12 - DAFUQ!!!? ERMAHGAWD!! JDASHWGEI!!!!! 18+ Only --End-

MGR SMAUS:

Vicky's Roommate

Knowing me, Knowing you Part 1

Knowing me, Knowing you Part 2

Its not enough Part 1

Its not enough Part 2

Frustration

Wont you say my name?

!!!!!!!!Netflix and Chill SMAU should be the very last smau to read after reading all the other smaus (to include in MRE and HHP) because the references in it will be too confusing. I highly recommending reading MGR at the very least before reading this SMAU as well. it's very sentimental and also..there's tension that hits deep that can only be felt once you read MGR. Enjoy.

Netflix and Chill Part 1 - Read after all SMAUS in all arcs first and MGR

Netflix and Chill Part 2 -Read after all SMAUS in all arcs first and MGR

Netflix and Chill Part 3 - Read after all SMAUS in all arcs first and MGR

My Roommates Ex / MRE (Sequel to MGR, 2nd arc of the same series/universe)

Chapter 1 - Oooooh the fluff be strong in this chapter

Chapter 2 - Drama, drama, drama.

Chapter 3 - Let the juiciness commence. 18+ only.

Chapter 4 - This made y'all go crazy a little bit, huh?

Chapter 5 - Don't say I didn't warn you. Let me know what you guys think of this chapter, its one of my favorites actually. (18+ only)

Chapter 6 - Let me know what you guys think of this one. This is the last chapter for this arc, working on the third arc of the same series as we speak along with MT. (18+ Only)

MRE SMAUS:

Olive Juice Part 1

Olive Juice Part 2

Say it again and move with me

What is "it" ??

Send me a selfie or else...

I worship you.

Why are you not answering?

I need you

You really wanna know?

One and Only...

Give and take back

Unknown Number

Group Chat Part 1

Group Chat Part 2

Car Door

His and Her Perspectives / HHP (Sequel to MGR/MRE, 3rd arc of the same series/universe)

Chapter 1 - Yay first chapter! (18+ Only)

Chapter 2 - Heeseung/Ethan POV on you, omg such a beautiful chapter. (18+ only)

Chapter 3 - Just another day in the life of you and MGR/MRE/HHP Heeseung. Only for those that are 18+ older. Adults, enjoy!

Chapter 4 - Enter beotch Tiff, you guys aren't going to like her at all and she is based off of a very unpleasant person that was rude to a friend of mine back in HS. so yeah. 18+ only for this chapter so minors, pass over on this one pls.

Chapter 5 Part(s) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10. - sorry this is divided into so many parts, tumblr was acting up and would not let me paste anything beyond 1k words at a time for some reason.

Chapter 6 Part(s) 1 , 2, 3, 4,

Chapter 7 -

Chapter 8 -

Chapter 9 -

Chapter 10 Part(s) 1, 2, 3

Chapter 11 Part(s) 1 , 2 , 3, 4 OMG......This chapter i swear to God.

Chapter 12 Part(s) 1, 2 .....aaaah...redemption.

Chapter 13 Part(s) 1 , 2, 3. (Part is adult rated MDNI)

Chapter 14 Part(s) 1, 2, 3. - PLEASE understand that this is a very dark and twisted chapter. Heethan is PISSED and he's not in the right mind and shit just got real. but read the warnings bc Eden even gets back at Tiff....in a very brutal way. (recall her warning to her in earlier chapter when Tiff tried to confront her in the campus building) so please read at your own risk (it's still a good read)

HHP SMAUS:

Come rain or shine

Vegan Food

Good at acting :P

The Sun and the Flower

Ethan's hungry

Jealous

Feeling a little lonely

Freaks

Blood and Carnage

MGR/MRE/HHP One shots

Halloween Part 1

Halloween Part 2 - coming soon

Jealous - coming soon

Needy

Shark Week

Mermaids Tale (New series)

Chapter 1 - Slay! You are the Daughter of the Seven Seas

Chapter 2 - Whoo hoo! Chapter 2! I really like this story guys.

Chapter 3 - Yay its finally here! there's alot to this chapter, please feel free to send anon asks or message me if you need me to explain because alot of historical (made up, mythological) references are in this one.

Chapter 4 - Coming 05/31

Upcoming:

You're a fan. I'm a fan. - One shot (maybe a couple chapters long) but is going to be good. Smut writers, this one is for you guys. (hintity hint hint)

[lollipencil]

Oh, Suddenly Moon Knight!

Found this post by @girlwithwolftatoo, and just had to do something with it.

Enjoy and be gentle ---

The first thing Steven noticed as he yawned was a letter balanced on his face. "Huh? What's-?" He picked it up, blinking the sleep away until the list of his, Marc's, and Jake's names swam into view. Curious, Steven slipped the envelope's seal and read:

"Greetings, as Khonshu's avatar, you should be made aware of an incident that occurred approximately two hours ago. For reasons we have not yet determined, the Khonshu of this world and another have been switched. We are taking every measure to correct this, but must request that you replace your usual duties in favour of ensuring no harm comes to this Khonshu until this event can be rectified."

A list of hieroglyphs acted as signatures alongside the actual signatures of the Ennead's current avatars. And Steven finally hears something from the kitchen area. Silently, he crept out of bed and padded forward. Whatever Steven had been expecting, it wasn't what he saw.

Perched on the countertop was the other Khonshu. Toddler-sized, with an white egg shaped body, tiny black legs, and thin ribbon-like arms. His head still floated, but only vaguely resembled a bird skull. He stared at the coffee machine intently as it hummed and began to pour into the jug, turning from it just long enough to acknowledge Steven's presence before turning back.

Steven blinked and fetched two mugs. "How do you take your coffee?" he asked when the jug was full. "Black with three sugars." Steven startled at the high pitch of other Khonshu's voice but made it as requested. Other Khonshu inhaled deep once the mug was in his hands, and sighed happily: "Thank you."

He promptly sat down and dipped his beak in, his little feet kicking as he sipped. Steven had the sudden desire to pick him up and squish.

Neither moved from their places until both mugs were empty. "Is...there something you want to do?" Steven asked carefully. Khonshu tapped under his beak with a black and gold arm in thought: "I want to play senet."

As luck would have it, Steven had actually bought a board a while back. It had sat gathering dust without a player two. After the week where everything went down, the game had left Steven's mind entirely.

Now, the board had finally left its plastic wrapped tomb, and was laid out ready for use. A coin toss landed on heads, and so Khonshu went first. Two sticks landed black side up. "So, how are you holding up?" Steven asked to fill the silence as Khonshu moved his houses. "Everything's so much bigger," Khonshu briefly clutched the sticks as if to comfort himself, before handing them over, "Even familiar things are different." "Yeah, I get that, mate," Steven muttered and tossed his sticks. The rest of their game passed in silence.

---

The sky was starting to grow dark when Marc finally woke up: "Morning." "More like evening," Steven replied, his back to Khonshu as he watched a random soap on TV, "I'm ordering in, what do you want?" "Pizza." "Alright," Steven turns to Khonshu, allowing Marc to see the tiny god, "Any pizza preference?"

Khonshu's delighted squeal of "pizza!" was almost swallowed by Marc's "what the hell!" "Usually, I have mushrooms and mixed peppers," Khonshu waddled forward, peering at Steven's phone. "Any objections to vegan cheese?" "I've never tried it... No, I don't think I'd mind."

Marc was silent as Steven ordered. "Why does Khonshu look like that, Steven?" he asked as soon as Steven was done. "Apparently, he got switched with another universe's Khonshu," Steven mentally sighed, "Now we've got to take care of him till this all gets sorted out."

Suddenly one of Khonshu's tiny arms started to lightly bat against their arm. "Hey, are you ok?" he looked up with concern in his eye sockets. "Yeah, all's good, mate," Steven reassured, "Just thinking."

When the knock came to the door, Khonshu darted straight for the door. Thankfully, he didn't try to move into sight of the doorway when the door was opened. "Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!" Khonshu chanted, marching in circles around Steven as he walked into the kitchen before circling the counter where the box was placed. By the time Steven sat his plate in front of him, Khonshu had wore himself. "You alright?" Steven asked as the little guy panted. "Yeah," Khonshu breathed before tucking in.

Somehow each slice managed to vanish by just being pressed against his beak. "The cheese wasn't too bad," he noted once all was said and done, small patches of sauce on his cheeks. "Oh, you've got a bit of sauce, mate," Steven pointed to Khonshu's cheeks. "Oh." Khonshu wiped his face with his hands before Steven could hand off a tissue, although he did accept it after the fact.

Then he froze. "A traveller's in danger." Then he darted to his feet, over to the window, and hurled himself through the glass.

For a moment, Steven stared. Before Marc quickly summoned the suit before breaking what little glass was left on his way out.

[atla-confessions]

I'm sorry but saying 'I'll just go eat garbage' because your friends want to eat meat when you don't is such a bratty response.

Dawg he's the last surviving in-universe buddhist after a genocide, i think it's okay if he's upset when he can't eat vegan😭 Y'all will do the absolute MOST for every dude ever and fem characters if they're lucky but godforbid the lil sunshine boy be upset when his friends are inconsiderate. Y'all don't deserve Atla ong

X

[lurinatftbn]

If you’re down to answer another question like the music one, what are the characters’ favorite in-universe cuisines/culinary preferences? Or, are there any fun reasons why some characters like/dislike certain things as we see in the glossary?

Off the top of my head:

Utsu dislikes fish because it's ubiquitous in Itan cuisine and had a lot of it served to her poorly-prepared as a kid. I think it comes up in the text at some point, but her favorite food is layered pasta dishes like lasagna. (I know what you're thinking, and no, I didn't do it on purpose.)

Kam is a vegan, but obviously only for health reasons since they don't slaughter animals for meat in the setting. She likes very spicy food like chilis and curry - her favorite is stuffed jalapenos. She also likes crepes.

Ran also kinda likes spicy food, but isn't super passionate about cuisine and mostly just goes for low-effort stuff. She eats a lot of stir fry and dumplings.

Theo also worries about his longer-term health which is why he's on a low-carb diet, but renders this pointless by eating tons of chocolate and sweets all the time. He likes hot fudge cakes the best.

Ptolema just really likes meat. Her favorite is just a really well-seasoned blue steak, probably with blue cheese, and she also probably really enjoys whatever the equivalent of brazilian barbecue is.

I don't think I ever decided what foods Seth likes best except that he eats a lot of junk food. I do remember deciding at some point that he really likes almonds despite being allergic to them.

Ophelia is a pescetarian for cultural reasons. Beyond that, she loves trying all sorts of foods, though shellfish and mushrooms are her favorite ingredients.

Lilith is a hyper-picky eater and doesn't like most vegetables or anything too complicated or mixed together. She probably most enjoys very simple things like chicken nuggets, and only takes small bites so she isn't overwhelmed.

As comes up in the story, Bardiya is a recovering alcoholic, which is the reason for his preference note. I think I put somewhere that kebabs are his favorite food.

Ezekiel dislikes onions because of their slimy and crunchy texture. He likes really straightforward food like Sunday roasts, which in-setting would mean he prefers Rhunbardic cuisine, though he'd never admit it.

Fang will eat anything under the sun, but also doesn't care that much about food in the grand scheme of things. Left to their own devices, they will cook everything into some kind of omelette and think it's great.

Linos doesn't like shellfish because, like Su, he ate a lot of it prepared badly when he was young. He enjoys participating in prestige/fine dining, especially for Ysaran and Viraaki food, more for the sense of being part of a cultural moment than the actual flavor.

Neferuaten likes foods like beyaynetu (or, like, pizza) designed specifically to be eaten communally. On her own she mostly just eats salad, though she has extremely specific opinions about wine and whiskey.

Durvasa likes to grow and preserve his own food, and his favorite is dal soup. He also has extremely specific opinions, though only about whiskey. He doesn't like red meat because he dislikes the idea that he's eating the flesh of a one-living being, even if it's replicated.

Zeno technically does not have a diet, and is sustained nutritionally by other means. He enjoys the taste of very indulgent foods like foie gras and controversial food like cultured human meat. He thinks Viraaki food is 'stinky' and 'greasy'.

Hamilcar does not eat except with company, which is why his entry says N/A. He can't taste food in the way he could when he was young, and he finds it upsetting.

Anna enjoys sushi, but is too old to eat much at all.

Mehit theoretically likes the kind of high-concept Saoic cuisine described by Ran early in the story, but is not a very good cook, so mostly eats things like baked potatoes and fried rice. This is partly why Lilith is the way she is, but only like, 20%.

Balthazar skips breakfast because otherwise he ends up overeating, since he's the type who can just keep going long beyond what's healthy. He's the sort of person who enjoys bizarre high-calorie flavors like fried squid dipped in ice cream.