#or i say to myself Whenever I Eat A Noodle; I Like To Think About The Hwheat That It Used To Belong To

[unproduciblesmackdown]

maybe bsol is that time jen tepper mentions when she was so upset about a review of a show of joe's that she broke a glass (&/or threw it out a window)

[quitealotofsodapop]

Hmm...actually, once the identities are revealed...how do Sandy, Pigsy and Tang feel about whenever SWK or Mac casually drop a gods name casually, like "Oh, Nezha said he might drop by later", like that has to feel weird, y'know?

Macaque tries to keep things subtle around the noodle shop gang, but Wukong slips up occasionally.

When Nezha first appears at the shop pre-reveal looking like a grungy teenage demon with snake features (he's associated with them in the mythos) and SWK welcomes him warmly - Pigsy and Tang just assume the kid is relative that the monkey couple trusted enough to know where they are. Soon Nezha starts to get used to being treated like An Actual Child by adults who care about him and his mature facade starts to break down. The noodle shop gang think its more that the kid has a rough home life and needs a safe place to hang out. So whats the harm in letting the little guy stay too?

After the two monkey's are revealled as the Monkey King and the Six Eared Macaque however? Many questions are asked.

Pigsy: *turns to look at "Nez"* Nezha: "..." Pigsy: "Let me guess... Lotus Prince right?" Nezha: "Yeah." Pigsy: "You gonna turn back into your real form or...?" Nezha, looking a bit bashful: "What if I told you the snake-y and gross teenage stuff was my real form?" Tang: "Oh my gosh... you need acne cream." Pigsy: "TANG!" Tang: "I'm just saying! Human puberty is bad enough! Imagine being immortal with it! He needs to keep moisturized!" Pigsy: "Well, atleast he's been eating decently since he's been here... could use more protein though." Sandy: "And plenty of rest! You can't burn the candle at both ends! Even if it's infinite!" Nezha: *is honestly touched* (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

But yeah the gang do get confused at times when the monkeys bring up random names in history/mythology they know. Like "Cooking with Chang'e" airs one night, and Macaque randomly mentions:

Macaque: "Huh, she's on tv? She used to be really nervous with public speaking when we were little." Pigsy, shellshocked: "How do you know that!?" Macaque: "She's my sister, duh. I was born from a moon rock. She helped raise me until I moved to Flower Fruit Mountain to be with other Monkey demons." Pigsy: *incomprehensible spluttering* Tang: "Does she actually like mooncakes, or is that more a commercial thing?" Macaque: "She likes them, but her favorite kind has osmanthus in it." Pigsy & Tang: *aggressively takes notes for different reasons*

After a while it gets more annoying than amazing. Especially since Pigsy was already unimpressed with any immortal who wasn't Chang'e.

Erlang: "I require an audience with Sun Wukong." Pigsy, not even looking up from the stove: "He's on break." Erlang: "I assume you did not hear me correctly. I require an immediate audience with Sun Wukong." Pigsy: "And I told you: HE'S ON BREAK! Now you wait, buy something, or scram!" Erlang, stunned: "......lamb noodles please." *Wukong returns from break to see Erlang feeding his dog bits of lamb.* Erlang: "Wukong, you must understand that my visit is not one of pleasure. I have tasked myself to inquire about the status of your mission regarding The Egg." Wukong: "No egg here! Except for whats in the fridge. Hehehe." *dad joke* Erlang, glaring with all three eyes: "Hmm..." Wukong: *sweating nervously* Erlang: "...ok. I can see that you're truthful in that there is no Cosmic Egg present in this facility. Why you busy yourself in these mortals matters is beyond me. But be warned simian..." Wukong: "What?" Erlang: "We should spar more often, bro. Me and the Plum Hill boys starting to miss you on the training grounds. Plus you're starting to look fluffier." *Erlang and his dog leaves* Wukong: "Phew! Glad I got rid of him!" Macaque, returns from getting cheese tea, visibly pregnant: "What that jerk want?" Wukong: "Old work stuff." Macaque: "He's lucky I'm incapacitated, or I would have neutered him to match his hound." Wukong: "I know you would." Tang: *trying desperately not to explode cus was that just Erlang Shen?!*

Sandy is a lot more chill. That person he just talked to was a god? That's cool! Hope he's made a new friend today! Accidentally befriends a bunch of them just by being a cool dude. The dragon kingdoms think he's a great ambassador.

[jiecomic]

Chapter 5- Too many monkeys for one fox to handle

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"Pigsy's noodles..." MK spoke putting all his tiredness into his words

"Gods, what hurt you today?" Jie asked while receiving her order

" Wait! JIE?!"

" Dear... yes, that's my name! Don't need to shout it whenever you see me!"

"Ah... sorry..."

Jie now took a closer look at MK. Boy was all tired as hell, not to mention how messy he was and dirty by paint.

" Is everything ok, Monkey Boy?" Jie asked out of pure curiosity

" YEAH- I-I mean not like I'm overworked and all...I'M TOTALLY OK!!!" The laughter he made at the end was telling that he WAS NOT OKAY

" If you say so..." Jie didn't want to dig into it any further, what would she tell him anyway?!

" Sorry ma'am, but I need to go back to job! Or else pigsy is gonna kill me... BYE!" He said and run to his car

"..."

"Next time I will eat on the spot" she muttered to herself while looking into the bag "It's not my order...crumbs!"

Jie stood in the doorway of Pigsy's noodle shop completely confused as she watched MK kicking with his stuff the more chubby version of himself. Just next to him was standing some monk.

" Bad timing..." Jie turned around to run

"JIE!!!" MK came and hugged her legs whimpering like a baby

'Crumbs!'

"Jiee.... I created the clones of myself hic I didn't mean to make a mess hic hic I jus wanted to help my friends!"

"Gah! I get it, now get off of me!!!" Jie growled at MK while pulling him away from her legs

" How am I supposed to get rid of it mister Tang!" MK went to the monk

" Hm..." the monk fixed his glasses while some strange light covered him from the back " I don't know"

MK looked like he had enough

" Try doing some pressure points or-

" Or this!"

MK and Tang looked at Jie who was jumping on the clone with an energy ball in her hand. The moment in which the ball touched the clone everything was covered by a big, yellow cloud. When it was clear again the only things left were some flying hair and a pig laying on the ground. Jie was already on the chair watching the menu.

"Agh! Pigsy!" MK shouted " How did you do that?!"

"You know, some spirit kung-fu and all..." Jie answered without looking at MK

Riiiing

" Ahh... could you do that again?"

"Ha!- no" Jie said sharply " Judging by your hair there are hundreds of clones and I am one. It will be better if you will solve this alone"

" WHAT? How?!"

" You know... some pressure points and waivingfu..."

" Alright, I have to GO!" said MK rushing toward the exit

For a moment everything was quiet.

"Ahem! I don't want to be rude or anything, but can I make an order?" Jie bend over Pigsy who was just about to gain his strength

" O-one moment ma'am" said Pigsy strong enough to go prepare a meal

" Big portion with an egg please!"

Jie sat calmly and and waited for Pigsy to bring her the noodles.

" Sooo... you're a demon,huh?" Surprisingly Tang sat next to her, he had a very suspicious face which was mostly covered by a bowl of noodles

" I don't like to talk with anyone with an empty stomach"

'Either when I'm full'

"And I don't like a fox demon hanging around my almost son and picking a fight with him"

Jie sighed loudly and covered her face with one hand.

" First of all, sorry and second- I didn't fight him, it was just an illusion, boy returned unharmed"

" Here's your order miss" said Pigsy giving her a bowl of noodles

'This scent!'

Jie felt that she was drooling. She was as hungry as if she hadn't eaten for centuries!

"NOT SO FAST!" The bowl of noodles have moved into the hands of Tang

" TANG! What do you think you're doing!" Pigsy screamed at the monk while waving his wooden spoon at him

" Relax Pigsy" said Tank calmly " Can't you see that this customer of yours is a demon?!

Pigsy looked at Jie who was about to starve, he saw her as a normal maybe even beautiful women with short dark hair and a little bit too much traditional dress.

" What are you talking about?"

" About the evil fox spirit!" Out of nowhere Tang had some book in his arm and showed one exact page to his friend " Fox demons are foxes which an ability to transform into human so that they can mock people to eat their souls in order to become stronger and wiser or even IMMORTAL!" he left the book in Pigsy's hands "This woman is no other than a cold hearted demon who wants to eat our souls!!" He pointed at Jie who was even more confused than Pigsy.

"But too bad for you, I- the clever Tang!- won't fall for your little tricks!"Tang announced proudly and came closer to Jie "So how will it be? Are you going to admit your true intentions?"

For Pigsy this whole scene seemed ridiculous, Tang looked like a cop trying to make Jie admit her crimes by scaring her. The chef looked at Jie as if he was expecting her to say something in her defence.

" I... just wanted to eat noodles" she spoke with a face as if she was about to cry

Even Tang was surprised by her "good acting"

" Tang, give her the noodles before it gets cold"

With doubt Tang gave her the bowl.

" Thank you..." Jie thanked the pig demon and took a first spoon.

"..."

" It's so good" Jie who couldn't hold her emotions any longer started crying

In almost instead she ate the whole bowl.

" Wow Tang... you were right, let's hope she likes noodles more than souls" said Pigsy in sarcastic way

Tang looked at him all pissed. But in the inside he just didn't want to admit he was wrong.

" Don't worry mister Tang" suddenly Jie spoke, she was cleaning her face of the soup " I haven't eaten human soul for centuries and I don't want to harm the Monkey Boy. Well... I can't even think about it since Monkey King told me not to touch him"

" Wait... You know Monkey King?!" Asked Tang

" Hmm? The boy didn't tell you?"

" Didn't tell what?" This time the question came from Pigsy

" That I'm Monkey King's servant"

"..."

'He told them I attacked him but forgot to mention I'm on their side...'

Suddenly MK came back.

" Hey guys I'm ba-

" MK!!!" they both screamed at him

" WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT THIS FOX DEMON IS MONKEY KING'S SERVANT?!" Tang grabbed poor MK by his jacket

" Oh right!-... I forgot"

"..."

Tang sighed loudly while looking back at Jie.

" Sorry ms Jie..." he muttered

" Don't worry, I get this a lot" Jie answered as if she was really untouched by Tang' s insults " Thanks for the meal and a chat, but I'm gonna go-

" MK, who is this?"

" Ah Mei! Meet Jie!- Monkey King's servant. She's also the fox demon"

" Ah! So you are this fox lady!- COOL!- I heard you can grow tails and ears, can you turn into a cute fox too?!" Said Mei while she was just in front of the demoness face

" MEI!-stop being like this only because you want to see a cute animal!" Screamed Pigsy

For Jie it lasted a while to come back to her sense, but she finally was able to speak.

" Excuse me young girl but... are you really a human?" She asked with a little trembling voice

" Oh- Actually I'm a member of a dragon family"

' OF COURSE SHE IS!'

" How did you find out that I'm not normal?"

" Let's say... a six sense..."

This sense was a danger radar, and as soon as Mei walked in the restaurant it started ringing like crazy!

' Of course... every mortal I meet needs to have destructive powers!'

'And what the hell is wrong with her soul orb? It's so unstable and wild it can hardly stay in one place!'

' I'm NOT dealing with this today!'

" It was nice to meet you but I need to hurry and go home, See ya!" In rush Jie disappeared leaving behind only a cloud of pink dust

Mei looked for a while at the place in which just a minute ago was standing that lady "I like her!"

" She's cool right?!" MK joined her

Ahem...

MK turned his head in terror to, not so happy Pigsy,

"MK... I hope you can explain yourself..."

Gulp!

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[birgittesilverbae]

thinking of babea au again…

bea going to the movies for the first time with mary and it’s like 2008, so they’re going to see Star Wars: The Clone Wars.

bea frets and spends daaaays agonising over it because she wants to go see the film in her padawan robes that one of the sisters helped her sew and she wants to bring her toy lightsaber, but she’s also terrified of standing out. doesn’t want people to stare at her, because it’s not very jedi-like to hide in mary’s jacket while she orders popcorn.

and it’s shannon who finds her haunting the chapel, coming in barefoot, sore, a little dab of blood still on her neck, which bea points out to her with a soft fingertip as shannon settles into the pew next to her.

“that was ketchup,” she tells bea, swiping at it with the heel of her palm.

“you shouldn’t lie in a church.”

they sit in silence, votive candles and their soft puttering, casting spear-tip shadows up the stone walls.

eventually, shannon yawns, “so hey, sister agatha said you disappeared before lunch. it’s 7pm.”

“i know what time it is.”

“never doubted you for a second” - shannon reaches out to tuck a rebellious strand of hair behind bea’s ear - “but my point was more about you and me maybe going to the grocery store to get some stuff to eat? we can get those instant noodle pots and add M&M’s. have you ever tried that?”

a perturbed frown, “noodles with M&M’s?”

“yeah, the pretzel ones.”

and bea senses, then, that shannon’s trying to rile her up and slip through the cracks formed by her frustration, so she settles back against the pew, folds her hands in her lap, “no thank you.”

but a moment later she’s clenching and unclenching her small fists, staring fixedly at one of the crucifixes. it’s her favourite, apparently, because instead of nailing his feet to the cross, the sculptor gave jesus a little shelf to stand on. ‘that’s actually a little cruel,’ beatrice told her once. ‘without the asphyxiation, it would take him much longer to die, unless the centurions were feeling merciful.’

“bea,” she says, soft. “you know you can tell me what’s wrong. i’m not saying i can fix it, but i’m not going to say it’s stupid.”

bea’s silent for a minute. “but it is stupid.”

“more stupid than noodles with M&M’s?”

her brown eyes are almost blackened by the shadows in the chapel, irises laced with faint impressions of candlelight.

“mary’s taking me to a movie tomorrow.”

“i know,” shannon reaches into her pocket, produces two slightly-crumpled pieces of paper. “i picked up the tickets this morning.”

“oh.” bea squeezes her eyes shut, like she’s trying not to cry. “it’s just… i don’t think i want to go.”

and she tells shannon why, taking out her plastic lighsaber (blue, of course) from under the pew, holding it.

shannon kisses her forehead and takes her through the convent to her room, where her armour rests on its stand in the corner. someone’s already cleaned up the blood.

she lets bea touch the gauntlets, the links of the mail bumpy-smooth under her fingers. tells her, “i felt ridiculous wearing it, in the beginning, but then it saved me from a stab to the chest and i realised” - she huffs a laugh - “that i’d rather be alive, and myself, than one hundred percent comfortable all the time.”

she puts a hand on bea’s shoulder, “you should wear what you want, bea.”

so she does. holding mary’s hand with the sleeve of her padawan robe slipping up her arm, passing kids wearing darth vader helmets and carrying lightsabers just like hers. a couple of them wave at her and say “hi Obi-Wan!” and she buries her face in mary’s jacket, but she’s hiding a smile.

she has a short lightsaber fight with another kid in the lobby while mary’s ordering popcorn; a girl who shows her a pack of Top Trumps cards and tells her she thinks C3PO should be more powerful. bea gives a soft sigh of appreciation whenever Obi-Wan appears onscreen, and afterwards shannon picks them up in the van and bea falls asleep against her ribs as mary drives through the dark streets.

S.O.S. not shannon showing bea her armour and getting her even more invested in warrior nunnery

[azucarmorena97]

𝓑𝓸𝔂 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓛𝓾𝓿…🍬|| BTS Reactions to Having a Plus Size GF

Love is beautiful in any and every form- and your form is his absolute favorite ;)

Makae Line coming soon <3

Jin

Absolutely ADORES your body, cannot stop touching you

Pokes your stomach incessantly, as it's his favorite part

will always choose staying home and stuffing his face with you over going anywhere else

Will stab anyone who makes fun of your weight protective

loves to reenact Lady and the Tramp whenever you guys eat noodles

"I made us some noodles, my love," He says, carefully walking over your bowls to the table. "No thanks, I'm not really hungry." He stares at you for a long while, bowls still in hand, an irritated expression on his face, "Then what did I do all this for?" "I didn't ask for you to make me noodles," You laugh. He puts the bowls down and then takes chop sticks out of this pocket, "Stop talking nonsense. Eat."

2.) Suga

hates when you insult yourself

thinks it's cute when you try to wear his t-shirts and they make you look like a sexy Winnie the Pooh

likes to randomly pinch your stomach when you're cuddling

Isn't as expressive with words

praises your body with his tongue

"Ugh, for ONCE I want to be able to wear you clothes without feeling like burrito busting out the foil," You groan, glaring at your reflection. He rolls his eyes, though admittedly it does cause him to chuckle a bit, "Oh stop." He comes up behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist. He takes in the way your beautiful curves fill out his shirt- he especially loves how it looks paired with only those pretty little panties. Without another word, he kisses your neck; gently at first, but as soon as you tilt your head to the side to give him better access, it's a wrap.

3.) Jhope

Will not let you walk by him without smacking your ass

Loves your confidence and your massive thighs big heart

Put a mochi emoji next to your name LOL

keeps a photo of you in his wallet

loves every square inch of you

He leans back, eyes fixed on you as you focus on your reflection while you put in your earrings. Everything about you looks absolutely right tonight. "Baby, can you help zip me up?" You ask, turning your back to him. "With pleasure," He says. You press your boobs up higher to help the zipper a bit, sucking it in a bit as well. Once its all the way up, you're able to relax and smooth out the dress. "Oh yeah- this dress was a good choice," You say, turning sideways in the mirror to check out your ass. "Hell yeah it was," He says, runnings his hand down your back and then letting it trail down to your butt, "I might just keep you in this room to myself for the rest of the night."

4.) Namjoon

Never had the opportunity to date a plus sized girl before you (see below)

addicted

instant attraction from the moment he met you

attracted to your confidence and the way you carry yourself- like you're really THAT girl.

would throw hands for you fr

You wrap the towel tightly around your body, careful to tuck the top in so it doesn't fall as you walk around the room gathering everything you need to get ready for bed. "'Joon, can you pass me the shea butter from that drawer over there?" You ask, sitting down on the corner of the bed. "Of course," He says, his voice sounding giddy, "Can I do it?" "Why?" You laugh, watching him excitedly approach you with the the shea butter. "Come on, just say yes." "Alright, go ahead." He gets on one knee in front of you, dipping his finger in the butter and then rubbing it between his hands to melt it. You stare down at him, a sense of power rushing over you as you lift your leg and rest it on his shoulder. He looks over at your thigh, bottom lip falling open slightly. He begins rubbing the shea butter up and down, making sure to coat every single inch, though after a few moments he can't contain himself as he begins peppering your inner thigh with kisses. He's absolutely hooked.

[lanaevyssmoved]

NINE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER ❣️

tagged by @moonmothers @flymmcargo @kelemvorr @baldursgate2 !!!!!!! thank u so much.. u are all so sweet and thoughtful...

tagging @cetra @dandeyrain @princeofhags @mercymaker @lord-woolsley @hibernationsuit @alongtidesoflight @shadowcursedballs @tombtaker :D no pressure of course my friends! you may also consider this an invitation to talk to me more :3c

favorite color: wellow... ✨🍯🐝🌻💛⚡ i have loved yellow since i was very small my sister loved purple so everything she owned was purple and everything i owned was yellow.. and my room is still entirely yellow everything is YELLOW..... it just happens i gravitate

last song: uhhh spotify says i was last listening to last chapter in time, first chapter in eternity by VVN it absolutely fucks but bare in mind it might make you sad? tis music to make you feel and that shit always has different effects on people. OOP and spotify shuffle Just put on times change by umziky which is CUTE glitchpoppy stuff OH and spotify just put on higher by ia. which is vocaloid ur welcome.. this says how slow i am huh am i typing too much AND NOW ITS into the woods by phildel im making u a playlist

last movie: last movie i watched was godzilla king of the monsters with aisling teehee... every movie i've watched recently was with aisling... hehe.......

currently watching: WELL i was watching breaking bad but i burnt out around season 3 after i was binging it all day long and before that i binged all of desperate housewives all day long without any break so am i surprised i burnt out? no. also desperate housewives fucks

currently reading: uh i'm like always reading the six of crows by leigh bardugo i will open that book consume the Content and then close it whenever i feel like reading parts of it........ actually reading thru a full book currently no....not really but lets say crooked kingdom yeah

current obsession: mayhaps this question is pointless but i am deep in an autistic hyperfixation on bg3 which is showing no signs of dying down or stopping i will also say i am hyperfixating on gale himself and honestly my oc afhiri. and i think its safe to say illithids too i cannot stop myself from gobbling up information on them and i think about them just as much as the others ...........

sweet, savory, or spicy? i will sayy savoury!!!! i do like sweet but not as much . i am currently really obsessed with gravy..... not american gravy or whatever the bwi'ish kind.......... had to confirm that because i ain't got a fucking clue what american gravy is like . but i know its different!!!!!! due to my very english upbringing i never consumed spice ever in my life until i started to introduce it into my own diet a year ago and now i can eat things that say spicy just fine!! and they are very delicious. i really enjoy spicy noodles especially

currently working on: I HAVE TWO AFHIRI GALE FIC WIPS CURRENTLY ... :3c one of them is a cute domestic scene i'm writing through aislings influence and the other is a fat and large post game 3 years later fic that i cannot describe in any way than a psychological horror fic. :).....

[oceanfalls-official]

Mailbag time! #1

Hello!! As promised I'll be publishing most answered asks in bulk like this. The questions that need longer, more thorough, paragraph-y responses will be published individually, but I'm grouping all the little ones here.

So here we go! Questions are below the cut.

AshenChromatic: if ruit cant beat suvi in a rap battle.... could... selene? who can save us?

Nights: I think she could put up a damn good fight, maybe even win it if she decide to get super serious. She's definitely the savior we're looking for... Also I put this ask first because it's the only non-anon ask I got in a long time woah!

Anonymous: Which oceanfalls characters thinks abt dinosaurs

Nights: The easy answer is to just say Five, so I'm not gonna limit it to that. I think Diana also thinks about them a lot but on a more involved scientific level. I also think Kaji is someone who would find big cool beast creatures very badass, so he definitely WOULD think about dinosaurs a lot. I bet he even makes cool paintings of dinosaurs hanging out with sharks like a dork.

Anonymous: where does boyfriend let u pet him this is rly important

Nights: For now, just the top of his head. Who knows if there are other spots... Even Meimona has yet to properly befriend him enough to know! You're gonna have to wait for a brave and perhaps more understanding character to get close and find out the hard way. He does allow cheek poking though.

Anonymous: were solis and suvillan meant to come off so intensely queer or was that just something that happened by coincidence

Nights: Not really! I didn't know it could be read that way at all. They're ruler-and-follower who have some baggage left from a former friendship that is yet to be addressed, which as we've seen really bothers Solis in particular. But they have never had romantic interest in each other.

Anonymous: when is ruits bedtime

Nights: Whenever he pleases. He'll retire earlier if it's a night without a lot of work, otherwise he'll be up late if needed.

Anonymous: does meimona like spaghetti

Nights: Definitely. She also likes noodles for the same reason as spaghetti: Long Strings of Food are fun to eat.

Anonymous: Oceanfalls MBTI/Ennegram/Love Languages

Nights: I contemplated doing the MBTI test to find out the answer to this, but it's too time consuming to do that approximately 12 times... so I will leave it to you to assign them with your judgement! Ennegram looks obvious enough. I will leave that to you too! And I don't think I can answer for the Love Languages myself, either. It's out of my comfort zone of how far I'm willing to think and talk about these characters' details. Cheers!

Anonymous: Who in Oceanfalls would be the best cuddler?

Nights: This is also a question beyond my comfort zone. You can probably decide it judging by comic panels or something!

Anonymous: I'm curious about how the winged can sleep comfortably at all, especially the ones with big pair of wings. Do they often sleep on their sides or on their fronts, and do they get scoliosis from this??

Nights: They don't all have to lie to down to sleep. Some can sleep standing up, sitting, lying down, or upside down. Think birds and bats. The ones with big wings will usually wrap it around themselves like a blanket and snooze. If they do lie down, winged with smaller wings can get away with lying on their backs. Otherwise, it's probably down to the sides or on the front, yes!

Anonymous: How big is the Midworld, as a measurement? What’s it’s diameter? And how far above it is the Winged Overworld?

Nights: I'm really bad with numbers for measuring things like this. As in, I've never put exact measurements for it on paper, it just ended up the way it is from guesstimating with my eyes and what made sense for what I wanted to do. You'll have to simply judge it for yourself from what the visuals in the comics show! If you ask me, I would just say it's big enough to fit a winged civilization, and high enough for its civilization's features to not be so easily visible from midworld level.

Anonymous: what are suvi and ruits favorite insults for each other

Nights: Suvillan (and Corona) really likes calling Ruit overgrown. But I don't think Ruit has any kind of creative specific insult that he uses in return... he used to be more of a petty bully when he was a teen, but not anymore. He's a boring guy who resorts to words like "bastard", and only because the literal meaning of it does apply to Suvillan.

Anonymous: Sorry if this sounds nosy or weird, but have you thought of sexualities for your characters???

Nights: I don't remember if I answered this before, but I don't think I did and I can't find it anywhere on the blog, so I'll do it now... Yeah I did for parts of story where it was relevant. I generally don't go deep about sexual-related details of my characters if it's not needed for their arcs or the story's plot in some way. Otherwise, I don't think about it much.

Anonymous: how many times has eidolon been banned from online games and services and how many alternative accounts does she own

Nights: Probably more than you or I could count with all of our hands combined. I bet she needs spreadsheets to keep track of that at this point...

Anonymous: would kaji drink alcohol out of one of those like holographic disney princess cups

Nights: ...This thing???

I think I had that when I was kid. My mom tossed it out because those straws grow mold if you don't clean them well. Uh, anyway, no, Kaji's like almost 30 years old. He'd be the one throwing out YOUR holographic disney princess cup to protect YOU from evil rotting straws. Maybe if you ask really nicely he'd have a single sip, though.

Anonymous: do you th ink propseroous horn would like be able to be pulled back and then it'd fling back like one of those door stoppers and it'd go boiyayanang

Nights: This made me think of humans making door stoppers shaped like monster horns to make fun of them and that's a very good idea in itself. No I'm not going to answer. boiyayanang

[hikennosabo]

trimax volume 6 random thoughts

chapter 1:

oh, hey, it's the guy from the 98 anime!..... or not?!

i'm not keeping track of this TOO closely, so there may be other instances of this that i missed, but the guy from 98 episode 1 also showed up in trimax chapter 7. it makes me wonder if nightow provided character designs/ideas to the 98 team, or if it's the other way around and he decided to incorporate anime-original characters into the manga. either way: neat!

HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE MERYL, BY THE WAY.

i love the bits of characterization we've been getting for her. she (and milly) are our tie to humanity, after all

i must say it is nice to have a goofy fight after... all that in volume 5. and before... the rest of volume 6.

chapter 2:

aaaand now we start the next chapter with wolfwood's nightmare/flashback! hurts just a little bit! (the trio IS kinda serving tho ngl... when you have a fashion show at 7 but need to terrorize the orphanage at 6)

^ completely and 100% unironically, they were in love here.

i just... ugh. this is such a vashwood chapter. the absolute trust and fighting together completely seamlessly, they are just. ugh. ughhhhh. this kind of trust just GETS to me.... sorry. i'm normal about them. i'm NORMALLLLLLaauughghghgh

ANYWAY. chekhov's table made me laugh

i am physically restraining myself from going crazy over vw again as i reread this chapter to write this post.

anyway anyway. ww calling himself "nicholas" is cute :)

just kidding one more vw comment as a treat

HE'S SO IN LOVE. FUUUUUCK.

chapter 3:

legato continues to be fascinating to me. i'm observing him like a bug in a jar. which is appropriate, considering...

WHEN I CALLED HIM A BAGWORM IN THAT ONE POST I WAS JOKINGGGGG I WAS JOKING!!! THIS MADE ME LAUGH FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT WHY DID SHE HANG HIM FROM THE CEILINGGGG IT'S SO FUNNY

this is actually making me fucking cry.

...i got so distracted laughing at bagworm legato that i almost forgot to say literally anything else about the chapter, but anything else i have to say mostly boils down to "wow, legato is such a freak (affectionate)"

also, whenever something that was in tristamp is brought up i feel like the leonardo dicaprio pointing meme. like "oh hey, i know this!" going into this manga with prior knowledge from stampede is... an interesting experience. all that being said, i can't WAIT to see more of the manga version of double fang. oh nightow we're really in it now

chapter 4:

oh, finally, FINALLY!!! last volume i asked where the knives nuance was and now we're FINALLY getting some knuance, thank god. seeing knives react to just how badly humans treat plants is SO effective. and we're not even up to the juicy part yet. it makes me want to eat glass.

speaking of eating glass.

i thought something like this might've been the case, but still... this hurts to read.

i want to eat glass!!!! fuck!!! this reveal is so insane, it's like monkey's paw of "this is a way knives can be defeated, but by the same method, vash is closer to death than knives is." WE don't want vash to die, and neither does knives, and this chapter is the first (and possibly the only, idk) time the reader's feelings and knives's feelings are... well, aligned. at least in a sense.

chapter 5:

this chapter is really something, because it starts off almost seeming like another lighthearted "we're in a random town fighting a goofy enemy of the month" romp much like the early chapters were, heck like chapter 1 of this very volume. but it's just wearing the skin of that. which is, y'know. the thesis of this entire chapter. smiling to hide the pain and all that.

i don't think i can really... articulate anything of substance. the chapter just kind of... speaks for itself, i think.

although i DID laugh at ww trying to enjoy his noodles and failing, and also the phrase "needle-noggin-isms." thanks for providing some levity, we actually really do need it.

chapter 6:

ohhh boy we are REALLY in it now!!

i enjoy seeing knives ponder like this. legs crossed, arm slung over his face... i don't know. maybe it's because i myself sometimes lounge in this pose.

what exactly is he thinking about, i wonder. that in awakening/forcing vash to use his powers, he unintentionally pushed him closer to death? maybe? i don't know. either way it's very on-the-nose for what their relationship has been like.

and then of course we cut to this shot of vash, looking in a mirror created by knives's slice

this shot is making me think a lot and i'm reading too much into it, but- obviously the reflection puts vash's beauty mark on the opposite side, so there's the knives resemblance, so also, i suppose vash must see knives every time he looks in the mirror, right? also vash looking at his reflection featuring his own black hair- which we're all still thinking about... i dont know. i dont even know if this is anything LOL. i feel like i have the dots but i'm failing to articulate the connection. anyway

this made me laugh. thanks for the levity again, wolfwood :)

BECAUSE WE'RE GONNA NEED ALL THE COMIC RELIEF WE CAN GET, BABY!!!

maybe i'm just insane for this because it's Generic Party Imagery but the specific combination of rem flashback + party popper + funny glasses makes me think of the similar scene in 98 when the seeds crew celebrates finding planet gunsmoke. like is this another instance of nightow nabbing stuff from 98 or am i just making things up.

the twins are so cute and baby knives smiles so much, i want to microwave myself.

knives wants to believe in humanity. man. MAN!!!!!

what comes next... i'm absolutely carrying my prior stampede knowledge into this, but fuck, man. fuck. even then, i know that stampede didn't show everything, so i don't even fully know what to expect. which is fun! but i can't believe the volume ends right in the middle of the flashback, MAN!!!

[ominouspositivity-or-else]

Sisyphus.

My father will not come upstairs. He’s working late tonight. He does not know, or maybe does not care, that I have made him dinner. I scoop myself a bowl of noodles and stare at it in the fading light. 

It has been raining all afternoon. It started around the same time that my mom told me in an angry voice to get a job, to do something. If you’re doing nothing else, she said, at least write a book. I’m worried about your future. I didn’t have the words to say “I am writing two books in reality and a third and fourth in my heart.” If I had told her that, she would have asked what they were about. I would have had to respond that they were a silly romance novel and a depressing story about a hallucinating young man in a mental hospital. Sylvia Plath must be rubbing off on me, because only the silly romance novel would sell. Neither of them sound very good to my own ears, and if they sound bad to me, well, then they must sound bad to everyone else. 

My mother has this perfect and thrilling ability to make me feel like all I am is numbers, going either up or down at any given moment. A value, set in stone, increasing or decreasing with every choice I make, every grade I get back, every dollar mark that goes up, every application I turn in to a job that doesn’t want me. I feel, sometimes, like all I am is numbers on top of numbers on top of numbers. If I sold my organs on the black market, I sometimes think that that would be the most sensical business approach to her, because all I am is numbers. At least, then, I’d be able to pay for college. You can live without your eyes and kidney. I read a play about that once. But sometimes she makes me feel like I am numbers. I will never tell her so.

I screamed at God in the car on the way home. Because I didn’t want to feel useless, I drove my sisters to their youth group meeting at the church in the pouring rain. I watched them walk inside the building, giggling and shaking off rain drops and for a moment I wished I was small, too, getting to grow up in the house my mom had always wanted, with her content and happy, able to do life over again with fresh eyes and true friends. But I still dropped them off. I thought maybe afterwards my dad would come upstairs and for a moment the world would ease. Maybe he’d let me drink a glass of beer and maybe he would watch an episode or two of some strange foreign show with me. It doesn’t matter that that didn’t happen. But I screamed in the car. Rain beat down on the windshield, and I watched gray and green blur together and Paris Paloma screamed about all the work she’d done, and I screamed at God. 

Why don’t I have it, I yelled, Clarity or strength? I was too tired to listen to the silence and hear any kind of answer in it. I’ll go to confession tomorrow. I promised myself that on Wednesday, when I cried in the adoration chapel and then again in my car, after cashing a check for a babysitting gig I did two Fridays ago, because, again, all I am is numbers, so at least if the numbers go up so too do I. 

My hatred for numbers knows no bounds, and yet I am bound by them. At this rate of hating numbers, I’m going to become a socialist and eat bugs for the rest of my life. I will sit in the dirt and yell, like a small and angry dwarf, screeching at the top of my lungs whenever anyone offers me money, I don’t want that garbage! I’m an anarcho-socialist and we’re all going to hell! At least then, my university degree will have worked its course on me, and I will be what they all expected.

My little brother makes more money than I do, or ever will. I tend to think I am alright with that, until he’s laughing at the dinner table about cars he’s going to afford one day and someone glances at me as though they can read my mind and see the second of hopeless envy that I can’t quite turn off. Envy because it’s not mine, I don’t deserve it, I chose this, and I want what he has to happen to me. But I turn it off. Envy destroys you. I learned that in a class where all we did was read. 

My brother was once laughing about his mechanical technician degree at the table, saying that our grandmother told him that whatever he studied, be sure it wasn’t poetry. I don’t think he meant to drive a spear through my chest so hard. It wasn’t even him who did it. My grandmother has always cared about me. I chose her as my confirmation sponsor. I’ve always been so close to her. I know she thinks I’m not doing anything worthwhile, but it usually fades into the background when she asks about school and sees my eyes light up. I love it so much, I say, every time she asks, It’s so amazing. I was built for this. I was made for this. Don’t you understand? But she thinks studying poetry in college is as useless as gender studies or philosophy or underwater basket weaving or maybe pottery. However, with pottery, you can usually make a pot to sell on Etsy. 

My brother didn’t mean to hurt me that night at the dinner table, surrounded by my family who laughed. How was he supposed to know that a poetry degree and an English degree are basically the same thing? All I do is study poetry. Before people used the word literature, they referred to it all as poetry. “Don’t study poetry,” he said, “It’s not gonna get you anywhere.”

I didn’t say anything. I don’t know what I should have said. 

“You won’t get any girls,” my mother replied.

“Lord Byron would disagree,” I said, over a pork chop that was sucking all the moisture out of my mouth and a half-eaten salad. 

I did not cry at the dinner table. I cried later, alone in my bedroom that is only half mine. I haven’t made any money yet this summer, and my degree is quite pointless. Don’t study poetry. I sat alone and stared a the ceiling and wondered what all the self-destruction I do in its name is worth. 

Very little, and 40,000 US dollars in debt. 

It’s been raining since I realized my mother was projecting onto me. Her own restlessness was bleeding out of her and my exhaustion rises to meet her vigor. I know I’m meant to be young and full of life and passion, ready to face the world and meet it head on. All I want to do is sleep, drink water, and rot away. Drowning in a pond calls to me. Lying in the grass speaks my name. Pressing my face into the steering wheel of my car and sobbing is all I have energy for. Doing the backfloat out in the lake behind my house, turtles snapping at my hair and toes, brushing my hands out in the water lilies, feels preferable to any normal human feeling. 

Once in a while, I go stand out in the rain. It feels like I’m alive when I do that. I have to do it a lot in the school year. But also then it rarely rains. 

I thought maybe my mother would understand me more, when I saw her reading the prayer journal of Flannery O’Connor. I have never felt so horribly understood by any book in my life. But I don’t think she will. Because to understand me is to understand how I am not Flannery O’Connor. To look at me is to know all the ways in which I am infinitely lacking. 

But I made dinner tonight, even if no one will sit with me to eat it. I finished The Bell Jar. Sylvia Plath is my new friend, even if I don’t know what to think of her book. But then again, I never know what to think right when I first finish something. I took my sisters to youth group. I screamed in the car. I told my brother to have fun. I pretended to be brave and confident around my mother. I text my friend that I like screaming in cars.  She asks if she should add elves to her fantasy world. I say that I don’t think it’s necessary, but she should do what she wants. I watch it rain and eat my dinner. 

It’s been years since I’ve let it win like this. 

One must imagine Sisyphus happy. But I do not. I think his feet ached, his hands trembled, his muscles paining him with every step he took. Every time, I think, there was hope in his eyes as he reached the last few inches of that hill. Every time, I think, his heart beat a little faster and he wondered if maybe, just maybe, he’d do it this time, in the second before his grip slipped and the rock rolled back to the bottom of the hill. 

I wonder if Sisyphus ever sat down and cried.

[khodorkovskaya]

05.01.23

my parents are coming to my place tonight and im gonna surprise them with a three course fancy dinner! 😈 i love surprising people with gifts and nice things. it's the same feeling of mischief you would get if you were planning to prank someone but with better consequences. ive been chuckling to myself throughout the day like "heheheh they don't know what awaits them! mwahaha!"

i got two avocados on sale today and i have celery and left over lumpfish caviar. so for starters im gonna make some kind of fancy toasts i think. for the main dish im gonna make stir fried noodles with beef and vegetables bc my stepdad complains about not ever eating enough vegetables so he's gonna be v happy. i even bought wood ear mushrooms, his favourite! ahhh i just can't wait too see the look on his face when he's gonna see it! and for desert i got us strawberry swiss roll, my mum's gonna love it! im so excited!!!

anyway, isolating myself has been v fulfilling so far. ive been super burned out after the past couple of months. i have so many unopened messages on whatsapp and instagram and ive been ignoring all of my friends bc im just so tired... the only people i talk to are my bestie from france (who's taking a break from social media so i send her emails), my cousin and occasionally my zurich friend over messages and my parents irl. it's made me realise that the last time that i was alone with my own thoughts was when i was like what 13? enough of touching grass! i need to be alone and self reflect! bc all this time i was just so distracted by everything and everyone. and i really needed to stop letting things just happen to me and take a step back and think. and now is the perfect time to do that bc im working from home (and next month im gonna be working at the shop), i don't have to worry about B's needs and i don't have uni until mid february.

so i was thinking about why some people are obsessive and some aren't. maybe it has something to do with morals and values again. for example my london bestie has such a strong moral compass, i don't think ive ever met anyone else like that. ever since we were kids she'd always say things like "you don't do that" or "that's not how it's supposed to be". and ive always wondered how she knew these things. id pretend to be like her and also say "you don't do that" and pretend to be outraged at certain people's behaviours, but id never understand the why of any of it. she on the other hand always instinctively knew what was right and wrong, what should be done and what you "don't do". and i think that's why she fits in so well anywhere she goes. that's why she feels comfortable at her office job and can make friends. because it's what "you do". but i always feel like i need an explanation. and if im not given one then i do the things you're supposed to do but don't see any meaning in them and become unhappy.

it reminded me of how whenever we'd go for walks with B my mum and my bestie would often shake their heads in disapproval bc it's something "you don't do". my mum would often say "you can't just drop what you're doing and run to see him, you should value yourself". and i never understood what it meant. in my head it would be clear: B asks me to go for a walk and im not particularly busy and i enjoy walks with him => i say yes and join him.

this really stood out to me when we had a falling out with nik. we were in the middle of an argument in our groupchat and my bestie said something along the lines of "you don't do that" to him and he replied with "ok, i know you know what's right and what's wrong. it's just that in my mind, there's also what's logical and what's not.". and yeah, screw nik, but i think this message really shows the way people function. some instinctively know what's right and what's wrong, what you should and shouldn't do. and some need an explanation.

and back to the topic of obsession, my bestie is a very balanced person. she just instinctively knows things and with this knowledge she's never been drawn into any extremes. she's never been a hardcore die-hard fan of anything, she's never liked anything to the point of obsession. i, on the other hand, have been through i don't know how many obsessive phases. i always need to have a favourite thing in every single category of things. my notes app consists of endless lists of my favourite things: top 5 favourite foods (do i like chocolate better than cheese??), top 10 friends, list of my favourite family members etc etc. every single thing i engage with needs to be ranked and i can't just be chill about anything. i need to be consumed by what i consume, otherwise i don't feel it. and that includes love. i didn't just like B, i was obsessed. i was convinced that it was written in the stars, that every little coincidence we had was so much more than it was. id look at him and my head would start spinning.

maybe it's because some people are born empty and some are born full (born or brought up idk). ive always felt like an empty vessel that life just flows through. ive never had thoughts of my own or ideas i came up with by myself and didn't just steal from a book or a youtube video or while trying to act like someone else. and maybe that's why i become obsessed and feel the need to fill my natural emptiness with things i interact with. and others like my bestie, who are full with a natural understanding of life, don't have that much empty space in them to fill.

anyway, im finally in the process of developing thoughts of my own and trying to find my values. hopefully one day i'll be able to say "you don't do that" and really mean it and understand it. and make more valuable friends. and become a complete person.

[un2poken]

There is this girl I’ve been talking to for some time now(3 weeks 3 days) and I don’t know what it is but I really feel happy with her. I had been texting her nonstop and finally I got a response and when we spoke on the phone I was so nervous. I did more smiling at my phone in disbelief than I did talking. As the days went on I started to notice a few things about her. When she is excited about something you can hear it in her voice, she will match my energy, she loves to sleep but I think that’s because of her work. She’s very passionate about her job, and she is also a small business owner. She started back in October and it’s doing numbers already! She works so hard compared to those around her and the way that she gets treated bothers her. She is so kind, loving, and caring to everyone she comes in contact with, treating them like family. She knows no other way to live life, it’s inspiring.

Everyday with her just gets better and better. I found out that her favorite color is pink, literally, if it’s pink she loves it. She’s a flower girl but she doesn’t like sun flowers. She loves watching movies and if she has seen it and you haven’t, she will spoil it in the first five minutes. Every romantic movie, you name it, she’s watched it at least five times. She loves eating noodles for almost every meal. She walks around her house naked. Hello kitty, bratz, Barbie are her favorites. When she drives to work she has a little road rage. I’ve tried to figure out what her type of guy is that she likes and I realized she doesn’t have a type…all though she loves chocolate and I’m not talking candy. Her type in what she falls for is “love”, love in the purest form, it doesn’t matter what you look like, well they can’t be too pretty.

We sleep together on the phone(after only talking for 3weeks, crazy I know) because our time differences are so janky. I’ll wake up to the sound of my phone vibrating and I know it’s her. The sound of her sleeping is so adorable, whenever she moves she makes a small grunt noise and sometimes she says my name to see if I’m still there. Some days she’ll ask me “can I call you so we can sleep together” and I’m just smiling at my phone. I even catch myself waking up out of my sleep and just giving her a kiss through the phone. I know it seems weird but, I picture myself laying next to her and kissing her forehead or back when I do it.

I’ve been trying to get her to FaceTime me, she’s not a catfish I see pictures of her from time to time and damn…she can have my babies and all my money. Finally it happens for a little, she cut her camera on to slap me through the phone to stop blowing her kisses. She has the tiniest hands, and her hair is black like mine. She is just perfect!

I don’t know if I’m moving too fast but I think she is truly the one. I’m planning on going to see her in a couple months (80 days). If she is anything like who I’ve been getting to know on the phone, I might not ever go back home…

[walkinaroundtheuniverse]

Dumplings! Pyzy! Pampuchy!

so here i am,trying to rediscover what food i used to eat,

(yes it's like in the middle of the night, i woudn't do it normally)

and i wondered about pyzy.

now after googling, pyzy are made of potatoes. And kinda small. Which is what i tought they were but also not. So i started wondering what the other thing is. And after a bit of gooling.

It's pampuchy. Parowańce. or something like that. But most importantly. It's a dumpling. which makes me howl with laughter coz i tought it was just a steemed bun, but no, this is Poland, so ofc we will have dumplings. Big as fuck, but dumplings.

It also makes me giggle that english wikipedia uses name with polish letters but polish wiki doesen't :

^ that is from eng wiki

and this, below, is polish

oh my fucking god i just realised it's also called ruchańce. Which it makes it look like it's deriviated from ruchać. and ruchać means to fuck.

Also english wiki says it's also a dessert. Which. We just add sugar/cream/fruits to stuff whenever we like. You could try and make meat very sweet. (there is a meat dish with plums inside but it's still a dinner thing).

Also pyzy are:

As you can see, the right picture is the same as pampuchy XDD. But from my experience pampuchy get just some interesting souce, not really a filling.

Pyzy also don't have to have a filling

Man i love our dumpling culture and the fact that us making them sweet makes other people shrivel away. It's so funny coz sweet dumplings are SO GOOD.

Alright! All photos are taken from wikipedia cos i can't cook for shit and it's also middle of the night. I hope to learn that we have even more types of dumplings.

For any wierd wording, typos etc. i apologise (i mostly lurk and read in english, so i'm not very used to writng)

EDIT:

SO I ACTUALLY JUST DON'T READ?

WHY IS POLISH WIKI CATEGORIZING IT AS KLUSKI BUT ENGLISH LIKE DUMPLINGS

WHAT

IT'S LIKE? DIFFERENT COMPLETLY?

I MEAN SURE, BY THAT THEY AREN'T DUMPLINGS THEN

BUT LIKE

KLUSKI?

OK SO IT TURNS OUT I DON'T KNOW MY FOOD

NOT SURPRISING

so kluski are just fucked up dumplings, that's alright, we still love them

(i also deleted like a paragraph of yelling coz i can't read to save my life. The kluski are the wierd dumplings, not pierogi. uff)

If you can guess, im writing it as i read (or think lmao) i hope to laugh at this post more that i will cringe at it when i wake up.

To explain myself with kluski. It's what i called like the pasta in soup right. Kluski. On polish wiki sort of also shown like that:

(pasta, noodles and anthing else like that is called makaron in polish.)

I wanted to say that we have our dumplings figured out but i just got more confused the more i looked.

I wanted to say i learned a lot today, but now i just know for sure that i'm tierd. And may have wrote absolute silliness. WEll. whatever. had fun. Still sorry for any typos etc.

[soliloquyepistolary]

I’m open to any information you’re trying to bring to me

In the dream, KM asked to eat with me and I just agreed for some reason. We went to a nice restaurant and we ordered a plate of carbonara pasta, a huge cookie and something else I think. We were tossing up on what to order for awhile and I kept eyeing the cheese dip which I thought would be a nice indulgent option. I was about to tell her that I think I’m allergic to cheese since I seem to develop mucous whenever I eat a lot of it. The ginormous cookie came out first and it had a chocolate ganache dip on top and when the waiter bought it out he also dropped some other toppings on from a very hot pan. I cracked a piece and start to eat. I also remember slurping up the pasta and I was thinking about the piece of bacon on the end of the noodles I’d picked up with my fork and whether or not I was gonna eat it, I think I was. I felt quite relaxed and not nervous at all but we were talking but it didn’t quite flow. She would say something and then I would, but I wasn’t really replying to what she was saying and vice versa and we were talking over each other and it also felt like we see both trying to dominate the conversation and steer it and I ended up folding when she went to say something instead of interjecting, I just stopped talking so that I could her her finish what she was saying. I guess I was trying to elevate the conversation but at the same time, I couldn't do it with ease. But not even that, I wasn't able to connect to her energy and even respond to what she was saying at all. For some reason we kept moving between two tables, one that further in the restaurant, and a tablet that was nearer the entrance. I tried to talk to her about something a bit deeper, like really try to emotionally connect so I told her about how I wanted to buy mum a LV bag and I was was asking if it still meant I was a good person for taking part in an dark industry and I could feel myself trying to win her validation and she was quiet for a long time and didn’t really say anything.

And then the waiter was hitting on me hardcore really crossing boundaries he was coming on really strong and not taking no for an answer. There were other things that happened pertaining to this but I can't remember.

// For some reason today, I felt a tiny bit closer to KM.

[thatoneweebsworld]

Beel Vore Seven Minutes in Heaven

You reached into the small bag of folded paper, knowing that this would be your fate possibly for the evening. You pulled out a name, eyes shut. You somehow managed to pull out…

Beel. The massive, ever eating yet never satisfied, protective yet never harmful Beel. Your cheeks turned red, knowing what was most likely about to occur. Now way both of you were walking out of the spare room. It was now a decently known fact that you and the sixth-born were together and within the student council that Beel had quite a bit of a connection with you. However, his emotions have been coming to a head. It appeared as though he would finally have his chance. "MC, Beelzebub, seven minutes on the clock." Barbatos ushered you two into the spare room and closed the door. Just like everything else in the demon prince's residence, the space was simply luxurious. Only the best and softest pillows, the plushest carpet, the comfiest covers. Beel sat on the bed softly so as to try and not make it creak and destroy the current quiet. His efforts were in vain.

Warnings here on out: soft vore, Beel being the big boi he is, MC x Beel so its not all too awkward, I guess I could say comfort vore, definitely same size and yet g/t. Also demons being about a foot taller than humans making Beel like 7'6"

"MC, there's been something that I've been thinking about ever since we've started hanging out together more often." Your attention turned fully onto the currently soft-spoken demon. "What is it, big guy?"

"Well, you see, you always smell so delicious whenever I'm around you. It's... sometimes hard for me to keep myself in check." You cocked your head with the tiniest hint of confusion. You somewhat had an idea of where this might be going, but you still weren't completely sure. "What do you mean Beel?" The ginger's cheeks were then softly dusted with pink. "We have a pact. Pacts protect the makers from harming eachother which makes them easier to get out of bad situations. Like if I accidentally scratched you trying to fend off someone else, nothing could happen to you." This concept somehow felt reassuring. "And that means... absolutely anything I could do to you would never be able to happen." You nodded along with the line of logic. "So... could I maybe swallow you?" It took you a moment to process exactly what your partner was asking of you. "I'd... get you out again later but... I can't digest you." There was a rather long silence. The idea of being in a stomach was racing circles around your mind, specifically the avatar of gluttony's himself. You were about to completely shut down the whole endeavor and walk out of the bedroom when a thought crossed your mind. Maybe, just maybe, Beel would finally feel full. With that in mind you agreed.

"MC... thanks. It's been so long since I've been allowed to even taste a human... and you've smelled amazing..." Beel suddenly appeared so much larger than you. Nothing had changed, neither of you were bigger or smaller than before, context just changed the way you looked at him. His entire outfit was slowly fading in color towards the slightly glossy leather look associated with his starvation-induced rampages. His hands grasped you by the hips and lifted you into the air, promptly gulping down your legs like noodles. Even though it seemed at though you should have been unable to fit in his mouth, down you went. You squeaked when your head entered his mouth and your legs passed the sphincter into his pit of a stomach. This was where Beel lavished you. You dangled in limbo between his mouth and stomach. He controlled when he would allow you to go all the way down, free you from the somewhat strong grip of his esophagus. His tongue teased your ears, your lips, your neck, your cheeks, anywhere it could reach. after about a minute Beel tilted his head back and with one last strong swallow down you went.

It was a rather smooth trip to the stomach of the demon albeit somewhat disorienting. Almost no light entered the space you were curled up in. The only reference points for direction were Beel's heartbeat and the loud purrs rising from his throat. Your whole world shifted as Beel presumably laid back onto the lavish bed kindly provided, hand now on top of you. "You tasted even better than you smelled... and for once... I feel like I don't need anything more to fill me out." The juices you sat in splashed gently around you as you shifted to get comfortable. Once you found a position you liked, propped up against the inside wall to be exact, you reached out to rub at the demon from the inside. The moment your hand touched his stomach a sigh rose and released above you. Beel was satisfied. "This has to be what feeling full is like... in heaven we were always provided for, never hungry. Here... it's a bit of a struggle for me." He chuckled a little. "But... now there's this new feeling." He rubbed right over your hand and you could practically feel the warmth from his blushing run through his whole body. His heart pumped just a little faster. You could feel the tension in his skin and knew that he had to look at least a decent bit rounded out and lumpy from the outside. This did wind up making the situation a bit tense when Barbatos punctually opened the door. "MC, Beel, your time is- Beel, did you swallow MC?" He guiltily nodded. "I'm ok Barbatos, it's comfy in here anyways." If only you could have seen the puppy like smile that followed your comment. This would not be the last time you made Beel feel full.

[qsphyxias]

𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

if you read yaoi/bl as a straight (cis) woman, do not interact! i am serious, i have blocked so many people, and am very uncomfortable at this point! leave me alone!

synopsis ; reader always felt like he was always the second priority and unimportant to people, but kirishima proves him wrong

warnings ; male (he/him) reader, angst, short and a bit rushed because i was crying while writing this and it was just random inspiration so kinda no plot, hurt/comfort fic, idk what to describe what s/o is feeling? maybe like- feelings of unworthiness or something? idk reader is just sad, fluff at the end, mention of marriage.

note; no one's ever thought about me, this realization hit me today. no one ever cared, no matter what i did for them or what i did for myself, it was never enough. but that out of the way, this goes out to all those sad hoes out there that feel the same!

words ; 0.6k +

⊱ ───── {⋅𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗹 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗲 - 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗲𝘀𝗲⋅} ───── ⊰

"oh! s/o! i forgot to show you something, i saw this meme a week ago, and it totally reminded me of you! all i could think about all week, was showing you! god, it sucks that exams took us apart for so long."

"but at least i get to hang out with you now!" kirishima smooched you quick on the lips before pulling away and scrolling his album for the meme he saved, taking tiny peaks at your facial expression to make sure you were still invested. he giggled, murmuring something about how the cat looked just like you when you were eating those fire noodles— before he paused, phone slipping out of his limp hands unknowingly as he noticed your distracted expression.

he crawled over to your side, grasping your hand with his rough one to try and bring you back to earth. "why do you look so sad, s/o? did i do something wrong?"

turns out you had zoned out the moment you realized what his words meant. "no. it's just that- well, i didn't think i was the type of person you'd think about." you laughed weakly, swiping the tears that broke your smile.

"what? of course i think about you, you're my boyfriend! and even if you weren't—which i don't think either of us should even think about because we are such a great couple and that would be a tragedy— you're still someone who would definitely occupy my brain 24/7, i mean, look at you! you're a straight-up hottie!"

"c'mere you." kirishima spoke, tone softening as he saw your features break.

you crawled over to him, pushing your head into his stomach as you made an absurd noise. "i'm sorry, 'm not usually like this." you sniffled, eyelashes uncomfortably pushing against your eyelids as you burrowed further into kirishima's torso.

draping his arms on your back, he relaxed and fell back onto the pillows behind him, bringing you down with him.

he craned his neck down to kiss your hair, "pup, you have no idea how much i think about you every single day." he emphasized, words as strong as his resolve.

"you're my motivation to literally do anything ever. whenever i'm having a bad day, i think about you. when i'm not? i'm still thinking about you. the real challenge is thinking about anything else." he grinned as you made the effort to peak up from your spot on his chest.

suddenly though, his smile fell in realization, and he dramatically draped an arm over his eyes, sighing loudly from his lips that curved into a small goofy smile—an indication he was joking. "damn it, s/o. i was saving these for my vows!"

he whined and huffed, blowing air straight into your forehead. "great, now i'm going to have to find new stuff to say when we get totally hitched." kirishima rubbed his hands up and down your back as he pretended to be in thought. "eh, shouldn't be that hard; since you're constantly giving me more things to love about you everyday."

you rolled your eyes at his cheesy remark, a small smile shining through your gloominess.

"like how you even look cute when you cry! there! that's one!" kirishima excitedly pointed at your face, genuinely proud of himself for spotting that one out so quickly.

you laughed, as your cheekbones got a little redder—and this time, not from crying.

"kiri, god- you always know what to say. i fucking love you."

kirishima let out a weird, high-pitched giggle before laughing even harder at his own laugh, reaching down to cradle your face and kiss your lips, so he'd muffle his own horse-like laughter.

"nah, that's not it, you're the one that makes it so easy to love you."

⊱───── ❝ thank you for reading! ❞ ─────⊰

[lo-frequency]

Hi I love your blogand your writinh so much it's so good!

Could I request a shoto/denki and toga x chubby reader (if you're not comfortable writing with toga you can just to denki and shoto) thanks!

Fortunately for you, anon, I did them all! (and it's kinda long, so my bad lol) Also, there's mention of insecurity in Toga's, but it quickly turns to fluff. As always, please enjoy!

Denki

-Believe it or not, Denki was nervous to confess to you because he was afraid of being rejected. You’re so cute and cool and that he was sure there’s no way you actually returned his feelings. It was worth a shot, tho. So imagine his joy when you said you felt the same way :)

-Rants about you all the time to his friends, to the point where they feel like they know you personally before you’ve even met. They also get to hear all the tmi stories about what the two of you do alone, because he can’t help himself (if they don’t walk away first, lol).

-He knew you looked squishy before, but couldn’t believe how soft your skin was when he finally got to hold you. It was almost unfair. He often finds himself caressing your skin mindlessly whenever you’re close together, hand always ghosting across your arm or hand (or your thigh ;) ).

-Lays back on you to play video games, his head cushioned by your pillowy chest and the rest of his body situated between your legs as you watch him play. Play in his hair or rub his arms and he will fall asleep. The tingly feeling he gets when cuddling with you is his favorite kind of electricity.

-Zaps your butt “by accident”

-Easily flustered, but he tries to play it off with his cool act. Just kiss his cheek or tell him he’s handsome and watch him ramble about knowing he’s “irresistible” until he flushes red up to his ears.

-Denki can be pretty corny at times but he does have his serious moments, mostly when you two are alone together. He shows you what’s beneath his goofy facade, a boy with dreams and aspirations just like everyone else. After seeing this side of him, it’s a little irritating to hear people reduce him to an idiot (although he does have his moments 💀)

-Them thighs tho 😏 “Dang babe, you been working out?” “Not really, Kaminari” He clucks his tongue. “Sheesh, imagine being that thicc...naturally” he says, shaking his head as if it were a shame.

-Truly believes he has the best s/o in the whole school. Does not take offense to being called a simp 🤷🏾‍♀️.

-Wasn’t aware of it at first, but became super attracted to people with your same body type. His eyes always lingered on them in public, and he couldn’t help but think they were kinda hot (sorry, y/n)

-Very affectionate, but loves to receive as much as give, so please give this man plenty of kithes and hugs, he gets the shakes if he doesn’t get his daily dose of Y/n love.

-Y’all are so silly together, always cracking jokes or giggling about something. You eventually develop a similar sense of humor, and have so many inside jokes people can’t decipher your conversation. If anybody has anything negative to say about y’all: Denki puts his hand over his earpiece and says to you (from right next to him) “Pikachu to Big Sexy, I’m picking up some negative vibes on the radar, do you copy?” And you, holding your hand up to your own ear, say “Affirmative, doing a diagnostic scan...it’s a hater, confirmed.” Cue the obnoxious laughter, lmaoo

-Never forgets the anniversaries or relationship milestones. He even remembers the date of yall’s first kiss, and thinks about it every time the date passes (although he wouldn’t tell you that tho, that would be too sappy, even for him).

Shoto

-The way you and Shoto became acquainted was a little unorthodox. You fell on him during a training session one day, and the feeling of your soft body pressed against his was a new experience for him, to put it mildly. Shoto stood up from it a changed man. Call it an awakening, if you will.

-You were a little put off by all his staring since that incident, thinking he didn’t like you despite all your profuse apologies. But after Izuku dropped hints that it was probably fascination rather than contempt, your relationship progressed smoothly from there (thanks mostly to your efforts, since Shoto had no clue how to approach you).

-Shoto still had a staring problem once y’all became official, too. Whenever you asked him what he was looking at, he was not ashamed to tell you exactly why: you are too fine not to stare (ok, maybe he didn’t say it exactly like that)

-Not overly affectionate in public, but has a tendency to always stand or sit close to you whenever he can. Just sharing the same space is intimate to him.

-Sharing a bowl of soba noodles 💕

-Buys you expensive gifts all the time, and loves to see you using them. Especially if it’s clothes, it’s like a piece of him is always with you even when you’re not together (plus, it shows you’re all his ;) ).

-Now, I’m gonna tell y’all a little secret. It’s pretty shocking, so be warned: Shoto sometimes pretends to be oblivious when you hint at wanting affection, just to make you beg for it. Maybe you brush your hand against his, and he moves it. Or maybe he saw you lean for a kiss and he casually turns the other way just to hear you complain. He likes it, makes him feel wanted.

-Devious, I know, but just get even 😏

-When y’all are alone, he loves when you hold him close and just sit there, peacefully enjoying each other’s presence. He also likes to lay on your lap while reading a book or watching tv with you, slowly nodding off as you comb your fingers through his hair.

-Obsessed with you, but not in an unhealthy way, it’s just that you’ve become such a big part of his life that he kinda...thinks about you all the time. Shoto is canonically not very talkative, but I think that with you, he’d open up more about his true thoughts and feelings. So when he shoots you that blank stare when his classmates are up to some bull, you know exactly what it means.

-Also revels in knowing you that well, too. He’d flex how much he knows about you to the other people and sometimes unintentionally embarrasses you in the process

-For example: “Here Y/n, a cherry popsicle just for you!” Shoto immediately hands you some napkins before adding “Y/n doesn’t usually eat cherry popsicles, they always drop the red juice on their clothes.” Like gee, good looking out Shoto...thanks for telling the whole class I can’t eat without messing up my clothes 💀. He’s sweet tho, he has good intentions.

Toga

-She made it very clear from the beginning that she liked you, and with how smitten she was, who were you to refuse her (aggressive) advances?

- She thought your plump figure was just so cute, one of the cutest things she’d ever seen, and she quickly developed an unhealthy obsession with squeezing your chub.

-When you two are together, Toga is always attached to you in some way, whether she’s hanging off your arm or has her arms looped around your shoulders.

-Starts to eat the same foods you eat, borrow your clothes all the time, listen to your favorite artists, whatever way she could become closer to you

-Writes you love letters or sends you cute text messages all the time, you’re always on her mind, even when she’s on missions. “My Y/n is wayy cuter than you! Let’s get this over quick so I go back to them, ok? 🥰 🔪🔪”

-I know y’all were waiting for this...she most definitely uses her quirk on you. Toga loves you so much, she wants to become you. So one day, you finally allow her to give it a try.

-She tells you to close your eyes, and when she gives you permission to open them, you find yourself staring...yourself in the face. And you do not like it 🤢. There’s something so strange about seeing yourself in 3rd person, in all dimensions. Is this how you look to her, all the time? You quickly lose interest in this little charade, looking everywhere but at yourself as Toga prances around doing sexy poses in your body and giggling. However, when she sees your reaction, she stops.

- “Hm? What’s wrong, Y/n?” she asks with a tilt of (your) her head. You glance at yourself, then look away again. “This is so weird. I don’t like looking at myself” you say, grimacing at the slight bounce and jiggle of your body when she walks toward you.

-In Toga’s eyes, you were absolutely adorable. In fact, she was getting a little hot and bothered just taking peeks at herself (you) in the mirror. She’s used to feeling you up for sure, but being you was a whole other experience. Though, she can understand your insecurity. After all, it’s hard to live in a world that constantly tells you your true self is abnormal. She knows from experience.

-So, she comes up to you with a flirty grin on her face...and starts showering you with kisses, in your body! You start to protest, weirded out by the feeling of your own lips on your cheeks but she would not relent. Toga was determined to show you what being loved (by you) felt like from her perspective, with your irresistible “imperfections” and all 💕

Thanks for tuning in! :)