#they look at the trio of games and view it as a Whole

[directdogman]

A few words about the upcoming Olandy route!

First of all, want to quickly apologize for the relative quietness on my part as of late. I'm still in the middle of an international move right now and I'm officially on the final bureaucratic stage before I can physically pack up and complete the move. I've gotten quotes from moving companies, found a good service for Salvage's transport (which was a challenge in of itself) and now I'm just waiting for the final legal paperwork to process. Combined with my recent stint in hospital (my heart did something zany) and preparing for an upcoming merch campaign whose launch month was decided at the start of the year, you may see why I'm behind my own schedule. I can however confirm that work is still on-going... just slower than I'd like. However, I've taken this partial hiatus in production to think over the route and make sure it'll be as conceptually solid as I can make it.

One concern I'd like to address because I've seen it mentioned a few times is the fear that the route may veer into fan service territory in terms of characterization/scene content and I'm hoping I can put those fans at ease. I understand these concerns. The very concept of an Olandy route does seem kind of rife for this sort of thing. The thing is though, the idea for an Olandy route was a cut concept from DT's basegame, when I thinking of ways to double up characters in order to have more three-way dialogue scenes.

Obviously, given that a whole route was cut from the game, this idea ended up in the same nether-sphere as the other potential route ideas, like the Fusco route. But, this was an idea that I considered long before the Olandy ship gained popularity and that's why I was eager to tease the idea after release. I get many requests for routes with characters like Harry, Peter, which would undeniably sell well, but that I'd really have to headscratch to think of a way to make work. My point is, I'm only interested in ideas that I'm confident in.

Would Randy and Oliver completely work as partners? There's points for and against it. Do they have a strong/unique dynamic? Definitely. Randy is someone who looks to others for comfort/confidence and he's not good at dealing with things alone or without guidance. Oliver is confident in himself and very much a pack animal, who loves receiving validation/affection and feeling useful. This roughly explains why they veer towards each other even without considering stuff like romantic/behavioural compatibility.

As for the route itself, my main goal with their dynamic is to give an honest exploration of each character and to show a side of each not seen in their route, while also staying consistent to who they both are. It's important to note that this isn't just a Randy-Oliver route, but very much a Randy-Oliver-Gingi route. You shouldn't worry that the route will be sappier or more romantically heavy than the other routes as I'm actually including an option to play the route completely platonically and both options won't be too dissimilar outside of certain dialogue lines from both characters.

The key thing here is that I'm writing the route just like any other DT route and my main focus is having fun scenes where the characters talk about themselves in order to compare and contrast the differences/similarities between each character within the trio. There are scenes where Oliver is serious and confides in Gingi. There are scenes where we see Randy's insecurity/cowardice paint him in a bad light.

The DLC will also not replace either of their routes, and will instead aim to emphasis traits + backstory each character has that's kind of implied subtly in each of their routes, but not specifically outlined, to give you a more well-rounded view of each character. So, my goal is certainly not to flanderize, but quite the opposite. I want to give a deeper view on each character that's consistent with previous characterization, by further explaining why each character is the way they are and providing more context to stuff mentioned in Randy/Oliver's main routes. Oh, and advancing Gingi's character further, akin to in Roger's route.

(And before you ask, yes, I do have a similar plan for Karen later on, but I have a very specific idea of where it makes sense to put it as it's a much more involved project than a simple DLC. It will definitely take longer to pull off. But, her day will come.)

So, yeah! Obviously Roger's route took care to display the datables in their cameos with the nuance they have in the basegame. From Randy's impurity (willingness to be part of a con), Oliver potentially freaking Gingi out and being unsure of himself upon meeting it, Karen cracking a spontaneous joke (and it not landing), etc. It's important to me that I don't flanderize these characters or reduce them to their outermost traits.

I'm still not 100% confident in the route draft, but that's a given. I never am. But, I can say, I'm really excited for people to see the character stuff I have in mind for Randy, Oliver + Gingi, particularly what's revealed about both in the heart to heart in the good ending. You have a rough idea of what to expect from the route as per previous routes and while this one won't be nearly as large as Roger's route, I still wanna make it the best experience it can be for you all. Thank you! :)

[brairslair]

op monster trio x fem!reader nsfw headcanons

EVERYONE IS 18+ (minors need to scram)

a/n: remember, these are hc’s and just my opinion!

don’t forget to like, reblog, and comment to support my work! mwah <3

“just enjoy this”

luffy:

very talkative and vocal during sex

always just says whats on his mind

“wow, you’re so wet for me already”

“you look so pretty when your face scrunches up like that”

“that feels good. go faster”

not shy at all about moaning and can get really loud sometimes

like there will definitely be noise complaints

kinda a pleasure dom, but can also get really needy sometimes

wants to make sure you feel just as good as he does

“does that feel good?”

“how’s this?”

“you like it when i do that?”

loves bringing food into the bedroom (obviously)

aphrodisiacs? yes

licking whipped cream, hot fudge, caramel, etc, off your body? yuh huh

and his stamina is HIGH

he also gets really excited about trying new things, and will try pretty much anything once if it’s something you’re into

one of his favorites is mirror sex

spreading you out on his fingers or his dick and making sure you watch yourself

he just wants you to see the beautiful view that he gets to see

plus then he gets double of you, and more you is always good

loves when you get vocal, so if you’re on the shyer side he will definitely work overtime so he gets to hear you

will make it a game to see how loud he can get you

he also speaks portuguese bc it makes sense and also i said so !!!!

sometimes his language setting accidentally switches to portuguese when he’s fucked out

“vou meter em você ate você gritar meu nome”

goes crazy when you say his name

even crazier when you get so cockdrunk that you start babbling nonsense

honestly he can’t help but laugh

like full on belly laughing like a maniac while he’s breaking your brain

but he just thinks you’re the cutest and he can’t contain himself

sometimes he’ll have a conversation with you while you’re in that state, acting like he can understand anything you’re saying

“feels good huh?”

you’ll whine out something indecipherable in response

“yeah i know!”

he’s always happy if you tell him what you want and how you’re feeling

because he just loves you so much and he wants you to enjoy it too

because he thinks you deserve the world

can also get pretty dominant/demanding sometimes without even realizing it, just because he’s so blunt

he’s just a man who knows what he wants and goes for it

if he’s especially needy, he gets a little more rough with you

holding your hair as he fucks your mouth, because your eyes look so pretty when you look up at him like that

or fucking you hard and fast to chase his own release, leaving bruises on your hips from how tightly he’s gripping them

even then, he’ll always do frequent check ins to make sure you’re still enjoying it

messy kisser

loves kissing and licking and nibbling all over your body

definitely leaves marks

he’s also not shy about PDA, (mostly because he does not understand the social construct of what is and is not appropriate to do in public), so he loves when he gets to see his love marks on you the next day

thinks u look rly pretty with his love all on you

he’s really good with his mouth

could eat you out for hours, and wont stop until your whole body is shaking

big fan of face sitting

definitely more of a tits guy

always smiling into your kisses, wether he’s sweetly kissing your lips, leaving a trail down your body, or teasing your clit

loves to make you squirm, so edging you is definitely fun for him

he likes seeing you be all needy for him, especially since he’s usually the needier one (can you blame him)

definitely also challenges himself to see how many times he can make you cum in one day, and keeps track of his records

really enjoys using his devil fruit powers on you too, and laughs in excitement when it makes your eyes roll back

always gets you both water and plenty of snacks afterwards, falling into a comfortable conversation or putting on your favorite movie

zoro:

you’re the only person he feels comfortable enough to be this vulnerable with, and he trusts you with his life

you are always his number one priority, no matter what, and that naturally carries over into your sex life

he’s extremely attentive to you, in and out of the bedroom

knows your body better than he knows his own

always knows exactly what you need and just how to make your eyes roll back

he’s a “just relax and let me take care of you” kind of guy, and all he cares about is making you feel good

after all, you always make him feel good, even without doing a single thing

but of course he soaks in anything and everything you graciously give him

he quietly feels undeserving of your love, so he’s really big on being praised

your sweet words only spur him on to make you cum even harder

usually more of a soft dom

but if you ask nicely, sometimes he’ll let you take care of him when you know he needs to just relax

he’s gentle with his strength and careful not to hurt you

likes to fuck you hard but slow, wanting it to last as long as possible

he lives to hear your pretty noises of overstimulation as he makes sure to hit the right spots with every agonizing thrust

your legs held over his shoulders so you can feel every inch of him

doesn’t pick up his pace, even when you’re trembling and trying to move your hips against his

“i’ve got you. just enjoy this”

not super talkative, but definitely gets more vocal the more comfortable he gets being intimate with you

lots of grunts and groans against your neck

sometimes an occasional moan or curse will slip out

when he does talk, it’s soft and low, whispered for only your ears to hear

his voice gets a little deeper when he’s like this, and it grounds you and shakes you to your core somehow at the same time

he loves kissing you, and pouring every feeling he can’t put into words onto your lips

rly likes watching your face to see every pretty little expression you make

likes seeing how good he’s making you feel

also really big on eye contact

wether he’s fingering you, eating you out, fucking you, you’re giving him head, whatever, he wants to look into your eyes and watch them as they get all glassy

“hey, look at me. keep your eyes open”

a little bit into dacryphilia , because it feels so intimate to him

making you feel so overwhelmed with pleasure that it brings you to tears, then kissing all your tears away as you fall apart for him

he’s also really good with his fingers because of how much dexterity he’s built up in his hands from all those years of swordsmanship training

the reason he also has insane stamina ^

if you get bratty with him he’ll get bratty back (he’s a part of the sassy man apocalypse)

sometimes if you’re being particularly bratty, or when he gets cocky after a really good training session, he can get a little more riled up into being more talkative and commanding

but he still never loses that softness, because to him you’re angel on earth, and his love and adoration for you is overflowing

“if you’re that needy, just ask for it. don’t need to make a fuss”

“that’s it, keep going”

“go ahead, you can let go for me”

“tell me what you want me to do and i’ll do it, but you have to use your words”

if he’s feeling really confident, he might pin you against his surface of choice while he ruts into you, licking into your mouth to savor your taste

^ he feels guilty at first for being rough with you, but any fears of him being selfish fly out the window when he hears you moan his name all desperate and hoarse and fucked out

“you like it when im rough like this, huh?”

“what was that, honey? you gotta speak up”

“i know you’ve got one more in you, baby, don’t hold out on me”

no matter what, he always makes sure you cum at least twice before he does

he’s not super into pda, but he secretly loves when you leave marks on him

especially when you scratch up his back or his chest

they feel like battle scars and make him feel all proud and shit

he’ll “discreetly” show them off walking around topless, but he’ll still glare at anyone if they make a comment about it

he also joins the pda train anytime he sees you talking to another man that isn’t a part of the crew

or any time he’s drunk off his ass ^^

thigh/ass guy

he loves feeling your body shutter and twitch from his touch

he doesn’t smile too often, but you sometimes get lucky enough to see it

he’ll hold your jaw up and smile lazily into your sweet kisses while he fucks you deep with his fingers

constantly longs to show his devotion to you, and takes his time to make sure you feel it

lots of sleepy and lazy sex

also shower/bath sex

he lives to hear your sweet sounds

he will not stand for it if you try to hide your pretty little noises from him

“c’mon, don’t do that. let me hear you”

“don’t get all shy on me now”

“there’s my girl”

he’ll always put a pillow under your hips

he likes to wrap his arms around your waist to pull you as close to him as possible

he also just finds it really hot when you arch your back

he’ll fuck you so good that you genuinely cannot stand after he’s finished with you

then he’ll run you both a warm bath, hold you to his chest, and wash off your body and your hair as you both relax into the comfortable silence

sanji:

worships the ground you walk on (seriously considered starting a religion)

loves to be romantic and set the mood

cooking you both a nice intimate dinner, lighting candles, peppering rose petals, giving you massages, etc etc

but once you guys actually start getting intimate, he cannot WAIT to get his hands on you

but he still respects you and treats you like a fucking queen, because to him you are

not an exaggeration by any means either, he will build you a throne

he asks permission before kissing you

won’t touch you unless you give him permissiom

will do or say genuinely anything you ask him to, no questions asked

but will also pathetically rut his hips against your clothed cunt while you make out and cum in his pants if you allow it

he can get rock hard just at the sight of you

not even in a pervy way, it’s just that you’re sooo sexy and everything you do is like his siren song

definitely a sub

loves receiving, and feels blessed with every ounce of pleasure you grant him

but making you feel good gives him just as much pleasure, because he worships you after all

knowing he’s the one making you feel good really gets him going

he’ll worship your body for HOURS with no expectations to receive anything in return

he can get off untouched just by knowing he’s making you feel good

loves eating you out, and is extremely talkative

more than willing to be on his knees for you at any time

loves praising you (of course) and is always eager to encourage you

“you’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen”

“you taste so sweet, mon amour”

“want you to cum so badly, sweetheart”

“please let me help you come undone my love”

he loves when you praise him too

however, he also goes crazy when you get a little mean

likes it when you use him for your own pleasure after a restless night or a frustrating mission

or when you edge him for hours as punishment for making a flirtatious comment towards another woman (atp he only does it to get this result)

he is also not beneath begging !

sucker for romance during sex too

loves holding your hand while he makes you see stars or while you let him use your mouth

kissing all over you while you both fall apart

babbling and whining against your lips about how much he loves you

loves when you mark him up, and will proudly show them off

practically gets heart eyes every time he looks at you, but his eyes are BULGING when he sees your perfect tits

loves sucking on them while you ride him

very cheesy and dramatic lines and pet names, but they all come straight from his heart and he means every single word

really likes it when you pull his hair

definitely whimpers and whines and moans your name like a prayer

says “thank you” when you let him cum because he’s so polite

probably has a breeding kink

definitely has low stamina at the beginning of your relationship and doesn’t last very long, but builds it up over time

still makes sure you’re more than fully satisfied even if he’s already finished

would let you tie him up, blindfold him, gag him, whatever you want, and he would enjoy the fuck out of every second

he would still complain and whine about not being able to touch/see/praise you a bit though

super passionate kisser

also always extremely sensitive, because it’s you

lots of cuddles and kisses and sweet words after the two of you are done until you fall asleep with your limbs tangled

asks are open!

[darkenedroses-world]

Hidden In Plain Sight — Pezzy x Reader

🔹 Fluff 🔹 Secret Relationship Reveal 🔹 Protective Pezzy 🔹 Soft Dom Energy 🔹 F!Reader 🔹 Chat Loses Their Minds 🔹 Supportive Friend Trio 🔹 Teeth-Rotting Affection 🔹 Cuddling & Caretaking 🔹 Request🦋

Pezzy had always been careful about keeping your relationship private. It wasn’t that he was ashamed—far from it. He loved you more than anything. But the internet was a different beast, and he wanted to protect you from the chaos that came with being in the public eye. Only his closest friends knew about you. Which is why, while he was live with Puffer, Droid, and Grizzy, you stayed quietly in the background, busy with your own little tasks. Today, that task was changing the bedsheets. A simple job, right?

Wrong.

Because being short meant that trying to shake out and spread a giant blanket was practically an Olympic sport. You huffed as you stretched on your toes, arms fully extended, trying to get the damn thing to even out. Almost… You wobbled on the soft surface of the mattress, the blanket slipping from your grasp just as you lost your balance. “Shit—!” The world tilted, and you crashed to the floor, a loud thump echoing through the house. “Bro, that’s bullshit—” Pezzy started, mid-argument with Puffer about some in-game nonsense, when—THUD. A loud crash echoed through his mic. His head whipped around, his gamer instincts instantly overridden by pure concern. “Hold up,” Pezzy said quickly, ripping off his headset. “Wait, what? Where you going?” Droid asked, but Pezzy was already bolting out of the room. “Uh-oh,” Puffer muttered. Chat exploded.

WTF WAS THAT??

WHY DID PEZZY RUN LIKE THAT HELLO??

SOMEBODY FELL???

BRO HAS A WHOLE ASS GIRLFRIEND AND DIDN’T TELL US???

DO WE HAVE A SECRET GF LORE DROP??

Grizzy, Puffer, and Droid exchanged looks. “Uh—SO ANYWAY—” Droid said loudly, trying to distract chat. “You guys ever see that one video of the raccoon who—” “Nah, they’re already onto it, bro,” Grizzy chuckled, shaking his head. Puffer just sighed, sipping his drink. “Yeah, Pezzy’s cooked.” Back in the room, Pezzy found you on the floor, rubbing your side with a pained wince. The blanket was half-draped over you, and the shattered glass of a picture frame was scattered nearby. “Are you okay?” Pezzy crouched beside you in an instant, his hands checking you over. “Why the hell didn’t you just wait for me?” You sighed. “I didn’t wanna bother you—” He narrowed his eyes. “Babe. You could’ve seriously hurt yourself.” You did hurt yourself, actually. Pezzy noticed a small but nasty cut on your palm where you must’ve landed on the glass. “Alright, c’mon,” he muttered, lifting you up effortlessly. “Kitchen. Now.” And as Pezzy walked you to the kitchen, chat got a full view of him gently holding your injured hand, guiding you to sit down, and rummaging through the cabinets for the first-aid kit.

CHAT WE ARE WITNESSING TRUE LOVE

WTF

LOOK AT HOW GENTLE HE IS???

HE’S SCOLDING HER BUT IT’S CUTE AS FUCK??

“Why didn’t you wait for me?” IM SCREAMINGGGG

PUFFER, GRIZZY, DROID—EXPLAIN

The guys were desperately trying to hold the fort. “I mean—y’know, could be his mom, could be his sister—” Puffer tried. “Bro, that is not his sister,” Droid deadpanned. Grizzy just grinned. “Nah, let him cook.” Back in the kitchen, Pezzy gently dabbed at your cut with antiseptic, his lips pressing into a thin line as you hissed. “I don’t care if I was live—you could’ve texted me, babe.” “I didn’t want to ruin your stream…” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. Pezzy paused. Then, softly cupped your cheek, tilting your face up to his. “Listen to me,” he said, his tone firm but full of love. “I don’t give a single fuck about streaming when it comes to you. You come first. Always.” Your heart swelled. “But… you wanted to keep us private—” “Not if it means you think I don’t care about you,” Pezzy said. “If chat finds out, they find out. Doesn’t change shit for me.” You stared at him, a warmth spreading through your chest. “You really mean that?” He smirked. “Do you want me to go announce it on stream?” You laughed. “Maybe not immediately…” “Good,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Now, let me finish patching you up.” The second Pezzy sat back down at his desk, his chat was on his ass.

BRO EXPLAIN

DON’T JUST SIT THERE

WE HEARD EVERYTHING

??? I AM UNWELL

HOW LONG HAVE Y’ALL BEEN DATING SPILL

Pezzy just sighed, rubbing his face. “…Yeah, okay, chat. Y’all caught me.” Puffer and Droid immediately cheered. Grizzy wheezed. “We tried to cover for you, man.” Pezzy just shook his head with a small smile. “Yeah, yeah. Look, I’m logging off for the day.” He looked into the camera with a lazy grin. “Gotta take care of my girl.” Chat erupted again. And as he shut off the stream, he returned to you, wrapping you up in a warm hug as you lay comfortably in bed, still feeling a little guilty for interrupting his stream. “You’re not mad?” you asked softly. “Nah,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Honestly… kinda glad they know now.” You smiled, curling into his warmth. And with that, the two of you spent the rest of the night cuddled up, Pezzy refusing to let you lift a finger while you recovered. Because in the end, he never cared about what the internet thought. All he cared about was you.

[twstfanblog]

YO WHAT HAPPENS NEXT WITH THE BOYS IN THE MANHUA AU????

Bsjsjsjsjsj THIS GONNA BE SO LONG AGAIN BECAUSE THE SET UP GUYS!!!!

Ok starting out, the trio of Malleus, Azul, and Jamil HATE Yuu. They think she's the most annoying thing their parents/guardians ever put in their line of view and hate they keep putting her there.

Malleus’s father was Crowley's adopted brother (which is how he gained the status to marry Meleanor and how Crowley gained his arch duke status). Crowley's catch is that he wanted a deal that his family and royal family were to always be close. A promise that Lilia keeps after his friends die by making Yuu Malleus’s playmate.

And Malleus is...a fucking brat, raised being told he was going to be the strongest in the land and how he could have anything he wanted. It kinda inflated his little ego though Lilia tried to keep it at a decent size. But then to be presented a magicless human girl and told she was his EQUAL he kinda pitched a bitch fit and has been until Yuu just...stops talking to him.

Yuu is invited to Malleus's birthday ball every year, so Lilia is freaked out when a maid tells him that Yuu rejected the invite and didn't even plan on sending a gift in her place. Crewel tries to save face by claiming Yuu is sick. Malleus is happy because he thinks the party would be much better with no Yuu. Instead, he stands alone for basically the whole night because he never realized that Yuu was the only one who would happily come up to him, not an ounce of fear in her. He misses it...He hopes Yuu will feel better soon...

Azul comes from a marquess family that Crewel was very close to before his marriage to Crowley. So that's another playmate for Yuu! Azul completely thinks Yuu is bullying him and mocking him when she remarks how cute his chubby cheeks are. The other kids at banquets don't come near them but Azul can see out of the corner of his eye that they laugh at them. So when Yuu refuses to come with Crewel to this fancy dinner party, Azul thinks this is his chance to FINALLY establish himself with the other noble children.

Instead, Azul finds out that Yuu was the only reason the other children weren't bullying him, they liked her better than him and the fact she isn't there is basically saying she finally dropped the 'dead weight'. Azul spends the whole party actually being mocked and not teasingly cooed over, he hides behind his mom while she pleads for Crewel to bring Yuu to the next party, wondering if Yuu really was keeping him safe from the other kids.

Jamil hated Yuu purely because he kept getting in trouble. Kalim is the child of a duke family and he adored Yuu as his playmate. Because she liked Jamil! He had started to realize that Jamil was pulling away from him, coming to understand the true meaning of his role in Kalim's life. So Kalim thinks it's great that Yuu spends their playdates mostly trying to get Jamil to play with them, he misses playing with Jamil!

Jamil is PISSED, because after every play date he gets scolded for taking too much of Yuu's attention and told to act accordingly next playdate. He's openly cold to Yuu even though she's much higher in social status than him, he just wants her to leave him ALONE. But then, Kalim is nervous before a playdate. He's been hearing rumors about how Yuu is ill and doesn't want to leave her family's home more and more these days. But maybe a day with him and Jamil will be enough to brighten her spirits!

Yuu spends the entire playdate not even looking at Jamil let alone talking to him, he might as well be a smear on the wall. She's even withdrawn from Kalim, very quiet and not up for playing any of their normal games. When Yuu has gone home, Jamil goes to his room and just CRIES. He never realized just how much Yuu SEEING meant to him. He found her clinginess to be annoying, she talked too much, she couldn't just focus on Kalim like every other rich kid whose family tried to cozy up to the Asims. But now...going an entire day with her not even looking at him...it hurts...

So yeah! When Yuu comes back to life she's basically heartbroken that her crushes and the men who she considered to be her best friends didn't even try to help her while she died. If they hate her so much, then fine, she gives up she won't talk to them anymore...But now she's sad and alone, she had three 'friends' and now she has no friends. so She just stays alone in the family home while her dads worry and try their best to brighten her days and keep her socialized.

[nyx-umbrakinesis]

Vox takes you on a date to a casino.

Vox: "So, Doll what do you want to do first?"

You: "Oh well, I'm not really sure... I've never really gambled before. I don't want to lose money because I don't know how..."

Vox slings his arm around your shoulder, his warm body pressed to yours.

Vox: "Nonsense, Doll I'll teach you, and it's all on my, my treat, how about we get you a nice drink, and I'll teach you how to BJ..."

At your startled look, he holds up his hands laughing, clearly he'd been teasing you.

Vox: "I just meant Blackjack."

He laughs at your reddened face and guides you over to the bar, giving you the rundown of the rules, you're sure you'll learn better as you play, but it gives you enough of an idea of what's expected in the game.

You sit in the seat and Vox hovers beside you, sending soothing static down your spine and sparking delightfully through your nerves making it hard to focus.

Not that it matters as Vox tells you every move to make anyway right now.

You celebrate your first win so excitedly and to Vox's utter pleasure you kiss him ecstatic and buzzing, he buys you another drink and you go another round really liking this game.

You found you won the next hand again under his guidance and tried yourself the next time and lost.

Every time he helped you, you seemed to win, and each time he got a kiss in gratitude, he'd clearly won more than he'd lost.

As you were about to buy in for another round, a trio of imposing guys approach the table and you end up clutching Vox's arm as you're both whisked off to a side room.

The dude sitting there is feline in nature. The guards post beside him and one at the door behind you.

Vox: "Well hello there Husker, good to see you my man, our evening is going splendidly, nice place you've got here."

'Husker' however is stoney faced, to Vox's charismatic friendliness.

Husk: "As a fellow Overlord who don't want no war, I'm gonna just tell you this once and give you one chance, you leave and there'll be no trouble."

Vox shifts, subtly blocking you further from view, you cling to his jacket trembling.

Vox: "And why would I do that, my good fellow?"

His voice, friendly as ever but you can hear the shift in the undertone, a dangerous one, feeling the static shocks run down his spine you still do not let go despite your fingers going numb.

It was Vox's one rule, if there's trouble you don't let go as he can zap you both out of anywhere with electricity in less than a moment as long as you're connected.

Husk: "You been countin' cards, and I want you out."

You gasp in slight surprise and you feel Vox shaking with laughter, like he'd expected this all along.

Vox: "Why would you say that, Husk? Be careful what you say next, you might not like the outcome."

Husk was either very brave or very foolish, or perhaps a bit of both, maybe it's because Vox wasn't really a fighter... That was ever talked about.

Husk: "You win every round you play, and you might not have the counting cards tells like most normal folk but I know you're doing it in that tecky head of yours and I want you out for cheating on my turf."

Vox: "I'm going to give you just one chance to take that accusation and rude statement back my man, and let bygone be bygones, otherwise... You'll be the one regretting your actions tonight. I might have a 'techy' head, but I can assure you I have integrity for games that my mentor taught me..."

The room flickers around you all, your knuckles going pale as your grip shakes and the power flashes in the whole casino.

Vox: "I do not cheat, and you insult me as an Overlord and a paying patron, and if you don't submit an apology, of course good chum, I will be forced to ruin you."

Husk: "I've heard enough, take him out boys."

Guns were pulled and in a moment you were back in VTower in the penthouse, dizzy from the unusual travel, blood still buzzing in your veins as Vox catches you and settles you on the couch cradling your face.

Vox: "You okay? Babydoll?"

You breathe deep for a moment getting grounded, your face splits into a wide grin.

You: "Fuck you're hot when you're swinging your dick around with authority."

Vox laughs kissing you deeply. Thoroughly amused at your choice of words and feeling the real thing twitch with more interest.

Vox: "Oh yeah? Want me to order you around a little tonight, Doll? Maybe you can show your Master just how much you like being his little pet."

You can't help the loan that escapes you, his shark-like grin tells you how well received your involuntary response went however.

Vox: "Good, my Babydoll. So good aren't you? Held onto me the whole time we were there, trusted me, such a good little Pet."

You whimper and bite your lip, flushing and nodding eagerly, dragging a finger down the ball of his antenna making him shiver slightly, his claws prick your hips where they tighten.

You: "Did you cheat?"

Vox: "Oh absolutely, Alastor always taught me as long as you hold all the cards and are the most powerful in the room however, no one can stop you. I have seniority, I have more power and I'm afraid I'm going to have to end that two bit Overlords little buisness in less than a weeks time."

Vox kisses you all across the face and angling your head funny, kisses down your neck with every word, to your giggles.

Vox: "I'll give him two days to lure him into a false sense of security, then I'll strike, and while he's trying to save himself I'll offer him a deal... But first, my Doll, I'm going to have a pre-celebration, right here with you."

His voice almost purrs at you and you whimper as he covers your body with his, kissing you soundly and really living up to his words as he doesn't disappoint tending to all your needs for the next two days, making you scream his name more times than you can keep track of.

Only, after two days Vox's plans didn't quite work out the way he'd intended...

It seems the cat was smarter than he appeared... And had already taken the threat seriously, seems the old cat was now under Alastor's protection, and his business untouchable, Husk had his soul chained but still kept his power and business and Vox raged for a whole week after that.

Only you could calm him for short periods of times, but you were bruised from how roughly he'd handled you.

On the last night, Vox curled around you muttering apologies into your skin as he caressed every mark, and kissed every bite.

You didn't mind so much, but with an extra threat just that week from some mafia guys, he moved you out of the tower and into your own flat.

You couldn't help but feel isolated and alone, wondering if Vox would ever come back for you...

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

Adendum to my last post

The angels (Lucifer as well tbh) are neurotypical caricatures as well. The more I think about it, this game seems to be about autistic people versus the powers that oppress us… neurotypicals.

Think about it, the angels are always aggressive, mean, vindictive, abusive, uncaring, prideful etc.

The reason behind the demon genocide is because angels think they are better as a species than devils and they had camps where they abused young demons and their main weapon is turning the devils into angels… like, they abuse kids that are different and they force neurodivergent people to act and look neurotypical.

The three main angels we see (the –el trio) are constantly bickering and complaining about eachother. They are all fighting on the same side for the same cause but none of them talk with eachoter about it and they thing that their ways is the best. It really seems that other than all their infatuation with Lucifer, none of them actually cares about the other or the people around them. This is in stark contrast to the devils which all care for, at the very least, the people inside their country. Even Leviathan who loves to talk about how high and mighty he is will protect the people he simingly loathes. Gabriel leaves one of his soldiers on enemy territory just to psychologicly torture him.

You can’t even say that “oh, it’s just sibling stuff” because the Paradise Lost characters are put in direct comperison with the angel brothers. “Playful teasing” in Paradise Lost is calling Gamigin a little baby boy. “Playful teasing” in Heaven is ripping out your brother’s eye because you got rejected.

This extands even to Lucifer which serves as one of the most interesting characters when we apply this reading to his story. I think Lucifer is a low support needs autistic person. He also has a lot of autistic traits, mostly his sensitivity to any stimuli (light, touch, sound etc), lack of empathy, disinterest in social rules, flat tone of voice, lack of outword emotions. BUT he’s also one of the two kings that doesn’t instantly pounce on MC, his kingdom has the most rules, he views everyone else as dumb and beneath him.

I think Lucifer is supposed to represent the type of autistic person whose symptoms aren’t instantly apperant and most people just call a lonely genius. Everyone admires him because he’s perfect, that’s bound to give anyone a complex, and he cannot find the type of pure love he desires because his whole family is neurotypical and he isn’t. When he finds himself being taken care of by Gamigin (another very interesting character in this narative) he’s annoyed. He was supposed to be doing a sacrifice for his Father, and now this… thing believes it deserves his presence. Lucifer acts mean towards Gamigin because he sees Gamigin as lesser, because he is more open with his feelings and affection, because he doesn’t have stupid social rules that nobody wants to follow, because he doesn’t sulk at Lucifer’s mean words. Because Gamigin respect for Lucifer is born out of admiration not fear.

This sort of simple life is refreshing and relaxing for Lucifer and at the end of the backstory we see that he chooses to remain with Gamigin and the devils. He says that he is not a devil nor is he an angel and makes Paradise Lost as a safe space for the people that don’t fit into either catagories.

Lucifer’s story reads as someone who has “normal” autism, the sort where they can pass well enough into neurotypical society, realising and accepting their neurodivergence with the help of a “weirder” autistic person, someone who you see and know. He might have very low empathy, but he can love and care about others even if he doesn’t fully see them as equal to him.

Gamigin is a high support autistic person that got throw out by other autistic people for being too “weird” and “demanding” and through being his authentic autistic self bagged himself the prince of the universe.

On another note...

Leviathan and Orias went to special ed classes where they got abused. Both of them age regress, are hypersexual (especially during their age regressed state), have fantasies about gruesomly replicating their abuse onto their abusers, have a hard time expressing emotions, distrust everyone, have states where they just become violent for simingly no reason, have flashbacks.

I think in this context Orias’ autopedophilia makes a lot of sense. He was never a kid, forced to grow up and mature when he was young and then abused by all the adults in his life. And now he just wants to be a little lad but also do the freaky. He has sexual feeling but desprately wants to cling to the idea that he is still a kid.

The story constantly gets better if you read it as neurotypicals vs neurodivergents.

[mksbigg3stfan]

In the first season of MCSM, Lukas has had a place with the Ocelots for a long time. He knows they have rude tendencies that he doesn't agree with, but they really are his only friends. He's only "friendly" with other people. He admires people like Petra and Gabriel, who, to him, seem strong, capable, and liked by everyone despite not trying to get people to like them. (Bro doesn't know he fits that description.) At first, he's kind of scared of the change. Changing groups, changing teams. He doesn't mind helping Jesse, Olivia, and Axel, but the three have very clear opinions on him.

Jesse is very friendly and seems to welcome Lukas in easily. Olivia is wary, but she's willing to let Lukas prove he's not like his friends. Axel, though, feels threatened by Lukas' presence, and he makes that very clear. To Axel, Lukas is the same as the other oceleots. He sees Lukas' genuine kindness as a facade, a way to make fun of Jesse, Olivia, and Axel, and to probably eventually betray them. (By this point, I'm assuming the Ocelots and Jesse group have known each other for a while, and the Ocelots have always bullied them because of how familiar they seem with each other.) Lukas knows his friends aren't the best, so he tries to be lenient with Axel, and show him that he's not trying to bully or trick them. But Axel doesn't want to accept that Lukas can be good.

When people - or people's friends - have been beating down on you for a while, it's tough to trust them. Lukas feels like he's failed at trying to be friends with Jesse group, so he tries to leave. I think that maybe it was around here he was thinking about if he'd been too complacent with his friends. Letting them bully people. Not really thinking for himself or sticking up for anyone, really. And he feels ashamed, and angry at himself, and Axel. (Lukas is only 18, i think, so he's still a teenager. His decison making brain part is nottt done yet guys.)

He has trouble sleeping that night because of it, also because there's a command block wither flying around somewhere wrecking the world, and Petra is left back at the convention (?) With it. Lukas seems like the type of guy to blame himself for Petra being left behind. I think he was probably thinking to himself the whole time that if he was strong enough, Petra would be safe. That it was his fault she was in danger. He probably doubted his abilities a lot too, thinking things like, "If Petra was here she would've helped Jesse solve this faster," "If Petra was here she could've easily found a different route," basically just him thinking Petra is more useful.

If you look at it from Lukas point of view, the whole journey seems very easy to Jesse. Jesse picks up fighting easily despite not having much training or experience. Jesse brings the Order of the Stone together. (I think the conflict over Lukas holding the Order of the Stone tracker was partially due to Lukas being jealous of Jesse, feeling useless and wanting to help. Even if he's jealous, Lukas had grown to admire Jesse and wants them to trust him.) Jesse seems to be the designated leader. With the Ocelots, it might’ve appeared to people that Lukas was the leader, but that was not true at all. It seems like Lukas had mostly always been a pushover, and him standing up for people and himself was something new.

At the beginning of the game, when Lukas wishes the Jesse trio luck, the Ocelots look extremely annoyed with him. (Especially bitchass Aiden he needs to trim those eyebrows.) Lukas arc in the first season seems to be him finding himself and gaining confidence similar to the Jesse group's overall arc because the Ocelots have been stamping all over him and pressuring him into going along with things.

But why?

Why does Lukas let them do those things?

He hates conflict.

He hates making people angry. Even if Jesse takes the route that makes his life a living hell , the worst he does is stomp off angrily and immediately forgive jesse in season 2. He's way too forgiving, and that's why it takes so long for him to go against Aiden, who is the actual leader of the Ocelots.

While Lukas is a pushover, Gill is much worse. He easily lets Aiden take control of the situation and is afraid of him. Aiden seems prone to lashing out when people don't act like how he wants them to, very likely verbally attacking Lukas and Gill when they "step out of line." It doesn't seem like he has gotten physical yet, but Gill was likely afraid of that even possibly happening, so he just let Aiden push him around.

When Aiden betrays Lukas, it would be wrong to say that Lukas didn't see it coming. Selfishly, in his opinion, he wanted to give him just one more chance. One more chance to show that he could change. But then, Aiden forms the Blaze Rods. They ditch him. After they've been friends for so long, Lukas is clueless about what he wants to do. He's angry, frustrated, and cries. For a while, he's aimless, unsure of what to do. His old "friends" are gone, so he doesn't have them to go back to. But Jesse, Olivia, and Axel are there. He considers going to Beacontown, saying hi. But what then?

It's not like he's part of their group.

They're heroes. He doesn't belong with them.

With all this free time on his hands, he decides to write. He has no one to talk to, so where else will he put what he thinks? Lukas had been putting off interacting with Jesse in a non small talk way until he rescued Jesse from the giant ass statue thing. He was too afraid to hear the possibility that Jesse might not want to be friends with him. He hates being alone for so long (Radar is there too but he probably feels mostly isolated) But, in season 2, Jesse welcomes him back, and Lukas finally earns a place somewhere, a place he made on his own.

(Sorry guys I really needed to talk about this somewhere)

[rahuratna]

Ikemen Kaisen

Chapter 2: Come into my Parlour

Cross posted!

Summary: A cursed spirit develops a massive crush on the 7:3 sorcerer while he's on a mission. Trapping him in its unique otome game domain, the spirit soon discovers that its bitten off a lot more than it can chew with this particular jujutsu sorcerer ...

Content: Humour, fluff, crack, otome game satire, Nanami has Rizz with a capital 'R', the first year trio obtaining front row seats to this absolute shitshow.

It had been there, for just a minute. Something tangible that had fled when he was frustratingly close. Nanami blew out a small, exasperated breath and continued his steady evaluation of the crowd before heading back up to the VIP box. Maybe a bird’s eye view might reveal something telling once again. The feeling of uneasiness did not leave him, though. If anything, the sensation of wrongness, of eyes with ill intent tracing over his form, grew stronger. Nanami had not reached the status of Grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer without listening to his instincts. Ignoring that inner voice was a surefire way to get killed in this profession.

Yuuji was now seated and making a show of wiping his brow and re-hydrating. The young sorcerer-in-training had done a commendable job of keeping track of the stage. He waved to Nanami when he caught sight of him.

“Nanamin! Do you want some candy floss?”

“I’ll pass, Yuuji. But you can hand over that soda.”

Sipping from the soggy paper straw, Nanami turned to observe their surroundings as Yuuji leant toward him and spoke in quieter tones.

“It’s not Ryo-ri. I’m sure of it. I watched him like a hawk the whole time he was up there. Especially when he called that girl on stage. There was nothing weird going on at all. The cursed energy spike was someone from the audience.”

“Someone or something.” Seeing Yuuji’s concerned look, Nanami shook his head. “If it was a person, I would have found them.”

“Wait, you’re saying it’s a cursed spirit?”

“Likely. The cursed energy was very subtle, definitely sensory in nature. It didn’t seem particularly strong, but raw strength is not always an indication of how dangerous something is.”

“It’s not? That’s not what Gojo-sensei said.”

“With all due respect, Gojo-sensei is the last person you should take your assessment of caution from. The entity, whatever it was, must have picked up that I was searching for it. There’s a level of awareness at work here that should always make one careful. “

Suitably chastised, Yuuji nodded. “Okay, okay, I get it. So what do we do now?”

“There’s something else I should mention too. Since I’ve been down there … I’ve been feeling a sensation of watchfulness. Of something waiting.”

The boy’s eyes widened slightly. “Is … is it …”

“Probably. But I can’t be certain. So, what do you think we should do, Yuuji?”

The boy sat up straighter, eyes taking in the crowd that was now thinning as people made their way back out of the venue.

“I wanted to say, maybe wait for everyone to leave and then search for cursed energy traces … “

“But?”

“But if you sensed something … waiting, then the girl who went on stage is priority, right? Even if we scared off whatever was here tonight, it might be waiting for an opportunity to strike. She could still be in danger.”

Nanami felt that small twinge of pride, yet again.

“Exactly so. She’s currently backstage, meeting with Takashima as part of her supposed package. We’ll place her under surveillance and won’t let her out of our sight until we’ve established that she is at no risk of being targeted.”

“But Nanamin … “ Yuuji still looked worried. “You said that the cursed spirit may be … aware. Intelligent, like those ones we met before. Won’t it just wait until it’s sure we’ve left and then go get her?”

“That’s correct, Yuuji. Which is why our surveillance isn’t just a means to keep her safe. We’re hoping that she baits the spirit out, somehow. The emotion this cursed entity may feed off is the heavy envy that was coming from the audience. That’s probably why it was difficult for us to identify. Spirits are harder to detect when in the overwhelming presence of the very emotions that birth them. Remember that. Away from the crowd, and with a single-minded purpose, it may be much easier for us to track and isolate.”

Yuuji nodded, eyes alight with renewed determination.

“Roger that!”

Nanami and Yuuji hung around the VIP box until the young woman who had been taken backstage to meet Ryo-ri exited. If they hadn’t been paying attention, she would have flown completely under their radar. The flowing, vivid green tresses had obviously been a wig, because her natural hair was short and dark. Her clothes had also disguised her athletic build. Yuuji put her down as a professional stage performer. She had a distinctly disgruntled look on her face, certainly a far cry from the tearful ecstasy she had shown during the concert earlier. Nanami rose, nonchalantly discarding the soda can and gestured to Yuuji to follow.

She was obviously in something of a hurry, her grumpy demeanour translating to a quick, impatient stride. They followed her at a safe distance, watching as she made her way through the conference centre main exit and out into the same street they had walked along earlier. After a short distance, she pulled her phone from her bag and began to text rather aggressively, then took a sharp turn and entered a Seven-Eleven nearby. Yuuji took initiative and popped into the store behind her. As he browsed the shelves, he glanced over her shoulder and saw that she was texting someone from her agency, judging from the symbol in the profile picture. He read the messages for as long as discretion was possible before moving past.

She’s pissed off because Ryo-ri didn’t even bother to meet her after the concert. And it sounds like she’s not too happy with the agency for the arrangement either.

Choosing a random packet of crisps off the shelf, Yuuji glanced out the window to where Nanami stood on the pavement a short distance away. The sorcerer was on a call and a deep frown was marring his brow. Once Yuuji was out in the street, Nanami turned to him with a displeased expression.

“Dang, what did Gojo-sensei do now?”

“How did you – never mind,” Nanami sighed heavily. “He’s received an urgent summons from Kyoto. He was supposed to be overseeing a training exercise for Fushiguro and Kugisaki. They’ll be joining us on our mission instead.”

“Oh! I mean, the more people, the better right? They’re both strong – wait. I see what this is,” Yuuji grinned. “He’s got you for babysitting duty.”

Nanami’s eyebrow twitched.

“I’m not denying that those two are capable students. They’ll be a help, no doubt. And as much as I prefer to keep to a specific course of action, I suppose this is unavoidable. Having said that, I can’t abandon our current target.”

The young woman they were tailing had now stepped out of the store and had resumed her walk. Yuuji nodded sharply.

“Understood, Nanamin. I’ll head to the station to pick up Kugisaki and Fushiguro.”

“You remember the tracking app we installed on our phones? I’m turning mine on right now. Use it to find my location once they’re with you.”

“Right!”

Now this. This was heavenly.

Fuck Ryo-ri. A sad, little boy like that, shaking his crotch at every other bitch on stage? What could he possibly offer? No, no, no. I won’t settle for that. How could I be so … blind. This. This is what it’s all about.

Now, just look. Here, in his natural habitat, we see an absolute S-tier, top class, prime specimen of a man. Look. Just look.

From the moment he turned to face me in the crowd, I knew. It must be fate. That chiselled face, that aristocratic nose, that firm mouth and that chin. Oh, that beautiful strong chin, just waiting for a feminine finger to trace its outline. Clean-shaven, too. Just imagine what he looks like, shaving in the morning. Standing at his sink in his vest and underwear, running the blade along his throat …

Oh my. I mustn’t get too excited, oh no. Earlier, I tried to measure how broad his shoulders are and I’m sure he sensed me. Heehee. Speaking of which … sigh. When he shrugged off that coat a short while ago …  

That. Ass.

Goddamn. Praise the celestial craftsman who moulded those exquisite cheeks. Wasn’t there a poem like that? Where did I hear it before? Strange. Something about ‘did he who make the lamb make thee?’ Oh! That poem.

Well, this tiger can bite me any old time. So tall, too. And his hair … like spun gold. So perfect. Look how it moves as he walks. It’s like every time he takes a step, the cherubs of the wind are blowing each strand gently back into place. This is … a real man. His essence is all man. The way he was taking charge of that pink-haired boy and looking after him too, ohhhh. Daddy material, absolutely so.   

And his walk! Ohhhhhh. His walk! So confident. I just know he’s big down th - wait. I mustn’t let my focus slip. This is it. This is what I’ve been waiting for. There’s no better opportunity than this! Now, where did I put that phone … here it is!

Oi, bitch, pick up.       

Once Yuuji had left, Nanami had resumed the surveillance on the young agency employee. She was certainly putting in the miles today and her path had taken her away from the main thoroughfares to a less populated area downtown. Here, there were no fancy coffee shops and brightly lit boutiques. Most of the stores didn’t even put out signs to advertise their wares. Many of them were situated on the bottom floor or basement level of run-down apartment blocks. Nanami noticed that the woman’s pace had slowed somewhat, and that she would sometimes check her phone before moving on.

Is she looking for directions? Where to?  

The agency she belonged to was nowhere in the vicinity and she looked like she was a little unfamiliar with this area, so she was definitely not going home.

Even though the evening was chilly, the coat Nanami wore was a little too heavy for such prolonged walking, so he shrugged it off and slung it over his arm. The moment he did, something began to feel … off. There it was again, that eerie sensation of being watched. Of alien eyes crawling over his form. Was the cursed spirit here already? That certainly hadn’t taken very long. He took a breath and relaxed his muscles, allowing his awareness to filter into his surroundings. It was something he had learned in his younger days as a sorcerer, this release of tension before expecting an attack. It helped one be more reactive to danger from any direction.

And then, the woman’s phone rang. She answered hastily, irritation colouring her tone. Nanami stepped into a narrow alleyway nearby, close enough to listen in.

“Hi, yes, it’s me. I’m … yes, I’m on my way. Excuse me, but are the directions you gave correct? It’s just, I’m somewhere downtown, and I don’t really know any reputable agencies in this area. No, no, I’m not … listen. Yes, I’m interested in the audition, but I – oh. Well, all right then, I’ll be there shortly.”

An audition? Here?

Nanami was instantly on high alert. Something was very wrong. Even if she was contacted for an audition, this area was not likely to house some kind of performance art studio. Furthermore, the disappearances of the other girls had been kept under wraps by law enforcement and their own agencies, to prevent public panic. So she wouldn’t be aware of the danger she was in.

She’s been lured here. But by whom? Is this really a cursed spirit? Is it advanced enough to put into motion a plan like this? That would make it –

Nanami had just managed to rip the blade from its holster underneath his sweater before the domain expansion engulfed him and the woman, a shockingly subtle rush of cursed energy that barely rippled the surface of reality. There was no mistaking what it was, however. If the spirit did not possess high levels of cursed energy, like he had deduced earlier, then maybe he could break through with sheer brute force. He raised his blade, energy flaring to life in powerful currents beneath his skin, bringing it down in a heavy, measured slash.

The borders of the domain rippled before annealing in softly glowing edges. Nanami dashed forward, skidding to a halt beside the unconscious form of the young performer. He took up a defensive stance, eyes narrowing as he took in their surroundings.

“Show yourself.”

The voice that answered was surprisingly young and girlish, a slight lisp accenting certain words.

“You want to see me?”

“This is your domain. You’ll have to show yourself sooner or later.”

“Welll … all right then. If you ask like that.”

A form stepped from the shadows. Shadows that had not been present a short while ago.

“Welcome. I – “

Before the spirit could finish its sentence, Nanami had swung his sword in a horizontal arc, slicing the apparition in two.

“Who do you think you’re dealing with? Show yourself. I won’t be fooled by illusions.”

There was a short period of silence. The fabricated walls of the domain around them began to shudder, changing form. Nanami frowned as he picked up the sensory feedback from all around him. As he thought, this spirit was certainly driven by strong, uncontrolled emotion. His attack had made it … happy? And why was the domain itself so resilient, considering that this spirit definitely did not have a great deal of raw cursed energy and power? Where was it drawing its strength from?

He pushed one foot out, nudging into the slumped form of the young woman lying on the ground beside him. He had to keep track of her if a fight was on the cards. Instantly, the emotions reflecting from the domain around him changed to something distinctly less … pleasant.

“What is she to you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“That girl. There, on the ground. What is she to you?”

“I’m not sure I understand your question. All you need to know is that I will not let any harm come to civilians.”

“Oho. So that’s it. You are indeed an … upright man.”

Nanami had encountered a great many cursed spirits in his time, but there was something about the sibilance of those last words that made his hair stand on end. The domain was rapidly changing now, in a twisting, disconcerting manner that was dizzying to watch.

“First, let’s take things to a more … intimate setting. This place feels so exposed.”

Gritting his teeth, Nanami felt his legs root themselves to the spot, entirely not within his control. Something large and dark was rushing toward him and he leaned back, flicking his sword out in a fine, controlled line along the wall of the alleyway behind him. It was all he had time for before weightlessness took his limbs and darkness claimed his mind.

“Guess I’m stuck with you two goons. As always.”

Nobara unwrapped a chocolate bar and took a large bite. Beside her, Megumi scowled.

“I’m the one who should be saying that.”

“I said it first, buttface.”

“Your maturity never fails to amaze me.”

Yuuji looked up from his phone and offered a warm grin.  

“Let’s hurry guys. Nanamin’s signal hasn’t moved for a while now, so he must be staking out already.”

Nobara sighed.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get this show on the road. But, hey! Why do you always get to go with Nanami-sensei? He’s so cool and responsible, unlike some teachers.”

They had already passed the Seven-Eleven where Nobara had purchased her chocolate for a quick snack. They were now making their way to the spot downtown where Nanami’s signal on the app blinked in stationary silence. Yuuji’s grin turned positively devilish as he turned to the brown-haired girl who strode quickly beside him.

“I mean, I didn’t choose Nanamin. Gojo-sensei assigned me to him. But yeah, going on missions with him definitely has its perks.”

He left the statement hanging, prompting Nobara to squint suspiciously at him.

“Eh? What kind of perks are we talking about?”

“You know the details of the mission right?”

Megumi frowned. “Of course we know. There’s some idol whose fans are disappearing. And the ones hired to get on stage with him are being targeted. What’s your point, Itadori?”

“Oh, just … I got to go to the concert and vibe for a bit. Nanamin got us VIP pass tickets, so we were up in the special box. And – “

“Now, just one minute,” Nobara’s expression had turned rather frightening. “You attended the actual concert?”

“Hell yeah. And I got lots of souvenirs and merch. Nanamin gave me an allowance, like always. I mean, it’s not like we were just having fun. I had to monitor Ryo-ri and talk to people. You know, network, just in case. For anything suspicious. Oh, and we went to Forty-two West – “

“The grill place?” Megumi interrupted, his own face morphing into something murderous. “The famous one that got all those five-star reviews?”

“Yeah! The same. Nanamin said we had to go because it gave us a good view of the stage set-up. But I’m not complaining. That trio of chocolate dessert was –“

Yuuji realised he had gone a step too far when his collar was roughly grabbed from both sides by his irate classmates. Nobara was fuming.

“You’re winin’ and dinin’ with Nanami-sensei while we’re trudging around the shittiest areas of Tokyo eating instant ramen that Gojo-sensei makes us buy ourselves?

“Even my shikigami get treated better.”

“Oi, oi, it’s not my fault Nanamin prefers the finer things – “

“Well then, I’m gonna put in a request for next time. I’ll make you stay with Gojo while Nanami-sensei takes me to the best nail salon and all those cute boutiques. And feeds me, too.”

“Now you’re making yourself sound like one of my shikigami.”

“Guys.”

The flat urgency in Yuuji’s tone brought them out of their small spat. They had arrived near the narrow alleyway where Nanami had encountered the cursed spirit earlier. Megumi and Nobara were instantly on alert, the traces of cursed energy subtle, but unmistakeable. And even if they hadn’t detected that, the phone with a shattered screen on the pavement was enough to give them pause. Yuuji gingerly picked it up, examining it from all angles. This definitely wasn’t Nanami’s phone. The small stickers looked familiar, though, and his eyes widened.

“This is that girl’s phone. The performer who went on stage with Ryo-ri!”

Megumi gritted his teeth. “So they were both attacked?”

“Looks like it.”

Nobara began to do a small circuit of the area, peering into the alley with close attention.

“Hey. Check this out.”

The two boys came to crouch beside her.

“What’s that?”

“This damage has traces of cursed energy, but I think it’s Nanami’s. Look at the marks here.”

Yuuji drew in a quick breath.

“The way those bottles and boxes are cut … “

“Yeah. They’re divided in a seven-three ratio. He’s letting us know he was still alive and maybe mobile when the curse took him.”

Megumi’s brow darkened.

“If this cursed spirit was powerful enough to capture Nanami, then shouldn’t we call for back-up?”

Yuuji stood abruptly.

“There’s no time. If we wait for back-up to arrive … I have no idea what could happen in the meantime. We’ve got to go in and do what we can. Isn’t that what sorcerers' have to do, even when they’re lacking in numbers and experience?”

Nobara nodded firmly. “For once, I agree with Itadori.”

Megumi sighed and straightened. “You’re right. But I think you’ve both missed something important.”

“Eh?”

“Itadori, how have you been tracking Nanami all this time?”

“What? By the app, obviously.”

“And you think a spirit or curse user, strong and smart enough to take them both, would just let you track Nanami’s phone?”

“Oh … “

Nobara hissed out a frustrated breath. “It wants to lure us in, huh?”

“If it knew Itadori was with Nanami, then that’s possible. I’m gonna send a message to Gojo just in case, and then we head in.”

This is so exciting! Now that the bitch is out of the way, I can focus on what’s important. That kid is on his way because of hot stuff’s phone tracker, but wait, wait … I didn’t expect two more to be with him. Hmmm. That’s fine. It makes no difference. Once they enter my domain, they’ll have no choice but to follow the rules. And maybe this handsome knight in shining armour will be more … receptive to my requests when they are present. Hahahahaha. How sweet it will be!

How sweet, yes, yes. Even sweeter? I get to finally see his eye colour when he wakes up! He was wearing those shades the whole time, but now … whoops! I’ve stolen them.

Hmm. Hmm. Oh, his hair! It’s so soft! I can’t … oh, this little undercut is so lovely. So cute. A jujutsu sorcerer, huh? Scarrrry. Hehe. But that wouldn’t make me change my mind at all. Oh no. It’s worth it. This power will be just what I need. He’ll be just what I need, forever and ever.

A powerful sorcerer like this … wait. Wait. Imagine what he’s built like? Oh, oh, he just gets even better. Imagine the definition he has under all that – he’s waking up! He’s opening his eyes! They’re … oh.

Oh.

Beautiful. Oh, wow. They’re upturned, just a little at the ends and, and, they’re hazel? Qwjecknblaargh …. Focus! He’s awake! I must not pass out from his magnetic stare. Breathe.

When Nanami came to, it was not in a setting he had expected. He was lying next to a lake, on a thick picnic blanket, a picturesque sunset adorning the horizon. He was instantly on high alert, reaching for his sword which, predictably, wasn’t there.

“Oh, come now. You won’t be needing that. I’m not going to harm you.”

That breathy, girlish voice sounded somewhere behind him and he spun around, bending his knees, muscles taut and ready to react. The cursed spirit had finally taken on a more tangible form. A woman’s form, quite short and delicately built, chestnut hair falling in long cascades on either side of its face. It wore a pastel pink shift dress and its feet were bare. The most telling features were the eyes. There were no eyes. Just a shadowed region, beneath straight brown bangs.

“What do you want?”

“Straight to the point, huh? All right then. I want you.”

Nanami, sensing no immediate violent intent, straightened, but kept his senses alert.

“If you mean my life, please don’t assume that it’ll come easily.”

The spirit giggled.

“You’re so silly! No, no. No, no, no, no. Not at all. This is my domain, as you can see.”

“I gathered that much. Where’s the woman from earlier? What have you done with her?”

There was a distinct pout on the spirit’s face. It sighed petulantly.

“I thought you might ask that. Here.”

It waved a hand and a small window appeared in mid-air. It expanded until the ‘room’ beyond became visible. The stage performer, still unconscious, reclined in a large chair in a dingy space with dust covers over the furniture and the blinds drawn.

“Go on. If you reach through, you can touch her. That way you’ll know I’m telling the truth.”

Stepping forward carefully, keeping the spirit in the periphery of his vision, Nanami placed his hand through the shimmering window. His fingers came into contact with the inert warmth of the girl’s wrist. There was a steady pulse there. He withdrew his hand and turned to the spirit.

“All right. I’ve confirmed that the civilian is safe. You can tell me right now what you plan to do.”

The spirit smiled coyly and brought something out of its ‘pocket’. It stroked a finger over the sleek, dark cover of Nanami’s phone.

“Ah, but it’s no fun if I don’t have help with my plans. So, I’ve managed to get a hold of this. Your dear little student and his friends are on their way to search for you. I’ve guided them helpfully into my domain. I think things will be more entertaining when they get here.”

Nanami gritted his teeth, but paused, choosing his words carefully. This spirit seemed to be fond of conversation. Maybe even willing to be distracted by it.

“The students have nothing to do with this. You said you wanted me. Well, here I am, and I’m certainly not going anywhere. I’m aware that domains like this one have rules. Why don’t you leave them out of it and enlighten me.”

The spirit gave another delighted laugh.

“Oh, you’re just … wonderful. As I thought. No, I won’t let them go. But I will tell you the rules. Such fun rules too! Maybe you’ll even learn to like them. I need you to play a game with me. Nothing violent, of course, or very physical. Well, maybe a little physical.” There was that spine-chilling giggle again. “Your students are even allowed to participate and help you along! Precious little helpers, just for you. The game is all about choices. I’m going to present you with scenarios, just some harmless make-belief, you understand? You have to play the role I choose for you, and then make the correct choices. Choosing options will eventually get you to the next scenario. And every correct choice gives me a massive energy boost. That is the nature of the game in my domain. But beware! Making the incorrect choices, or attempting violence against me, will alter the next scenario. If you keep making incorrect choices, you’ll end up with a bad ending. And a bad ending means …”

The spirit snapped its fingers and the window to the dark room beyond grew wider. Nanami clenched his fists. The girl from earlier was not the only occupant. At least five other dark shapes lay in various poses on the uncovered items of furniture around the room. The other abductees.

“They’re also under my control, you see. And for every bad ending you get, one of them goes poof! But don’t worry, I’m kind. I won’t harm your students in that way.”

Nanami turned slowly back to the spirit.

Kind?

As unfathomable as it sounded, there was a tone of sincerity, almost warmth, in the spirit’s voice. As if it really, really believed that killing others, but not Nanami’s students, was an act of kindness. As long as he had been in the business of exorcising spirits, Nanami had developed a certain instinct about how to deal with specific types of curses. A sort of unerring sixth sense about how to deal maximum damage when handling them; getting to the heart of their true nature through their weaknesses. Something, perhaps his own innate technique, was telling him that there was an exploitable crack in the armour here.

“I see. That is kind of you.”

The spirit immediately beamed, for all it didn’t have eyes to express emotion with. The dark window disappeared, and the sunset took on an even rosier hue.

“I knew you’d see things clearly!”

“Tell me more about this game. Most importantly, what happens when the game ends?”

“Don’t worry about the students. They’ll be safe and wake up somewhere. If you don’t get any bad endings, all the civilians will be returned safely too. But they won’t remember anything that happened to them.”

“And me?”

“I can’t tell you that yet. Will that be a problem?”

Nanami considered for a moment before shaking his head firmly.

“No. I don’t care much what happens to me. As long as you give me a binding vow, as we sorcerer’s call it, that you’ll let them go when the time comes.”

The spirit’s smile grew impossibly broad, and it let out a small, dreamy sigh.

“You’re … really something, Mister Sorcerer. Or should I say, Nanamin. I checked your student’s chat with you and that’s such a cute nickname!”

Nanami twitched slightly at the moniker, but did not react otherwise.

“Call me whatever you want. But please make that vow.”

“Of course! Anything for you.”

Stretching one hand out, the spirit waggled its fingers. Cautiously, Nanami held out his hand and they grasped each other by the wrist. The spirit was fully corporeal, at least in its domain, the flesh beneath his fingers firm and human-like. A shudder seemed to pass through the spirit as he made contact. They spoke the words of their contract and, within the confines of this domain, those terms were made binding. Nanami let go and stepped back.

“All right. Now will you give me some information as to the nature of these game scenarios?”  

“You mean you haven’t guessed already?”

“No, I’m quite at a loss as to what they could be.”

The spirit clapped its hands and laughed.

“Why, they’ll be romantic, of course!”

“… Romantic?”

“Yes! A truly tingling tale of true love and fated lovers. The universe may conspire mischievously to keep them apart, but their honest, raw emotions will prevail over all! At least, as long as you get the good ending.”

Nanami was silent for a bit. He seemed to be thinking deeply, but in reality, this information had completely thrown him. If he understood correctly, this spirit wanted him to perform some kind of … romantic roleplay with it? Had he been mistaken? He had been operating under the assumption that this spirit had be born of the envy and resentment felt by the idol’s audience, but what was this all about then? It couldn’t be. But then again, even the most experienced sorcerers had come up, eventually, against spirits that defied their existing knowledge and instincts. Taking a breath, Nanami looked up.

“Romantic scenarios. Understood. I’ll play my part accordingly.”

“Eh?” It was the spirit’s turn to be caught off guard. “You agree just like that? I thought you’d at least resist the idea.”

“I have no reason to. If the lives of civilians are at stake, then I, and my students, will perform whatever role you assign to us to the best of our ability.”

Nanami reached up and, in a controlled motion, smoothed back his hair. He lifted his sweater slightly and tugged on the empty harness for his blade, snapping it back into place before neatly rolling up his sleeves. He faced the spirit and folded his arms.

“I am ready for you.”

Something crimson and wet dripped from the spirit’s nose. It hurriedly mopped it up with the back of its wrist.

“Ah, er, well. Let me prepare a few things and I will … be back soon.”

The window behind it opened and it scurried through. Nanami raised an eyebrow.

Was that blush part of the act?

[mpsansy]

Could you give me a full breakdown of their relationships (how each of them view the others, regrets, fears, insecurities, favorite memories from life and/or death with the other) to each other and Casper? :>

Oh, for sure! This may or may not be a big one. And perhaps one ask I go all over the place for. We'll see.

I'll start off by saying that the trio's relationship is a real unbreakable one. Even if they're worlds apart, the bond they got is real sturdy.

Stretch in Fatso & Stinkie's eyes have always been seen as the leader who can get his head in the game real quick. Can be a fun ghost or an all out brutal spirit that would look at you in the eyes as he shreds you to pieces.

Fatso in Stretch's and Stinkie's eyes is the entertainer. The showstopper who doesn't seem to get mad easily. Gonna have to be more than big words to take the fella down.

Lastly, Stinkie. In his brothers eyes, he's not such a dummy. I mean, they did think about him as that once, but with him reclaiming his memories that all flipped.

In conclusion, they do think greatly of each other. At least by a normal degree.

Additionally, they were raised to understand that a healthy brotherly bond will transcend any borders that could be made. In life and in death.

Their mother, of course, being the one who taught them this. She was always so smart and wise beyond her years.

And on that note, some of their favorite memories do involve their mother. Some would be cooking with her, playing with her, even learning a language that they're father couldn't understand at all.

All of them were clear mama's boys who wanted to make her proud. Not something they'd remember now as spirits, but regardless. It's important for me to say with my version of all them.

I've mentioned their regrets before [here], so I won't say it again. But fears? Hm, well I supposed they already had to live through them.

Fatso's fear turned reality-

Franklin dying in his wife's arms. Never getting a chance to see what beautiful children they had together. Unexpectedly becoming an absent father to his twins, not by choice. One can only hope his daughter Eleanor and son Florence understood that about their father.

Stinkie's fear turned reality-

Silvester losing all his mobility and feeling his throat close up from the poison that took him. That wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that he was all alone throughout the whole situation. He didn't have anyone to hold him just as he took his final painful breaths.

And finally Stretch's fear turned reality-

Simon. He saw a woman who he cherished with all his heart slit her throat in front of him. All in a desperate attempt to breathe, as blood began to spill straight down to the ground.

But wait, it gets worse for him.

Now he had a boy. A boy who he had every right to call HIS SON fall to his death meeting the ocean below.

Yes, it could've been worse like Casper's body being claimed by the ocean. But that pain of feeling that boy's body be completely cold and limp? Flesh from his head shredded and part of his skull exposed??

Simon honestly didn't even care how mangled & cold Casper was, that man held that boy so tight. Letting out the most gruesome scream that made every person stand in pure silence.

A scream of a parent losing a child. If you've ever had the displeasure of hearing it like I have, it yanks at your entire being.

Him slowly losing everyone he loved with all his soul was a fear that came true.

Extra bit:

I can't say exactly how different they'd think of Casper on an individual level (mostly bc this ask is too damn big to add on), but I know altogether the ghostly trio see Casper as this child who holds great potential.

Although he's kind in nature, the passion the child has for protecting the only family he's ever known as spirits that he'd resort to violence? All in the name of protecting them, defending them??

It makes them feel so guilty for tormenting this kid for as long as they did. And the things they did, what they said ro him? They can't take them back.

All they can do is apologize. Sure hope they try to be calm and collected about it. Wouldn't want to choke on the words they need to tell their beloved nephew.

Casper's best memory is of him cuddling up to his mother and presumed father at the time, Simon. How he could remember that memory is odd because he was barely three, but it was so happy for him. He felt wrapped up in love & warmth. Protected by the world he'd soon know to be harsh and brutal beyond comprehensible thought. But in this very moment? He didn't need to worry about all that.

Casper was with his mom and dad. Forever loved and cradled in their loving arms.

Casper's worst fear was just ending up alone. Abandoned by everyone and seen as a failure. Shares part of that fear with his mother and if he had to experience that as a ghost? He'd lose it.

Off that, they don't have any insecurities. Or at least none that I can think of right off the bat.

[simslegacy5083]

Today's (3/10/2025) Episode: Spring Steepes

Skye and Elyse were making progress preparing for their wedding, but before they could head to the alter, their officiant needed a quick favor.

“I’m sorry to introduce you to our little campus housing outpost like this, and on your wedding day no less!” Candor said as the trio teleported into Gibbs Hill early that morning and made their way towards a small townhouse near the university. 

“Mr. Pawn we’re here!” he called out as they approached.  “Thank goodness!” a frazzled elderly sim replied, opening the worn door. “It’s a disaster!”

“Don’t worry” Candor soothed, “my new helpers and I will make things right. Skye, Elyse, Mr. Pawn is a literature professor at Britechester and has lived here… oh how long has it been now?” The sim ushered them hurriedly inside as he replied: “Ages. I was your grandson’s very first tenant.”

After Luigi and his cousins moved out of the townhouse that Peachy and the other parents bought for them in Britechester, he’d decided to keep the place and brought in Grandy Jasper for help renovating the shared living space into three single family apartments.

The management of his little “side hustle” had transferred to Candor when the elders had moved in with Luigi following Noemi’s difficulties after Skye’s birth, and now it would fall to Skye himself to carry on caring for the residents of Spring Steepes.

Candor set Skye to working on the root of the problem down in the utility room while Elyse mopped up puddles.

For his part, the immortal mage kept Mr. Pawn distracted by listening indulgently to his stories about university life. “Game nights are the WORST” he complained “someone inevitably thinks its hilarious to deface the statute in the quad, and the security guards are useless. Darn kids!”

When water finally stopped gushing from the pipes the men headed down to check on their “repair technician”.

A proud Candor clapped Skye on the shoulder, while Mr. Pawn said “Great job young…” before pausing, unsure how to address the androgenous sim.

Skye just smiled. “Thanks. Dad taught me a thing or two about fixing stuff around the house, though I’m hoping to learn the repairo spell soon, and  that will make problems like this a WHOLE lot easier to solve!”

Before they could head home a much less pleasant tenant intercepted them. “This was the last straw!” he fumed “Its always something with this place and you never do ANYTHING until its an emergency. Good luck finding another sucker to put up with your negligence, because I’m outta here!”

He stormed inside, presumably to pack his things, as Candor turned to the others to explain “That ray of sunshine was Mickie. He’s always been a bit of a hot head. Good riddance I say. We’ll find a new tenant easily; there’s never a shortage of sims looking for a place to live around here. Maybe even one of your young friends? I imagine a few of them are planning to head off to college.”

Skye nodded “At this point they’ve probably already figured out their housing arrangements for next semester, but I’ll put out some feelers this evening at the reception. Everyone said they’re coming.”

“That’s right!” Candor smacked himself gently on the forehead. “We have a wedding to get to. Well, come on you two… you are, after all, the stars of that particular show. You don’t want to keep your audience waiting!”

The young couple exchanged a happy smile as Skye slung xir arm over Elyse’s shoulder and headed back towards the teleporter that would take them to their next, very exciting, destination in the hills of Del Sol Valley.

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[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Dead Beauty AU

Lonnie has one (1) objective: To get Ben from Captain Hook.

It is not her fault that no one tells her shit. Or that Jay decided to... behive like that.

With the carefully manicured tallon-like nails of the young deVil woman on her chin, Lonnie freezes.

She can feel her own heart beating painfully, the heat of Jay's body so close to her and the oppressive atmosphere of this Isle bar, sticky on her skin. It makes her hair stand up at the back of her neck.

The woman manipulates Lonnie's face with surprising steadiness, given how obviously intoxicated she is, and Lonnie leans further back into Jay to escape her deathly cool touch.

It doesn't help much.

„She's new, isn't she. I don't remember her.“ The woman states, her voice like glass-shards.

Lonnie breathes in to introduce herself, but Jay speaks over her. She bites her tongue as he does so, exchanging easy jabs with the three Villain Children – young Villains in front of them.

Finally, it is over, and Jay nudges her to rise so they could leave the trio behind and go find Mal and Carlos and Evie. And finally do something about this whole Ben being kidnapped by the Neverland pirates situation?

She hates the way the bar looks at them, hungry eyes drinking in the scene. It seems everyone is looking, except for the trio they had been talking with – the woman got back to her drinking and the two young men are talking at each other with hushed voices. All of them undisturbed by the attention – and Jay too.

She runs her hands up and down her palms as if that’d help her get rid of the unwanted gazes and steps away, Jay close at her heels. She is so eager to have this whole experience behind her

Jay catches up with her and gives the crowds a scathing look; puts an arm around her waist. Kisses her.

Lonnie freezes.

His lips are soft on hers and he holds her weakly enough that she could break away at any moment. Could – should.

She takes in a sharp breath and grasps at his biceps momentarily before catching herself and remembering the gravity of the situation, and fuck–

„Is this how it is, Jay?“ she hisses, suddenly furious with him and his stupid games, „You won’t even hold hands in school, but you will kiss me in full view of an Isle bar?!“

If he doesn’t have a good response in the next five seconds, she will be so over him.

(she hopes.)

„It’s– It’s not like that, Lonnie,“ he says, bringing his hands halfway up in an apologetic gesture.

„What is it, then?“ she challenges.

„Fight, fight, fight–“ the people around them start chanting.

„Look at them – look how they’re looking at you. They don’t know what you’re capable of, they could hurt you–“

Yeah, and Lonnie has no fucking idea how he got the stupid idea that parading around with his arms around her as if he didn’t spend the last month avoiding her touch and affection like fire would help. How kissing her would help–

„Let’s show them what I can do, then,“ she says steadily, „Fight me, you coward. Fight me.“

He shies away from her just the tiniest bit away, his eyes darting away frantically.

„I– I don’t want to hurt you–“ he says finally.

„You won’t hurt me, I promise.“

„Please–“ he doesn’t have the fucking decency to beg out loud, only forming the word with his lips.

„Fight, fight, fight–“ the crowd keeps chanting.

Lonnie takes out her sword from the sheat and attacks – to hell with all of this.

To hell with evasive Isle boys that’d break a girls heart for fun but „don’t do feelings“.

To hell with Mal, running away, and to hell with Ben, following her.

Lonnie is so over it.

Jay meets her blade with his, and the people scramble from their seats, leaving the chairs upturned.

Jay immediately kicks one of those under her legs and she leaps over it, already swinging at him from the air.

He parries easily and says: „Let’s dance, then.“

And so they dance.

It feels good to just let go.

Jay forces her to stay on her toes, constantly coming up with moves that she had never seen and that she is pretty sure are banned, but she gives as good as she gets.

She doesn’t manage a hit, and notably, Jay never once slices her skin, though she is sure tomorrow she will be bruised all over.

Finally, they stop at an impasse, swords pointed at each other, breathing heavily.

Jay is smiling.

She has a sword pointed at his throat and he is fucking smiling.

„Well, that was another way to ensure no one will touch you,“ he says, already putting away his weapon, „Now let’s fucking go, before someone gets the bright bloody idea to get ransom for you too.“

He stalks away and Lonnie, well, Lonnie is left to follow.

Before she breaks from her shock fully, the crowd is clapping – somehow, it comes as no surprise to her that the deVil woman, sat high up at the bar table, is leading the applause.

She ducks her head, sheats her sword, and bolts out of the door, where Jay is waiting for her.

They quickly walk over to the establishment the young Villain indicated, and step inside. It is–

„Jay,“ she grabs him roughly, „I’ve had enough. The king was kidnapped. What are we doing in a stripper bar?!“

„Eh, strategic meeting?“ answers Jay, his eyes darting around the bar distractedly, „Anyway, want a shot?“

„Jay!“

„Trust me, you’re gonna need that shot.“

Before she gets the chance to answer, he steps out, to meet Mal and Carlos – Evie isn’t there. Mal is leaning back in her seat, legs propped up at the table, cleaning her nails with a knife, and narrating something to Carlos, who clearly does his very best to channel how uninterested in the conversation he is.

„Where is Evie?“ Lonnie asks.

„Ah, at the Tremaines, I presume.“ A heartbeat of silence. „She wouldn’t be caught dead in this district.“

Good for her, Lonnie supposes.

Jay leans at the table and immediately steals whatever Mal was drinking.

„Fuck you, Jay,“ the fae puts her feet down and leans forward; she doesn’t bother hiding her knife, „You got it?“

„Please, tell me you got it,“ adds Carlos, desperate not to let the conversation steer off-track.

„Do I got it, baby.“

Both of them fix him with a glare.

„Yeah of course I got it,“ he sights, „What are we drinking?“

„Tequila,“ sneers Mal.

„You cannot hold your tequila, sweetheart–“

Lonnie clears her throat.

„Trust me, I’ve told her so,“ adds Carlos.

„Hello?“ Says Lonnie over the banter,„We’re not drinking anything? The pirates have kidnapped Ben?“

„All the more fucking reason to drink, don't you think?“ asks Mal. Carlos waves down a waiter for them.

„No!“ protests Lonnie, „Not at all! And besides, none of you are of legal drinking age,“ she adds with a huff.

„Old enough to serve a prison sentence, old enough to drink,“ they chorus at her.

She needs it to be over. She grimaces. „Not how that works,“ she notes dryly.

„Old enough to rule a country, old enough to drink,“ offers Mal with a slightly manic look in her eyes as she leans forward. Lonnie steps back.

„I don’t like you,“ she notifies Mal. She is entitled to a bit of pettiness in this situation.

„Balsy,“ Mal smirks, showing her teeth, and turns at Jay, „What is she doing here anyway.“

„Excuse me, I’m right there!“ protests Lonnie, to no avail at all. They both ignore her.

„She wanted to come,“ answers Jay nonchalantly. „You could’ve said no to her,“ tells him Mal at the same time as Carlos comments „You’re all the same,“ for no one in particular.

Jay just shrugs, as if that hadn’t crossed his mind, and: „Oh, look, our drinks are there.“ He leans forward and puts some powder onto the back of his palm; Lonnie thinks there is way too much glasses for the four of them.

„You’re lucky I don’t care that much,“ sighs Mal overdramatically as she does the same as Jay. Lonnie stares bewildered as Carlos takes the powder – crystals? – onto his hand too, and: „It’s salt, then shot, then lemon, baby. Tequila.“ Jay nudges her.

„You’re so gonna need it,“ adds Carlos.

Lonnie reaches out for the salt too.

They take their glasses.

„To us, then,“ says Mal, „Rotten from the core.“

„I hate you,“ responds Jay to her toast.

Mal just smirks, licks the salt from her hand and shots back the tequila, the boys following suit.

Reluctantly, Lonnie does the same, and immediately erupts in hacking cough: The tequila is vile. And it burns.

„Gotta suck the lemon.“

„When life gives you lemons–“

„You drink silver fucking tequila.“

With tears in her eyes, Lonnie reaches for the repugnant-looking vedge of lemon, hoping the sour fruit will actually do something for the cloying taste left in her mouth.

Finally, she manages to get her bearings, and she is not all that surprised to find the conversation has nothing to do with the kidnapped king.

She knew why she wanted to come – she likes Jay, but–

But he’d choose Mal over her at any heartbeat, she thinks.

Anyway. Enough about Jay and his noble– stupidly blind loyalty.

The king.

Idly, she notices the three already have new glasses in front of them. She decides to be concerned after Ben is saved, thank you.

„When are we getting Ben?“ she asks.

„Eh,“ smirks Mal lazily, „After midday? Gotta give Captain Hook time to get over the hangover. Or to get drunk again.“ She appears deep in thought over this.

„And for you to regain consciousness,“ notes Carlos dryly.

„Oh, fuck off, deVil,“ complains Mal, „I have it under control.“

„Sure you do.“

Mal steals Carlos’ glass and shots it back, to make a fucking point, apparently.

„So, midday?“ Lonnie presses on.

„You might want to postpone that.“

She turns around to see whoever spoke: a pirate with dark leather coat and utterly impassive expression. She turns around at Jay: „Who is that?“ she hisses.

„Smee,“ he half-whispers back.

„How long have you been there?“ Mal demands moodily.

The pirate sighs: „Like two minutes. It’s not my fault you didn’t notice me.“ Mal breathes in to argue and Carlos claps his hand over her mouth. The pirate continues without paying her any notice: „Anyway, I don’t have the whole night, so. Ginny Gothel came by and she wants some shit: Some medical supplies that she helpfully wrote down for you.“ They slam a paper at the table. „A good winter coat. Jewelry and hair accessories and some precious stones. Don’t bother coming unless you have it.“

The pirate turns to leave.

„Yes,“ spits out Mal, having freed her mouth – probably via biting, if Carlos’ indignant expression is of any indication, „Go back to the port. Tell them not to die before we get there – some feat that’ll be, I imagine.“

Smee pauses. „I am not paid enough to chit chat with you,“ they say.

„Wait, you are paid?!“ asks Jay. Lonnie is growing more concerned by the minute – second.

„Yes.“

The pirate leaves and Lonnie turns back at the group. Before she can think of anything to say or to read the demands, Mal picks up the paper with ner nails, grimacing with annoyance.

„So…“ Jay start to question her: She answers before he forms the sentence: „Ugh, yes, we gotta get that. Evie would have my head if I didn’t get the medical shit for Ginny.“

„On it,“ nods Jay decisively and he gets up, as if nothing was going on at all.

„No!“ Lonnie slams her hands on the table; she has had enough, „I don’t understand. What is with you? What is wrong with this place? Why should the fact that Ginny Gothel wants gold and jewelry mean we have to get it for Captain Hook?!“

„Oh, they’re dating,“ explains Jay easily. Carlos hits his head against the table.

„They’re what now?!“ she asks, suddenly furious: Ginny Gothel, that must be Mother Gothel’s daughter, and why–

„They’re dating, keep up,“ sneers Mal, and Lonnie gives her a half-scathing half-panicked look.

„But–“ she stutters in her fury, „Isn’t he like fifty now?! And she’s– young, Mother Gothel’s daughter?“

Lonnie only gaps when Mal starts cackling, her head thrown back. Jay joins her, while Carlos continues to bang his head against the table.

Finally, Mal gets over her laughing fit, and tells Lonnie: „Yeah, no, he totally is. But we meant Harriet– Captain Harriet Hook. Y’know, his daughter?“

[doubleddenden]

Onto Hisui, the kinda gen 8, gen 4, almost gen 9, maybe gen 8.4.2.5.7 starters?

So I'm not going to do a full in depth review on each base starter again and their mid evolution- all you need to know that it is a sheer fucking coincidence that they picked all three of my favorite starters to be the starters for this gen. What a wild concept. Like Galar's starters sucked so bad, they had to call in back up from the previous gens just to keep the entire gen from becoming a trash fire- even Rowlet, who barely hung its hat up after gen 7 and Isle of Armor.

And saved they did. This crew is pretty strange and unique, but not unwelcome, and not unseen before- just mainly in fan games. The concept of taking 3 starters that normally have zero to do with each other and unifying them with a shared concept and variant evolutions is just... peak creativity. Something new out of something old without a gimmick that can be easily discarded, just brilliant.

I can do a group review of the final evolutions, because GOD that's such a fun idea and they look so cool. So how do you unify three random starters? You tie them together to the place they are roaming, aka the wilds of Hokaido circa 200 years ago. A ronin, a corrupted samurai, and what I think is either a priest or a yokai. Just brilliant stuff here. The colors invoke an timely view of the old world, and each sort of have their own level of mysticism about them, and have shared hues of red- almost like maple leaves, blood, or a blood moon. Or, more specifically, DEATH in various aspects, which Hisui isn't shy about touching. God, I love these guys. I really do. 9.5/10.

Individual reviews under the cut

Hisuian Decidueye isn't quite as cool as regular, but the only thing that's really throwing me off is the smaller wings in comparison to normal. Otherwise, this is a fantastic re-imagining of Decidueye that does something that hasn't been done with other grass starters: A *fall* color scheme. In the whole "Death" scenario, the leaves are dying, as is the age of Samurai, which would be somewhere around the same time period that Legends Arceus would take place in, and being a Ronin, Decidueye would essentially be a traveling *masterless* samurai. Ironically, considering the death motif, it leaves the ghost type behind and embraces the FIGHTING type- as if he's going down swinging while he's still got fight left in him, or he's fighting to survive the Hisuian wilderness. There's a lot that could be said to really amp up why I love this guy, and I'm still waiting for a good excuse to use him some day. 8/10.

Hisuian Typhlosion didn't immediately click with me until I saw it in action and I saw it in artwork. It's very similar to regular Typhlosion in which you need the proper angle to truly appreciate it, and appreciate it I do after using it as a transfer starter for my run in Kitakami. If the Hisuian starter trio are based around death, you can't get much more death related than being a ghost. Specifically, Hyphlosion could based on the "Night Parade of 100 Demons," particularly with its move "Infernal Parade," but also could have inspiration from old Japanese priests, particularly from the bead-like necklace of fire around its neck. Interestingly, as a ghost, it's particularly benevolent and purifies spirits with its flames before guiding them to the next world- according to the dex, anyway. Any way you look at it, it's a very different take to normal Typhlosion, but it's a pretty valid and cool one imo. The wispy flames are super unique and mesmerizing to watch. The overall purple coat and lighter tanned belly may in fact be a reference to Typhlosion's old shiny palette in GSC, which sported a similar coloration. I do with the ears were more perked up and that it was easier to see the cooler side of it, but honestly I just like this sleepy boy no matter what. 9/10, Typhlosion was my first Pokemon and it'll always have a spot in my heart no matter what it looks like, and Hyphlosion came just when it needed to to save fire starters.

Hisuian Samurott is probably my favorite starter of all time, now, because it basically just improves everything stylistically I love about OG Samurott and takes it even further. It is a little strange that Samurott, an already Japanese inspired Pokemon, gets a more Japnese form, but I'll take what I can get considering the state of starters at the time. This Samurott may be based on the *corrupt* Samurai, those that get drunk on power and demand others do as they say, or *die* in the streets- hence the dark type, and hence why red streaks line it's black armor- representative of blood shed by civilians that dare go against its rule, and further implicated by its signature move- Ceaseless Edge, an onslaught of slices without mercy. I think there could also be a further influence from the infamous Muramasa sword mythos- that is, swords forged so well by a single blacksmith that people claimed they were possessed or forged by *demons*, because of how well and how many they killed. Dark is the "evil" type in Japan, after all. Regardless of all of that, This is seriously such a cool Pokemon design and an ideal starter design overall, because it can move on land and in water quite decently. I think if I have a gripe, a singular one, it is simply that I would prefer black claws, but red is a fine enough color as it is. That, and maybe I'd wish it wasn't so slow. 9/10, my favorite starter at the moment, so much so I purposely bred for a shiny to use again in Blueberry Academy, and it came back just when needed to save water starters from being ugly.

God, I love these guys. I hope the ZA trio turns out as good as these guys.

Next and finally will be the SV starters... Unless anyone wants me to purposely do one for something like Pikachu, Eevee, and the Eeveelutions for Orre.

[mochiwrites]

Not going to yell at you for the end of the latest chapter of and like an arrow... But the beginning ARRGHDHDHDHHDHDJDJDJDJNDN

This whole bit honestly jrfjjdjdjjssjsjndssjjhfhfh

Mumbo leaving the Southlands! The INTERACTIONS! The whole friend vs ally thing!!!!

I can't think of any questions (just keysmash) but please take this as an excuse to yap

YAP TIME????? YAP TIME

I know I'm like a month late to answering this shhhh look away /silly but god this chapter.... this entire bit.... I'm forever emotional over the southlanders :((( their split truly was inevitable, both in this fic and in canon and jfghdjkfhgfjkg I'm Fine and Okay. I felt SO bad for mumbo and jimmy though while I was writing :( like out of everyone in the life series, speaking purely in the llau canon, those two aren't made to be players in the game. they're too kind, too gentle. and maybe scar could've been counted among them, but he had to grow into the part to survive by himself...

that's something I really really love pointing out in the fic because characters like mumbo and jimmy are such stark contrasts to people like grian and martyn, who know how to fight to survive and make difficult, cruel decisions

but ough the southlands dynamic is so fun to look at in this chapter, especially when you look at the friend vs ally thought ;w; both mumbo and jimmy kinda fall into that trap of viewing grian more as their friend than their ally, which is something that makes them softer. I'm not sure how much I actually touched on it in this chapter, but the entire reason why the southlands even fall apart (because it's not just mumbo who leaves) is because none of them can trust martyn. if martyn turned so easily against grian, then who's to say he won't turn against one of them next?

the southlands were already kind of hanging together with a fraying thread, and martyn's boogey on grian is what finally snapped it

also jdhgfgkfjgd I've seen a lot of people thinking that mumbo is going to join grian and scar, and 😔 I'm sorry to say that buttercup trio won't be happening </3 I've got other plans in mind for our favorite mustachioed guy

this chapter honestly was so much fun to write omg JDFHGFJHFGJ scar and grian's kiss was a long time coming hehe. it was something I wasn't even planning for initially when I first outlined this chapter, it hit me as I was writing LOL. but it was soooo important to me that their kiss felt like a natural progression and wasn't forced. they're not perfect, certainly far from it, but they're canonical soulmates for a reason. no matter the world, no matter the universe, no matter the version of themselves, they'll always fall into each other 🥺🥺🥺

and !!!! the fact that they ended up baking again is soso important to me because it was first used as a way for grian to cling to 3l!scar for a little bit longer, to chase his ghost. but now, it's something that ll!scar is making their own, he's taking it and making it theirs and haha wow I'm emotional JHFJFHKJHFGKLA

there's also something to be said about the fact that ll!scar doesn't ask grian about 3l!scar... sure, part of it is he doesn't want to make grian relive anything painful, and knows that grian probably wants to keep those memories to himself. but he also doesn't feel a need to ask. simply because he already feels like he knows 3l!scar. and he's content with that

I'm so fjghfghkjhgjfghfdkj guys. guys I'm so emotional over them.....

[yournormalidiot]

1, 6, 9, 11, 15, 20, and 22! (for the Outsiders ask game)

Oh buddy..thats alot..but tysm!! I've been dieinggg for someone to send me some of these!!!<3:)

1. Have you read other SE Hinton books

No, but I kinda wanna read that was then this is now and rumble fish cause I've seen people go on abt them and they seem cool

6. What are some ships you dislike?

cherrycola, I hate. IM SORRY if you ship it idm u do u but I just can't see it. I can't, like I could mabye see them being friendly cherry hanging with pony and becoming friends with soda and mabye helping him get girls but that's it🤷‍♀️

Mhmm I don't really like romantic jally either for the main reason, i feel like Johnny saw dally as a brothers or uncle figure, like he was someone who he could look up to and would protect him. (Almost like a replacement for his father) and I think dally saw Johnny like his little brother, someone who he could save, someone who saw him for more then just then a violent dog yk? idk shipping them romanticly just seems wrong. Cause of how I feel they viewed each other.

Also similar to romantic Johnnyboy, like I do ship them personally but not in a romantic sense exactly. Somewhere between romantic and friends (Honestly I think most the fantom does to and I like it that way)

9. What’s the favourite scene/moment from the book?

Oh i'd have to say, when Johnny and pony have just gotten off the train and Johnny told pony to get directions off to men working. Johnny telling pony to quite sloching and comb his hair (Johnny acting older then pony has my heart) but specifically where Johnny tells pony's he looks like soda and pony gets all blushy and deny it. But Johnny replays with "shoot, Your are to" while grinning and the fact he was laughing while pony walked away.

Idk it just a) gives Johnny so much more to his character then 'kicked puppy' and b) portays their friendship that honestly so fitting. Plus it's cute.

11. What’s your opinion of the movie?

LOVES IT OMFG I LOVE IT SM, it's how I got into the Outsiders. Ik the characters aren't very accurate looks wise but I think they got the personality down well so it evens out.

I'm sad we didn't get to see more of the more domestic/chill sence of the gang as in the book or much into ponyboys downward spiral after everything. But I think they've added some more sence and re-released it to make it more accurate but idk.

15. Five headcanons that are entirely self-indulgent

Steve is possessive of his friends, like when soda first befriended Johnny and hung with him alot Steve felt soo jealous (unpopular/weird kid steve I love you) cause soda was like his first friend. But then he also befriended Johnny and it all evened out. (Same reason he disliked dally at first)

Two bit being good with kids, like they love him and he's super good at doing hair/nails ect cause his little sister.

Angela and curly are irish twins. Angela was born in March and curly is November/December

Angela have damaged her curly hair straightening it, same with tim but not as server (Curly is the only one with his true curly that are completely undamaged)

The curtis have irish ancestry, idk how they just do. (So does two bit)

20. Which character do you relate to most?

Ponyboy..by far. May be cause I do project on to him a lil (alot) but either way, even just reading the book it was immediately "Oh shit he's me" idk just resonated with me alot.

22. Who’s a minor character in canon who you have basically projected a whole new characterisation onto?

Uhhh probably curly? Cause the fact I ship alot of purly..maye anglea cause I do love her. But ya..nevermind ms mathews, I'm obsessed with that women.

Idk I'm convinced she's like an aunt to the gang. She def helped darry and pony doesn't know, taught him how to cook, gave him recipes. Did her best to fill in for Mr and Ms Curtis after their deaths. (Also the 3 were the greatest trio of all time when they were in school)

[abydell]

Another Udonta-Quill Family (Yondad) bit

Yondu strode through the hanger of the Eclector with Peter Quill in toe; the boy carrying his little sister upon his back. They approached a craft docked in the maintenance area.

“Whoa cool!” Peter exclaimed as he saw the ship come into view. It was an old piece of construction equipment, it had an odd rounded shape and was yellow in color.

Yondu glanced down and chuckled at the boy's wide-eyed look of wonder over the big old hunk of junk.

“What is it?” Peter asked excitedly.

“A laser drill, meant to be for mining…but that’s not what we’re gonna use it for.” Yondu explained.

“Awesome. Can we check out the inside?” Peter’s eyes were hopeful and pleading.

Yondu looked to his crewmen who were working on repairing the craft, “Nothing is operational captain, should be okay.” one of them informed.

Yondu grunted then jerked his chin up, signaling Peter forwards.

Peter smiled and hitched his sister a little higher on his back as he ascended the loading ramp up into the ship, Yondu followed.

Once in the cockpit, Peter dropped his sister down into the co-pilot’s seat, “Alright, I’ll be the captain and you’ll be my First Mate, okay?” Peter told her.

“Kay,” she replied happily.

Yondu crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall, watching silently. The corner of his mouth turned up as Peter placed himself confidently in the Pilots chair, adjusting some of the control settings, though it did nothing; he was just pretending, Yondu realized.

Even though Peter was now in his early teens, Yondu knew he still had quite the childish streak and didn’t mind at all playing these types of games with his younger sister.

“Ready?” Peter said, “Begin take off sequence–”

“Wait!” the little girl to Peter’s left spouted, “What about daddy?”

“Oh… um,” Peter looked back over his shoulder to Yondu with an uneasy expression, unsure of whether or not to assign him a subordinate position.

“Daddy can be Gef.” the girl said, like that was the final word on the matter.

Peter looked bewildered. Yondu just chuckled as he stepped forward, “Shit, I’ll be Gef,” he said as he grabbed some goggles out of the service compartment. Placing them up upon his forehead, he pulled on his ear as Gef often did, and started pressing random buttons and switches on a side panel, “Uhhhmm, yep, all systems look good, Wait no– errrrrr” he squinted and leaned closer to the blank screen. The kids laughed at his impression. “Yeah, ready for docking detachment on your word, Captain,” Yondu turned and gave Peter a sly grin.

Peter's ear to ear smile lit up his whole face.

Soon the trio were pretending they were flying through a quantum asteroid field, but they’d shout out increasingly ridiculous objects that would appear before them out the viewport window.

“Aahh! That’s no moon, It’s the Death-Star!” Peter yelled.

“Ablisk! Ablisk!” his sister shouted.

“Go to the right, I think I saw a food skiff.” Yondu/Gef added.

Kraglin walked across the metal catwalk in front of the viewport window.

“Kraglin no! Get out of the way!”

“Fool is out there without a space suit, again.”

“Get him with the tractor bean!”

Kraglin turned his head and paused as he spotted them. He couldn’t hear them, he just saw Pete and his sister gesturing wildly and waving their arms at him, Yondu standing between them wearing goggles. Kraglin shook his head with a smirk and continued on his way.

“Hey Dada– uh, I mean Gef,”

Yondu turned to her, “Yeah lil’ bit?”

She pointed out the viewport window at nothing in particular “What’s that?”

Yondu/Gef shrugged, “Eh, could be my brains, cause I sure ain’t got ‘em in my head.”

“Pfft, nah, everyone knows Gef’s brains are in his stomach.” Peter chuckled.

“–What’re y’all doin?” a voice called from behind them.

All three turned to see Meredith entering the cockpit with a bemused expression on her face.

“Hey now, how’d a space angel get in here?” Yondu cracked a crooked grin.

“Shoulda figured y’all would be playin around in this thing.” Meredith told them.

Yondu stepped up to her, “The kids were curious is all.”

“Is that so,” Meredith placed her hands gently upon the lapels of his jacket as he shrugged.

“Mommy don’t, he’s Gef.” Lil bit warned.

Meredith paused, “Oh, you’re Gef huh?” she eyed him up and down.

“Yes ma’am.” Yondu grinned.

She spied the goggles and laughed, “Got it, well when you do see Yondu, tell him I want him up in the quarters.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Ugh, you guys can play later.” Peter complained, “We’re in the middle of a mission here.”

“Alright,” Meredith relented, giving Yondu a slight push. “So anyways, I got some of those new snacks you guys were askin for.”

“Zarg-nuts?” Peter lit up, “Oh cool! Thanks mom!”

“Yay! Zag nuts!” Lil’ bit spouted.

“I gotta get back to it, y’all play nice now.”

“We will, love you mom!”

“Love you too.” Meredith said and winked at Yondu as she descended the ladder out of the cockpit.

“Later sweetheart.” Yondu called after her.

“Whoa Gef, don’t talk to my mom like that,” Peter smirked, “or my pop will kick your ass.”

“Boy, ain’t no way you can trick me into kicking my own ass.”

“Well you know, never hurts to try,”

“Cheeky brat.” Yondu grunted.

“Gef, get back to your post, or I will whip your ass.” Peter said.

“Alright that’s it, I’m pulling a mutiny.” Yondu growled and moved into Peter’s space.

“What? No!” Peter’s suppressed laughter as Yondu began punching playfully at his chest and stomach, “Gah! One man mutinies don’t count!” Peter shouted as he squirmed around and tried to fight back in his seat.

“Says who,” Yondu spun and scooped his daughter up, placing her over his shoulder, “I’m takin this lil’ bit with me too,”

“Hey give her back!” Peter jumped up from the chair and gave chase.

They quickly caught up with Meredith and the sounds of playful laughter echoed through the maintenance bay.

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Authors Note:

This is from my variant timeline of the Star-Queen universe. So fanfiction inspired by fanfiction.

'Lil' bit' can be Yondu and Meredith's halfbreed daughter,

Or she could be a baby they ended up adopting (Mantis even maybe)

[bentbent05]

Haikyuu Cooking Skills Tier List

⚠️ INCLUDES MANGA SPOILERS SO VIEW AT YOUR OWN RISK ⚠️

Haikyuu Cooking Tier List (1st Attempt)

Years ago I made this tier list for fun! But then I looked back on this tier list and realized I made a LOT of flaws on this so I deleted the original one and made a new one! Check it out!

Haikyuu Cooking Tier List (2nd Attempt- NEWLY UPDATED VERSION)

So now that I updated my tier list, I also updated my Headcannons. Like I said this is just for fun so it’s probably still not very accurate! Again it’s not serious and is just for fun.

The tier list also applies to BOTH cookers and bakers!

Now here are my personal headcannons:

As we all know in the timeskip, Osamu owns his own restaurant and Tendo is a famous chocolatier. So ofc they’re the amazing cooks and bakers!

Fukunaga in the timeskip is a comedian in his own restaurant so he’s definitely up there but I still think Osamu and Tendo would be the better cooks.

We saw a quick glance of Kiyoko in the kitchen and I can assume she is an AMAZING cook! I think she’s just lowkey good at everything TBH because she’s the IT girl who is athletic (from running and jumping hurtles), organized (obv since she’s a manager), beautiful (again obv), and skilled while cooking!

Kita could be a creative cook but because of his methodical character, I think he would prefer following recipes.

Akaashi is a great cook but he either is at work or is at Bokuto’s games the majority of the time so he just either prefers to make simple on-the-go recipes or ordering out. Obviously Onigiri Miya is his favorite and I think he makes every excuse just to see Osamu (they’re besties your honor)!

I really ended up changing Kageyama’s tier drastically because of another cooking tier like this! Since Kageyama and his sister really seem to take care of themselves, and I think both him and Miwa switch days on who cooks. It made so much more sense since when I thought about it because I don’t really see Kageyama’s parents around them.

I think since Sakusa is so close with Atsumu and the Inarizarki team, I don’t think he really ever has to cook. He just eats what Osamu and Kita makes like Atsumu does. He just offers to help clean up since he finds cleaning relaxing (compared to cooking).

Ushijima, Hirugami, Yaku, Semi, and Iwaizumi are so “career focused” and have their careers take up the majority of their lives so they really don’t think about cooking.

Daishou probably loathes cooking but does it on the days Mika is tired like a sweet husband should!

Kenma also probably hates cooking (since he canonically has a small appetite) and is probably too busy to cook the majority of the time (because HE HAS TOO MANY JOBS AHFJRA). But there are days he will do it just because he knows Kuroo will lecture him if he doesn’t eat.

The whole Nekoma team including Kenma probably meet up at Fukunaga’s comedy bar to eat and hang out with each other as a team weekly! I can imagine Kenma and Yamamoto telling Fukunaga how proud they are of him as their fellow second year.

Makki and Mattsun always order out, because both of them are either not the best cooks or are just too lazy to cook.

I literally cannot see Suna cook! I think he would also lowkey abuse the fact that Osamu is such a great cook (I mean I would too lowkey).

And you cannot tell me that Hinata and Lev wouldn’t burn the kitchen down together! Not to mention, the chaotic trio (Noya, Tanaka, and Yamamoto) probably burned the kitchen down at one point too.

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