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cecilebutcher · 2 years ago

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ღLaufey songs I associate with twst boysღ

I’m back on my musical bullshit😎 just so we’re clear, this has zero thoughts, behind it o7 Enjoy!!

!!Don’t like,it does nothing. Reblog instesd!!

Characters: Every nrc student + some oc’s

Riddle Rosehearts: like the movies

“Maybe I'm just old fashioned. Read too many fairytales. It's no wonder I've had no luck, no one's ever good enough. I want a love like I've seen in the movies.That's why I'll never fall in love”

Trey Clover: I wish you love

“And in July a lemonade. To cool you in some leafy glade. I wish you health. And more than wealth. My breaking heart and I agree. That you and I could never be. So with my best, my very best. I set you free”

Cater Diamond: someone new

“I have to get off Instagram. I keep on going back. Looking at our memories. I know that you will soon delete. We turn to strangers in a day. Now you walk away. Every time I catch your eye. When did you become so shy?”

Ace Trappola: Best friend

“I have never tolerated someone for so long. I've never laughed so much. I haven't written a sad song. There's no one else I'd rather fall asleep with. And dream with. You're my best friend in the world”

Deuce Spade: just like Chet

“Why did you put me through. 11 months of "you're so pretty's, " "I miss you's"? It's absurd what even occurred between autumn and spring. If you never loved me. In a perfect world. I wouldn't have met you that night. Would've stayed with my friends. And just danced 'til the morning light”

Leona Kingscholar: Valentine

“I've rejected affection. For years and years. Now I have it, and damn it. It's kind of weird. He tells me I'm pretty. Don't know how to respond. I tell him that he's pretty too. Can I say that? Don't have a clue”

Ruggie Bucchie: Promise

“It hurts to be something. It's worse to be nothing with you. I've done the math. There's no solution. We'll never last. Why can't I let go of this?”

Jack Howl: lucky for me

“When the sun goes away in the autumn. And the leaves trickle down from the trees. The heat of the summer's forgotten. You'll be here, so lucky for me. You don't tell me to shut up. Even when I talk too much you smile at me. Say, "Don't worry"”

Azul Ashengrotto: From the start

“Oh, the burning pain. Listening to you harp on 'bout some new soulmate. "She's so perfect, " blah, blah, blah. Oh, how I wish you'll wake up one day. Run to me, confess your love, at least just let me say”

Jade Leech: above the Chinese restaurant

“Street sounds blistered with neon lights. Heard the neighbors snoring every other night. Eating dumplings from next door. Finish 'em up they'd give us some more. Didn't realize we had it all. Even when the roof came caving in that fall. Oh, I loved you more than you know. Covered in the flakes of crystal white snow”

Floyd Leech: dancing with you tonight

“Silly boy, don't talk to me. I don't have the energy. Please don't ask to dance with me tonight. I do better on my own (on my own). I don't mean to come off cold (come off cold). But my dear, I'm all danced out tonight. Now the gin is hitting me. And it's almost half-past three. Am I crazy or seeing things? I'm sorry if I can't go for another swing”

Kalim Al-Asim: Magnolia

“A word from her lips, her sirens kiss. Will send you straight into abyss. Magnolia, I wish she'd give her secrets away. Enchants everyone and I think it'd be fun. To be like her someday. But I cannot compete with her. Perfection is the only word. I think of when I think of Magnolia. She doesn't know that the world is turning just for her”

Jamil Viper: Street by Street

“Step by step, brick by brick. I'm reclaiming what's mine. This city is way too small. To give away to just one guy. Street by street, breath by breath. From the Back Bay to the sky. I'm taking back my city. I'm Taking back my life. The cafe Where you asked me for my name. The bookstore we spent Five hours hiding from the rain”

Vil Shoenheit: beautiful stranger

“What if I would've stayed on the train? Dared to stand up and ask for his name. Maybe we would have exchanged a few words. A fairytale moment could have occurred. But my beautiful stranger will have to remain. A stranger until I see him again. See him again. Hmm, mmh.”

Rook Hunt: fragile

“The soft candle glow. The music so slow. Your skin on my skin. The room is spinning. Nerve in my bone. I'm shaking oh no. I'm talking though I shouldn't be. I've lost all sensibility. I've never been so fragile”

Epel Felmier: falling behind

“'Cause the sun's engaged to the sky. And my best friend's found a new guy. I'm only getting older. I've never had a shoulder to cry on. Someone to call mine. Everybody's falling in love and I'm falling behind”

Idia Shroud:this is how it feels(ft. D4vd)

“This is how it feels. To fall in love with you. To always think of you. To always dream of you. Yes, it hurts so much. To fall in love with you. So if this is how it feels. Tell me if our love is real. There's some type of strange appeal. To the way it was so effortless, uh. I cannot help it”

Malleus Draconia: Bewitched

“You bewitched me. From the first time that you kissed me. Waited all night. Then we ran down the street in the late London light. The world froze around us, you kissed me good night. You bewitch me. Every damn second you're with me. I try to think straight. But I'm falling so badly, I'm coming apart. You wrote me a note, cast a spell on my heart. And bewitched me. Bewitched”

Lilia Vanrouge: night light

“Cardboard boxes covеring the floor. Guess I won't be living in here anymore. Take down the posters of the pop stars on the wall. Empty room, it looks so small. All of the laughter. All the sleepless nights. Waiting for ever after. Snow falling outside, keeping on the night light”

Silver (Vanrouge): let you break my heart again

“One day, I will stop falling in love with you. Some day, someone will like me like I like you. Until then, I'll drink my coffee, eat my pie. Pretend that we are more than friends. Then of course I'll let you break my heart again. Some day, one day. I will stop falling in love with you. Until I do. I'll be thinking of you. Let you break my heart again”

Sebek Zigvolt: dear soulmate

“Dear soulmate. Do you think of me? 'Cause I do. Do you have green eyes or are they brown like mine? Do you have a sister too? Dear soulmate. One day I'll give this song you. We will drive up to the mountains? Camp in a little tent? When the bears come at night. Will you put up a fight? Or will you hide with me in my flashlight?”

Ibhana “Vesper” Baske: questions for the universe

“Falling in love feels more like crashing. Stars spin around my head. So I'm asking. Will my worries ever melt away? Mm. Run out of sentences to say. Wish that I could put this into better words. Will I ever fall in love or will I always search?”

Tao Yúchi: second best

“I'll never forget how stupid in love I felt. I'll always regret how I couldn't ever tell. That you walked a little faster, left me behind. Kissed me with somebody else in mind. I loved you so much. That I settled for less. Oh, you were my everything. I was your second best.”

Igor Kazentoc: serendipity

“I won't pretend I've been anxious. Just like I've always been. This time it's sticking. And time just stops ticking. When I have my arms around you. Four-leaf clovers and lucky dimes. Coincidences and cosmic signs. Have proved that I am quite naive. I'm falling fast, filling gravity. And all that I see is serendipity”

Junto Shuisha: everything I know about love

“I wouldn't mind (ahh). I heard that falling fast is so divine. Are these songs just telling plain old lies? 'Cause that's everything I know about love (ooh, ooh). Everything I know about love (ooh, ooh). I don't know that much at all. I trip, I fall. Every time I try, it's all too much. That's everything I know about love”

Jasper Spade: slow down

“I wish it would slow down. Even for a second. I'm so old now. Left my adolescence. Going out to parties. And getting way too drunk. Think I found somebody. But don't think that it's love. I wish it would slow down. Slow down. Mhm, mhm. ”

Aikat Spanos: I’ve never been in love before

“I've never been in love before. I thought my heart was safe. I thought I knew the score. But this is why. It's all too strange and strong. I'm full of foolish song, and out my song must pour. So please forgive this helpless haze I'm in. I've really never been in love before”

Phobes Spanos: what love will do to you

“Lately, I've been in a haze. Running late, can't think straight. The world feels smaller, yet the trees look taller. There's enchantment in the air. I know I sound stupid, I do. That's what love will do to you. Read my favorite book. For the hundredth time. At least I know of how it ends. In real life it just all depends”

Yes I know I placed valentine for my baby boy Sebek in the last post, but it fits Leona this time ok?

Anywho hope ya’ll enjoyed this as much as I had fun writing this:D

Finally back to posting shit!! I have had this in my drafts for ages

!!requests are open!!

comments are more than appreciated. but reblogs help the content reach more people so please reblog if you want to like<3 likes do nothing. Seriously, don’t like, reblog.

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mybelovednick · 1 year ago

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Crimson and Clover, Honey (Chapter 3)

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Nick Sturniolo x Male!character

Summary: Nick Sturniolo is a Bookstore owner in a small town in Northern Italy. Vayu Arora is an elementary school teacher who is a frequent customer at Nick's Store. Both of them meet and they are suppose to fall in love like faith intended. But what happens when one of them is unable to let go of their past selves?

Nick x male!character Angst Fluff/comfort Hurt/comfort

TW: Non-consent, s3xual harresment, abuse, anxiety, alcoholism

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“Then make me." he said

Only God knows from where; but I did muster up the courage to simply say, “If that’s what you want. Then let me get to know you better.”

Nick seemed to be caught off guard from that sudden change in my tone. “Well, come on then. I know a place.” He patted the backseat of his bike.

“Are you going to murder me? Is that it? Are you a serial killer?” I felt braver around him so I was having too much fun. I don’t know why.

“No but either way, you’re going to get to know me better.” Nick winked and put on his helmet.

He is lucky that he’s got a pretty face.

I sat behind him. He ordered me to put my hands inside the pockets of his jacket. “Your hands will freeze in the wind.” He argued. So I did what he said.

There was no extra helmet for a passenger so I had to rest my head on the back of his shoulders. His body was very warm. We were cruising through the town lights at the night. Nathan rode my Vespa at a concerning speed too. But it was something about Nick that made me feel safe.

It was February, so the wind was still very cold and it desensitized the tip of my ears. But my hands were warm and I liked it. I felt a small book inside his right pocket. But I knew better than to interrupt the ride just to ask him what it was.

My nose constantly brushed against the nape of his neck. He smelled like clean laundry almost, a bit musky and cool like the grass after the rain. It was hard to keep my eyes open as the air would dry my eyes constantly but I tried my best. I never realised how beautiful the town was. It was something about city lights in the night that left me feeling giddy like a child.

Lights from late night cafes, pastry shops, grocery stores, liquor stores, bright neon motel signs, clubs- all these lights showed us how alive the night was. They dared to blind the stars above because we humans love to conquer the night. As we always tend to say, ‘the night is young, the night is free.’ And I’d love to be young and free again.

The shadows of our silhouette competed with different light sources in the ground. These grey figures would rush up and down the plane of the road like a group of wild black cats, while being stuck to the wheels of Nick’s bike. The wind started to slow down and the sound of the engine mellowed a bit.

Nick parked his bike on a grassy patch of land on the side of the road which led to the town Cathedral.

“Are we getting married here?” I joked then I instantly regretted for attempting such a risky humour. As I started to panic I heard his laugh, he was still wearing the helmet so it was muffled. And I let out a sigh of relief.

“No, not really.” He chuckled and pulled his head out of the helmet and shook his hair. His forehead was sweating so he removed his leather gloves and moved his blonde strands out of his eyes. I simply stared at him. How could someone be this beautiful? It was unfair.

“There is an annual festival on the church grounds.” He clarified with a small smile.

“Oh, a festival? Wow I never knew about that.” I was genuinely so excited. I was ready to go when he held my hand back.

He held my hand.

“Wait, we are going in together, I don’t want the news to blame me when you get lost like a child. Follow me for one last time.” He smirked and I raised my eyebrow in confusion. “Trust me” he said. And I did.

I followed him like a child towards the festival. He was gripping on to my left hand with his right hand. He was basically sprinting past the crowds.

I memorised the shape of his hair, I memorised the creases in his jacket when he moved too quickly. I memorised the black bracelet hanging from his wrist and the way he held my dark wrist with his pale hands having reddish knuckles. The way he walked, the way he giggled while pushing through people- everything about him, I wanted to keep this moment for ever.

The night was cold and the stars were high up. But in that moment, I felt warmth of the people around me. The music was blasting through the speakers, the aroma of wine and fresh bread, pastries surrounded me like a hug. People around other people.

Isn’t it strange how gullible us humans are? We trust people we just met and sometimes hate the ones we’ve known for a long time. It goes back to my analogy of how people are simply stories. The world is a library. The funny thing is we never know when our chapters would overlap each other. It could be when you are dancing your heart out and someone joins you, or someone just sitting beside you when you are alone, silently. These are strangers.

Strangers turn into friends; friends into lovers and then, strangers again.

“Hey I wanna stop here.” I yelled because the music was too loud. He looked towards me and nodded. We were both smiling the entire time. It was something in the air that had fragrance of happiness and the stench of body heat. There many people dancing in the front.

All of a sudden, Nick slightly shoved with his shoulder. And let me remind you, that man had strong shoulders. I instantly looked at him after I saved myself from stumbling and he shrugged with a shit eating grin on his face while he clapped to the beat of ‘Paris Latino’ by the Bandolero.

I knew what to do. I held him by the thick collar of his jacket and pulled him into the dancing crowd. He was shocked but was laughing nonetheless.

I loved his laugh. It was barely audible through the blaring 90’s disco beats but it did feel like music to me, I’ve always been corny, leave me be.

Then we were there; in between hundreds of bodies, smashed closer together and his scent filled me. He said, “You are awfully brave for someone who buys porn magazines with Shakespeare.”

I rolled my eyes while moving my body to the beat. “That doesn’t even make any sense.”

Nick leaned in closer to my left ear and whispered, “I know, I just wanted to make a statement”

There were shivers down my spine. I felt the cold metal of his nose ring touch the skin of my left temple and I got goosebumps behind my neck. But I did my best to keep my composure. I averted my gaze and I knew he was proud of what he did to me. The music went on. We danced and danced and danced. We were dancing, jumping, screaming along with the crowd, everyone was sweating. Beads of sweats were trickling down my back. I watched how happy Nick was, jumping like a madman. He wasn’t the best at dancing but he enjoyed himself like a child in a carousel. And I enjoyed myself too.

The music transitioned into ‘E la vita’ by Marco Armani. There was a change of pace. “I’m tired” I finally declared. As I was about to leave, Nick held onto my waist. Slowly he swayed our bodies along with the music and I followed. His forehead was still glistening with sweat. He was still smiling and his face was flushed red. My heart was racing like a deer through a forest and it completely stopped when he touched the back of my head and lightly tugged my hairs. I thought I could die right then and there because the butterflies in my stomach might as well burst open through my torso and engulf me whole.

But that moment of pure joy didn’t last long. I saw the people around us looking with scrunched noses and unapproving faces filled with disgust and displeasure.

“Nick, we are on church grounds.” I said, not being able to meet his eyes.

“So what?” he asked.

“We should go back. I don’t think people will like us…”

Now Nick removed his hands and furrowed his eyebrows. “Why.” He didn’t mean it like a question.

“Nick I know you know it.” I was trembling at this point, “It is not appropriate, let’s go somewhere else.” I tried to reason with him.

“Not appropriate? Are you joking?” He was raising his voice by now. More people turned their heads towards us.

I felt like going numb. I felt like bursting into tears. In a split second, all that warmth was gone and my hands and feet were turning cold. I held his hand softly, “Nick please let’s leave, it’s not safe.” I was pleading.

Nick stared at me for a moment, “You know what? Let’s give this audience something to actually not approve of.” And he held my shoulders and tried to forcefully kiss me. The blood drained out of my head. Out of pure reflex, I pushed him away before his lips could touch mine.

Nick looked at me for a few seconds. His eyes were not of anger. It was of disappointment, as if I had denied a child to buy him a toy. Before I could inspect the hurt in his eyes, he looked down on the bricked ground, it was dirty and grey.

I was horrified. I covered my mouth out of shock and desperation,“I…I a-am so… so sorry-�� I didn’t mean to-“

“I am going to have a drink.” He finally said, still unable to look at me. E la vita was still playing around us. People were now tired of us and continued doing their celebrations. There were a hundred people around me but I felt like the loneliest person in all of Italy. Why? It was because Nick wasn’t there with me anymore.

I still to this day never understood if it was normal for a person to get so attached to another person in such a short span of time. Who was he to me? Just another dude with a pretty face, maybe. Another stranger whose story overlapped with mine for a brief moment. But that logic never succeeded to explain as to why his touch felt like I knew him for eternity. Why a simple nod or a look from him made my heart race like a horse that was finally free on an open meadow? I wanted more of him. I wanted to be his and make him mine. Once again, I felt like I was succumbing to my madness.

But I had lost, perhaps. We both fucked up. The difference is, mine was out of anxiety and denial whereas his was out of rage and disappointment.

I was sitting alone on the stairway to the church. I was drenching in sweat but the cold February breeze started to dry away my body, which made me shiver even harder. I could’ve been running on a fever, I didn’t know. My whole body was aching. My legs were starting to get sore. But it was nothing compared to the pain I was feeling from heaving while sobbing on my arms. I tucked myself as close as possible. My arms were wrapped around my knees.

Maybe an hour had passed, but there was no sign of Nick. My tears had dried at this point. My body was numb so was my mind. If I wanted to I could sit there for hours because feeling pity on myself was an art that I had an expertise on.

But I decided to look for him and maybe talk it out if I had a chance. We both deserved apologies from each other. I walked around the famed dance area. The crowd was thinning out, It was almost midnight after all. I thought I looked for everywhere for him in and around the festival. Then I saw a small alley way beside the liquor store that was off church grounds.

Nick’s jacket was lying on the ground near the entrance. My mind was spewing the worst possible scenarios so I ran towards it and my heart dropped to my stomach.

Nick was making out with another guy. Both of them were clearly intoxicated. Nick was pinned against the wall and the guy was vigorously forcing him upon him. Nick was out of it and didn’t notice me. He kept staring at a distance like a china doll and let the man have his way.

“What happened now? Shy? You didn’t seem so with your pretty little boyfriend out in the public.” The other guy smirked and bit Nick’s neck. The guy was bigger and seemed stronger than Nick and I combined. The guy was struggling to open his belt when suddenly Nick spat on him. This enraged the guy and he slapped Nick right on his face. The slap echoed in the empty corridor.

That is when my shock wore off and I sprinted towards them. I knew I could die like this. I should’ve called the police or do anything else but try to fight that hulk of a man. But the gut had its own mind. I yelled at the man and yanked at his hair. He screamed and let go off Nick. It was my chance to get away. But the guy held me by my shoulder and wrapped his hands around my neck to choke me. “How dare you?” he growled.

But Nick wasted no time to bite the man’s hand which released me from his grip. When he was about to attack us again, Nick kicked him in his balls.

Ouch.

The man collapsed. I was still high on adrenaline so I was stupidly staring at the entire situation when Nick grabbed my hand once again. And we ran away; on my way I picked up Nick’s jacket too.

We ran towards the church back door and hid behind a counter. Both of us were out breath.

And when we were able to breathe again, we seemed to forget how to speak. We were silent for what it felt was like for ages. The silence was uncomfortable. I decided to look towards my right. Nick was still breathing heavily. His eyes were bloodshot and tears had dried at corner of his eye. His chest was rapidly moving in demand for more air and his hands were trembling. I felt a tug at my chest. As if it would burst immediately.

He suddenly turned towards me; his right was completely covered by his hair. Those brilliant blue eyes turned grey in the dark church room. He asked me without skipping a beat, “Why are you crying?”

It was then when I noticed I had been crying the entire time. My tears were flowing nonstop.

I hugged him.

I don’t know why? Perhaps I got brave again. I hugged Nick. He was caught off-guard. We were sitting beside each other on the concrete floor of the church. The counter table was on top of us. He was shaking and was in shock and I hugged him. I wrapped my arms around his back and his knees that he had crouched in closer when he first sat. And I placed my head on his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry.” I sobbed like a baby. “I am so fucking sorry for everything that happened.”

I know my apology was nothing if compared to what he went through. Now he smelled like alcohol and cigarettes only. He gave me no reaction. I wanted him to cry, to let me know how he was feeling. This emotion less façade was hurting him more than anything.

Please cry. Let me help you. I was constantly reiterating it in my head. Hoping that somehow or in some way, he’d get my message.

But he didn’t.

And I kept hugging him.

I was crying on his shoulder like a little child. I felt like a failure.

A minute or two passed by and he rested his head on my hair with a sigh, as if whatever happened was nothing but a minor inconvenience. As if he was just tired.

I wanted to shake him out of this trance but I was frozen myself.

After sometime, we were quiet and out of words. Sitting there, trying to compose ourselves.

“I wish you hadn’t tried to be a hero to save me.” He whispered.

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A/N: heavy stuff I know. Hopefully things get better. Please let me know about your thoughts. I am a new writer and any kind of support is appreciated and will mean a lot to me. Thank you. Hope you enjoyed it. <3

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url0calp1g30n · 5 months ago

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Foundation ocs in a nutshell <3

Commander Dusk: A unique individual with moth-like attributes whose only goal was to open a cafe and to live her life normally, only to have her dreams be crushed by the foundation and her mother’s being.

Agent Silver: An exiled prince of a fish-reptile underwater species nicknamed the ‘Ceruleans’, who masquerades as a human not for his safety but to escape his past.

Dr 'Clover': An extremely lucky and talented woman who through her lost childhood struggles to balance kindness and her own needs, resulting in a selfish and sadistic persona that isn't entirely herself.

Dr Callisto: An ex-MTF and coder who despite his somewhat childlike and naive attitude is far smarter than he ever lets on, often resulting in him drowning in his own thoughts and leaving him haunted by his past.

*explodes cutely*

#ocs #my sillies #oc lore #wow #scp #scp foundation #scp lore

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fazbear-enterprises · 1 year ago

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Hey um... From one nightguard to another how do you deal with the animatronics in your restaurant? Cause I work at a different restaurant that also has animatronics and I am totally not getting death glared at by one of the 8 members of the crew who also is the most aggressive and totally not trying to break my window with his beak while also saying terrifying things... I don't work at Freddy's but the place is similar to it and... Oh would you look at that he cracked the window... huh I guess Raven beaks are stronger than they look. Any tips though to scare him off. I really don't want to deal with this. - The nightguard of The Lucky Clover Carnival Cafe. (P.S. If you know how to repair animatronics some tips on that would be nice as well.)

flashlight mask and being a badass. also does your pay more bc if so im stealing your job.

-mike schmidt

#fazbear enterprise #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf x reader #roleplay #fnaf nightguards #asks #mike schmidt

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celestelunisea16 · 11 months ago

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Headcanon i have for cowboyking:

They cook pretty decently together in the kitchen. But if they see *one* new weird ingredient-

(Also. They work well because they are somewhat matching autism. Just different interests)

Alright, Anon, this is gonna be a fun one to cook up.

*Cue drum sound*

So my thoughts on how cooking goes with these two alone is this.

- Starlo is like... AT least an average level of cooking. At least, by himself, he's average with cooking. I mean, don't get me wrong, he can cook somethings! It's just that sometimes, he can get a little distracted- (He accidentally let the noodles get stuck to the pot somehow while also trying to watch some hamburger meat. The noodles were so stuck that they had to get an ice pick to get the corn out.)

- Lucifer is the better one of the two with cooking because he seems to be the one who looks more like he can cook up some nice dishes.

So if they have ingredients that they've used before, AND they work together to cook? You definitely know they can possibly cook up a delightful (maybe even 5 star if they're lucky) meal for two people (three if it's their shared custody week(s) for Clover if they're alive).

However, if you add that ONE item that they never used before?

...

"..."

"So Luci, do ya know how this thing is used?"

"Yes, uh... It's used to, uh... uhm..."

"... you don't know either, do you?"

"... no."

Yeah, I'm seeing these guys be like how wires are when they're all tangled up and pulled into wrong places-

Literally, it either gets to the point where they either try putting it into a combination of different foods or they get too caught up in trying to figure out that the kitchen becomes a straight-up MESS.

I'm betting you whenever Clover stays with Lucifer and Starlo for their custody days, they'll just hear their dads panicking in the kitchen over a single ingredient and walk in to see Lucifer and Starlo just... that kitchen is HORRIBLE-

"Uh... Demon Dad, Star dad? What happened in here?"

"... Uh, nothing, kiddo, me and Starlo were just deciding on if we should get take out instead-"

"Yeah, I think Luci said that he'd let me go get some Sliders from the Saloon in our world, didn'tcha Luci?"

"Hey, I thought you said I could get us something from the Gluttony Ring!"

"When did I ever say that-!?"

"Just earlier!"

Both of these guys end up trying to get out of cleaning the kitchen, but afterwards I'm pretty sure Clover would basically be the child who knows that both of their parents are trying to avoid cleaning the kitchen, and takes charge themselves of going to get some Sliders from the Saloon and Floral Cupcakes from Oasis Valley's Cafe in their world, (While, of course, getting themselves some Gunpowder from Blackjack with the Gold they have left over while they're out) leaving Lucifer and Starlo to clean up the mess they made in the kitchen.

After that incident, they're going to try to practice learning what that ingredient is and what it can be used for, just in case another recipe calls for it-

#undertale yellow #undertale yellow starlo #starlo #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer #hazbin lucifer #cowboykingshipping #starlo x lucifer #undertale yellow clover #like these guys would panic over not knowing how to use a new ingredient and its just chaos #Clover is just thinking “are they actually having issues with a pear?”#like fr this kid is just like ._.“#watch the ingredient be like an Avacado or something #or it could be something like Frog Legs or something like that-#or maybe even something like Snails or Butterscotch or Cinnamon?#idk but hey leave it up to your imaginations on what they had issues on cooking/making food with.

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pulsdmedia · 1 month ago

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The Week Ahead 3/10-3/16

Gear up, because St. Patrick's Day weekend starts Friday! And if that doesn't get you amped for some epic times ahead, then this week's lineup of happenings will do the trick. There's incredible music performances, rooftop shenanigans, comedy, and free sips - so read on, and get out there...

$29 Tickets To A 2 Hour St. Patrick's Day Open Bar Party

Get ready to bask in all the 4-leaf clover feels at SPiN's St. Paddy's Day bash this Saturday in Flatiron! Strike it lucky while you mingle over ping pong, and as DJ’s beats make you want to boogie. Kick off your evening with an open bar that’ll have you feeling as confident as a leprechaun on a lucky streak, and order eats for purchase like St Patty’s Day Sliders with a house blend patty, Irish bacon, smoked balsamic onion, and Guinness Irish cheddar cheese sauce. Let's make this St. Paddy’s Day one for the ages...

Soprano Karen Slack Performs Live With Pianist Kevin Miller

One of today’s most acclaimed and in-demand sopranos, Sphinx Medal of Excellence winner Karen Slack joins with the New York premiere of her compelling multimedia work African Queens. Hailed for the rich beauty of her voice, her charismatic performances, and her passionate activism, Slack has captivated audiences in the Metropolitan Opera’s world premiere of Terence Blanchard’s Fire Shut Up in My Bones, Tyler Perry’s film For Colored Girls, and much more.

$59 Rooftop Moroccan Nights Immersive Experience For Two

Bite into Angus Beef Kefta Kebabs, Tandoori Spiced Chicken Skewers, Sundried Tomato Hummus With Pita, and Couscous Salad, and more tasty dishes as belly dancers transfix & singers serenade at Elsie Rooftop's Moroccan Nights Immersive Experience. For up to 2 or 4 people, you could savor it all in the sky, as well as Spiked Teapots filled with tea-infused cocktails - think Jasmine Petal Tea Cocktail, Tamayokucha Green Tea Cocktail, and more infused with a premium tipple! Delish & unforgettable...

100 Sketches Per Hour

The 100 Sketches Per Hour Players are delighted to attempt this feat of comedic endurance as they perform 100 sketches in under 1 hour. Will they succeed? Will they fail? One thing’s for sure, they’re leaving everything out on that stage.

$35 Wine & Cheese Experience For Two w A Bottle Of Wine, Tribeca

From the moment you enter Cafe Atelier, you'll understand why this Tribeca treasure is a favorite amongst locals. The ultimate chic endeavor, the Wine & Cheese Experience sets you up for a palatable playground of cheeses, cured meats, and exceptional wine, which all merge to create a symphony of flavors that heighten each other with every bite and sip - we're talking Prosciutto, Salami, Cheeses, Green Olives and more! Sit back, relax, and let every morsel take you on a journey to a gourmet paradise...

Free Suncliffe Gin Tasting

Astor Wines & Spirits is filling your Friday with a load of fun, including plenty of pours of gins from Suncliffe! Stop by their store to snag a taste of the magnificent Suncliffe Gin.

#pulsd #nyc #newyork #newyorkcity #getpulsd #nyclife #foodie #new york city

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mariacallous · 10 months ago

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Brooklyn-based Jewish chef Jeremy Salamon cites three major influences in his life and in the kitchen: his mother, Robin; his maternal grandmother, Arlene; and his paternal grandmother, Agi.

While all three women were excellent chefs, only one is the namesake of his Hungarian-Jewish Crown Heights restaurant, Agi’s Counter.

Arlene was the grandma who showed Salamon how to truss and roast a chicken; mom Robin loved to gather loved ones and host elaborate Rosh Hashanah and Thanksgiving dinners. But it was Grandma Agi — a Hungarian Holocaust survivor who never spoke much about her past — who shared her love and her heritage through comfort foods like palacsinta, crepe-like pancakes that she stuffed with sugar and nuts.

Growing up, Salamon said that whenever he approached Agi to talk about the family or her past, “Her answer would be, ‘I’ll get the babka and coffee,’” Salamon recalled. “We’d eat our feelings.”

Salamon held onto these memories of Agi’s comfort food as he entered the stressful culinary industry and honored her memory when he opened Agi’s Counter in late 2021.

And while he always viewed her Hungarian Jewish cooking as a source of comfort — and inspiration — the chef admits that he worried how his concept would be received.

“Most people, when they hear Hungarian, if they have any idea the first thing that comes to mind is probably paprika or goulash — maybe chicken paprikás,” he told the New York Jewish Week. “The concept is so limited.”

As it turns out, his concerns were unwarranted. During its less than three years in existence, Agi’s Counter has emerged as an essential Brooklyn dining destination. In 2023, the restaurant garnered a Michelin “Bib Gourmand” award, as well as a spot on Bon Appetit’s Best Restaurants of 2022 list, where, they said, you’ll “feel like you’re being cared for by your very culinarily talented Jewish grandmother.”

Last summer, the New York Jewish Week also put Agi’s schmaltz potatoes, which are prepared confit-style in chicken fat, on our 25 Jewish Dishes to Eat in NYC list, and most recently, Salamon was a finalist for the James Beard Award for Best Chef in New York State (which ultimately went to Charlie Mitchell of Brooklyn Heights’ Clover Room).

“It’s wild, pretty crazy,” Salamon, 30, said of the accolades, talking with the New York Jewish Week on a rainy Monday afternoon between lunch and dinner service. “It is a complete shock in a really great way. Any attention really helps the restaurant and drives business and so we were thrilled to learn that.”

The success of Agi’s Counter is particularly notable given that New York has historically had very little appetite for Hungarian food, said András Koerner, a historian of Hungarian Jewish food and the author of “Jewish Cuisine in Hungary: A Cultural History.” Koerner, who has lived in New York since the late 1960s, noted the city’s most famous restaurant serving Hungarian dishes, Cafe des Artistes, owned by Holocaust survivor George Lang, closed in 2009.

It is a “function of economics,” Koerner said. In the past, people were not willing to pay high prices to eat ethnic food that wasn’t Italian or French, he said.

“I feel like the dining scene in New York has drastically changed in the last eight or nine years,” Salamon said. “Obviously COVID reshaped everything. But there’s a different approach to dining these days, more of an open mentality — if I was doing this eight or nine years ago, it wouldn’t have resonated as much.”

Salamon grew up in Boca Raton, Florida, where he celebrated Jewish holidays like Rosh Hashanah and Hanukkah by gathering around the dining table with his family. “Food was always at the center of everything,” he said. “Growing up, I was lucky to have very big celebrations and holidays — eating and food and celebrating a holiday just felt like a really big deal.”

Salamon, who wanted to be a chef from the time he was 9, came to New York at age 18 to attend the Culinary Institute of America. A few years after graduating, Salamon became the head chef at The Eddy in the East Village and its sister restaurant Wallflower.Around this time Salamon picked up a copy of George Lang’s “The Cuisine of Hungary,” and connected with the recipes, remembering some from his childhood.

While working at The Eddy, Salamon said that he’d occasionally slip a Hungarian recipe onto the menu. Reactions were mixed, he said, but he believed in his vision — namely, to create a restaurant that was simultaneously homáge to his heritage and a way to provide his own take on Hungarian classics, reimagined for a 21st-century Brooklyn-based palate. In 2020 and 2021, he raised $65,000 to open Agi’s Counter through a grassroots Kickstarter campaign.

On the menu at Agi’s — a charming all-day cafe with a coffee-slash-wine bar and bakery case — there are plenty of dishes with paprika, as well as nokedli (a type of dumpling), borscht and an extensive list of Hungarian wines. But there are also offerings that Salamon has reinterpreted, like his pogacsa, a cheese biscuit that he serves with an egg and bacon, and his rotating versions of palacsinta, the crepe-like pancake, which he is currently serving with strawberry jam and caramelized chamomile honey.

Salamon readily admits that his food is not necessarily traditional. “Since we opened, there have definitely been many people that have come in here expecting it to be something from their fantasy, or thinking they’re going relive their childhood here, and they don’t — it’s not the experience they had hoped for,” Salamon said. “We’ve also had younger folks who are more open to it and say, ‘I get that it’s not authentic, it’s not traditional, but, at the core, I see what’s happening here.’”

Both responses, Salamon said, mean a lot to him — it shows that people in New York care about Hungarian food, and want to at least try his restaurant.

“People have different ideas of what constitutes Hungarian food and what constitutes Jewish food, but [Agi’s Counter] is certainly not, in a scholarly sense, traditional Hungarian food or traditional Jewish food,” said Koerner, who had not been to Agi’s but was familiar with the menu. “I don’t mean it as a criticism. It sounds very good and looks very appealing.”

Many of the dishes available at Agi’s Counter will be spotlighted in Salamon’s forthcoming cookbook, “Second Generation: Hungarian Jewish Classics Reimagined for the Modern Table,” which will be released in September from HarperCollins. In the cookbook, just like at his restaurant, Salamon takes inspiration from ancestral recipes and updates them as he sees fit.

“‘Second Generation’ is not my grandmothers’ cookbook, but it is my way of sharing a bit of their magic with you,” he writes in the introduction of the book, which he started working on before Agi’s opened. “Hungarian food is extraordinary, unique and full of old wisdom. I’m reimagining those traditions with an eye toward seasonality, market-driven ingredients, and a touch of millennial flair … because I want to help bring Hungarian cooking out of the shadows and into the twenty-first century.”

This summer, as Salamon focuses on launching the cookbook, he’s excited to bring seasonal menu items to Agi’s like stuffed squash blossoms, chilled borscht and sorrel soup, and to continue to develop it as a neighborhood comfort food and upscale dining restaurant all in one.

“In some ways, it just feels like the little restaurant that could,” Salamon said. “I’m very, very proud of everybody here.”

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ingridaway · 2 years ago

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reflection on a weekend in tokyo

the train ride to from kyoto to tokyo was the lowest point in my trip. it’s hard to explain but once we got on the train someone had taken our luggage spot and that just set off a chain of unfortunate events, i ended up going for a stress relieving smoke in the smoking room where i openly cried in front of two old japanese men. the trip had finally gotten the better of me and i called my parents to hear some friendly voices. crying the whole way to tokyo and missing mt fuji as it was under a cloud was definitely the lowest point of my whole trip haha. once we made it to our hotel still with more hiccups along the way that i don’t even want to recall, i ordered two meals on uber eats and promptly devoured them like an animal in my hotel room before passing out. i told my friends who were staying in the same hotel that i needed alone time and probably wouldn’t see them all weekend, this was to ensure that i had time to relax and return to my usual happy go lucky self.

the next morning i went to the omotesando/shibuya area and explored the many cafes and galleries. it was so lovely, i was starting to feel a lot more comfortable in tokyo. i visited anicoremix gallery to see an exhibition by tsunotsuno. he’s an artist that i’ve been following for a long time now and this was his first ever exhibition. it was really inspiring to see an artist i’ve watched evolve, finally exhibit. he was in the gallery when i visited and i desperately wanted to talk to him and tell him how proud i was but i was too shy. i really regret not speaking to him. later i visited laforet mall in harajuku which houses lots of small designers and artist’s creations. i bought lots of stickers and postcards and took lots of photos. i found the whole mall to be a wealth of inspiration. i finished that day with a visit to span gallery, near tokyo station. they were showing a suehiro maruo exhibition, which i was not super interested in however i felt i needed to see it as i was in japan and he is a very iconic manga artist. his work is often disturbing, grotesque and violent which i honestly enjoy. once inside the gallery i gained a whole new appreciation for his work. i’m a sucker for anything monochrome to seeing his original black and white manga panels was truly amazing. of course when i was done i raided the gift shop and bought myself prints of said panels. while i was leaving the gallery, which was tiny by the way, i found a book case full of artist books and merch. i went a little crazy and ended up spending a lot... i got books and merch from junji ito, katsuya terada, shintaro kago and yamamoto takato as well as an artist book from a doll artist who goes by ayumi, i was not familiar with her work until i bought her book and now i’m a big fan.

the next day i explored koenji which reminded me of Melbourne's eastern suburbs in appearance. while there i bought a sterling silver ring with a four leafed clover on it that i’ve been wearing everyday since i got back to Melbourne, praying it brings me some much needed luck. in the evening i had a hair appointment which was lovely, i left the salon with a cleaned up version of my old hair and a whole lot of self confidence, that night i ended up getting dinner with my friends as i finally felt as though i was back to emotional normalcy.

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lvckyclover · 8 years ago

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Clover: Southside (III)

Andy’s closing again. He’s starting to think Marcus has something against him because this is the fourth time in so many days.

He’s having a hard time focusing, knowing that Bee’s out doing something dangerous. He doesn’t have her number and she doesn’t have his but that doesn’t stop him from checking his phone every few minutes. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for. A news story? Flashing lights?

“You okay?” Joe asks. He’s mopping in the front, working towards the back. Andy finishes counting their earnings for the day and checks it against the register. Right on the money.

“Yeah,” Andy says. “Just…I don’t know. Tired, I guess.”

“You want to grab a beer after this?” Joe asks. “Nathan and I were gonna get a bite to eat around the corner, maybe have a few. You’re welcome to join us.”

Andy pulls a tight smile—his work smile, he knows. He wonders if Joe can tell the difference.

“Thanks for the offer,” Andy says, “but I’ve gotta get home. You know.”

Joe nods and continues to swab the floor. The back and forth of the mop against the floor, the soap and the suds and the water, fills Andy’s ears.

He hopes—prays—that Bee’s okay.

The walk home isn’t too long, and it’s still mostly daylight. Traffic’s pretty bad, and Andy’s glad he’s not saddled with a car.

A girl on a red bicycle sails past, nearly clipping him. Her hair’s loose, and Andy thinks for just a moment that she’s pretty. She’s gone before he can think any more about it.

Andy likes to watch people on his walks to and from work. He’d do it when heading to the store, too, but he rides his own bicycle then because it’s farther away than the café, and it’s too hard watching traffic and people at the same time. As a pedestrian, though, he’s got more time. He can make up stories for the people he passes, the people he sees every day. There’s the guy that has the kebab stand set up on the corner two blocks down; invariably, he’s hawking his wares around this time. There’s the homeless individual who Andy always gives some of his tip money to if he spots them. There’s the woman who runs the walk-in clinic who likes to have an evening smoke. Sometimes, she has odd jobs for Andy to do; more often, she just stares past him at something invisible, eyes unblinking.

Andy pulls his jacket tight around his middle and quickens his pace. It’s getting chilly now. He reaches for his keys as he climbs the stairs to his building and quickly enters.

Four flights of stairs down the hall and around the corner, and Andy’s safely back in his apartment. It smells like lemon and chlorine. He almost doesn’t want to open the windows to get a breeze.

He discards his uniform shortly thereafter. His apron with his name tag stays at work, but the rest of the uniform—white starched shirt, green bowtie, black slacks—he has to maintain. He glances at his closet as he slips on something more comfortable. He doesn’t have any other white shirts pressed; he’ll need to do laundry.

Andy gathers together his dirty clothes and the laundry detergent. No time like the present, he supposes.

There are four Humans—two unconscious, two conscious; three Male, one Female. None are in the databanks.

File - Save - Identity - Face

Name?

Designation: ??

Two question marks. One for name and one for surname. Middle name? Unimportant at the present moment.

“Shit,” Female says. Her pupils shrink—fear response? Shock, that is the term.

“That’s…” Male says. Female takes his hand to assist in pulling him off of the ground. Male stands poorly—lack of balance.

“Are you all right?” Male asks. “You…”

Definition - “all right”; coupled-search: “systems check”;

“Yes,” Someone says. Someone—identity unknown—neither Male nor Female—

“Hey, stay with us,” Male says. He reaches forward, towards…

A groan—neither Male nor Female. Location = proximal, sensors indicate a distance approaching 0.0001 meters away…

“Hey,” Male says again. Sensory input overload—sensory input—

A scream. Not Human.

Robot.

There are six washers and dryers down in the basement, all in relatively pristine condition. Andy’s only ever seen one other person down there, the kindly old lady who cleans the halls and stairwells. She introduced herself once, but Andy missed her name. He does remember that she has a cat, though, a fat ginger thing that would rather befriend mice than eat them.

Andy heads to the fourth washer down from the end and tosses in his clothes. Detergent goes in next, and he sets the cycle. Cold water wash, gentle. He’s getting paid, sure, but if the washing machine ruins his clothes, he’s going to be SOL for the foreseeable future.

He’s halfway up the stairs when he hears the voices.

“Scrawny guy, works at the Lucky Clover,” a man’s saying. Andy freezes on the stairwell. “You seen him around here?”

“Why?” a woman’s voice shoots back. The maintenance woman with the cat.

“We just want to talk,” the man says.

“We’re friends of his,” a second man chimes in. “Just wanted to see how he was doing.”

“If he’s your friend, you can call him,” the maintenance woman says. “I’ve got work to do.”

“Hey,” the second man says, voice sharp sharply. Andy doesn’t hear anything for a moment.

“Thank you for your time,” the first man says. “We’ll be seeing you.”

“You come back here and I’m calling the police,” the maintenance woman shouts. Her voice is hoarse, and Andy feels himself shaking. “You get out!”

As soon as he’s sure he can’t hear either of the two men anymore, Andy’s bolting up the stairs. His body’s screaming for him to wait, wait, wait, but he can’t. His pulse is in his ears beating out of tune with the low, fading thrum of the washer, and then he’s got a hand on the door knob to the lobby.

The maintenance woman is leaning against the wall, crying. Her neck is red and she’s shaking.

“Hey there, Andy,” she says, voice hoarse and broken.

Bee’s got a safe house not too far from Southside, though lugging the crate with the robot still in it’s playing hell on Dragon’s limbs. He didn’t come prepared for this sort of heavy lifting, but he wasn’t about to leave the robot behind. He can’t imagine the kind of people who’d put a person, even a mechanical one, into a box and—what? Transport…them? The robot seemed sensitive, possibly recently reformatted.

The thought has Dragon’s blood boiling.

Bee walks ahead of him, hands shoved into her pockets, head down. She hasn’t said a single word since they lost sight of the docks and it’s starting to piss him off.

“Hey,” he calls to her, “where the hell are we going?”

Bee doesn’t answer. Dragon curses.

“For fuck’s sake,” he says, “at least say something.”

Bee doesn’t speak. Only the knowledge that there’s a person inside the crate, someone who needs help and needs to be in a safe place in order to get that help, keeps him in check.

“I can’t carry this thing for fucking ever,” Dragon says. “If you don’t tell me where we’re going…” He doesn’t have a threat, not really, but it stops Bee.

She turns, and he watches her clench and unclench her fists. She makes an aborted attempt at a sign, and Dragon wants to scream.

“We’re in the clear,” he says. “Can’t you talk, you know, like a normal person?”

In retrospect, he ought to have seen the slap coming.

Dragon’s cheek stings, but he’s not carrying anything anymore, and he guesses that evens out. Bee’s safe house is an apartment, sparely furnished but still comfortable in a way that puts Dragon on edge. It’s almost as if, he thinks, someone lives here, which is ridiculous. No one lives in a safe house except in cases of emergencies. That’s the point.

Bee still hasn’t spoken. Dragon doesn’t know if it’s willful or something else at this point, but he saw the tears in her eyes on the street and immediately felt like an idiot. He’s not going to press the matter, not now.

“So,” he says, looking at his hands. He’s sitting on a low couch, one that’s a little bit too firm for his tastes and covered in something gross—suede, he thinks. Who uses suede anymore? The crate with the robot is sitting by the door, still and silent.

Two knocks, and Dragon’s looking around, wary. He catches sight of Bee waving slightly. She holds up a white board. Coffee or tea? is written in lopsided blue.

“Coffee,” Dragon says. “Please.”

Bee nods and turns back to her work in the kitchen.

Dragon stands and immediately regrets it. His leg burns, and so does his arm. He glances at Bee. She’s not looking. He could do it, but…no. Better that they don’t know too much about each other.

In the kitchen, Bee has a coffee maker—a nice one, Dragon sees, one of those Nuria Capresso machines. He hasn’t seen one since he was in Rome on a job, and it was the best damn cup of coffee he’d ever had. Beside it is an electric kettle, plain and simple, except—there’s a sticky note attached to it.

Be nice to me! There’s a little heart drawn next to the exclamation point. If Dragon’s not mistaken, there’s a smiley face there, too.

The coffee’s finished before the water in the kettle has come to a boil, and Bee ventures out to where Dragon sits with a cup.

“Thank you,” Dragon says. “I’m sorry.”

Bee tilts her head.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” he says. “I’m sorry.”

Bee shrugs. She’s got that whiteboard in her lap, and she erases what she’s written with her sleeve. She writes, I know someone who can help the bot.

Dragon sits up straight.

“Who?” he asks.

Bee glances at the door, worrying her lip. She sets the whiteboard down and starts moving her hands. It’s jerky and panicked and Dragon puts up his hands.

“It’s okay,” he says. “You can write it. It’s fine.”

He doesn’t actually know if it’s fine—he has no idea what in seven blue hells is going on, actually—but he figures that Bee’s supposed to be his partner until the boss says otherwise, so he might as well roll with it.

Bee picks up the whiteboard and scribbles quickly.

#lucky clover cafe #lvckyclover #my writing #my ocs #robots dragons and bees oh my

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tokyotheglaive · 8 years ago

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Ӝ IS IT CHEATING TO ASK FOR ALL THE LUCKY CLOVER CHARACTERS

It is not cheating ^^ the answers are subject to change, of course, depending on how the story progresses, but at the moment this is the general breakdown. I’ll even throw in a bonus profile ;)

I’ll put this under a cut because it’s rather long but if anyone’s interested in these characters, they’re from my sideblog @lvckyclover where I post original fiction about robots!

SUBJECT: DRAGON

Gender cis male

Sexuality demisexual pan

Romantic demiromantic pan

Dragon takes a long, long time to grow romantically or sexually attracted to any given person. As a result, he’s had precious few past partners of any variety. Most notable is Val, the only one you could say Dragon loved and lusted after. The others were one-night stands, people Dragon picked up (or who picked him up) on a quest to determine if and when he experienced attraction. Since Val, though, Dragon’s avoided any romantic or sexual entanglements. I wonder why...?

SUBJECT: BEE

Gender nonbinary (uses female pronouns but does not self-identify as female if asked)

Sexuality asexual, but very unsure about it all; has a hard time distinguishing sexual attraction from romantic attraction as she’s not sure if she’s experienced either one before.

Romantic panromantic; that being said, Bee is wary of male-presenting individuals until she either gets to know them or reads their files

Bee doesn’t like people on the whole, but she’s on the lookout for a longterm partner. She doesn’t think anyone’s ever going to accept her the way she is--Bee thinks of herself as broken--and she has a hard time so much as imagining herself with anyone, either romantically or sexually. She’s not interested in sex for the sake of it and is in fact afraid of it, and she doesn’t see how anyone would be attracted to her. For Bee, the whole romantic and sexual business people have with each other is mystifying and exclusive of her, something she’s simultaneously proud of and upset about.

SUBJECT: ANDRES GARCIA (AKA ANDY)

Gender cis male

Sexuality pansexual

Romantic panromantic

Andy is, for all intents and purposes, interested in everyone. He’s not going to go out and pick people up at bars or whatnot (unless they call him for a ride home because they’re drunk off their ass) but he’s not averse to sex or to much of anything. It’s not that Andy falls in love easily, exactly, more that he’s always open to the idea of it. He’s formed a lot of friendships this way, something the other parties tend to find awkward and he finds perfectly normal. That being said, Andy’s never had anyone stay the night in his apartment before. It’s a rule of his, ironclad and set in stone.

SUBJECT: TREBLE (CHOSEN NAME UNKNOWN)

Gender genderfluid (Treble will admit readily that they’re not quite sure what gender is to begin with but in terms of presentation it’s all over the map so they prefer genderfluid. Plus, “fluid” is a great word. Fluid.)

Sexuality asexual

Romantic Treble’s unsure on this front but thinks maybe panromantic?

Treble’s not really sure what the difference between romantic and platonic love even is, and so they struggle to identify what, precisely, they feel. (Feelings are still new to Treble. Give them time.) They want to have classifications like this, just like how most Humans have, but it’s very difficult, and there’s no set equality to determine the answer. As such, it’s something that bothers Treble tremendously. They’re probably working on the answer right now as we speak.

SUBJECT: VALERIE COHEN (AKA VAL)

Gender trans female

Sexuality heterosexual

Romantic heteroromantic

There’s only so much any given person can do to change the world, don’t you know? Only so much you can give? Take a moment, think about yourself--your life, your friends, your loved ones. Didn’t anyone tell you, Val? There’s everything to lose and much to fear.

#lvckyclover #lucky clover cafe #dragons and bees and robots oh my #for the meme #pangodillo

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mycupofteamaidcafe-blog · 7 years ago

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Gently floating towards your heart Maid Emi brings good luck wherever she goes 🍀💚 (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧ this cute piece is of Maid Emi done by Maid Sunni 💛☀️💛

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wannabeabogwitch · 2 years ago

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Fem!Vice Dormleaders - Ideal Dates

Warning: A little steamy in some parts. Not sorry at all about that, tbh. Also, I consider Ruggie to be a Vice Housewarden, since he literally acts as one. I had the most trouble deciding what to write for Fem!Ruggie. I hope you all still like it anyway. ;w;

Fem!Dormleaders: https://www.tumblr.com/wannabeabogwitch/713495712756875264/femdormleaders-ideal-dates-headcanons?source=share

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/wannabeabogwitch/713354988973342721/twisted-wonderland-masterlist?source=share

Trinity Clover

Cafe Date!

There's a new Cafe that popped up in town and Trinity wanted to take you to it. She thought it'd be a cute location for a date.

You can't disagree with her on that, it really is a cute place!

Once you both get inside, she takes you to a table, pulling the chair out for you to sit first. You thank her and sit down, her on the other side.

You both decide to share the orders, since you both want to try all the new pastries here.

Whenever you get anything on the side of your mouth, she'll lean in and lick it off, causing your face to explode red like a strawberry.

She only chuckles at this, calling you cute.

Once the date is over, she takes you back to Ramshackle and you both share a sweet, passionate kiss.

Roxie Bucchi

Pier/Seaside date!

You both eat the food at each stall and split the pay.

You also have a taste of each other's ice cream and there are some indirect kisses here and there.

There's also a doughnut stand and you can bet Roxie bought plenty for you both to share!

"Shishishi~ This was a great idea after all! Hey, y/n, feed me~"

So you proceed to feed her a few doughnuts (I'm British, so this is how we spell it. lol)

She also lets you scratch her cute ears!

After that, you both sit down on a bench at the pier and she lays her head down in your lap.

"I love you, y/n~ You're so good to me..." She says, while you scratch her ears yet again and stroke her hair gently.

You smile down at her, telling her you love her as well."

Jade Leech

Beach date!

It's closest to the sea and you get to see Jade in her swimwear, and she gets to see yours. Let's be real, you're both simps. LOL

She prepared some food and drinks in advance and brought a bag and used ice magic to keep the food chilled.

She offers to rub sunblock on your back and you do the same.

It's a little more sensual than you'd predicted. Damn, Jade, where those hands going? What they dooo? (lol)

After that, you both decide to look for crabs and make a little sand palace for ones that you find, because why not?

Once the sun sets, she takes your hand and kisses it, taking you back to your things.

You both sit under the beach umbrella, towel beneath the two of you. She brings out the food from the bag and you both enjoy the food together.

After that, she places a hand on your cheek, making you face her and she's smirking.

"It'd be a waste not to kiss when there's such beautiful scenery in front of us."

You very much agree with that!

The rest of your date is spent kissing passionately. Jade is also being a tease, touching your thighs and bottom, occasionally pinching the skin.

Jamillah Viper

Kitchen date!

You're her taste tester. (Lucky you! TTwTT)

It's like you're in food heaven. Everything tastes amazing and you tell her as much, causing her to blush slightly.

She lets you assist her and you are cooking side by side, also stealing a few cheek kisses here and there.

Kalima gave her a break, for once, so Jamillah decided to cook a tasty meal for the both.

She's making so much mouth watering food like Manakeesh, Fattoush and Quwarmah Al Dajaj with saffron rice. A flippin' feast!

For dessert, she made Baklava. Omnomnom!

Once the food is all set, you both sit next to each other.

It's quite relaxing and peaceful, just the two of you.

She also makes Qawha for you both to sip on.

After you both finish eating and drinking the coffee, she takes you to the fountain outside and you both look up at the evening sky, arms wrapped around each other.

Rochelle Hunt

Afternoon forest date!

She's a huntress and also a fan of nature and wildlife, so she wants to show you the beauty of it all.

You both watch the animals that reside in the forest. She gives you facts about them, a hand always on yours, stroking it here and there in a loving way.

She carries you quite a lot too, bridal style. It has you blushing like crazy.

Once it starts to get dark, she takes you to a clearing; There, you see a beautiful lake.

She sets you down on the grass and you both sit, looking out at the beautiful view.

She then turns to you and suddenly attacks your heart with some DANK poetry. (Sorry, had to.)

After that, you engage in a passionate snog session. (Yess, lesbian activity! Fem!Rook simps can now rejoice! \m/)

Lillia Vanrouge

Nightly dancing in a meadow.

She met you once upon a dream~

It's the most romantic shit you've ever experienced. Goddamn!

She leads you through the dance, her hands may or may not be wandering here and there, because she's got the rizz and she's a smooth old fae.

"You are the most beautiful human I've ever met, beastie~"

She swoops in for a kiss and you feel like you could faint any moment. You aren't complaining, however.

~Swooooon~

I don't know what else to write.

This is self indulgent, but she teleports you back to Diasomnia, takes you to her room and let's just say... Some magic happens, if ya know what I'm sayin'~ ;) AWOOOGA!!!! (I'm so immature. LOL Also, a fem!Peepaw simp.) Chacha real smooth~

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bring-forth-your-justice · 2 years ago

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Welcome back 😃 If you’re still taking requests, can I please request headcanons for Joker and Akechi reacting to their American S/O telling them about the various holidays America has compared to Japan? I think America has the most holidays compared to any other country 🤔

Mmm how to go about this- Sorry if the editing is bad T_T

Akira

This boy at the beginning of the game lacked literally any knowledge so I doubt he is aware of the various celebrations people celebrate around the world.

He knows for the most part that Japan celebrates Christamas and Halloween like the America’s even if not to their extent.

So when he sees his s/o fledged out in full green, he was really confused.

They were sitting in one of the booths in the cafe waiting for him and once he entered the cafe he walked over the booth and sat down across from them.

“So what's with all the green and clovers?” he asked curiously, with an amused smile on his face.

“Ah- no way Akira do you not know? It’s St. Patricks day!” Yet still after that brief explanation, the boy was still rather confused. “Ah yea, I guess I keep forgetting Japan doesn’t have the same celebrations America does.”

Akira would find your mix up rather endearing. Really he finds everything about you endearing.

As he’s come to learn about you, you tend to celebrate everything and everyone, so coming across you with another party plan or celebration outfit wasn’t a sight uncommon but sometimes it was confusing.

Today, you took your time explaining how St. Patrick day worked and what you were celebrating.

“Yea, while a lot of people don’t celebrate it for its historical reasons, its still a day of celebration and cheer for a lot of people! Heck, some people take it as a day for good luck.” You chuckled and as you did, Akira’s eyes lit up.

He took your hand and asked, “Why dont we go out today? Maybe something lucky will happen. If you want we could try to make some Irish food after.. I’ve never really tried before but It would be interesting.”

Akira is always supportive of you and whatever it is you want to do, within reason of course. It is for this reason, the two of you spent your day buying green things and looking for 4 leafed clovers in the park.

Akechi

While Akechi doesn't have his hands deep into international affairs, he does keep a small notice for your sake.

He’s not exactly the type to celebrate many of Japan’s holidays as is, pretty sure he wouldn’t even celebrate his own birthday if not for your interventions.

Your enthusiasm and outgoing personality is definitely something Akechi had to grow to feel comfortable around, and eventually, it was something he loved.

Since he loves you terribly and has a constant need to be the perfect boyfriend for you, he does his best to keep track of all the holidays you spend.

After all, it just means another thing to celebrate, with you. That's all that really matters to him.

He doesn’t exactly get it, he tries, but he doesn’t always understand. But he doesn’t exactly mind you explaining it to him. Again, he just wishes to cherish every moment with you.

It is sometimes alarming, you showing up in full green, and hands filled with all sorts of green objects is definitely something that surprised him.

He couldn’t even get a word in before you walked into his apartment, setting down the party supplies and getting to work.

He racked his head around trying to remember what day it could be, but he didn't need to since you grabbed his hand, placing a kiss on his cheek and a hat on his head.

“Happy St. Patricks Day Goro!”

And suddenly, he doesn’t really feel the need for an explanation. He’s just happy to see your smile.

#akira kurusu x reader #goro akechi x reader #p5r #xreader #I'm tired lmao #let's go another one down this week 😎

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 3 years ago

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🏅Being The Japan Men's 🏅

🏆National Volleyball Teams Manager🏆

Japan Men's National Volleyball Team x Female Manager

Warnings: Swearing maybe? These are long headcannons so I have no clue 😅

A/N: This is another fabulous anon request! Thank you for further enabling me to live out my life's dreams 🙌🏻

YN do you you carry 4- leaf clovers around in your pocket?

Because you are seriously SO lucky 🌈

Not you out here living out my dreams 💅

Seriously, the fact that you managed to snag this gig is actually incredible

You actually didn't even plan on this happening

That's the only way I can think this opportunity actually came upon you

✨️ Picture This ✨️

You are in line for coffee one day

You notice several insanely tall men being bombarded by what looks like adoring fans

I mean, just looking at them you can see why 😚

However, it's obvious to you that they are busy doing whatever they are doing

So you proceed to try and ignore the crowd of people and get your coffee ☕️

The batista is trying to get the attention of the trees being bombarded

Honestly they are clueless so like good luck Miss barista

You ask what's wrong and she says they forgot their coffees

"Oh I can take care of that for you!"- you say with a smile

Now for this scenario, let's just say you are like 5'5" on a good day

So not uber short but like average

Idk is 5'5" average? I'm 6' so I have no clue 😅

Anyways, you grab the two trays of coffee and shove your way past the crowd

"Excuse me! Pardon me! Coffee coming though!"- you shout

The first to notice you is definitely Sakusa

He's trying to hide in the back to avoid too many people 🙅‍♂️

Honestly I don't blame him, the poor man just wants his coffee

You notice him too and adorably bounce up to him

"Hi! The barista said you guys forgot your coffee! Don't want it to get cold!"

He says nothing, just stares behind his mask 👁-◻️-👁

That's my staring face mask emoji, leave me alone 🤣

Next to notice you is definitely Aran

He's managed to sneak his way up to Sakusa and grab the tray of coffee from you

"Thank you so much Miss-"

"Oh just YN! And you are very welcome. It looks like you guys need your energy for all of this"

Aran just smiles at you sweetly

Now the real fun begins

Atsumu comes up behind you and grabs his coffee

"Thank you sweetheart. Would you like me to sign your cup?"

"Ummm no thanks. I'm actually not sure who you even are"

Aran and Yaku 👉🏻🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Sakusa 👉🏻🙄😏

Atsumu 👉🏻🥲

You stand awkwardly for a few moments

Like seriously how do you even follow that up 🤣

"Well enjoy your day guys! It was nice meeting you!" -you say while waving and bounding out of the café

You get to the next building down before you realize you completely forgot your own coffee ☕️

🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ honestly YN

It's ok, you were being an absolute angel so all is forgiven

You turn on your heels to head back to the the cafe only to be met with the broad chest of a giant man

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!"- you squeal, falling back

The man grabs you and hands you your coffee

"No need to apologize YM. I just wanted to return the favor and thank you again for bringing our coffee to us!"

The tall man smiles at you and introduces himself as Aran

Of course you swoon ☺️

You tell him it's no problem and that they looked like they need assistance

"Actually YN, umm I know this is a bit forward but we could actually use more help..."

"Sure Aran! What can I do for you?"

Aran explains the teams need for a manager to help them with practice and keeping their lives together

Aran is totally not spontaneous so the fact that he asked you is fate

Your eyes sparkle 🤩

"Aran, I'd love to help you!"

I mean honestly YN, when opportunities like this come along 👏🏻 WE 👏🏻 TAKE 👏🏻 THEM 👏🏻

Just as soon as you shake Aran's hand, a giant black and grey haired man comes bounding out the doors

He stops ✋️ and stares 😳

"Bokuto this is YN. She's going to be our new manager"- Aran

You 👉🏻 😃🤗

Careful YN 👀

Don't poke the beast

Bokuto actually screams with excitement and runs to you

Brace yourself YN 🚆

"Hold on there crazy"- Sakusa says grabbing the mans by the collar

Sakusa, Yaku, Atsumu, Hinata and Kageyama all flock around you

Like what a group to see in public am I right 🤣

You just stare 😳

"Guys this is YN. Our new team manager!"

🎶 when they look at me, and I look at them and they look at me and I look at THEM 🎶

Tik tok reference circa like 2020

"Oh my GOD"- Hinata, quote of the year

"Hi guys 👋🏻 🤸‍♀️"

Aran just smiles as the guys fawn over you

Mans knows he did good

Ok phew 😅 now that we got your meeting sorted

I have zero chill

Let's get to the good stuff

Team practice 🙌🏻

YN you are a natural

You must be a Virgo or something because your management skills are unbelievable

Everyone on the team comes to depend on you

So let's go down the list of the team and how the interact with you

First off, Aran and Ushiwaka are so respectful and helpful

Ushi totally chills out as he gets older

He helps you learn the volleyball aspect of your job

He's a great teacher because he's straight to the point and answers all the questions

Aran is also helpful with logistics

Plus he's become your best friends

Please Aran would be the bestest best friend 😃

Komori and Hyakuzawa are super sweet to you

They will help you tear down and set up

Please they are pros at filling up water bottles and helping with nets

Plus your ball retrieval job is reduced with Komori's receives and Hyakuzawa's blocks

Iwaizumi, the teams athletic trainer and resident hotty, is so thankful you merely exist

Like please he has to deal with the children and how ridiculous they are at training

He appreciates how stern you are about the guys following their training

He also just like being near you 😍

Unfortunately, that's about the extent of actual "help" you get 😅

The rest of the team... oh boy

How to even describe them?

Chaotic? Messy? Childish? Ridiculous?

All of the above ✔️

First off, Atsumu will be salty about how you treated him at the café for weeks

Mans holds a wicked grudge

But all you have to do is simply ✨️ ignore✨️ him

Trust me 😉

Mans will see you praising everyone but him and cave in .02 seconds

"Hey YN did you like my set?" Atsumu says practically begging for praise

Hugs are a big thing for this team

Your hugs equal life 🤗

Except for Sakusa

Sakusa values his personal space which you kindly respect

He prefers high fives, fist bumps or simple verbal praise

Seriously YN the verbal praise goes a long way

Sakusa was probably be skeptical of you

It wasn't until he saw that you used laundry sanitizer when you washed their jerseys that he finally began to trust you

Covid is still rampant people so we take precautions 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

His respect for you only grew when he saw how you handled Bokuto and Hinata

Arguably the two most adorable but disorderly players

They arrive and leave with energy levels at 100

They both adore you and love your praise

The team relies on you two control them

Like during individual practice, they could go for hours

So to combat this, you set timers and give them rewards for a good practice

It's essentially a sticker chart 🤣

When working with children, we use child like tactics 👏🏻

Hakuba and Yaku will tease you like nobodies business

Yaku loves that someone is shorter than him 😆

He totally rests him arm on you

Give him this YN he deserves it

But also Yaku brings you presents

Treats, coffee you name it

He is always thinking of the teams precious YN 🤩

You're the smallest team member YN

I mean the others are literally trees so like it's not surprising

Hakuba will put things up high and out of your reach just to see you struggle

Until one day you almost fall trying to reach your bag he put on top of a high ledge

You 👉🏻 falling gracefully 🥰

Hakuba 👉🏻🤣😐😵

Aran 👉🏻😳😨

Hinata and Bokuto 👉🏻🤸‍♂️🤸

Kags and Ushi 👉🏻 😐😐

Let's face it Komori is going to catch you 🥰

Aran is going to scold Hakuba

Iwaizumi will probably throw a volleyball at his head 😭

Atsumu tells you to be more careful

Sakusa will smack him on the back of the head 😌

He deserves it 👏🏻

Hoshiumi just stands there 🧍‍♂️

Ok ill be honest, he's probably the most skeptical of you

He gives skeptic vibes

But the key to this man's heart?

Praise and food

Hand him a power bar after a hard practice and his resolve is going to break

Bonus points because you got the brand he adores 🥺

When he hits a wicked spike, you legit scream how awesome it was

That's all you have to do YN

Kags is probably the one who cares the least that the team has a manager now

He sees your worth don't get me wrong but the mans is independent

However, offer to toss for him and he will instantly be Team YN 🙌🏻

Another thing you should probably know YN is that these boys are protective

I mean, some of them had managers in high school

But like this is the big leagues

And gosh you are just so pretty 😍

So adore with your fun little Team Japan t- shirt and black leggings

I like leggings so you are wearing leggings 😃

So when it comes time for the Olympics, they act like a bunch of children

Even Aran and Ushi go full protection mode

Especially when it comes to a certain brown haired setter 👀

See where I'm going with this

Because would it be a set of Tiffany headcannons without an appearance from my fav

The absolute love/hate relationship that I have with this man 😆

Mr. Toru Oikawa 🍾 🥂 🎉

Ahh yes Oikawa is at the Olympics and he's more Oikawa-like that he's ever been 😅

Please Iwaizumi is already fed up and he's not even seen Oikawa yet 🤣

You have no clue who this Oikawa person is but you are intrigued

Who has over half of Team Japans undies all twisted you wonder 👀

Well it's a good thing we have a trip to the bathroom planned YN 🙌🏻

Seriously you have everything set up, the guys are practicing

Now is a perfect time to check yourself and use the facilities

Good thing you have an excellent sense of direction

Just kidding 🤗

You exit the bathroom and are completely lost

Like it's probably one of those bathrooms with two entrances

Why are those even a thing?

Ok back to it 👏🏻

You wander the stadium floors looking for the gym your team was assigned too

A quick check of your watch says you have 15 minutes

You are a smart cookie so you decide its best to text Iwaizumi and tell him your lost

You click send just as you walk into a brick wall

A brick wall with an Argentina jersey on 😶

You fall on your bum because like we have very little stability

Still you are so precious you apologize

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! I'm lost and I wasn't paying attention"

The man, the myth and the legend totally notices your Team Japan manager shirt

🙃🙃🙃

"No no it was definitely my fault! I was just so stunned by your beauty I forgot to step to the side" 😏

Ok Oikawa way to lay it on THICC

Still YN you blush because it's Oikawa

"I'm Toru and you are?"

"YN!"

He helps you up and puts a hand on your waist to guide you through the crowd

"I'll help you find your team"- Oikawa, famous last words

"THE HELL YOU WILL"

Suddenly a volleyball hits Oikawa straight in the back of the head

You get whiplash from turning around so quickly to see your entire team standing there

Iwaizumi is ready with another Volleyball

"Shittykawa let YN go before I break that pretty nose of yours"- Iwaizumi

"Oh Iwa-chan you think my nose is pretty? 😌"

Aran stops Iwa from hurling another ball

Remember when Kindaichi had to hold Iwa back, yeah that's Aran 😅

You just stare 👁👄👁

"You're Oikawa?"

"In the flesh baby"- Oikawa says stupidly

Kags is literally the one to grab you 🤣

He still hates Oikawa

It's like his memories of Oiks all come flooding back 😠

Yaku and Komori check you over

Komori probably holds your hand the whole way back to the gym 😌

Not that we would EVER COMPLAIN

Hinata totally waves at Oikawa 👋🏻

Kags gets super jealous and so does Atsumu 😤

Bokuto has no clue what's even going on

In fact you better check to make sure he's not lost YN

The team leaves, only Ushiwaka and Oikawa remain

"If you wanted our manager, you should have come to Team Japan"- Ushiwaka 😐

Oikawa just gapes at him 😲

Ushi will never pass up the opportunity

Once the team is settled back in the gym, you all join in for a huddle before the match starts

They make you stand in the middle so they don't lose you 🤣

After the huddle, you give all the boys a bug hug and a kiss on the check

Seriously just clear the podium for them guys right now

Gold medals 🏅 are coming for this team

And we have YN to thank for it 😘

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