#thanks for making this... lots of food for thought

[thebibliosphere]

Just a curious question, but would this be a good time to bring up buying local? Not that it hasn't always been a good thing to buy local, but like, it almost sounds like getting food from a nearby farmer's market would be safer than a grocery store. I know there are some contaminates to still worry about but idk... spitballing ideas

thanks for any thoughts or insights and lots of support your way during this clusterfuck

Buying local is always a good idea provided it’s an option.

I’m aware a lot of my followers live in food deserts or on extremely restricted income, so I don’t always jump to just cheerfully saying “just buy local/just go to the farmers market!” because I know some people genuinely can’t.

Same with people saying “grow your own it’s actually super easy.” Even when they suggest more accessible means of gardening, it isn’t accessible for everyone, especially to those of us with energy limiting disabilities where getting out of bed can sometimes be impossible.

They are good suggestions, just not always accessible. Which raises a good point: community.

If you have the means to garden or take trips to local farmers markets, check with your friends, family and neighbors to see if they need help accessing food. Some might not be physically able to make the trip to the farmers market, but may have the money for you to buy things for them or to compensate you.

We used to buy from a cooperative with my in laws to get things like fresh fruit and vegetables from the local farmers market. We may go back to this provided we can afford it.

It might seem awkward to ask your friends and neighbors about such things, but if we want community, we’ve got to be the people who build it. And the only way we’re getting through this is by helping each other.

[rebelssvy]

idol pt. 2!! ✧.*

idol reader x pro hero bakugo

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part one link here.

summary: fluff !!! you and him bump into eachother on a late night snack run.

alr have an idea for pt. 3… lmk if i should continue

after the ceremony, bakugou hadn’t really left your mind at all. it was safe to say you were a constant thought in his head too.

though you hadn’t seen or talked to him since, you kept looking forward to him maybe reaching out to you.

it had been about 2 weeks since, you didn’t blame his lack of communication. you were both busy. but you started becoming a little obsessed. watching videos of him saving people, interviews. anything you could find you watched.

it was now around midnight and you had grown hungry in your hotel bed. it was a unspoken forbidden rule to go out without a body guard so late at night. but after checking your pantry you couldn’t resist. grabbing layers and layers of all your dark clothes you pulled them onto your frame. finishing your look with the usual mask and baseball cap.

you didn’t mind getting recognized, but you knew if you saw someone that has bad intentions… you didn’t even want to imagine what could happen.

pushing your fears aside you walked out the hotel lobby and onto the cold pavement. the street lights were dim, but you kept your head down. maps said you had about a five minute walk to the closest 7/11. though it was so late there was still a lot of people out on the town.

after a good five minute walk you had made it to the glorious glowing lights filled with your favorite snacks. still keeping an of-putting demeanor, you entered the store. within seconds you had an armfull.

“hey babe. what’s with all the clothes hiding that pretty body?” a new voice startled you. blanking you looked up to see who was saying such a thing. you of course didn’t recognize him. but he looked… weird. like the people your mom told you to avoid when you were younger.

ignoring him you walked to the cashier, putting your stuff on the counter top.

he followed you, “hey don’t ignore me..” he laughed. closing in on you. you knew you had to get him off your back but you didn’t know how.

turning around about to let yourself have a moment of weakness. the sight you saw shocked you. a man dressed far to similar to you, had grabbed your stalker and had him held down.

“say that shit again and i swear to fucking god i’ll kill you here and now. be a real man and kick rocks” though he was covered in a costume, you could make out that voice anywhere.

it wasn’t long at all before the other man ran of the store scared for his life.

“i could’ve handled it…” you grumbled before adding, “but thank you..king dynamight murder.” laughing at the end of your sentence he looked at you startled.

blankly his eyes stared into yours. he was confused.

pulling your mask down you smiled and said “don’t worry. it’s y/n, but don’t tell anyone.” in a hushed voice.

more shocked then he was before he let out a sigh of relief and shook his head. “god..” was all he said before stepping infront of you. putting his food on the table and putting his card forward. “i’m paying for all of this.”

wow.. what a gentleman.

walking out of the store he carried all of your stuff together in his hands. breaking the ice you joked with him,

“i would’ve thought you would have asked me out by now.. with how interested you seemed that night.”

it was silent for a second.

“i didn’t know if idols dated…” he was hushed. calm.

“i would date you. i started to think hero’s don’t date.” you laughed before taking a step to the way of your hotel. he followed without question.

you walked one minute in silence. though you were scared of what he was going to say, you were also comfortable.

“y/n…” for being so loud he sure seemed quiet around you. “i would like to take you out sometime. you can’t say no.” firm he said to you. it was a promise.

“okay. seems like i can say no.” you joked and laughed. then tugging on his arm to grab some of your chips out of the bag.

you two walked to your hotel, every word that came out of your mouth was followed with a giggle. you felt giddy.

once you got to the entrance you leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“thank you for keeping me safe, bakugou.”

“katsuki.” he corrected you.

“have a good night, kats.” turning you walked to the doors of the building.

“6pm, tomorrow i’ll be here to pick you up. it’s a date.” he shouted out to you.

“okay!! i’ll be ready. goodnight!!” you hollered back at him, while entering the building.

god what was this feeling.

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[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reacting to their s/o wrongly accusing them

Request: hiii could i request heavy angst where svt argue with their s/o over a misunderstanding but they find out that they were wrong and have to grovel? i love ur writing!!

A/N: Awh, that's so sweet of you 💓 means a lot, THANK YOU for reading my writing!! Anyway, the hardest part here was to think about the scenarios and I don't think I have enough brain power anymore 😭

Seungcheol: You accused him of spending too much time with his female staffer and implied he was being too close. He didn’t defend himself, but just stared at you, hurt in his eyes. Days later, you find out they were planning a surprise anniversary trip for you. You break down in guilt, texting, calling, crying in front of his dorm until he finally opens the door, jaw clenched, saying, “I was just trying to love you better.”

Jeonghan: You find a receipt for a jewelry store and assume he bought something for someone else. You lash out. He’s silent. Then he shows you the necklace meant for your birthday, still in his coat pocket. You go speechless. He turns away, quietly muttering, “You really think so little of me?” You spend a week trying to win him back because he's not all that easy when you questioned his loyalty.

Joshua: You told him he’s too passive, too quiet, like he doesn’t care. He listens, and then, for the first time, he yells; not because he’s angry, but because he’s hurt. That really hurt him. You realize you mistook calmness for indifference. You find him in the studio days later, leaving notes, meals, and finally a tearful voice memo: “I was wrong. Please let me make it right.”

Jun: You walked out mid-argument after accusing him of not prioritizing you. He waited the whole night. Didn’t sleep. Then you find out he missed his filming because he had taken off to surprise you with lunch earlier, but you weren’t home. You sob when you see the untouched food. It takes weeks before he can look at you the same.

Hoshi: You said he was too busy for you, always in the practice room, probably not even thinking about you. He doesn’t say much, but that night you find the letter he was writing for you, tucked in his bag. You feel like the worst person alive. You try everything to reach him. He finally says, “If I matter to you, you’ll wait like I waited.” He just wanted you to trust him :(

Wonwoo: You assumed the worst and thought he was pulling away because he was bored with you. But he was planning to ask your parents for their blessing. You find the messages, the research tabs for rings, and suddenly the silence from him makes sense. You leave sticky notes, long texts, send books with little apologies tucked in. He opens your last message and finally says: “I wanted forever. Did you?”

Woozi: You were upset he didn’t introduce you to his producer friends. You say he’s keeping you a secret. He slams his phone down, angry tears in his eyes, “I’m trying to protect you from this industry.” Turns out he was right; one of those friends was a known leaker. You find yourself knocking at his door late at night, heart in your throat, asking for a second chance.

Dokyeom: You misinterpret his kindness to a fan as romantic interest and blow up at him after an event. His face crumbles. “I thought you knew me better than that.” The silence from him is unbearable. You cry while holding one of his plushies, sending voice messages until he responds with a short: “Are you ready to actually talk now?”

Mingyu: In front of his other idol friends, you accused him of being selfish for spending too much time in the gym instead of with you. The car ride home is silent. Then he whispers, “You know I go there because it’s the only place I feel enough.” You’re destroyed with guilt. You cook for him, apologize profusely, and cry in his arms when he finally hugs you back.

Minghao: You questioned if his affection was performative because he acts distant in public. He freezes, then says, “I thought you understood who I am.” You realize he’s always been more private, and you just hurt him by expecting him to change. You write him a letter in Mandarin. He doesn’t respond for days; then shows up, holding it, eyes glassy.

Seungkwan: You accused him of being dramatic just to get your attention during a breakdown. You didn’t realize how much he was struggling, how sincere he was. You later find his journal where he wrote, “I wish she saw how hard I try.” You cry while hugging his hoodie, trying to call him, telling him, “I was wrong, I’m sorry, I didn’t see it then but I do now.”

Vernon: You found a girl’s earring in his car and accused him before he could explain. Turns out it belonged to his sister, who borrowed his car the day before. He shuts down. “I don’t want to be in a relationship where I constantly have to prove myself.” You spend days sending him playlists, flowers, letters, photos, until he texts: “Come over. Let’s talk.”

Dino: You told him he wasn’t mature enough to be in a relationship with you after a minor fight. You didn’t mean it, but he took it to heart [obviously]. He stops texting, stops showing up. You realize you cut him where it hurt most; his need to be taken seriously. You apologize at the dance studio, murmuring, “I never should’ve said that.” He looks at you and says, “Then prove it.”

[mikkomacko]

one time mob nico tells reader that Siegs asked him to babysit, but really he asked siegs to let him babysit so he could practice being good with kids. she was never supposed to find out, but when she tells siegs to just ask her next time, he tells her the truth and she thinks its so cute that nico would do that.

It starts with Nico just holding the baby all the time. You knew he was paternal, had seen the way he gets protective over the boys, the way he loves them. So you’re not actually surprised when Nico ends up with the baby in his arms every time Jonas and Nola come around.

And he’s always b-lining straight for you, the softest little smile on his dimples cheeks as he approaches. Then he’s crowding into you so you can get a good look at the baby too, bundled up all small and cute in his large arms.

“Look at that little nose,” he says, voice just a whisper, a tone you’ve only ever heard him use when speaking to you.

All soft and prodding, almost like his breath has been taken away.

“Perfect little button nose,” you murmur, and it happens exactly like that almost everytime. Him going all mushy over one of the baby’s features with you.

Then it’s the baby-sitting. Once the baby is old enough, has all its shots and is ok being away from Jonas and Nola, you and Nico are the go to babysitters for every date night, every little break they need.

At first you just think it’s because you and Nico are the only married couple around with no kids of your own. You’re reliable and they know your house is safe, even overly so sometimes.

And Nico is always so happy to have Baby Siegs around. Bouncing them around in his arms in the kitchen while you make dinner, blowing raspberries into their cheeks or tickling their little feet.

Walking around the house and pointing at photos of himself, “Nee-co,” he says, “can you say Nico yet?” Then he’ll point to you, say your name just as slow for the baby.

“Don’t worry kid, you’ll get it.” He assures when they just stare at him.

And the way he looks at you when you’re holding the baby. Sometimes it’s almost like he’s frozen, rooted to his spot and just taking you in. When you’re changing a diaper, feeding them bits of baby food, holding them on your hip when they just won’t stop crying and trying to hum them to sleep.

“You’re good at that,” he says quietly, “making them calm down.”

It’s flusters you a bit, makes your heart do a big swoop in your chest and your ears go hot. He’s talking to you the same way he does the baby, when he’s admiring their ten toes and ten fingers, tickling over their arm rolls.

Like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.

“Thanks,” you mumble, then duck down to the baby. “Did you hear uncle Nico? Isn’t he sweet? Yeah you already know that, though. You spend all day snuggled up with him huh?”

You don’t put a lot of thought into it. Nico has a big heart, you know that. So you’re not surprised that he wants the baby around, that he’s so caring with them. That he thoroughly enjoys playing house with you and the baby.

It’s not until you’re out at lunch with Nola and the baby that you realize Nico has been doing more than just saying ok when they need a babysitter.

“Is Nico planning on stealing my baby again this weekend?”

You laugh, glancing over the sleeping bundle in their stroller. “No, not unless you really want him to. Though don’t think too hard on that, I’m excited to have a Saturday with just him.”

And Nola’s making a face at you, head tilted questioningly. “What do you mean?”

“Oh,” you gasp, “don’t get me wrong we love babysitting for you and getting to help out. And we adore the baby, but you two have been stealing my husband too ya know? He never puts them down when we babysit.”

Like a lightbulbs gone off in her head, Nola perks up, gasping excitedly as she swats at your leg. “Oh you don’t know!”

“Know what?”

Her smirk has gone all sly. “Nico asks us to babysit.”

You pause, shaking your head in confusion. “What? No he hasn’t.”

“Yes he has,” she giggles, sipping her tea. “At least once a week he corners Jonas at work, begs to have the baby for a day.”

Which is weird, because Nico always told you that Jonas is the one asking, begging you to watch the baby.

“Oh girl,” Nola sings, knowingly “what’s Nico up to?”

You get the chance to ask him two days later when you’re getting ready for bed, rubbing moisturize into your face and he’s spitting toothpaste into the sink.

“Jonas is bringing the baby over Thursday night,” he tells you, white foamy toothpaste on his lips. You finish with your moisturizer, sneaking around behind him as he bends over to spit again.

Running your hands up his bare back, you wait until he’s standing to lean into his shoulder. “No,” you say sweetly, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade. Rising to your toes, you meet his confused gaze in the mirror.

“What do you mean no?”

You press your cheek to his skin, smiling gently. “I mean no. We have plans Thursday.”

He frowns. “What plans?”

“Plans that involve only you and me and the new bottle of lube in your drawer.”

His whole body stiffens, eyes widening with interest. “Yeah? Well that bottle can wait until after right?”

Giggling, you shake your head and he sighs, his shoulders drooping.

“Nico baby,” you murmur, taking a hold of his side, digging your fingers into soft muscle. “Why do we babysit so much?”

He shrugs, mumbling, “I like having the baby here.”

Your heart swells, overcome by how sweet the man in front of you is. Even so you’re not willing to give up a long weekend at home with him, a long weekend you can spend entirely out of clothes. Which you haven’t done in quite some time.

You should feel bad maybe, but you’re a woman with needs and you’ve been used to having a more than willing husband.

“I do too,” you assure, “but I think Nola misses her baby.”

His head drops down, you barely catching the grimace on his face as he hides his expression away. “She told you huh?”

“Yeah she did,” you giggle, pecking another kiss to his shoulder. “You could’ve just told me,” you tell him, “you know I wouldn’t tell you no.”

Nico huffs, and you easily lift his arm so you can step around to the front of him, squished between his body and the counter.

“I don’t know, I didn’t want you to think I was weird or anything. For wanting the baby here.”

Cooing, you dip your head down to catch his gaze. “That’s not weird,” you laugh, “lying to your wife is weird.”

He pouts, “I wasn’t lying. I just didn’t expand.”

You press a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. And then his collar bone and his neck, up his scruffy chin and finally to his lips.

“I love that you want to take care of the baby. But I also love when you want to take care of me first.”

His lips curl into an amused smile, that bashfulness of his tone morphing into something more cocky. “Is that it? Think I’ve been neglecting you baby?”

“Mhm,” you hum, pecking his lips again. “M’not ready to share you all the time yet.”

“Yet?” He repeats, a lilt in his voice. You can tell where this is hinting at, the conversation you two haven’t had in a while. Not extensively like you did all those years ago before things got serious beyond return.

“Yet,” you repeat carefully. “One day, but not yet.”

He kisses you, making a little humming noise of agreement that tickles your lips. And that promise is enough for him, enough for now.

[littlelambscandyland]

Hello! I've seen that your requests are open so if it's alright, is it okay if you write platonic yandere Tenth Doctor with a teen companion whom he just sees as his little one? And teen reader got so creeped out and tries to leave the TARDIS and him which in turn made the doctor forced to keep them in the TARDIS (kidnapping) with a special room already prepared for them Incase they tried to leave and it's basically a nursery where he would try to force the reader to age regress because in his words, reader is too young to make such assumptions and shouldn't be by herself.

Anyway thank you!

I'm literally living for this request rn. I really do think that the Tenth Doctor is a delusional yandere and I really love this concept and tying that in a little. I still feel new to writing for Doctor Who so I hope I characterized him properly. I hope you enjoy the story!

Surprise

^^Live reaction of when reader said she was going to leave^^

It's not that you didn't care for the Doctor, you just had to leave. It was all just too much. Every moment, every touch just felt wrong. Felt off. It was like he saw something that wasn't actually there when he looked at you. So you packed your bags, and you know he isn't happy about it, but you had to leave. Maybe you were overthinking, but you didn't think so. You thought this through, and things were weird.

Eventually, the little things just pile up. A few examples include...

Just the other day the Doctor insisted, in public, that you couldn't possibly understand how to feed yourself the food. Eventually you gave up fighting and were left with the alien hand feeding you in the middle of the foreign restaurant.

He's constantly explaining things to you like you were a toddler. Of course you thought he did that with all humans, but when he interacted with others, like Donna, he spoke to them like an adult. Yeah, you're a teen, but you're not a toddler, and you are definitely not stupid.

Another thing is, the Doctor insists on carrying you around places. He'll suddenly ask if you're tired then start carrying you around with his freaky alien strength.

You noticed he always pushes people away from you. Anytime someone tries to talk directly, unless it's one of the other companions, he stands between the two of you and dominates the conversation. It's quite isolating.

One time, during a particularly long adventure, he kept introducing you to people as his kid. Once again, he easily explained it was for the cover, but the way he acted and the way he said it felt deeper. The Doctor kept you by his side that entire trip; quite literally, as he held you on his hip half the time you were there.

Maybe it was just in his nature. You don't know anything about aliens, but you can't handle the oddities anymore. You need your life back without a lanky man, alien, dude trying to dote on you.

You didn't have too much to pack, most of your stuff was provided by the TARDIS. Of course, you wanted to take some more with you, but it just didn't feel right. You did pack some of the little trinkets the Doctor had gotten you over the past few months. Was it a few months or was it years? You haven't aged, so you're almost certain it's only been a few months, but then again, it feels like it's been a lot longer. You shake your mind clear and continue packing.

You throw your final outfit into your bag and zip it up. A sigh passes your lips as you sit on your bed. You feel terrible for leaving, you feel exhausted, you feel nervous, and you feel kinda liberated. You'll miss going on adventures, and you'll miss the Doctor. You just have to live your own life. You have to grow up, and it seems like he doesn't want you to do that.

A light knock startles you. Looking up you see the Doctor peeking his head inside nervously. You're glad he doesn't seem as upset as he was earlier when you told him you wanted to go home. You watch as he looks around your room. Seeing all the trinkets missing from your shelf and the suitcase on your bed he deflates a bit. Did he not realize you were serious? Watching the sad look in his eyes you assume he was more just hoping you weren't.

"All ready to go?" He holds an incredibly sad smile.

Guilt eats at your gut. "Yeah..."

The alien looks around one more time before clasping his hands with a forced enthusiastic smile. "Wonderful!" The Doctor looks at you for a second. "Well before you go I do have one last thing to show you."

You hesitate for a moment.

"C'moon one more mini adventure before you're off!" He smiles, almost devilishly. "We don't even have to leave the TARDIS."

"An inside adventure." You muse with a small smile. It wouldn't hurt. You couldn't lie, you were curious.

The Doctor holds his hand out to you with a bright smile. Slightly giddy, you grab his hand and let him lead you out of your room. Now that you think of it, that's another thing he enjoyed, he was always holding your hand. You both walk down the halls of the TARDIS in a silence that was much less awkward than earlier. The Doctor's mood already seems to have lifted from earlier.

After a few minutes you start to wonder more frequently where the two of you were walking. You always forget how big the TARDIS really is.

"What are showing me anyways?"

The Doctor smiles back at you. You always did look at him with stars in your eyes. "It's a surprise."

"Ugh, lame!" You jokingly complain.

Eventually you end up near a pretty familiar looking door. It was the Doctor's bedroom. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You've been in there once or twice before. Your most prominent memory was when you were sick and the alien insisted on having you stay with him instead of sleeping alone.

"Why are we here?" You question again.

"Still a surprise." He leans down with a slight playful whisper.

He opens the door, swinging it open with a playful "Allons-y" and a gesture to go in. You roll your eyes at him, but follow in anyways. Waiting for him to direct you, you take a second to look around. The room looks as nice as you remember. It was the stars randomly placed that really interested you. The different decorations take your attention for a few seconds.

"Little Star?" The Doctor calls to you.

You were waiting for him to finally call you one of his random nicknames again. Either way, you draw your attention back to him. He grins wider as he points at a door. A door you don't remember being there before, but then you've never really investigated the Doctors room before.

"Well... Open it." He says with a dramatic push.

You grin, he really thought you were gonna make it easy on him. "What if I don't want to?" You challenge.

The doctor quickly falls into a playful scowl. "Oh, you know you want to."

You giggle at the goofy face he makes.

"C'moon!"

You laugh again before opening the door. Once again, your face scrunches with confusion when you walk through the door. You're greeted with a very colorful, very pastel room. No, not just a room, it was very obviously a nursery. Some of the items seemed off size-wise, like the crib was much too big for a baby and the princess dresses hanging on the rack wouldn't fit a child.

You're a bit frozen in place as you try to figure out just exactly why the Doctor wanted to show you this. Frozen as you try to figure out what exactly this is. When you shake out of it, you turn to look at him. Creepily, he's just staring at you with a big smile.

Seeing your confused face he frowns just a bit. "Don't you like it?"

"It's a nursery right?" He nods. "Then, why would I like it?" You're almost angry with the situation and the confusion he's causing.

Really you're just scared to be proven right. Scared to be proven his actions were far from normal.

"Well it's yours!" His laugh borders hysterics. A nervous, excited noise. "I wasn't going to show you so soon, but you've come to that silly conclusion that you can just pop off on your own, and well I can't just let you run off like that."

"Doctor, you're scaring me."

Your facade of calmness fails you as both your voice and hands shake. What the hell is he going on about?

"Oh," He steps forward and you step back. "I know. Such a small thing," The Doctor shakes his head. "So naive and sweet. Of course you're scared. But! That is one of the reasons why this is good for you. You're so young and you make all these silly assumptions, you can't possibly take care of yourself."

"Doctor, I want to go home." You interrupt his rant.

"The TARDIS is your home!" He sounds close to anger when he shouts it.

You can feel your chest tightening. The alien looks a mixture of manic and lovesick. You've never seen him like this. You were terrified.

"I've taken very good care of you, but I can take even better care of you here. Isn't that nice? No more worrying, no more problems." The Doctor comes up to you too quickly for you to back away and wraps you in his arms. "You're so young, pet, you don't know what's good for you," He says, running fingers through your hair. "But I do."

"I want to go home."

His arms tighten around you. "No."

Tears fall in lumps down your face. You try to push the Doctor off of you but he doesn't budge. Instead, he lifts you off the ground and starts rocking in his arms.

"Please, let me go." You sob out.

"Oh, I know it's so much to handle for you right now, but I promise it'll be okay. Papa's got you."

[sissylittlefeather]

Kink Madness: Round 5

Food Play vs Temperature Play

This one is scorching hot. Hold on to your butts 😂

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, obviously sensory play, also Elvis is a bit sad in one and the other one is straight porn

Food Play: Army Elvis

Elvis has been moping around for over a week now. You don't mind it at all; he has been through an awful lot lately with losing his mama and being shipped off to Germany. And his emotional complexity is one of the reasons you love him. But still, it hurts to see him so sad. You wrack your brain for something to do to cheer him up.

You've been seeing each other for a few weeks now and you are infinitely grateful that your father made you learn English. Otherwise, there would be a language barrier between you and he might not have even noticed you. Hell, you wouldn't have even been in that press conference where you met. You've got a pretty thick accent and sometimes you use German words when you can't find the right English one, but he's drawn to you nonetheless. In truth, you're his favorite thing about being overseas. So, despite his melancholy, he's happy to knock on the door of your apartment one Friday evening.

“Hey, honey, it's me.” You try your best to wipe the flour off of you and go to open the door.

“Hi, Elvis!” You hold it so that he can walk inside, but he looks you up and down first, a slow smile tugging at his lips.

“You're covered in flour. What you been up to, doll?” He kisses your cheek and then moves into the apartment. As he makes his way in, he's hit by a smell that immediately transports him back to some familiar memory. “What is that?”

You try again to brush some of the flour off of your hands and run back into the kitchen. He follows you curiously.

“I made something for you.” You gesture to the dish cooling on the countertop. It's a bit of a mess, sticky and warm, but it looks okay considering it's your first time making it.

“Is that–? Honey, did you make me a cobbler?” You nod excitedly, thrilled that he could recognize it. “Peach! The cookbook said it was a southern dessert.”

He looks at you incredulously, his eyes a little shiny. “You found an American cookbook?”

“Ja! It was in a little shop a few streets over. I know you've been homesick, so I wanted to make something to remind you of home. Is it okay?” He grins and then grabs you, picking you up and spinning you around the tiny kitchen.

“Is it okay?! Honey, it's amazing!” He sets your feet back on the ground and then cradles your cheek in his big palm. “You did this just for me?”

You look up at him and nod. “Mhmm.”

“You're somethin’ else, doll. Thank you.” He leans forward and kisses your lips softly. Up until now, he hadn't thought of this as more than just a fling to pass the time while he's here, but this, this is a girlfriend gesture and it's not lost on him. “Can we try it?”

“Jawohl!” He settles at the table while you grab a small plate and something to serve with. You scoop out a piece for him and set it in front of him, sitting down next to him. He smiles at you again and shakes his head as he takes a bite. When he gets it to his mouth, he moans and closes his eyes. “Is good, ja?”

“Honey, it's incredible. I swear this is the same recipe my mama used to make.” He eats the whole serving, making small grunts and moans of pleasure as he does. By the end of it, his laughter is contagious and he looks like a little kid on his birthday. “Can I have more?”

“I made it for you. You can have it all!” You serve him another piece, but this time you accidentally stick your thumb in the syrup. Before you can wipe it on your apron, he grabs your hand and pops it in his mouth, sucking lightly. You gasp a little with the sensation of his mouth on you. He's kissed you a lot and touched you a few times, but you haven't slept together. And this gesture feels deeply intimate.

“Elvis…” He turns your hand over and kisses your palm.

“You don't want any cobbler?” He murmurs against your hand.

“I-I-I made it for you…”

“And I can eat it how I want?” There's a glint of mischief in his eyes that shoots straight to your core like a lightning bolt.

“I suppose…” You watch as he dips his finger in the sticky peach syrup and then drags a line of it down the inside of your forearm. Then, he licks the line of sweetness from your skin and you whimper.

“Mmm. You might taste better than the peaches, honey. Can I have more of you?” You nod and he pulls you into his lap. This isn't your first time with a man, but this is him and you tremble a little with anticipation as he captures your lips in a deep kiss. The sugar from the cobbler is on his tongue and he tastes even better than usual.

You're not quite sure how it happens, but in minutes he has you stripped down and laid out on the dining table for him, the dish of cobbler next to you. He dips the tip of his middle finger in the stickiness and then rubs it on one of your nipples. It's warm, but not as warm as his mouth as he leans forward and licks you clean. He does it again with the other side and you arch your back and moan.

“Taste so good, baby.” He gets more of the syrup and drags it across your belly, quickly licking it from you again. The sensation of his tongue on your body has you dripping wet with the thought of it in other places. But he doesn't stop. He keeps sweeping syrup across your skin and licking it off, moving around your body until you have goosebumps and your nipples are so hard they almost hurt. “God, look at you. You're so damn beautiful like this. I could just eat you up. In fact, I think I will.”

He picks up the spoon from his plate and fills it with the sticky sweetness, dribbling it on your inner thigh. When he leans in to lick it off, he's so close to your center that your pussy clenches around nothing. “Oh God, Elvis…”

Then, he does the same thing on the other side, his tongue making languid circles on your skin. “I bet you're sweeter than this pie, baby. You want me to find out?”

You nod frantically and spread your legs a little wider, giving him a delicious view of your glistening slit. “Goddamn, doll. That's pretty.”

And then he leans forward and pushes his tongue in as deep as it'll go, his nose pressed against your clit. You bite your fist as he groans into you, pulling back a little to lick around your hardened bud. “I was right.”

“Don't stop!” He chuckles and gives you a small salute.

“Yes ma'am.” And then he dives back in, licking and sucking you with his whole mouth. He devours you like a man starved and it feels so good you could die. You feel the walls of your orgasm closing in and your legs start to shake. “Good girl. Cum for me. Let me have all that sweetness.”

“Oh fuck, Elvis!” You grab the front of his hair and grind your hips into his face as the waves crest and break inside you, your pussy contracting on his tongue. He keeps licking you all the way until you're so sensitive that you start to giggle. His lips and chin are shiny when he stands up and looks down at you all limp and fucked out on the table.

His cock is aching where it presses against his uniform pants and he rubs it gingerly through them. You notice what he's doing and meet his eyes. “Yes. Please.”

That's all it takes for him to quickly unzip his pants, pull out his throbbing dick, settle your ankles on his shoulders, and then sink into you. Your eyes cross with being filled so well and he groans deeply. “Fuck, honey, that's so good.”

He pulls back and then rolls forward again and again, fucking you deep and slow. The head of his cock bumps up against your g-spot with each thrust and you feel another orgasm gather in your belly. He starts to move a little faster, slamming into you with more intensity. Your second climax hits you like a freight train and you pulse around him. “I'm gonna cum, doll. Oh god. Fuck!”

He pulls out of you at the last second and pumps his release out onto your belly. When he finishes, he stumbles backwards into a chair and you lay on the table trying to get your bearings back. He sighs deeply and you sit up a little to look at him.

“Honey, that was the best damn cobbler I've ever had.”

“Me too.”

“You didn't eat any of it.” He laughs.

“Didn't need to.”

“Can I stay?” You look at him and his expression changes. It's not quite sadness, but it's deeper than the mirth from a few seconds before.

“Of course. Why?” He's never stayed with you before.

“I just need a little home tonight and you, well, you feel like home now, honey.” He stands up and pulls you into his arms, kissing the top of your head.

“Then you can stay as long as you like.”

“Thank you, baby.”

******

Temperature Play: TTWII Elvis

Elvis walks into the cool suite after rehearsal with his silk shirt stuck to his back from sweat. It's August in the desert and hot is an understatement. He looks around the room for you, but you're nowhere to be found. Finally, he finds you on the patio laid out on a lounge chair, skin slick with sweat as you sit in your bikini trying to get a tan. Before he walks to you, though, he grabs a bucket, fills it with ice, and plops a bottle of champagne in it, holding two glasses with his other hand. He doesn't normally drink, but today was good and he wants to celebrate.

“It's a million degrees out here, honey. You tryin’ to cook yourself?” You startle a bit at the sound of his voice and cover your eyes to look up at him.

“You know I like to be tan. It is hot though. Almost too hot.”

“Wanna cool off?” He holds up the bucket and the champagne glasses before settling next to you on the chair.

“Oooh yes, please!” You hold out your hand for a glass and he sets the other one on the table with the ice bucket. He pops the bottle open and then lifts it over to you to fill your glass, but it drips icy water onto your stomach and you gasp. “Oh shit, that's cold!”

He laughs and finishes filling your glass. You take a sip and he eyes you from behind his sunglasses. “Just how hot are you, doll?”

“Pretty damn hot, Elvis. Why?” The corners of his lips curl up into a wicked smile and he takes your champagne glass, setting it on the table next to his. He dips his hand into the ice bucket and pulls out a small cube. “I know you don't think you're gonna–”

Before you can finish the sentence, he starts to slide the ice around on your chest, pulling your top out of the way to drag it around your nipple. You gasp again, “fuck, that is cold!”

“Oh, I'm sorry, baby.” He leans forward and warms your icy bud with his tongue. But he doesn't stop with the ice cube. He keeps sliding it around on your skin, heating you back up with his mouth afterwards. You whimper and gasp and moan as he works your body, moving further and further down towards your center. The cube has melted fully, so he uses both hands to slide your bottoms off.

“What are you up to now?”

“You trust me?”

“Always.” He smiles and fishes out another piece of ice, this time slipping it into his mouth. Then, he presses his lips to your thighs, the cold sensation making you shiver as he approaches your slit. You arch into him when he finally makes it there, dragging his cold tongue up and down.

And then he does the unthinkable. He pushes the piece of ice, now small and soft, up into you with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck, Elvis!” Your pussy clenches around the cube and the feeling of it threatens to overwhelm you.

“Hold it in there ‘til I make you cum.”

“Jesus. Fuck.” Your knuckles go white as you grip the edges of the lounge chair while he dives into you, licking and sucking on your clit. You can feel the ice slowly melting and it's like he's teasing you from the inside out. You whimper and moan as he eats you, moving his tongue in slow, lazy circles over your hardened bud. “Mmmm it's too much!”

“No it's not, baby. Just cum for me.”

“Oh God, oh God, oh God…” He licks hard and fast over you now, desperate to push you over the edge. “Fuck!”

When your orgasm crashes into you, it feels like the ice runs in your veins out to your extremities and back again and it feels so good you almost scream. He pushes a finger inside you to make sure the ice is melted and groans.

“Get on top.” You quickly rearrange so that he's sitting in the chair and then unzip his pants. His cock springs free, hard and aching, and you don't hesitate to line up and sink down onto him. “Goddamn baby, your pussy is cold.”

“I told you!”

“Fuck, but she's squeezing me so good.” He growls into your neck as he grabs your hips and starts to move you up and down on his dick. You reach back and grab an ice cube and hold it to your lips. Then, you lean forward and press your lips to the skin just below his ear. He gasps a little and starts to move you even faster on his lap. You pop the ice cube into your mouth and kiss him deep and he groans. The desert sun on your skin is the perfect contrast for where you're icy cold and the sensation of both at once pushes you to the edge of another orgasm. He rips the straps of your bikini down and presses his cold lips to your breasts again, murmuring against your nipple, “Cum with me, honey.”

You roll your hips against him hard and he reaches down to rub your clit while you ride him. It's just enough to drive you into your release and you moan loudly as your body shudders and pulses around him. He grunts and holds you still, letting your pussy milk his climax from him.

“Fuck, that's good baby.” His breath is still a little cold from the last ice cube as he pants against your skin. You collapse on his chest, shaking and sweating as you both try to steady your heart rates. “You cold?”

“Little bit.” He grins at you mischievously.

“Let's go inside, then. I've got a warm bath and some hot wax candles with your name on them.”

“Are you serious?!”

“Honey, do I look like a man who would joke about a thing like that?” You move to stand up off of him and he grabs you and holds you tighter, whispering in your ear. “You know I'll always give you what you need.”

“You really, really do.”

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this may be a bit of a weird request, but i'm throwing a powerpoint presentation with my friends and i decided to do it about vocaloid's seven sins saga, but then i realized there's much more to it than i thought. i read your Evillious world and history explanation and i found it very well written and clear, so i was wondering if youd be willing to do the same with the plot of each one of the seven main songs? because im having some trouble getting the story right. thank you so much in advance!

Since you're specifically asking about the songs instead of the novels based on them, I'll try to avoid any major spoilers exclusively from the book plots in my summarizing (but I will be supplementing with some of the worldbuilding info from them). So just note that there's WAY more to each of these stories than what I'm sharing here, and many of them have plot twists that you wouldn't see coming from the songs alone.

As a quick note--I am going to write these in chronological order so you can get a feel for the timeline (most of them take place at least 100-200 years after the previous one), but as I've stated elsewhere the Daughter of Evil series comes first in narrative order and the novels are best read that way (ex, the Lunacy of Duke Venomania novel starts with assuming that the reader is already familiar with a lot of concepts from the DoE novels, and so doesn't take the time to explain them). The songs were also not always released in chronological order.

Lunacy of Duke Venomania: The so-called "Duke Sateriasis Venomania" (played by Gackpo) is a Beelzenian noble that rules over Asmodean as one of the "Five Dukes" of Beelzenia (the Beelzenian empire, at this point in time, has conquered much of Evillious). This is sort of early-medieval Evillious but also has elements of later time periods, like Venomania's outfit. The story centers around his stint as a serial kidnapper building a harem of women for his own enjoyment. Specifically, he has contracted with a demon that gives him various powers, one of which is to magically brainwash anyone of the opposite sex into thinking that they are madly in love with him--usually his modus operandi is that he'll visit somewhere, use his powers on the prettiest women he can find, and then wait for them to come to his mansion on their own under the influence of the brainwashing. He keeps them in the mansion's fully furnished basement. Though he starts off small (his first victim is a simple tailor), he eventually escalates to kidnapping queens and princesses from other countries, which sews quite a bit of political turmoil, as you can imagine. Nonetheless, he escapes detection for a while before he's caught.

Of note is that Venomania was not always so attractive--he was born with a physical facial deformity that led to severe abuse, neglect, and bullying in his youth (which is what motivated him to make the contract). This includes being rejected by a noble girl by the name of Gumina (played by Gumi), who was actually his childhood crush and friend. She is the member of his harem who created the picture that he burns in the PV (and, incidentally, the subject of "The Portrait Glassred Drew", which is the "answer song" to this one). She actually does love him, but their relationship is a little too complex to go into here.

Eventually it turns out that one of his victims (the queen of Marlon) had a lover named Karchess (played by KAITO) who goes to rescue her. He goes in disguise as a specific woman that Venomania was looking to kidnap, and--being a man--the brainwashing power has no effect on him. He pretends it does to get closer to him, however. He stabs Venomania with a special dagger that can kill demon contractors, and in so doing frees all of the women from their mind control, leaving Venomania to die alone.

Evil Food Eater Conchita: This is set in Beelzenia proper this time rather than a subservient country (I believe Asmodean has declared independence already iirc, as a note). Imagine it as sort of late medieval period. The main character in the song is Banica Conchita (played by MEIKO), and she is another one of the "Five Dukes" of Beelzenia, having inherited the position from her father. She is a gourmand who was initially something of a local hero, having revitalized Beelzenia's food culture after studying the cuisine from countries around the world. Unfortunately, due to abuse in her childhood she had an unhealthy relationship with food herself, which through various circumstances led to her contracting with a demon that would allow her to eat anything and everything without getting sick from it. Her downward spiral into becoming a monster is the focus of the song. The Rin and Len characters that sing the bridge to the chorus are Arte and Pollo, her twin servants and best friends.

Now, she does have a key relationship that is almost entirely exclusive to the novel, but shows up in "Drug of Gold", the answer song to this one. Essentially, as a teenager she was engaged to a prince of Marlon, a sickly young man named Carlos (played by KAITO). The engagement was broken off when she was triggered into a PTSD attack at her engagement party, and they don't reconnect until after she's already contracted with the demon. He's the chef that she eats. It makes sense in context.

Eventually, after driving her province to ruin, she eats everyone in the house and then herself, getting the last laugh in the end.

Daughter of Evil: This and the other songs in the DoE series center around the political upheaval of the Kingdom of Lucifenia and its ruler, Princess Riliane (played by Rin). Imagine the French Revolution and you'll get the gist of the setting. I'll try to keep it brief. For context--Lucifenia was built into a prosperous kingdom through the bloody expansion wars perpetrated by the much-loved former king, Arth, alongside his queen Anne. Arth died when Riliane was 6, and Anne dying led to Riliane becoming monarch at just 14 years old. I cannot talk about this song without talking about the answer song, "Servant of Evil", which is from the perspective of Alexiel (played by Len), Riliane's twin brother who was separated from her when they were children to avoid a succession crisis among the nobles using the twins as pawns. His name was changed to Allen, and, after being raised by the captain of the guard, he was installed in the palace as a servant to look after his sister (no one remembers him due to reasons explained in the novels).

Riliane is a spoiled, selfish tyrant. Lucifenia goes through a famine and she hordes the food to herself. The captain of the guard steals food from the palace stores to help the people and she has him killed. She discovers that her betrothed has broken off their engagement to pursue a woman from the kingdom of Elphegort (the only neighbor they have a good relationship with) and proceeds to declare a practically genocidal war against them to snuff out this mystery woman. Etc etc. Now--eventually it's revealed that she was possessed by a demon of Pride that whole time, but this is only obliquely hinted at in the first novel.

The people have enough, and are eventually led through a revolution by the daughter of the captain of the guard. They capture the princess and have her executed. It's revealed in Allen's song, however, that they actually switched places, and it was him who died at the guillotine while she escaped to repent for her cruelty and lead a peaceful life at a monastery.

Gift from the Princess Who Brought Sleep: This takes place in Elphegort (by this point Evillious is sort of quasi-Victorian era), centering around the town of Toragay and Margarita (played by Miku), wife of the local Marquis and daughter of a doctor. What you need to know about Margarita is that she maintains a variety of delusions about her life and her husband, Kaspar (KAITO). He wastes their money, sleeps around on her with other women, and is in general a pretty awful person, but she convinced herself that they're in love because they made a marriage promise as children. Margarita has also reportedly never slept one night in her life.

Now, while it doesn't show up in the song, it does show up in the PV and the "answer song" Fifth Pierrot, so it's important to know that at this time in history there is a criminal organization operating in Evillious called "Pere Noel". Margarita was approached by one of its members and asked to refine the recipe for a poison called "Gift", which puts people to sleep. Permanently. She uses this on her husband, and then on her father, and then progressively on more and more people (developing and changing the poison recipe each time) until finally Toragay is a ghost town. Then she uses the poison on herself, so that she can at last finally sleep.

The Tailor of Enbizaka: Enbizaka is a town situated on a hill in the island of Onigashima, which is part of the nation of Jakoku--basically fantasy Japan. I've said it in my other information post but just fyi Jakoku is NOT part of the region actually named Evillious. Enbizaka is unique in that it's one of the only places in Jakoku that foreigners are allowed to live, and this is right around its version of the Meiji era. This song is about a hard working and modest woman called Sudou Kayo (played by Luka), who is known as a tailor in Enbizaka. Now, in the novels it's explained that Enbizaka went through a fire a few years back, which is relevant to plots in the novel but explaining them would be too much to go into here.

The plot of the song is that Kayo sees her husband cheating on her with a bunch of women, and it's strongly implied that she murders these women and steals articles of clothing from them (a kimono, an obi, and a hairpin). She then goes to confront her husband while wearing these items, at which point it's revealed that he is not her husband at all--she is a stranger to him, and they have never met before. Their relationship was a delusion on her part, and she kills him. There is…a LOT more to the story than that, but again, that's all in the novel.

Some further context--after she committed these murders, she turned herself into the authorities and was executed shortly afterwards. The answer song for this one is from the perspective of a monk and someone who knew her in life, who both pray for her upon visiting her disembodied head (which was put on display because she was a criminal).

Judgment of Corruption: This is set during Evillious' modern era (think 1920s-1940s), primarily in the country of Levianta to the north. At this point in time, Evillious has multiple international organizations governing it, including the Union State of Evillious. Gallerian (played by KAITO) is the head judge of the USE's highest judicial authority, and the legal system is modeled off of the one in Japan, which means there is no jury and as judge he has complete control over guilt and sentencing. Gallerian uses this authority to extract bribes from the accused, deciding trials solely over which gets him paid more.

Gallerian does this because he needs money. Essentially, he had a wife and daughter who he loved very much (the daughter, I mean, not his wife). Both of them were on board a ship called the Titanis when it sank. The wife died, and the daughter…also died but you're not supposed to know that in this song (other songs make clear that what he thinks is his daughter is actually a doll that looks like her)--in this he just believes she has been confined to a wheelchair. He was led to believe by a woman called Ma (a playwright and also sorceress) that if he collected all of the vessels of deadly sin (the items that hold demons inside them), it would grant him his wish to cure his daughter's illness. He needs the money to track down the vessels.

Ultimately, Gallerian's actions result in a major political faction (called the "Tasan Party" but that's not important right now) forming to oust him from power, and when he pardons a general guilty of massacring a village it leads to a civil war breaking out. His house is set on fire by the revolutionaries and he's murdered by Nemesis (who isn't in this song but we will talk about later). This leads to the final sequence of the song where he's in the Hellish Yard.

Some more context: The Hellish Yard is basically hell in this series, with a few key differences. The fandom has never entirely agreed on what specifically happened for real in this scene, because Gallerian's POV here is unreliable. The person he meets--the Master of the Hellish Yard--IS a real character and that is what she looks like, and he does have dreams about meeting her before his death, but their conversation about him relinquishing his fortune if he wants to be saved is the one he has with with Nemesis (who is NOT the same character) before she kills him (again, we'll get to her in a minute). To simplify the matter--his soul goes to the Hellish Yard after he dies and and is trapped there, waiting for a time when he can try to rebuild a better world for him and his daughter.

The Muzzle of Nemesis: This song was made much later than the others and requires the most novel context to understand, but I'll try to keep it only to necessary details. This song actually takes place around the same time frame as Judgment of Corruption, so unlike the others it is NOT after a significant time period has passed, nor is it limited to a specific location. Nemesis (played by Gumi) actually showed up in a prior song called Last Revolver (which is about an assassin who falls in love with her target, kills him, then kills herself). The narrative for this one jumps around quite a bit and has a lot of reveals, but to put the facts in order--she is Gallerian's illegitimate daughter with Ma, the playwright. As far as she knows he abandoned her and her mother (in truth he had no idea she existed), and she was raised in a life of poverty. During this time she was contracted with the demon of wrath without her knowledge. She fell in with the wrong crowd and it turns out she's the one who sank the Titanis that killed Gallerian's wife and put his daughter in a wheelchair, using the help of her pet octopus (though she didn't know his wife and daughter were on the ship at the time).

In order to avoid getting prosecuted for her crime, Nemesis was forced to join an organization called Pere Noel. This is a separate organization from the previous Pere Noel, and has slightly complicated political reasons behind its formation and naming scheme, but all you need to know is that Gallerian is technically the boss of it. It's worth emphasizing that Nemesis' existence and her identity as an assassin in Pere Noel was kept secret from him, but she doesn't know that. Anyway, it's while she works for this group that she ends up having to kill her lover and then tries to kill herself. Her suicide attempt fails due to her demonic contract.

Nemesis then resolves to get revenge on Gallerian for everything. She joins the Tasan party and becomes its highest ranking member, leads the charge on his estate, confronts him, and then when he refuses to atone for what he's done and continues to obsess over the doll in his arms rather than the daughter standing right in front of him, she kills him in a rage using the vessel of wrath (the golden bullets in her gun).

It's not a part of this song, but after this point Nemesis goes on to become a dictator and eventually destroys the world after a few more traumatic events occur.

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• DOES YOUR BODY MATTER TO MY EYES?

BG 001.F24 2025

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pairings bff!gyu x plump!reader

warnings tw!mentions of plump! reader, dni if sensitive, other than that, nothing else

faye's note hi? Hehe. It's been a while, how are you guys?

"I have no problem! I could fit it with this body of mine."

You sighed, glancing at your body before looking at the other girls looking at the tight fitting dresses.

"Princess, something wrong?" Your best friend asked. You were carefully putting back the cute little dress on the shelf.

"No... I just... I don't think this would suit me." His eyes darted to the dress and back at you. Beomgyu sighed before getting the dress from the shelf again.

"Miss, we're getting this too," he said, before adding it to the items the two of you already chose. The cashier nodded and placed it inside the bag.

Beomgyu intertwined his finger with yours as you two walked outside the building, the bag of clothes on his other hand.

Arriving at the parking lot, you were still gloomy, and Beomgyu noticed everything. From how unresponsive you were, and your usual antics about buying your favorite food together has gone silent. Even your little "thank you, Gyu" whenever he opens the door of your seat wasn't heard by him.

He watched you fiddle at the hem of your skirt, seatbelt still unattached. So he unbuckled his seatbelt and reached over you, buckling your seatbelt and tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Should we go home?" He asked, as he revved up the engine.

He heaves a sigh and smiled a little when he saw you nod meekly. Beomgyu tried to be as joyful and loud as he could during the drive way back home --- from banging his head to the music blasting from the radio to telling nonsense stories and mocking his brother, Soobin.

However, it didn't change the fact that you still feel insecure and disappointed.

"Can I drop by your place?" Beomgyu turns his head towards you.

"My apartment was a little messy when I left earlier... But sure, I guess?" You answered, meekly.

"Let's go grab some food first though. Wanna watch a movie," he sings.

He drove to a drive-thru and ordered a lot of your comfort food. Chicken, ice cream, fries, drinks, burgers, name it, he got them all.

"Are you feeding the whole town, Gyu?" You chuckled.

"Well, I just want to buy your comfort foods." He said, scratching his head before driving back home.

As he parks in front of your place, he turns off the car and quickly unbuckled his seatbelt to remove yours. Even almost tripped while running to your side to open the car door for you. He's just so gentlemen towards you that sometimes, you question yourself, what are you to him, but you always shake that thought and remind yourself you were just his precious best friend.

Beomgyu opened the door-- typical type of friend, he knows your door passcode. His hands were full of bags of food and the clothes you two bought. He placed them carefully on your coffee table and plopped down your couch.

You sat down beside him and grabbed a throw pillow to cover your lap.

"Gyu.." you whispered, fiddling on the throw pillow

"Hm?" He quickly responded, turning his head towards you and sitting properly.

"I hate my body. I fucking hate my body." You quietly sobbed, as tears started to fall from your eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't cry." He pulled you closer and hugged you tight.

"I hate looking at my body, I don't feel good. I don;t like this." You sobbed on his neck.

Beomgyu gently strokes your hair. "You're beautiful, y/n," he said as he pulled away, smiling, eyes searching your soul. Your teary eyes averted his gaze causing him to rub his thumb on your cheeks.

"I said you are beautiful, princess," he muttered, tucking your straying hair behind your ear.

"But I'm not sexy like those-"

"Does it matter to me? Hm? Do I make fun of you and your body?"

"No..." you managed to squeak out with your voice cracking.

"The pretty dresses don't suit me like--"

"Does it matter to me?" Beomgyu repeats, tilting his head to the side.

You gently shake your head, biting your lip as you try to hold back the tears that were about to fall out from your eyes again.

"Sexy is not a body shape, it's the vibe and energy. It's the way you carry yourself, your confidence." He said, wiping away the tears that escaped your eyes.

"It's not and will never be about your body shape and size." He added.

"Gyu," you choked out.

"Look at me," he firmly said, cupping your face.

"You are beautiful to me. So beautiful that sometimes I just wanna press my lips on yours. That sometimes, I think about dating you. That sometimes, I can't sleep at night imagining a life with you."

You were too stunned to speak, but you noticed how the tip of his ears turns bright red, kudos to his long hair that made you barely miss seeing his ears.

"You're sexy in my very own eyes. The way you dress, the way you never put heavy makeup on, and the way you keep your hair tidy." Beomgyu moves a bit closer to you as he places his hand on the space beside you, leaning closer to your shoulder.

"Hush now, you're too beautiful to cry." His long and calloused fingers due to him playing guitar brushed against the smooth skin of your shoulder as he slipped off the cardigan you were wearing.

His hand creeps toward your waist as he pulls you closer, fully facing you. Beomgyu stared and admired you for a while before he gently pressed his lips on your shoulder. "You're beautiful, princess. Please let me show you and make you feel how beautiful you are," he whispered, before slipping you out of your cardigan. Leaving you on your flower dress hugging your curves.

Beomgyu pulled away, biting his lips, as he looked at you straight in the eye. "This might be the most wrong moment to say this but..." He purposely cut his words off as he bites his lips once again making you tilt your head with a confused lips.

"Sometimes... Sometimes the reason I can't sleep at night is because I can't stop thinking about you.... And the things I wanna do with you." His answer made you smile thinking it was cute. But the next words he spoke made you blush and throw yourself towards him to hide on his neck.

"Particularly in bed." His words repeatedly rang on your ear as his soft chuckle resonates around the four corners of your living room. His arms snakes around your waist hugging you tight.

"You're so beautiful..." He whispered, as he slowly runs his fingers down your spine.

"I'm gonna bite you," you mumbled, gently pressing a soft kiss on his neck. Beomgyu chuckles heartily as he kissed your temple.

@binniesbooks 2025

[numberonetacostan]

I know your trophy knowledge might not be too sharp but I do wonder if you have any specific thoughts or even headcanons about him ! ❤️

Hi Mirelly!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in your request!! :] Of course I can cook you up some headcanons for your guy! I like to think I have at least an okay grasp on all of the main ii cast members' characters [Contestants + Mephone4 + Assistants + Cobs] :) I may not know the common headcanons for them, though, so please forgive me if any of these end up being basic!

Ask and you shall receive, Trophy headcanons!

FINALLY I'VE HAD HIS ONE FOR AGES AND NEVER HAD A TIME TO SHARE IT. Are you familiar with the movie Ratatouille? How the little rat fellow sits on the man's head and pilots him around? I like to think that Blueberry does the exact same thing with Trophy. He cozies himself up in Trophy's head (where we have been told during some stream, I don't recall which nor who said it unfortunately, that he fits perfectly inside), and grabs on to his handles, and steers Trophy towards wherever he wants to go. It's not quite as graceful as in the movie, since Trophy is not a willing participant in this, but I'd imagine it being quite difficult for him to get anything out of his head, much less an object who very much does not want to leave.

Hmm, fuck it, Trophy is one of those people who adds a ton of dryer sheets to his laundry. A ton. I'd say a scent like sandalwood specifically, something generally seen as more masculine. So, since his clothing all smells strongly of sandalwood, so does he, all the time. So much so that it can trigger Tissues' allergies, on worse days. This may even start because in the beginning he, like a proper jock with not quite enough self awareness (he would be 0 months old so cant expect much), uses exorbitant amounts of axe body spray, and smells awful all the time. If you'd like, Paper telling him his body spray is a bit too strong could be what starts his shift to many many dryer sheets and 0 body spray. Others have told him before, he just didn't care coming from them.

Let's all hope that Trophy never ever sees nor even hears about the popularity poll that decided on the iii returning cast members, because he would be pissed. Only 250 votes? He got less votes than Box? Less votes than two objects who had intentionally quit the game? He would both complain about the votes being rigged and brag about being above anyone he beat, while internally feeling quite bad about it.

I think Trophy would watch anime. Particularly sports anime, and not because he's a trophy and is athletic, but because that's where his idols are. His influences. He wants to be cool and sporty and masculine, and you can find guys like that in pretty much every sports anime. That's why he pulls things like saying 'pUH' at Knife, he's learned from dubbed anime. This may or may not have been an important factor in the start of his homoerotic tendencies as well, since as far as I know sports animes also have a lot of that.

I'm sure it's a relatively common headcanon for his favourite flavour to be banana, but I would like to raise the idea of him fucking so hard with banana bread. He's a little loaf eating freak /ref. If anyone bakes banana bread it's gone within a half hour. He does not ask to have any or to eat it he just unhinges his jaw and swallows it whole. His favourite food. He'd probably end up learning to bake it on his own (likely in secret) so he can be a little loaf eating freak more frequently, since others would stop making it once they resign themselves to never getting to taste it.

[tsunael]

×—ʙᴀꜱɪᴄꜱ—×

ɴᴀᴍᴇ:

Tsuna Wasaishi

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(ꜱ):

none.

ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ(ꜱ):

'of the Eastern skies' // 'The Seventh Dawn'

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ / ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪꜰʏ:

Cis female.

ʀᴀᴄᴇ:

Au Ra / Raen

ᴀɢᴇ: 32

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ:

10th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon // (6/9)

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ:

Yanxia

ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ꜱɪɢɴ:

Oschon // Gemini

ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Yanxian

×—ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ—×

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ:

4'11

ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ:

130 lbs

ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ:

Hourglass with a dancer physique

ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:

Black (purple undertone)

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:

Heterochromia (blue and green)

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ:

Fair

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴍᴀʀᴋꜱ:

Back of shoulder, inner thigh.

ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ:

Undecided.

ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ:

None.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ 🇺​​🇳​​🇮​​🇶​​🇺​​🇪 ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ:

More scutes than an average Au Ra. Sides are covered from thigh-to-breasts.

ᴄʟᴇᴀɴʟɪɴᴇꜱꜱ / ɢʀᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ:

Thorough.

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ:

Femme. Skirts and loose, cotton dresses.

ᴀᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱᴏʀɪᴇꜱ:

Her mother's gold ring & a gold chain for her horns.

×—ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ—×

ᴀʟʟᴇʀɢɪᴇꜱ:

Undecided.

ɪʟʟɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ:

Undecided.

ᴅɪꜱᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ:

wol-only: Infertile from SHB. Weak leg from injury post-EW. Hard of hearing post-EW.

ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟꜱ:

Med to high.

ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ:

Hearty. Vegetarian.

ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ:

Early to bed, early to rise.

ꜰɪᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ:

Good.

×—ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ—×

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ / ᴇxᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ:

Extrovert.

ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ:

Easy to anger.

ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ:

Avoidant.

ɢᴏᴀʟꜱ / ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ:

Domesticity. A life that is hers.

ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴇꜱ:

Kindness, chastity, charity.

ꜰʟᴀᴡꜱ:

❂ will not ask for help.

❂ burns herself to keep others warm.

❂ naive and an idealist about love.

❂ is a bit of a prude & a traditionalist.

ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜꜱ:

❂ Altruistic. Merciful.

❂ Pacifist.

❂ A romantic.

ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ:

Can't tell a lie.

ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ:

Being alone, losing control of a situation.

ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ:

Love and being loved.

Qᴜɪʀᴋꜱ / ᴛɪᴄꜱ:

Her tail exposes her emotions.

ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ:

❂ The reason for leaving her homeland.

❂ wol-only: Her relationship.

ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛꜱ:

Not cherishing the time she had with people who are no longer there.

×—ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ɪ—×

ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ:

Suzume Sui Wasaishi

ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ:

Kartal bin Yildiz

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ(ꜱ):

Her 'mother' at the Okiya.

ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢ(ꜱ):

Her 'sisters' at the Okiya.

A half-sister on her father's side.

ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ:

Undecided.

ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ:

None.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ:

A family friend who smuggled her into Kugane.

×—ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ɪɪ—×

ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ / ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

Romantic / possibly bisexual.

ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ:

Single.

ꜱᴘᴏᴜꜱᴇ:

None.

ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ/ ꜱɪɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ(ꜱ):

None.

ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ(ꜱ):

None.

ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ:

Wol: Alisaie, Thancred, Tataru.

Non-wol: Sierra Gamduhla

ᴀᴄQᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ:

Valtyrja Eruyt

Leofard Myste

Sidurgu Orl

Cirina Mol

ᴄᴏᴡᴏʀᴋᴇʀꜱ/ᴄᴏᴍʀᴀᴅᴇꜱ:

The Scions.

ʀɪᴠᴀʟꜱ:

Yotsuyu Naeuri.

ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ:

Gestures vaguely.

×—ʟɪꜰᴇꜱᴛʏʟᴇ—×

ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

Dancer-turned-conjurer/white mage.

ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ:

Lower-Middle.

ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

Learned basic academics with emphasis on the performing arts.

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ:

Gridania

ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ:

Salve-making, embroidery.

ᴠɪᴄᴇꜱ:

Sweets, smoking.

ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ:

Voluntary manslaughter, resisting arrest & a fugitive from justice.

ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ:

Frugal.

ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴏʀ ʟᴏɴᴇʀ:

Loner.

ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ / ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴ:

Pious. Worships the Kami & Elementals.

×—ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ & ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ—×

ꜰᴏᴏᴅꜱ:

Likes: Bavarois, custard, peach tarts, mushrooms...

Dislikes: Meat.

ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ:

Likes: Rolanberry red & currant purple.

Dislikes: Void blue

ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇꜱ:

Likes: Gridania, Vylbrand.

Dislikes: Coerthas, Garlemald.

ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ:

Likes: Crickets & morning birds.

Dislikes: Loud noises / gunfire.

ꜱᴍᴇʟʟꜱ:

Likes: Sandalwood & florals.

Dislikes: Iron, blood, gunpowder.

ᴛᴇxᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ:

Likes: silk & leather.

Dislikes: none.

ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ:

Likes: sun & rain.

Dislikes: snow.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ:

none.

×—ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ—×

ᴊᴏʙ / ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ:

White mage & Dancer.

ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ ᴛʏᴘᴇ:

Light leather armor, something easy to move in.

ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(ꜱ):

Nirvana & Gyosei.

ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ:

Kiting. Agile.

ᴍᴇʟᴇᴇ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ:

n/a

ʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ:

n/a

ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ:

n/a

ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ:

n/a

ꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ:

Wishing star.

×—ᴍɪꜱᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ—×

ᴘᴇᴛꜱ / ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴꜱ:

Chuchu, her red 'horsebird'.

ᴘʀɪᴢᴇᴅ / ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ:

Her mother's ring.

ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ:

'Hingan' & the common tongue.

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛꜱ:

Playing the shamisen & lute

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ:

By carriage.

ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ:

❂ Graduated to Geiko at age twenty.

❂ Received a patron by age twenty-one.

❂ Gained passage into Gridania.

❂ wol-only: Received A-Towa-Cant's will.

ᴀɴ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ:

Her mother's kidnapping.

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Charcuterie Board, as designed by your votes! Thank you to everyone who participated; this was a fun challenge!

[stellar-collective]

Phoenix teaching Ollie the healthier eating habits they learned from Reginald leading to Ollie eventually getting a figure similar to theirs

YES YES YES YES YESSS ok show of hands who wants me to write the fic

[mel-loly]

-Merry Christmas!💗✨

the tags (↓) are more important!!!

[awakenthebeing]

After seeing Piepoe with Pizzano, I’m curious about what they would think of Pizzelle! Or Rosette!

She'd be MUCH more comfortable with those two!! Possibly even bake yummy treats with them both if either would wish to do so!!

I'm sure Rosette would be more comfy with Piepoe's presence right away, while Pizzelle would have to take some time to get used to the large friend <:3!!

(Below is Piepoe's inner thoughts on them both btw!! :3)

"Small, and much more tolerable to be around. Friendly. They both smell sweet, particularly like various sugary treats."

[this-should-do]

me when i meet with my colleges first out trans teacher who is like a celebrity with me after one of my teachers puts me in contact with her again (i had interviewed said trans teacher 4 years prior and hadnt met with her since) and she tells me tjat my teacher had so many positive things to say about me, about how i was one of her brightest most well spoken students and that she (within like 5 minutes of having been talking) immediately sees exactly what my professor had been talking about and so many super implied positives about me that i would never had known about and i dod everything in my power to avoid prying for more details but even what i heard was soso nicies

[shorlinesorrows]

just got the time to start the sunshine court and I'm Vibrating out of my skin