#meow meow made EDIBLE

[snekberry]

everyone look at this cake i custom ordered for my birthday (which is today)

[tarochimochi]

Losercake, everyday, daily

Day 79

[bleakbittersoul]

Bright out of context

Most of these are sent by me in rp some are sent by some awesome people in the server, and I think only one is from the wiki? Thanks for the help from @reddiamondgamer and @jack-of-amulets for their contributions to this list!

"The fear of spiders is kinda misogynistic."

"I think you'd be much more attractive if you ever got rabies"

"Could you in theory make yourself into jam for me?"

"How is it my fault you can't read minds?"

"Great now I'm thinking about dissections and formaldehyde and now I'm hungry"

"being meguca is suffering…"

"Where is your bathroom? I think I'd like to slam my head against a wall in private"

"This water is chunky"

"I only drink diet water"

"Have you ever gotten mad so you put a fork in someone's microwave and then irish goodbyed?"

"Water on toast"

"If you don't marry me I'm going to start collecting more of your DNA to do unethical science with."

"So if I wanted an audio clip of you meowing you'd do that for me?"

"I know what you're referring to. I don't enjoy fake animal ears. Skin an animal. Wear it's ears. Stop being afraid of commitment."

"I want to lick your eyelid."

"I like your eyes. When I first saw you I wanted to ask if I could keep them when you die but that would have been inappropriate and thankfully I don't have to worry about that. But they are lovely and I do want a bigger collection."

Screaming to wake Clef up and then trying to play it off as if he had a nightmare.

"Scientists don't get bullied enough anymore " after implying some people were baby talking an anomaly.

"I want to peel your face off and eat it it's so cute."

" I once possessed this really attractive girl and then got a job at a Walmart and started relentlessly flirting with you every time you went to Walmart to see if you would cheat on me but you never did"

"I wouldn't mind sucking on your wet hair."

"What if we kissed in the 1996 Teletubbies set "

"I want to scratch your head with my teeth."

"I like waltzes. I also like music that makes me feel like poisoning myself and or others as of right now."

"IT'S NOT A THROW PILLOW UNTIL SOMEONE GETS KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT WITH IT!"

"I'm going to lick your bones."

"I want your warm skin."

"I'll remove part of your intestine and eat it while you watch."

"I WANT TO CHEW ON YOUR FACE!"

"YURRR"

"Uhhuhuhuhuhuh" (like an angry shaken pug fly thing)

"Eyes, aren't right. They need to be improved."

"I don't have the energy to cry hysterically or resurrect you if you die. I'd still do it but it would be significantly less dramatic than it should be."

Heard their partner say "My chest is open for you to lay on" but only heard "My chest is open for you" and immediately assumed he meant for dissection. And when corrected Bright said "You're drawing a line on our love?"

"I like eyes. I have some."

"I don't mean that your eyes are pretty in a collectable kind of way they look good alive and on you…"

“…Don’t you just violently HATE having body parts?”

"My life fucking sucks because they… dont let me play with grenade launcher "

"GOD, FUCKING. BITCH! BECOME A WATERMELON." pause "[INSERT SEVERAL MORE EXPLETIVES]"

"I have two of your teeth. One bloody, one…normal"

“…We should kill MORE children!”

"I WANT THE GRAVESTONE! DO YOU WANT MY TOE TAG?"

[Dr. Bright shows signs of agitation, swearing in several different languages, and throwing equipment about the room.]

"If you ever leave me I'm robbing your fucking grave. And I don't mean that in a normal way. I would be after your organs."

"Oh skin"

"Okay to be fair I've seen screaming trees"

"WHY DO YOU HATE MY HAMSTER!?? WHY DO YOU HATE IT'S EYES??? IT HAS NORMAL EYES!!!"

“Can someone get me a shovel? I just murdered the gender binary and I need it to hide the body.”

"Human life or not I'd eat it."

"You'd make a cute poison victim"

"If I made you hot chocolate, I would make it with love and I wouldn't poison it at all"

"I fucking love carcasses. That's why I love meat, it's like edible taxidermy"

"Would you still love me if whenever someone got hurt in a breach or someone got hurt or people get into a fight I would say and that's how it feels to chew five gum and then look away as if I'm looking at a Camara like a character in the office."

"One heart? ONE HEART?! WHAT AM I YOUR GRANDMOTHER? SOME EASILY APPEASED SIDE PIECE???"

"I want to touch you with my bones."

"Okay, well when you feel better I'll go lick a bathroom doorknob so you can repay the favor."

"Would you still love me if I didn't believe in toothbrushes?"

"You've never had your house set on fire before and it shows…"

"Are you often covered in blood. I've been covered in blood a few times. Interesting feeling isn't it? Almost primal."

"Cute color pattern. Was the theme bio hazard?"

"I'm being haunted by myself right now"

“sorry for going through the entire spectrum of human emotions in the past 10 minutes…. do you still like me? ”

"It's yellow and I wanted to think of something other than piss when I look at it. So egg. Piss egg for the piss baby."

in his most demonic voice "I'M FROM…. NEBRASKA…."

Bright: You know I once made a table set disappear.

Clef:… Did you steal it.

Bright through evil manic laughter: Yes

[migwayne]

Getaway

task force 141 & gender-neutral reader

fluff, shenanigans & disgruntled dad price 🫶 r being a softie, little to no physical descriptors

word count: 1955

please god. pls show up in the tägs i'm reposting this for the 5th time

Rain poured down gradually harsher on a rare uneventful night at the base. The pounding of heavy water droplets could be heard all over, grey clouds slowly blending into the darkening sky as the hours went by. It was time for a smoke break (a break from doing not much else really). The air was significantly cooler as you stepped outside, reaching the point where your breath was visible. As comfortable as you could be, you scooted close to the walls to evade the pouring water and lit a cigarette hanging loosely from your mouth, inhaling slowly. 

Not much else was going on today on the base, obviously, everyone seemingly occupying themselves in their room to their liking. Soap or Kyle occasionally dropping by, exchanging a few words or silly jokes before retreating. Some more company wouldn't hurt on a day like this when you're left to your thoughts for longer periods than you could handle. 

That's why when you noticed a small figure approaching you from your peripherals, you turned in interest hoping for a bit of company again. It was a little calico cat, seemingly around 8-9 weeks old, taking slow steps towards you, the poor thing's fur drenched in water. Only when you made eye contact with the kitten did it start meowing loudly. 

"Ooh, you poor baby are you cold?" The cigarette dropped quickly, and lowering to the kitty's level as much as you could, you took a few steps towards the little cat. With the baby voice you were speaking, you bet your teammates wouldn't even recognize you. It didn't seem too frightened, but then again the poor thing seemed to be barely standing, its little body shaking at the cold temperature. 

"Oh shit, I'll warm you up okay?" It didn't budge as you hastily take your hoodie off, hung over one arm before you finally decide to risk picking the kitten up with the other, gently placing it down your lap, still squatting. The little furball doesn't resist as you wrap the soft black hoodie loosely around it. With the kitty safe and secured, you quietly enter the base once again, hoping no one is lurking about. 

"How the hell did you get here kitty? Where could your mom be...?" You thought out loud while navigating the dimly lit halls, hoping to stop later by the small kitchen area to prepare something edible for the little cat. Your focus was on getting her dry and warm though. Thankfully, you didn't run into anyone on your way back to your room. Procuring the fluffiest (and clean) towel you could, you unwrapped the feline on the bed, before wrapping her right back in the soft fabric, drying the fur in slow and gentle motions, even resulting in soft purrs. 

"You're lookin' much better now, ain't that right?" you spoke as you scratch the animal's soft-furred head gently. 

"You stay right here and I'll get you something to eat, you got that Private?" The cat kept on purring, seemingly safe and sound enough, for now, to be left alone for a few minutes. You hoped no one came looking for you in these later hours now and be welcomed by another whole living breathing being that wasn't you in your room. 

The kitchen area was still barren thankfully, and you deemed it safe to prepare some scrambled eggs, having learned some time ago that milk wasn't actually that great for cats to consume. It didn't take long thankfully, and with the eggs on a small little plate for the kitty, you powerwalked back to the safety of your own space. 

"Hey, ______!" 

Fuck!

Slowly turning around, you could see Kyle just barely step into your room uninvited. Literally any other time you wouldn't have minded, since he was used to you doing the same pretty much every other day. Goddamnit.

Of course, he noticed the hesitation in your movements and was further puzzled by the small portion of scrambled eggs held in your hand because of course he would. 

"What's with the egg?"

"Is that what you came here to ask me?" 

"Uh, no, I just think I left my charger in here, will you let me look?"

"You know where you left it?"

"I dunno man, on the bed? Or the bedside drawer, will you just let me look?" he asked, you could sense a little impatience in his voice as he did. His attention quickly snapped downwards though, as he felt a small tug of something at the leg of his pants. That's exactly when you noticed your little rescue cat was not on the bed anymore. 

The look on Kyle's face told you everything... He was not impressed, to say the least. That's why it was a pleasant surprise to see him gently pick up the kitty. That didn't mean he liked you bringing it in here, you knew that all too well...

"What is this?"

"...Uh, a cat..?" 

"I know it's a damn cat, how and why is it in here?" 

"...I brought 'em in here, duh. Okay Gaz I wasn't gonna let the thing out in the pouring rain, what was I supposed to do?" 

That one got him. He didn't seem to want to continue arguing, so funnily enough he just started babying the kitten in his arms along with you in silence. It was quickly back to purring loudly from the affection.

"Did y'know... calico cats are almost always female?" Kyle shares unexpectedly while bundling back the kitten into the towel, all three of you sitting back on the bed. She seemed to be on the brink of sleep now in the midst of all the pampering. 

"Wha? How'd you know that?" 

"Just a lil' fun fact..." he replied with a smirk. "So seriously, do you actually plan on keeping 'er here? What about when we're sent off to god knows where in a matter of days?" 

He has a point... somberly feeding the kitten bits and pieces of scrambled egg, you come up empty on that front. 

"But Kyleeeeeeee, she's so cute! I'll just... ask around first or something..." you stated as the kitty was scooped in your arms once again.

"I'm going to name her... Kyle MacTavish Riley Price." 

"Pfttt no you won't..." Kyle protested lazily at the name.

"Fine, you will not be part of her name then." 

"Dude, seriously you can't keep her in here for long... just wait 'til someone tells Price..." He said in finality, arms now crossed, eyes still on the undeniably cute kitten though.

"Pssht, what's he gonna do?"

"Who tells me what?" 

At the voice of a new person in your room, you tried to hide the little furball behind yourself as delicately as possible, hoping the cat was not seen. 

Fuck. Kyle didn't close the door.

In peeked Price, with a questioning look on his face, but seemingly in a good mood as of now at least. Of course, the way you quickly swiveled with arms behind your back didn't escape him, it was not very subtle. You knew there was no way around it now.

"What's with the hiding Sergeant?" He inquired, head raised towards you in a suspicious nod. 

"I-uh--"

"You better not lie." His voice was now serious, audibly so, as if he was giving out orders on the field.

As if the tension couldn't climb higher, a soft 'meow' was heard, and of course, Price immediately knew before your hands presented the little creature to him. Head hung, knowing the jig was up, the kitty was now held out towards him. You couldn't deny, you were a little curious to see the captain's reaction, barely hiding a smile while glancing up at him. 

His eyes widened momentarily, then a hand raised to pinch the bridge of his nose in that usual disapproving way of his. 

"Kid... do I even hafta tell you?" Pose mirroring Kyle's, who still stood next to you, Price crossed his arms in a mildly-annoyed dad manner. 

"...Pet ownership-"

"Pet ownership in quarters is forbidden. So explain to me what this is." 

"Dad-" Kyle snickered "I mean captain, it's goddamn pouring outside, and this little thing just walked up to me soaked to the bone, I couldn't possibly just leave her out there, could I? ...We could make her our mascot?"

"We don't need a mascot. We're a task force, not a damn sports team." He eyed the little cat, now held securely to your chest wrapped in the fluffy towel. He was your captain first and foremost, but not a heartless one...

"Just... let me take care of her 'til I find her a home? Could Laswell take her?" 

"Laswell's not gonna come down here for a cat of all things!" His voice raised now, almost laughing at the suggestion. At the sound of the commotion two new heads came into view behind him, now every member of the task force congregating in the vicinity of your room.

"We gettin' a mascot?" came Soap's voice, before noticing the kitten, bundled in the towel relaxing in your arms.

"Swatch at thes wee bairn!" He slinked carefully around Price, looking at the cat adorningly. 

"Don't you swear in front of her." The cat mewed softly in perfect timing, as you placed a palm gently on her head, covering her ears. Nonetheless, Soap was now petting her too, and she definitely enjoyed the attention. 

"Aye aye, shut up..." 

"Children, the lot of you..." 

"Just gimme one week Captain? Please? I can't just throw this little baby out..." Pleading to Price, you lifted the kitty to your cheek, hoping to amp up the groveling just a bit.

Hearing him sigh you were tempted to jump in joy, knowing the captain's resolve was broken. Brows furrowed, finger pointed, and patience dwindling he took one final look at the furball.

"She stays in here, clear? If I see her anywhere outside yer room, I'm personally throwin' her out, got that?" 

"Yeah yeah, got that..."

"Watch it." and with that, Price made himself scarce. The rest of the team still stayed though, Ghost stepping into the room, finally getting a better look at the calico. He was the other one whose reaction you were curious to see. Kyle was watching the cat curiously again, as Soap entertained her with a loose string he pulled from the towel. Her little paws were trying to squeeze around the string tightly, but it was slowly pulled from her again and again, earning a smile from everyone in the room (even if no one saw Ghost's.) 

"What are you actually going to do with this?" He piped up to break the silence after a few moments, as he gently scratched the kitty under her chin. 

"Not this, her! Kyle MacTavish Riley will go to a good home as soon as I uh.. find one..." Kyle no longer seemed to be affected by the name, and Soap laughed at the sound of it heartily. Ghost, of course, tried to look serious as ever under his balaclava. 

"Oh no, you named her already? Fuckin' hell..." 

"She's no longer Price anymore?" 

"Alright, alright, go back to your room if you hate her so much why doncha?" 

"I didn't say hate..." 

"Did you call Price Dad?" 

"Johnny shut up right now or I swear to god--" you were quickly cut off by a headlock- 

"Aye, I'd like tae see ye try, Sergeant."with the headlock now turned into a tight hold over your chest, you hung in his hold with stretched-out arms, much like you'd see the little cat do in the past few hours.

Meanwhile, in the Captain's office...

"You're calling me about a cat right now?"

"She's really cute Kate..."

[margotoo0]

*Cough* Actually ☝🏻

I want to stomp my feet, clap my hands, meow, because every time the fact that Sukuna loves to eat is mentioned, I forget everything human that is in me. I have some issues, but guys, if he made me eat his cooking, I would eat it all and then him too, cause...because. This man is so simple, like.. "Wow, do you have a hobby?" "Eat. Oh, and fighting, actually...". UH, PLEASE–

I would love to experiment with molecular gastronomy. As if he would be interested in seeing new technologies of cooking?

AU! Sukuna either cooked everything exclusively at home, or went to those godforsaken places where some old people cook that divine home-cooked food, experimenting with spices.

Oh, and the most important thing. Everything on the plate should be edible. The guy likes to eat EVERYTHING. This guy eats a lot. This man is built like a tank, like that tall statue in the museum of ancient art. He's intimidating in size, but he's delicious. (genetics gave this man the ability to confuse me and fall in love, ugh)

And I just want to shake his hand, damn it. Just let us cook.

[x22817]

If/when I carry treats with me (I'm very proud to say is becoming more often than not), I have only ever carried one kind of treat. Hek is so food motivated it never really matters what it is as long as it's edible. Zukes minis are what we have always used, and it's always been good enough.

Since I made the pumpkin cookies, I've been carrying a few of those with me on our walks for "high reward" situations. I've never carried more than one type of treat before. Holy sweet shit that has changed forever. Two of our three walks today had perfect situations where I'm happy I had something better than our usual treats on me. BOTH times Hek was shocked to get the cookies rather than the usual treats. It was so funny! I couldn't help but laugh at her expression.

First, on our afternoon walk, we passed a very reactive golden. It kinda broke my heart seeing a breed that's supposed to be perfect for service work behaving so aggressively. I got to give Herz a pumpkin cookie after we passed them, though!

Second, on our bedtime walk, we had an orange tabby cat come out to greet us! We've seen this man around the neighborhood, and I know he's a rather social butterfly with people, but he's never come up to us before. Bean and I haven't worked closely around cats in years. I was honestly really proud of how well she handled him trotting right up to us meowing and asking for attention. Hek looked but didn't pull in any way and gave me her attention again when I asked.

Treat recommendations are welcome. I am also open to (relatively simple) treats that I can bake!

[friedmicrowave]

first post 😔

i don’t think I need to do an intro post cause like,, you guys already know what I post

so uhm I’ll just start with what species the sprunkis probably are!!

1 - Durple

-SPECIES: Dragon/Reptile

-Carnivore, being a dragon lol

-If he couldn’t talk he could usually speak in clicks, roars, grunts, etc.

-Probably has a dragon hoard, since he likes collecting things

-A Drake/wyrm

2 - Oren

-SPECIES: Insect (Hornet/Wasp)

-Nectarivore/Omnivore

-His antennae can’t hear, but can smell or move around to express emotion

-His two visible eyes are compound eyes, the smaller ones are hidden

-FLUFFY!! (because BEE.)

3 - Pinki

-SPECIES: Bunny/Rabbit

-Honks whenever she’s happy, bunnies do that as well

-Herbivore

-One of the fluffiest sprunkis

-Would probably like cabbage/lettuce more than carrots.

4 - Simon

-SPECIES: Insect (Grasshopper/Katydid)

-Omnivore

-Due to being a grasshopper or katydid, he’s one of the fastest canonically!

-Actually has mandibles, they’re just retractable/hidable

-His mandibles also helped him rip off the chunk of Brud’s head in horror mode.

-Bites the sprunkis with his mandibles from time to time (harmlessly)

5 - Raddy

-SPECIES: Horned Lizard/Bearded Dragon

-Also as fast as Simon, they race together probably (and raddy would try to eat Simon as he is an insect)

-Would probably use his horns to stab in combat.

-Omnivore, but leaning to carnivore

-The most territorial and aggressive sprunki

6 - Clukr

-SPECIES: Rhinoceros Beetle

-Omnivore, leaning to herbivore

-The smartest sprunki, along with Garnold (they both built complex, sentient(?) robots)

-Would probably fight raddy mistaking him for a beetle sometimes

-Likes eating corn

7 - Garnold

-SPECIES: Insect (Hornet)

-Nectarivore/Omnivore

-Would fight Oren from time to time, in competition for the best flowers

-Not aggressive, but istg DO NOT LET HIM STING YOU.

-One of the smartest, along with Clukr

-Fuzzy, but not as much as Oren

8 - Jevin

-SPECIES: Insect (Ensign Wasp)

-Nectarivore/Omnivore

-Not aggressive, and doesn’t use his sting or mandibles in combat. (Ensign wasps do not sting in real life.)

-Could easily drown if placed in deep water, being an insect

-Gets attacked by Oren or Garnold while feeding

-Doesn’t attack back in many situations, and just skedaddles if intimidated

-9: Sky

-SPECIES: Sun Bear (Juvenile)

-Don’t ask me where his mother or father went, not making lore for that

-Fluffy.

-Likes salmon and cod, able to catch them by himself

-Loves sleeping

10 - Tunner (I ALMOST FORGOT MY BABY 😭😭)

-SPECIES: Unknown, but a hybrid of reptile and mammal.

-A mix of scavenger and omnivore.

-Faster than the average sprunki, but not as fast as Simon or Raddy

-His species lives in deserts, that’s why they have large ears

-Has the best hearing out of any sprunki, due to his four ears

11 - Wenda

-SPECIES: Cat (White Shorthair)

-A little mischievous dumbahh who steals Gray’s kills

-Carnivore

-Grew up with barking sprunki species, so she doesn’t meow a lot

-Does NOT like gray. She hisses whenever he approaches (if he even does)

12 - Gray

-SPECIES: Melanistic Fox

-HATES Wenda, will run away if he encounters her

-Grew up with cats, but still yelps and barks

-Eats mice and birds, but they get stolen by Wenda sometimes

-fluffy as well.

13 - Brud

-SPECIES: Pigeon

-Can’t fly, he’s too dumb to know how to use his own wings.

-Pecks the ground from time to time

-Eats anything that he thinks is edible

-Loves bread and moss

14 - Black

-SPECIES: Insect (Bullet Ant)

-Wasn’t evil at all, his venom was just able to infect people he stung in fear. (and he was a freaking scaredy cat)

-His venom somehow also made the dead characters still live and create music.

15 - Vineria

SPECIES: Insect (General Beetle)

-Herbivore

-Kinda feels guilty when she eats plants, she loves nature

-A literal Rapunzel when encountering birds

-Eats her wig sometimes

16 - OWACKX

-SPECIES: Hedgehog

-Head quills are the most longest, sharpest and venomous

-Really scared of almost everything

-Omnivore

-Stole one of Vineria’s wigs

-Has ADHD

welp that’s it

OML THE TAGSSS 😭😭

[softievante]

hi so i’d like to request a fic please, because i keep thinking about vernon stealing mingyu’s food. so consider mingyu who has (unknowingly) agreed to be vernon’s feeder so like vernon keeps stealing his food and mingyu starts bringing more food as snacks/ordering more food at restaurants and vernon sees this as a challenge meanwhile mingyu is just confused as to why this keeps happening lol

ok thank you!!

hello, friend!! sorry for the wait, i only took this long because of Real LifeTM and other stuff that doesn’t matter that much rn. what matters is that i finished and i actually loved to write it bc i love any vernon pairings tbh. chubby vernon is such an adorable concept!! i hope you enjoy your little fic, thanks for the request :3

🍜 responsability

when mingyu took jun’s place as hansol’s roommate, he had some instructions handed out to him. junhui made sure he knew about hansol’s weird sleeping schedules, his dissociative moments while listening to music, and overall quirky traits like meowing out of nowhere and staring into nothingness for hours, but what jun made sure to highlight among it all was hansol’s complete lack of ability when it came to cooking.

“he’s like a hopeless teenage boy, gyu,” jun had explained during a quick meeting they had to talk about the moving, chatting over coffee and pastries. “if no one’s paying attention, he lives off of bread and jam, you know?”

mingyu, after a sip of his americano, exhaled a light chuckle.

“that’s cute. how old did you say he is again?”

jun tapped at his chin. “he’s a 98, so 24.”

“yeah, should at least know how to fry an egg,” mingyu pondered, “but no problem, i can cook for two, you know i don’t mind.” he shrugged.

“cool. i have a feeling you two will get along,” jun affirmed, intending not only to assure mingyu but himself, since he didn’t want to be the one responsible for putting any of his friends in a bad situation.

“yeah, i’m rooting for it,” mingyu complemented, leaning back on his seat with a dreamy sigh.

turns out junhui was not wrong, but wasn’t totally right. they did get along pretty well, mingyu’s puppy-like personality filling the voids hansol’s cat-like one left, and vice-versa. sometimes, one had more ability to solve a problem, or could take over certain chores better than the other. that balanced out the moments that could be seen as a burden to their newly developed relationship, especially when it came to a topic that was, funnily enough, mentioned in advance: food.

mingyu discovered that, while hansol, if junhui was correct, would survive on bread and butter or something like that, it didn’t mean one. it didn’t mean he ate little. in fact, hansol was actually more akin to a human vacuum when it came to any edible thing available, which started to get on mingyu’s nerves as he never knew how much he should be cooking.

or for how long he should leave his meal out of his watch.

“hansol!” mingyu exclaimed, about to spit a train of curses. he sighed deeply and gestured in the air, “i was gone for two minutes, how the hell did you manage to vanish with my ramyeon?!”

hansol blinked one, two times, slurping the noodles in the process.

“sorry, hyung.” he didn’t look really sorry as he said that, which made mingyu squint his eyes in disbelief. “you left it unsupervised and i thought you could just make more if you really wanted it…”

“unsupervised? i was taking a phone call!” retorted mingyu, forcing his roommate to stop for an instant to think about another reply.

“well, it’d be cold when you got back…”

mingyu exhaled in defeat.

“alright. i’ll just make some more.”

in the middle of bringing more ramen to his lips, hansol stopped, eyes attentive:

“how much more?”

mingyu frowned. “haven’t you eaten your share already?”

“hmm, still hungry.” hansol rubbed his stomach unpretentiously, the loose t-shirt he wore hiding the slight roundness that was already settling on his lower belly.

mingyu gave himself a moment to consider, pondering if the boy was being too greedy or was indeed hungry still.

since he didn’t wanna risk being a prick and had to make a new portion anyway, he decided that adding a bit more wouldn’t hurt.

“ok.”

***

it kept happening. hansol’s never-ending appetite, mingyu’s ever-disposition to feed him. as the time passed, they became more comfortable around each other, their day to day dynamic much better than the beginning weeks of living together. chores were shared, personal space was respected, habits were learned. they functioned like proper roommates nowadays.

one particular thursday, mingyu entered the apartment with two plastic bags hanging from his hand, a paper one under his arm.

“brought takeout. too tired to cook for you today,” he informed, putting them on the dining room table.

hansol’s eyes glistened, a strange and curious feeling shining from them. mingyu was a bit confused, until he realized, “for us. i meant for us,” he corrected himself as he took the containers from the bags.

hansol, however, didn’t seem too affected by it. his hyung had said what he said.

“ah, mingyu hyung,” he purred in the sweetest voice possible as he opened the boxes. “you’re the best, you know?”

mingyu simply smiled, feeling a warm blush creep up his cheeks.

***

considering the basic maths of hansol constantly on the hunt for food, meanwhile mingyu made sure there was plenty available, even when he couldn’t cook himself, in three months there were surely some visible changes, precisely on hansol’s wardrobe and waistline. the loose shirts, shorts and pants weren’t so loose anymore, hugging tighter wherever his new weight settled: his soft, chubby (and adorable, mingyu thought every time a shirt rode up to reveal skin) belly, his squishy cheeks and arms, his supple thighs. no body part escaped from the routine of being pampered by his roommate.

and said roommate… well, mingyu got overwhelmed at first in the face of this new “obligation” he ended up taking responsibility for. from the first month, though, he started seeing as another part of his day, another duty as natural was brushing his teeth in the morning. plus, he did enjoy how much hansol seemed to like his food, as well as he sensed some weird kind of pride in watching him always getting full from it.

(did he dig too deep to understand that? no. would he be confronted with it anyway? sooner than he thought).

that happened when he came home to a sight he didn’t ever dream of, but it certainly seemed to have come out of one.

hansol was sprawled on the sofa, legs opened and body slouched, two hands over his shirtless torso, more exactly running over his distended stomach, which was obviously filled to its maximum.

his sweats no longer needed to have its strings tied, stretched under the curve his belly already made over his lap.

mingyu felt his face heat up. it’d be less embarrassing to have caught him naked, to be honest.

“h-hansol?”

the reply came first as a hiccup.

“yeah?”

mingyu walked with caution into the room, as if one wrong step would make him wake up from that weird dream.

“what did you… what did you do?” he asked, tone not a reprimand, but pure curiosity and… desire? he felt his head spin.

hansol breathed in and out, pressing his fingers on a few tight spots. he seemed to be concentrating on his mission in order to not appear affected by mingyu’s presence. “ate the lasagna you left in the oven… you cooked that for dinner, right?”

“hansol, that was supposed to be our dinner for three days,” mingyu pointed out, his expression communicating the shock that buzzed through his body. he got closer, eager to see hansol better. to touch him. “i thought you’d eat like half of it and leave the rest for the other nights!”

“oh…” hansol’s face was bright red, as red as the tomato sauce around his lips.

before mingyu could stop himself, he asked, “jesus, how did you fit all of that inside?”

another hiccup slipped from hansol’s mouth. this time, mingyu was able to witness how much it made the rolls on his hips and waist jiggle.

“p-practice?” he stuttered, now aware of the interest in the older man’s eyes. he decided to give his inner considerations a shot, “i’m no lightweight, hyung. never have been. dunno why you didn’t seem to believe that.”

mingyu’s eyebrows almost met in confusion.

“what? what do you mean believe?”

hansol made his best to sit straight, the weight of the food a ridiculous obstacle. he felt like he needed fo defend himself, “well, you kept increasing the portion sizes, and bringing more food! it’s like you wanted me to eat!”

mingyu was moving his arms in the air, frantically.

“hansol, what the fuck? i kept making and bringing more food because how else could i keep up with your appetite?!”

“oh.” with his arms behind his back, belly looking even bigger and making mingyu dizzy, hansol looked part cute and part sinful, the puzzled face turning into one of shame. mingyu wanted to bite him. “so it wasn’t like… a challenge or something?”

“what? no! why would i challenge you?”

“i don’t… i don’t know. you seemed happy when i ate. especially when it was something you made, but i figured it was the same when you brought it, too. so i kept trying my best to enjoy,” he justified, speech speed forcing him to stop to breathe. “i mean, clearly that had some consequences, but…” he gestured to his belly, shifting in place to accommodate himself better. it was the first time his gain was being openly acknowledged.

when hansol decided to finally meet mingyu’s eyes, he hiccuped one last time in surprise. no negative emotion laid there. quite the opposite.

“you’re ridiculous,” mingyu sputtered, taking a step closer so they almost touched.

hansol smiled, mischievously.

“hmm, am i?” he laid back again, rubbing his tummy like he was inviting, daring mingyu. “you kept making sure i was stuffed, so i don’t think you’re so innocent.”

“i wasn’t– shut up!” mingyu lost his composure, dropping his knees on the couch and pushing hansol’s arm. “you’re the one who can barely move right now, i wouldn’t be so big-mouthed about this.”

hansol whined.

“hyung.” he grabbed mingyu’s hand, guiding it to his abdomen. “you need to take responsibility for what you’ve done.”

mingyu sighed. big sigh. why fight it?

“you little fucker,” he cursed, grip tigheting on the softness of hansol’s lower belly. “you’re a spoiled brat, that’s what you are.”

“hmm?” hansol hummed, his palm onto mingyu’s knuckles in the intention of guiding his movements.

although mingyu accepted it, he also sat properly, pulled hansol closer to cuddle him and joined with his previous free hand, pinching side rolls just to see hansol yelping.

“keep still. tell me if it hurts,” he ordered, a pang on both his heart and between his legs as hansol sighed, satisfied.

at a certain moment, mingyu had to pinch himself to just to make sure that wasn’t a strange hallucination, especially when hansol’s whines became more of pleasure than of protest. he kept rubbing the space until it was almost completely soft, drinking hansol’s little noises like they were a heavenly beverage.

after a suave nibble on his neck, mingyu inquired, “do you still have room for dessert?”

[systastic]

hello!!! can we have a level 3 of sorbet shark cookie please??

oooh, from cookie run?? meow haven’t thought of that game in furever… anyways, enjoy! id wanna be friends if he wasn’t so edible meow 3: -🍥

name :: shark cookie, mako, guppy, gill/gillie, shark/sharkie, cleor (h2o reference), sir chomps-a-lot, fang, blahaj, and any other nicknames his sysmates give him! he can’t tell them what he prefers verbally [mako], but he doesn’t mind nicknames. they’re fun!

age :: 1 year old in cookie form, his human form is 10 to 12

pronouns :: he/him, it/its, ou/ou/ous/ous/ouself, sea/sim/seas/seas/seaself, fin/fins, gup/gups, glub/glubs, chomp/chomps

roles :: accodare — comedian (very good mime), beauheur, thailean/optimist

species :: living gingerbread cookie & gummy shark hybrid!! sometimes takes on a more humanoid form, but is still 100% sweets and candy

gender identity :: sharkgender, bitelexic, sillygender, sillysharkgender, sharkcomfic

orientation :: just a little guy. a baby. please do not the child. ace-spec && biromantic if he gets a little older.

source :: cookie run kingdom

aesthetic :: pirate, tropical, vacation dadcore (when it is not actively pretending to be a pirate)

appearance description :: sharkie is a cheerful little guy who loves to play dress up and make-believe. ou is almost always in his pirate gear with ous sword at hand ready to fend off other pirates who seek to take ous treasure. gillie has molded hair similar to a lego figure in the shape of a shark’s fin. this hair is made of gummy candy and smells sweet when standing nearby. don’t try to take a bite out of it, though: jaws will cry and scream and hit you with its wooden sword until you stop trying to eat it. it has a darker skin tone and white eyelashes, earning gill the nickname “prettyboy” among its friends when playing pirate.

personality description :: mako is an absolute goofball who hates taking things too seriously. cleor is non-verbal, so glub can’t exactly speak in anything other than ooo sounds — but this doesn’t stop glub from goofing around, having fun, and dragging everyone else into glubs games of pretend. it is relentlessly optimistic, rarely (if ever!) having a negative thought, and always down to play make-believe. sure, mako can be a little bit airheaded at times and hopelessly naive (what do you mean gummy sharks don’t come from the sea?? next you’re gonna say that gummy bears don’t live in forests!!) but that’s to be expected from a child his age. blahaj is constantly energetic and loves to play with other children his age irregardless of how old the body is. plus, he can speak when in front!! speak he does — blub either speaks in only “ouu”s or is a gosh darn motormouth when driving the bus. mako can and WILL infodump everything he knows about sharks onto the people he meets. everybody loves sharks!!

likes :: SHARKS. everything about sharks!! he loves jake and the neverland pirates, captain hook and mr. smee, sea shanties (even if he can’t really… yknow… sing the words). he also loves ice cream and gummy candies! turns out that cookies need to eat the components of what they’re made out of to keep existing and sharkie has a monster of a sweet tooth. tropical fruits are just as good. coconuts, mangos, and pineapple are way more fun to bite into. also the ocean, the beach, pool floaties, playgrounds, the song “mr blue sky”, the pirates: an adventure with scientists, pirates of the caribbean, and splashing around in the water.

dislikes :: humid weather (makes him melty), cold weather, snow days, wintertime in general, being stuck inside, having to act like an adult, having to sit still (he needs to MOVE, gosh dang it!!), adults who’ve lost their sense of wonder, people who call pirates “bad people”, people who think sharks are scary or evil creatures (they’re not!! they’re just misunderstood!!), movies that demonize sharks [jaws, the meg, the shallows, bait, open water, 47 meters down], scary movies, and overly serious pirate movies or shows

front triggers :: pirate media, sea shanties, being on a boat, open water (lake, river, sea), swimming, the ice cream truck/cart jingle

signoff :: 🦈, 🍧, 🏝️, ⚓️, or 🏴‍☠️

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[nowoyas]

Edible Arrangements 37

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A/N: someone remind me to revamp the tumblr formatting for literally all of these chapters both for consistency and so that the titles are actually a thing on tumblr rather than just ao3

Summary: Some pieces are picked up. Some are put back together. Some fall back apart.

Warnings: sad kitten :(

Word Count: 3700 words

This big house holds more empty space in it than space it holds.

Izuku has held onto it, all these years, out of love, out of respect. He has held onto it because he must. He has held onto it because of the memories it doesn't hold.

His mother never made a meal in this kitchen. Never stocked the freezer with emergency cookie dough in case someone had a bad day. Yagi's car never entered the driveway, and Yagi never paused at the door to kiss his mother and ask how her day went. When he showed up for the first time, he wondered if it was worse that they had never gotten the chance to make memories here. His childhood home had become a teenaged apartment had been thrown mercilessly back onto the market the day after he’d come to collect all the boxes, everything already packed for a move that never came.

This house had only ever been his, and then it had been his and yours, and now it didn’t feel like anyone’s. He’d rot in there for days if only Sbeve would let him, the silence settling thick around him like fog.

And then there had come the knock on the door, followed soon after by the door creaking open. He hadn’t bothered fixing it.

Part of him wants to imagine the footsteps belong to you. Wants to imagine you’re coming home, that he’d done something wrong and you’d remembered and you’re coming back to him.

And then he’s sick to his stomach with worry at the idea of you being here and knowing who he was when he inevitably died, and he hoped instead that it was his sire, returning after all these years to finally just kill him already. It’d be a fitting end for a monster who deserved to be alone.

Sbeve was meowing downstairs, getting closer. Whoever had entered this haunted house was following him further in—across the living room, up the stairs, down the hall. Footsteps stopped at his door, and a plaintive meow urged the intruder inside.

Maybe it really was you, come home.

The door creaked as it opened. Izuku nearly hisses as the light from the hall falls on his face. The sound that meets his ears is not your voice, worrying for him, nor even a gasp.

It’s a long-suffering sigh. Honestly, too long-suffering to match with its owner.

“You look horrible.”

He doesn’t reply. A single green eye is all that peeks out from among the blankets and mass of fluff atop his head, watching the silhouette stare at him from the doorway.

“You need to drink something.”

Izuku simply stares at him, hoping he’ll get the message. Besides, by now, he’s sluggish enough that movement is hardly an option. Maybe he’ll get to find out whether vampires hibernate soon. It’s science he’s doing, not depression. Really. He might even write it down.

Tenya strides across the room, flicking on the light as he goes. “This isn’t negotiable. Stay alive at least long enough for us to kill him, and then I can take the cat and you can do whatever you want.” He sets a blood bag carelessly on the bed, right in front of Izuku’s face. It sloshes with a warmth of life that has Izuku’s stomach somersaulting.

If vampires can get sick, he is sick, and the thought of drinking that… that stuff has it worsening by the moment.

“Drink it or I’ll make you. I’m not going to kill him alone.”

“You could.”

“You and I both know that if one person alone could kill him, he’d be dead already.”

He sighs. He turns his face away from the light.

“I hope you know that I’m not joking about forcing you to drink it.”

He grumbles in return.

There’s a pause where he thinks maybe Tenya is about to leave. Then, he’s being manhandled until his face is accessible, and dammit, he doesn’t have the strength left to do much more than yell about it until the blood bag is pierced onto his fangs. Tenya has him held down, unable to do anything but nearly drown in the blood now flooding his mouth until his assailant brings up a hand to help control the flow.

And shit, it’s good. He drinks like he’s spent days walking through the desert, and to be fair, he has been depriving himself, so the comparison isn’t completely outlandish. Sbeve has had him to sip off of; he has had no one.

Tenya squeezes the bag with some force, and sparks fly off Izuku in retaliation. He has to force himself to dial back his quirk before he breaks furniture, the ceiling, or bones as he chokes on the blood, and then, he’s sitting up and snatching the bag from Tenya.

“Fuck you,” he mutters.

Tenya merely rolls his eyes. “I’m not letting you decide to back out now that you’ve done the first part, and you’re not the only person who [name]’s forgotten. You’re going to pull yourself together long enough to kill this man, and then you can do whatever you want. In the meantime, I am not going to be the only person gathering information on him, and you’re going to get out of this house.”

“Since when were you in charge of me? I do what I want.”

“You don’t want to do anything right now. And in case me shoving a bag into your mouth wasn’t clear enough, I don’t care what you want. Do you want the Death Adder dead?”

“Of course I—“

“Then get the hell out of here and work for it. We need information, and you need to not rot in bed while I do all the work.”

He glares, but he doesn’t protest. Tenya wrinkles his nose. “The first thing you’re doing is finishing that blood and taking a shower.”

Izuku snorts. “What, going to force me to do that, too?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

He has the unfortunate sense that Tenya will, in fact, manhandle him into the shower fully clothed if he must. Or, given the way the past few minutes has gone, he’s going to throw him out on the lawn and blast him with the garden hose. Best not to tempt it. “Whatever.” He throws his head back and finishes his meal. If he doesn’t have a choice, he supposes he’ll just have to force himself to keep moving.

~

from: stodo@uofo.edu

Subject: Hakamada’s course

March 7th, 2051

Dr. Midoriya,

I hope this email finds you well. There has been an incident with one of the professors in your department. Dr. Hakamada has been hospitalized and will be receiving medical attention until further notice. I am unable to divulge further details at this time. Until his recovery, I am hoping that you will agree to take over his summer session courses. Please respond and let me know at your earliest convenience. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to call.

Regards,

Shouto Todoroki

Chancellor

~

Despite Tenya’s best efforts, Izuku spends his time wandering the house in a haze, although he does allow himself the luxuries of drinking, showering, and maybe even seeing the sunlight when he’s not worrying about his classes. The email certainly hasn’t helped matters—he can’t say for certain, but it does sound like his bastard sire may have been involved with it.

And yet, he needs to come up with an answer. And teaching classes in-person has never been his answer. And yet…

He doesn’t know what to do. He wanders the halls of his empty house, wondering when last he saw Sbeve was. Yesterday? Two days ago? The days pass in a blur. He can barely tell anyone what day it is at all—his only point of reference is that damned email.

“Sbeve?” he calls out into the halls. His voice is raw with disuse. Tenya’s the only one he’s spoken to in a while. “Where are you, buddy?”

No meow responds. A twinge of panic buds within him. Did Sbeve escape? Outdoor cats are already disastrous for the environment, let alone thirsty outdoor vampire cats who are somehow even better suited to killing than before, and it’s not like he’s gone out of his way to get his door fixed. Actually, he’s pretty sure it’s still just barely on the hinges.

So now, rather than wander aimlessly, he’s wandering with a purpose, listening out closely for the sound of his kitten.

He breathes a sigh of relief when he finds Sbeve. The relief doesn’t last long. There he is, sleeping curled against your bedroom door, which has remained closed since the day he enthralled you. He's stuck. Sbeve is sitting there, missing you, mournfully staring up at the closed door, and Izuku did this to him.

He's awful. He's so, so awful.

He did this. He got rid of you. You're safe now, he has to tell himself that. No matter what Hitoshi or any of the others tells him. Even Tenya supported his decision, so he has to be in the right here. Sbeve will just have to understand.

Still, as he sits there, crumpled on the carpet, crying (really crying) for the first time since you left (since he made you leave) Sbeve walks up to him. The kitten sits, and stares, and tilts his head. Then, he's crawling into Izuku's lap and curling up there with one tiny mew.

"Do you think I should try getting out of this place, too?" Izuku asks him.

Sbeve purrs in his lap, but doesn't lift his head. Izuku brings a hand up to gently pet him.

"Yeah. Maybe I should. Staying in here all day just reminds me of them."

That earns him another meow. Sbeve presses his head into Izuku's hand. He lets out a bitter laugh. "Maybe I should get the front door fixed, first."

Another meow, this time with a blank stare that reads, at least to Izuku, as: 'you think?'

He scoops up Sbeve, rolls his shoulders, and turns to look over the banister at the broken door. "Well, let's get to work, Sbeve. Think my summer semester students would like to meet you? Think you could handle meeting them without biting anyone?"

As Izuku parades him around on the search for his no-doubt dead cell phone, Sbeve lets out one final meow.

~

from: imido@uofo.edu

Subject: re: Hakamada's course

March 9th, 2051

Dr. Todoroki,

I'm sorry to hear about Dr. Hakamada! I'll gladly take over his summer semester courses. Please let me know if there's anything I can do to assist with the transition or if there's any files I can glance over to aid me in taking over his courses. I am, of course, curious to learn what happened to Dr. Hakamada, but I trust that that information will be divulged as it becomes necessary. Regardless, I can take over all needed courses while he recovers!

Regards,

Dr. Izuku Midoriya (he/him/his)

Department of Quirk Studies

University of Ossenfelder

~

"Where do you want me to put this?" Hitoshi asks.

"[name]'s stuff, right?" Mina shouts after him. "Back room's fine!"

Hitoshi sets down the box, and then they're both heading back out to gather more boxes. On the way down the stairs, Mina sighs. "Thank you for all your help, Hitoshi. You didn't have to come help us move."

"Nah, it's the least I can do. How're they doing?"

"At the main office with Tsuyu, signing stuff with the landlord and sorting out rent. Tsuyu and I are going to split their rent until they're back on their feet. ...Whenever that is."

The apartment had been a good investment. Mina, Tsuyu, and [name] had talked about it before, when the three of them had good jobs and were striking out of college dorms and all that. The only reason it hadn't worked out before had been [name]'s financial troubles, and with those only worsening now that Dr. Izuku Midoriya had come along to fuck up their life, the two who weren't catatonic had decided they'd just have to make it work. [name] couldn't sleep on Hitoshi's couch forever, after all.

The place itself was nice. Almost too nice, actually. It was right next to campus, with good parking, decent space, and no furnishings, which really meant no ugly furnishings to put up with for the next year.

"Well, they've been getting a lot better. I don't even have to brainwash them to get them to eat anymore."

"That's true. Thank you for all that, by the way. I don't know where we'd be without you."

"No, I'm just glad to help. Sucks that I can't do anything more."

She shakes her head as they arrive at the car. "You shouldn't have to. Honestly, you're already being a kickass friend just by being here. Better than someone I know."

He rolls his eyes. "Which over-financed vampire are you talking about?"

"Neito has an excuse. He's got some big family thing to deal with, and at least he's been helping. I don't think we could have found a place this good on our own. The other two, though? Don't get me started."

"Yeah. I get why Izuku's too cowardly to show his face, but Tenya?"

"He doesn't trust other vampires. I think because of what he did to [name]."

Another box, heaved onto the floor. Hitoshi places his own down, pausing to catch his breath. "How are you not out of breath right now?”

"What, because of the boxes? I dance. This is nothing."

"Yeah, but that's not exactly weight lifting!"

"No, but it is dancing."

"Great. Thanks for clearing that up."

"Anyways, I just hope that all of this helps. The crisis counseling and school psych and the aide and all that sound great, but... I don't know. I'm not sure anything can bring back the [name] we know except breaking the thrall those idiots put on them."

"No, but they're barely in a place for us to try it right now. At the very least, this keeps them moving a bit until they get to where we can break it."

She sighs. "Yeah... do you think this Ochako girl's going to be much help? I haven't met her yet."

"If nothing else, they'll be able to get back to taking classes."

Yeah. That was the goal. Preparing [name] for some bullshit professional life while they were only just regaining use of their arm and showing only the barest minimums of emotion on a good day.

"One summer semester's a good trial run, too. Give them the chance to ease back into being a real person."

"They're real now."

"You know what I mean. It's a victory if they eat when reminded to at this point."

"I know." She sighs. "I do."

The next trip up the stairs is taken in silence. At the top, they find [name] and Tsuyu, just opening the door.

"Hey, you two!" Mina greets, putting on her more usual cheery tone. "How was the office?"

[name] has a hint of confusion on their face. "Weird."

"Weird how? Did something happen?"

"Someone prepaid all of [name]'s rent for the next year," Tsuyu answers. "Apparently the landlord received a check from the university. The 'excessive hardship scholarship fund' for students facing undue hardship."

"Are my issues excessive...?" [name] mumbles softly.

"No, babe," Mina says. "But that's good! If nothing else, at least you get some financial compensation for everything."

"Um, yeah. I guess it is."

"And tomorrow, you get to meet with your aide for the summer semester! I've heard she's really nice. She should be great!"

"Yeah."

[name] brushes past her. In the absence of a couch for the time being, they find a spot on the floor and sit, fiddling with their cell phone. They haven't yet been cleared for things like unpacking, not with the state of their shoulder.

Mina tries not to sigh too audibly. "I really hope this works. I miss my best friend."

~

from: uofomsgs@uofo.edu

Subject: A message from the Chancellor

March 16th, 2051

Fellow Ravens,

I am deeply saddened to inform you about the loss of one of our faculty members, Dr. Tsunagu Hakamada of the Quirk Studies department.

Dr. Hakamada was an exceptional professor who took plenty of time to work closely with his students. Aside from the courses he taught, he was active in aiding students via the tutoring center in a number of subjects, and his passion for education took many of the students he mentored farther than they imagined. Dr. Hakamada also aided in the creation and perpetuation of the Consumer Apparel and Design course's semi-annual fashion show, as a mentor, sponsor, and friend.

Our thoughts rest with Dr. Hakamada's friends and family, those who cared for and loved him, and any Ravens touched by the loss of this bright mind.

Visitation for Dr. Hakamada will be held from 6:00-8:00 PM on Saturday, March 18th, at Respite Funeral Home, 48th Street. A memorial celebration will additionally take place at 5:30 PM Monday, March 19th, in front of the Kevin University Center.

The University of Ossenfelder Counseling Center is available to provide support to any students and other members of the campus community affected by the loss of Dr. Hakamada. The Dean of Students Office may also be a useful support resource for students and may be reached during office hours Monday through Friday.

If you are registered for any courses taught by Dr. Hakamada this semester or during the summer or fall sessions, your registration is still valid. Dr. Izuku Midoriya has graciously agreed to take over all of Dr. Hakamada's duties in the Quirk Studies department until further notice while a more permanent replacement is sought. If you have any questions, please feel free to reach out to your academic advisor or department head via the student portal.

Sincerely,

Shouto Todoroki

Chancellor, University of Ossenfelder

~

Up until this exact moment, Izuku had reasoned that this was doable.

Dr. Hakamada's classes had been canceled for a short time, both to give the students a chance to recover and to give Izuku the chance to take over without missing a beat. Not that missing a beat wasn't inevitable—he wasn't exactly the on-campus professor type. In fact, he's pretty sure he looks more like a TA than a professor even on the best of days, although the haggard look he's been sporting lately might add some age to his countenance. When the classes had started up again, he'd done his best, and he's pretty sure he's even doing a good job! It's not that he doesn't know the information, after all. In fact, he's quite sure he could overtake the rest of the department in knowledge, given the chance! He's just not the lecturing type. Especially not when “take over the summer classes” turns into “take over all classes while maintaining your previous workload”.

So he pressed onward, he let himself be persuaded to move into Dr. Hakamada's office after his family collected his personal effects, and he did his best to help his new batch of students adjust to the loss of their professor while not letting his online courses fall too far behind. He already hadn't been sleeping, so not much had changed.

And, in his few moments of spare time, he'd found some information pointing to a cause for  Dr. Hakamada's death. Perfectly legally, of course. For sure.

All he'll reveal is that a mysterious set of bite marks had been found on him when he'd arrived at the hospital, and that he hadn't survived too long after being admitted.

He can't say with any certainty that it was the Death Adder. For one thing, his bastard sire is typically pretty good about killing them completely. It could be a result of Hakamada's quirk, or else the Death Adder made some kind of mistake. In any case, having been the heir to a long line of designers, he fit the usual line of victims perfectly, so Izuku was content to mark it as a sign the Death Adder was hanging out for a while.

That alone was a comfort and a curse. He could handle that soon.

But this?

The papers on his new desk in his new office glare up at him. Most of what he'd received had been standard paperwork. Things to help facilitate him taking over the courses. This particular folder, however, had not been that.

[full name] is the first thing he registers on the page. The rest of it comes in waves as he reads. List of accommodations. Student will have an aide for note-taking and emotional support purposes. A section for a list of triggers, followed only by the words "see attached", implying the list is too long to fit on the eight lines afforded to it. History of being targeted by violent attacks. Traumatic memory loss. Catatonia.

The more he reads it, the worse he feels. And yet, he can't stop reading it.

He had convinced himself that [name]'s friends had been overblowing the whole thing. That, given a day or two, they would be back to their old, perfect selves, and things would be fine, they just wouldn't remember him. He can't imagine that they let them take this course knowingly. No, registration would have been over a month ago. [name] had registered for Dr. Hakamada's course, and now, here he was, taking it over. He hopes, sincerely hopes, that their friends read the email and saw he'd be taking over, that they pushed to get them reassigned to some other course section. Obviously, he can't do anything about this. How would that look? Sorry, Dean of Students, I'm rejecting this student from my course because they are simply not the right fit. No, it has nothing to do with the fact that they're physically disabled due to recovering from a stabbing and emotionally shattered for reasons unknown.

At the end of the page, more words flash up at him in bits and pieces.

Please contact student through aide, Ochako Uraraka, at (xxx) xxx-xxxx to set up meetings prior to summer semester.

God. How is he ever supposed to do this?

~

Izuku to [name] Protection Squad at 10:53 AM

Izuku: you were right.

Izuku was removed from group [name] Protection Squad.

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[shinagawa-division]

As the faithful butler of Kobayashi mansion went out to check up the residence’s entrance in the late morning of his young mistress’s birthday, there he was greeted by a certain man in his sixties. 

“Good morning, sir. Perhaps you are Mr. Eguchi, I take it?”

With a formal smile on his face and the neat dark-colored suit he wore, Goro Eguchi could ultimately guess that this man before him was maybe someone from the similar profession.

“The name is ‘Chishio’ —Just a mere assistant of Mr. Fuyugami from Nara Division. And I came here today to sent their birthday gifts and blessings to the young lady Shinomiya.”

He then handed him the two boxes tidily wrapped in the furoshiki-style piece of clothes.

“This one in the box is a nightlight chosen by Mr. Kanata, while this one are confectioneries from Mr. Tomoharu… Even if they look just like some beautiful stones, they’re edible and are called ‘Kohakutou’ , the crystal candies mainly made from agar-agar and sugar. Hope lady Shinomiya doesn’t really mind some sweets.”

After explaining the details of the present from his young master’s team, in that sudden, both of them heard a strange voice from below.

“Meowwwrrr”

The butler looked down to find the source of voice and found a little kitten with a black collar coiling around Chishio’s legs while making a loud meow as if she wanted some attention from him.

Also noticing what had been sneakily following him all the way here to Shinagawa, the older man sighed.

“Ha… Mr. Eguchi, please pardon me for my early leave soon. As you can see, the children at my young master’s place have recently decided to keep a cat with them and sometimes this little one loves to follow me and her caretaker around to other divisions. Maybe it is now the time for her snacks, so I’ve to take her home. Mr. Kanata must be worried sick about her already.”

“Of course, I wish you both a safe trip, farewell.” Goro nodded and gave a small bow to the other man and closed the door as he left. Turning around, he was immediately greeted by the sight of the birthday girl standing behind him and while any other person would’ve screamed or jumped in fright, the butler merely gave a soft smile, not at all frightened and honestly more amused than anything. “Ah, Miss Sumire, impeccable timing, these gifts came in just from you, they’re from-“

“Nara Division.” Sumire cut him off, looking at the gifts with peculiar eyes. “Yeah, I know. I saw everything from the cameras, that was a cute cat by the way.” The anarchist held her hands out and the butler graciously placed the gifts in her hands, “Thank you, Goro.” She smiled and the older man smiled back, placing a hand above his heart and bowing. “Of course, young Miss.”

Sumire popped a piece of Kohakutou in her mouth and hummed delighted at the taste as she made her way down to the basement, she had a feeling that Malphas would like the nightlight while Aiko would devour the sweets.

Thank you for the gift!

[jenthebug]

Today, I saw a *livejournal* friend of mine who I've known since the 90s. We've met in person twice; she's in DC and I'm in Denver.

We got Mexican food for lunch, stopped at a coffee shop, and went to Meow Wolf.

(for those playing along at home, that's three whole things plus a half day at work)

Anyway, we had a great time, but I know I overdid it. (I could have made better life choices, but how often do I get to see her? About once every 10-12 years)

Now I get to see how having coffee in the afternoon affects me. It's a coffee vs edibles showdown in my brain this evening. I'm gonna have so much fun looking at my pictures lol

I had so much fun. And my body wasn't ready.

[greenelight]

mason   was   trying   to   get   things   ready   to   surprise   his   roommate   ,   knowing   rory   was   coming   home   from   a   long   shift   at   the   hospital   ,   but   things   didn't   seem   to   go   as   planned.   in   fact   ,   they   went   even   worse   than   he   ever   could   have   imagined.   what   was   supposed   to   be   a   nice   roast   with   some   mashed   potatoes   quickly   turned   to   disaster   thanks   to   his   distracted   mind.   not   only   did   he   add   too   much   cream   to   the   mashed   potatoes   &   made   them   soupy   ,   but   he   burned   the   roast   to   an   almost   blackened crisp   ,   covering   the   apartment   in   smoke   the   moment   he   opened   the   oven.   it's   his   own   fault   for   getting   distracted   with   his   phone   ,   but   that's   the   problem   with   cooking   ,   isn't   it   ?   things   take   so   long   to   cook   &   prep   , & yet   he's   meant   to   just   stand   there   &   wait   for   everything   to   be   done   ?   it   feels   oddly   boring   &   unfair   ,   but   clearly   the   joke's   on   him   because   now   he's   spend   hours   on   food   that   isn't   even   edible.

just   as   he   was   about   to   toss   the   roast   into   the   garbage   ,   he   hears   the   jingling   of   keys   ,   followed   by   rory   coming   in   through   the   front   door.   shit.   no   doubt   she's   probably   seen   the   smoke   seeping   through   the   crack   under   their   door   ,   so   he   does   his   best   to   smile   at   her with his usual charming grin   ,   acting   as   if   nothing   was   wrong   as   he   chucks   the   burned   roast   into   the   trash.   his   cat   bumblebee   trots   right   in   as   rory   approaches   ,   meowing   loudly   at   mason   as   if   she   was   trying   to   tattle   on   him. damn it , bee.   ❝   hey   there   , ror.   had   a   good   day   at   work   ?   ❞   he's   trying   too   hard   to   appear   as   if   nothing   was   going   on   ,   but   once   again   ,   his   acting   skills   do   not   come   into   play   when they are needed most.   ❝   i   was   thinking   about   ordering   pizza   for us tonight.   you   game   for   some   good   ol'   pizza   ?   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᵒᵛᵉʳᵗᵘʳᵉ·     entering   the   stage   ﹕   @hayema   /   @emouvere   as   rory   jett.

[colliedogpaws]

I was a cat, I simply was. I walked on all fours, refused to drink anything unless it was in a cat bowl, wore a collar, only communicated through meows, hisses, and body language, and everything and anything else you could think of. I also checked out every single cat fact book I could find in the library and now know,,, possibly too much about cats from it.

For border collie and seagull they were less in your face but still definitely there

I lived for any food in the shape of the cookies we gave the dogs (the classic milk bone shape) no matter how it tasted. If it was so much as edible and in a bone shape it was going in my mouth. I stole the toys we bought for the dogs if the dogs had gotten bored of them and spent hours chewing on them, as well as chewing on my own plushies like they were dog toys, and I would play puppy with my older sister, who would pretend to be my owner and I was a puppy who needed dog cookies and a dog bed and to have headpats. Best game ever. Also when my sister got her dog (in 2017 I think) I would play like how dogs do with her for hours every day, I wasnt a young child (dog) by then but my mom never stopped me since it successfully made me and maple tired so she let it happen and that was great.

And for seagull- I don't really know tbh, I've always been obsessed with the idea of flying, and I've got a really strong connection with water. I also have a seagull-like personality or smth ig?? because every friend group I've been in has unpromtedly told me that if I were a bird I would be a gull (which I am, so not wrong) and also when I was younger and used to go to the beach more I would always lure the seagulls over and sneak them my lunch, then while my family was swimming I would happily lay in a pile of seagulls eating chips with them like they were my family (they are)

Otter and all my fictkin types n stuff didn't really have tell tails, the second I found my fictkins I knew they were me, and I've always loves and related to otters, but they are my soul kintype and ig that just hasn't let them show themselves physically too much? Gull, puppy and kitty are all my psychological theriotypes so that does kind of make sense to me lol

Though I did talk about how I was always swimming 'before I was here' to my mom when I was little, because I remembered my past life even then, so maybe that counts as the otter showing through

Guys we should start calling 'signs you were alterhuman before you knew you were one' tell-tails. Get it? Like tell-tales but tails?? Because alterhuman? Tell-tail sign I was a cat: i used to pray to every god i knew about (in my head, not out loud tho) to turn me into a cat. on a nightly basis -- plot twist I'M AN ATHEIST

Also feel free to talk about your tell-tails in rbs or comments im quite curious

[beccadanae]

dallas trip 2024

Friday – our flight was originally supposed to be at 5:45 or something, it kept getting pushed back due to weather. Eventually I checked Chessie’s location, she wasn’t responding to any of our messages about the delay, she was at a venue. We knew then she was at the wedding where she was a plus one, didn’t know anyone, and Justin was in the wedding. Jenna and I meet at the airport a little early for drink, check her location and see Chessie went back to her house to change before the airport. It was down to the minute, but she made it. we got to Ashlenn’s house around 11:30 and Ashlenn had little goody bags for me Jenna and Chessie. Night mask, water bottle, little skincare, socks. Brandon had also moved the guest bed into the main so we had MEGA BED. it was amazing

Saturday- we slept in and had a Lake day. Most of the time was used attempting to get two people on a floaty. Jessie lost her glasses in the water and eventually found them with her foot only proving more that the world revolves to help her lol. Brandon waited on us like the best host giving us drinks and eventually Mexican popsicles in the water. I was super humbled when I wasn’t able to lift myself onto the boardwalk and was dragged out of the water by Ashlenn and her friend. super drunk. That night we played DND where Chessie totally died and went into death saves. So fun! 

Sunday- woke up and went to brunch, where the waiter gave us postcards to send to ourselves back home. I sent one to Kristian. Next we went to the farmers market where we fell in love with a flower jewelry artist.

Sunday night – meow Wolf. We start off the evening driving and playing an alphabet game to Taylor Swift songs. Then we get to meow Wolf and Chessie brought the Ziploc of extra edibles in her bag and got caught by the people working there. Brandon took it back to the car and we went in without him. we started the adventure not knowing there was a whole narrative/social commentary. It slowed us down and chessie was really caught up in it. there was a room where they played a projection of a sunrise to sunset that was maybe a minute per hour time lapse. At first we get there and people were sitting watching it not leaving any room for others to sit. We waited in the corner for them to move and they never did until Jessie went over and sat herself by them, it was the sunrise and I was super paranoid. The whole time that we were annoyed with. This was when chessie began the ongoing joke that I didn’t take a gummy and was sober. we went to a room where we sat and a woman in a hijab walked by. Jenna thought maybe the woman worked there and stopped herself before asking, Ashlenn and I caught it right away. chessie looked up and pointed out the girl and said “graduate?“ we cannot stop laughing for a very long time after that. the entire high was so much fun that we decided to do it again after dinner. We watched bottoms.

Mundy – we decided to get pedicures, we were so tired and exhausted. It felt so good. After packing back at the house, we got in and out and then got on the airplane. Jenna and I were on the airplane takeoff time kept getting pushed back due to weather. the flight consisted of us playing another Taylor Swift alphabet game but this time it was lyrics back-and-forth between each other. Then we played a “guessing game. One of us would think of a quote whether it was in a movie TV show or even a quote between us and we had to play 20 questions to get it.

[calidrisminuta]

Botany of Orsterra (From OT1 and CotC)

The list of foods and cuisines is proving really useful in my writing, so I thought I'd do the same with the plantlife of CotC's Orsterra, too. I'm missing quite a few because I can't review certain Traveller Stories, but I've got a few from notes and the like, and there's a fair bit from NPC dialogue in the various towns.

This is very much a work in progress!

There isn't as much as I thought there would be, since I was only wanting to include Orsterran-specific plants, rather than generic ones like roses or pine trees, unless a specific variety is mentioned in the story.

I haven't checked the memoirs yet either, but I'll be adding to this post every time I find some (or I find Traveller Stories to review on youtube), so thank goodness for the ability to edit here!

I'm adding anything I find from the original Octopath Traveler as well, since it's all part of Orsterra.

Anyway, without further ado, the list:

M = Medicinal B = Botanical E = Edible

Various: Blue Hydrangea {Master of Fame}, Crimson Devilbloom (M) {Ashlan's Tale} A presently illegal medicinal herb, and no-one knows where it grows, although it's been studied in Atlasdam so it may originate there. Thanks to @hazelgatoya for that one! Also, thanks to @theynanigans again for finding the mention in Isla's letters, too: "Day 361: Crimson Devilbloom - "The sickly secretions of that plant cause thinking to take meow-mentous ef-fur-t."

Theatropolis: Lapisleaf (B) {Eunice’s Tale}. Contains a pigment that creates a vivid blue, used in painting. (Edited to add) According to Isla: “When the nectar of these flowers is mixed with pigment, it changes into a striking blue colour. This was a closely guarded secret among painters of old, but researchers eventually discovered this characteristic fur the whole world to know.”

Theatroshroom (E) {??Can’t remember where this one came from??} Apparently, they're very tasty. Edited to add - they're from Adelle's Tale. Thank you, @theynanigans!

Atlasdam: None mentioned.

Rippletide: None mentioned.

Grandport: Quatrait blooms (NPC Woman from Quaragosa) (E) Apparently this can be stewed with fish to create a tasty dish. THe blooms themselves are apparently sweet-scented.

Emberglow: Embershrooms (E), used in a variety of dishes. Frostfern (M) {Miles’ Tale}, a compound for a remedy used by the Knights Ardante. Snow Crystals (B) {Sofia’s Tale}, Grace Mushrooms (M) {Rodion’s Tale}, the spores of which are used in a remedy. Cave Mint (M) (E) {Shelby’s Tale}. Shelby's favourite herb, and apparently it can be brewed into a tasty tea. More info from Isla's Letters again: "Day 286: Cave Mint - "Do you know which herb can grow in even the darkest caves, and is useful as an ingredient in both food and medicine? Why, it's cave mint, of course! Hmm… I think next time I have afternoon tea with my cait fur-ends, I'll use cave mint to make tea." Thanks to Theynanigans for finding this!

Frostlands: Züsbaum (E), Per one of Isla’s letters, it grows in the Frostlands and its leaves have a sweet flavour. A tea made from them has a taste distinct from sugar. Many monsters love them, so picking the leaves is a monumental challenge, but many say it is worth the risk.

Also from the Frostlands: Snowstalks (B), a plant that grows in the plains near Emberglow. By soaking cloth in their sap, it can be used to make clothes that are warmer and better against cold conditions. Soaking cloth in the sap of Snowstalks makes it very soft, and will keep people dry. It’s also Lulu’s favourite.

Cathedral of Tytos: None mentioned.

Cragspear: Adorablooms (B) {Main Story}, Apple Blossoms (M) (B) {Therion’s Tale} Spoilers for Therion's Tale, but IIRC Apple Blossom was used in a perfume that helped to control/charm people. Might have different properties in Orsterra.

Valore: White Grape Blossoms (B) {Main Story} A flower sold in Valore, and of great significance to Bargello. Has no medicinal properties that we know of. Wyrmwood (M) {Millard's Tale}, a plant that grows around Valore, and is used in medicine.

Also Valore: Vermiliweed Blossom (B) Features in the main story. "A flower that flourishes in the Woodlands. Contrary to its adorable appearance, it is poisonous and used to hunt wild boars."

Sufrataljah: Drizzleshrooms (M) {Soleil’s Tale}, King Cactus Meat (M) {Soleil’s Tale} Both used in remedies. Drizzleshrooms were boiled with something by a Sunshade tribe to create a remedy, and King Cactus meat is bitter but can bring down Desert Fever.

Victors Hollow: None mentioned.

Sunshade: None mentioned.

Shepherds Rock: Nothing in the area is poisonous, according to Merrit's Tale. Antidock grass grows in the Highlands, and is medicinal (used to make antidotes for poisons.) Also known as Noxroot in other areas of Orsterra. Ephemera is a plant with distinct leaf patterns and purple flowers, and the use is medicinal. (powder from the stems can be used in first aid, and it can be dissolved in hot water to make a cold remedy.) Info again from the wonderful @hazelgatoya!

Flamesgrace: None mentioned.

Berecain: None mentioned.

I’cirlo: Panacea Herb (M) (E) {Former Edoras Ambassador}

Clearbrook: Bellflower (M) {Rita’s Tale} Possibly contains different properties in Orsterra, but I need to review Rita's Tale to see if anything different is mentioned. From Isla's Letters: "Day 312: Bellflower - "Have you ever seen an herb with bell-shaped petals blooming by the riverside? Its characteristics change slightly depending where it grows, so only ex-purr-ienced botanists can identify them!" Credit to Theynanigans!

Redleaf Grass (M). {Penny's Tale} Has bright red leaves, and grows along the rivers in Clearbrook. Waterweed (M) {Rita's Tale, but also mentioned in Hayes' Tale}. Grows along the Clearbrook Traverse, and has bright blue petals. Used in medicinal salves. Isla's letter mentions it as well, as something to use if you get hurt. Laurel Seed Oil (M) {Rita's Tale}. Alfyn uses it to take the scent of tallow away from his salve. "Laurel leaves have a pain relieving compound, and the oil made from their seeds can cool down feverish patches," Rita says.

Donescu: None mentioned.

Edit: From Largo's Traveller Story, we have Blue Poppy (B), a flower that is highly attractive to monsters, Slumbersage (M), a plant with a sedative nature, and Sungrass (B), a plant that Shaggy Meeps like to graze on.  From Isla’s letters: Slumbersage is purr-fect for making medicine to help people sleep, but it’s difficult to get the dosage correct, so don’t try without an apothecary present.

SPOILERS! Edit 2, from Miza's Journal in Bestower of All Ch.5: Marisnows (B), Rosettes (B), Scarletseeds (B).

Arte Shrooms (M), from Dorothea’s Traveller Story. When processed, they are both the cause and cure of an illness in Shepherds Rock. They are both tasteless and odourless.

From Cornelia’s Traveler Story: Snowrosea (M), found in the depths of the Cave of Laments. Can be used as a remedy for Frostlung when infused into a tea. Stilldrop (M), "a powerful herb that grows near the village of Stillsnow. A small dose has the power to cure all sorts of illnesses, but frequent use can lead to a condition similar to Frostlung." It has a sweet scent.

River Beans (E) Phaseolus Lunatus - Lima beans!

From Lemaire's Traveler Story: Phantom Flowers. (B) They grow on the North Theatropolis Plains, and appear a dull grey colour until it rains, when they gain a sheen similar to that of a rainbow.

From Ogen's Traveler Story: Mugwort. An actual plant with many uses, from culinary to medicinal.

From Emberflame Story pt 4: Lumiflower. One of the rabbits wants nectar from a Lumiflower, which grows in the West Valore Countryside.

They also want a Bestiodor Mushroom, which grows by the Great Tree's Tears. When combined with lumiflower nectar it creates a pungent odour that attracts monsters.

Gaborra Evergreen: From the original OT. "A flowering plant native to the tropical and subtropical regions of the continent of Gaborra known for it's antipyretic properties. A constituent compound has been known to cause inflammation and swelling of the throat, inducing severe coughing. The symptoms resemble those of the whooping cough known to plague the land whence it hails. Due to the risk of severe and adverse reactions, use of Gaborra evergreen in any dosage is strongly discouraged."

Herb-of-grace: From the original OT. A plant that grows deep in the heart of the Whitewood in the Frostlands, and so rare that botanists thought it extinct. It is rumoured to ward off the curse of petrification.

Waterbloom flowers: From the original OT. A flower beloved by Mercedes and Zeph, possibly resembling a type of forget-me-not that grows around lakes and rivers.

Mind-me-always: (From the original OT) The favourite flowers of Ogen's wife. An extremely rare flower that only blooms on high mountains.

Lion's Ear and Sweet Wormwood: (From the original OT) A dash of each of these makes all salves better, according to Alfyn.

White Skullcap: (From the original OT) A plant with pretty flowers. According to Alfyn, the petals are good for fevers when ground up with root starch and honey.

Lovely Lace: (From OT1) A herb known for smoothing and softening the skin. Can remove blemishes, boils, and wrinkles easily, and can make hair super soft by mixing it with water.