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genshingorlsrevengeance · 3 months

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(GFL) Valentine's Chocolate gift to Reader from AR, DEFY, 404, Griffin, and Sangvis

With today being Valentine's, I am obligated to make a post. Instead of just choosing a few raifus, I will include: EVERYONE. No one gets left behind during Valentines on my watch!

Anti-Rain Team

(From Left to Right: M4 SOPMOD II, ST AR-15, M4A1, RO635, M16A1)

M4A1

(M4A1) "Here. A token of my gratefulness, please accept it. The others will misunderstood this? ...Well that's good for you."

M4 really doesn't care what the other T-Dolls think. As long as (Y/N) was happy, she was happy.

After stoically gifting them the chocolate, her expression softens, seeing the smile on their face.

What she wasn't ready for was some chocolate being gifted back to her. She is flustered for only a moment before giving a gentle smile back.

(M4A1) "How about we share the chocolate together, (Y/N)?"

M4 SOPMOD II

(M4 SOPMOD II) "(Y/N), will you stop by today? There are plenty of sweets!"

SOPMOD is extremely excited about getting to taste all the chocolate with zero of the drawbacks.

But she also makes sure to share some with (Y/N), something that immediately catches everyone's attention.

Normally if anyone tried to get a hand on her chocolate, she'd go ballistic.

(M4 SOPMOD II) "Mmm! This tastes good! Here, open your mouth, I'll give you some!"

ST AR-15

(ST AR-15) "Have the other girls given you chocolate, (Y/N)? I... I'll do my best too! I won't admit defeat, whether in love or on the battlefield."

Regardless if the chocolate was strictly platonic, it gets STAR fired up.

She makes sure that her chocolate tastes the best out of everyone, dragging (Y/N) along to ensure no one else can try to upstage her!

STAR would prove her love, right then and there!

Of course, she's too fired up to realize that she had used "love" in her wording.

(ST AR-15) "Now let's see, where are the ingredients around here...?"

M16A1

(M16A1) "Honestly I'm not too interested, but please take one."

M16 is uncharacteristically bashful, fidgeting with her fingers as (Y/N) takes the chocolate.

She sighs in relief when they're distracted eating the chocolate, and even moreso when they smile.

She wipes her nonexistent sweat from her head and gives a toothy grin.

(M16A1) "Oh thank god!...N-Nothing, don't worry about it!"

RO635

(RO635) "(Y/N)!...Ummm...what I wanted to say was...here! You understand right?! These are my feelings!"

RO is on the verge of breaking down from her anxiety alone.

Upon hearing (Y/N) thanking her and taking a happy bite of her chocolate, she exhales deeply and blushes.

When they sit down next to her, offering some of the chocolate back, she can't help but scoot in a little closer. After all, it was just them in the room.

(RO635) "T-Thank you for accepting the chocolate...and, me..."

Task Force DEFY

(From Left to Right: AN-94, AK-12, Angelia, AK-15, RPK-16)

AK-12

(AK-12) "That damn AN-94 forcing me to receive this chocolate. Ah, (Y/N). Are you hungry? I got sweets."

12 doesn't particularly care about Valentine's, but eh. It was convenient that (Y/N) was nearby.

Sitting down with them, they both share their chocolate as she grumbled that AN-94 had made way too much for her.

But a little part of her was still thankful, for both the gift, and being able to give it to (Y/N).

(AK-12) "Hm, I bet you must be happy about getting chocolate from me.~"

AN-94

(AN-94) "I prepared chocolate for everyone. This one is for you, (Y/N), and this one is for...I'll send it to her later."

94 had made some chocolate for her squad already, but for (Y/N), it was just as special for them as it was for AK-12.

She watches with a blank expression as they take a bite, smiling in approval.

Finally, a warm smile grows across her lips as she nods in satisfaction.

(AN-94) "Is it to your liking?...I am glad."

AK-15

(AK-15) "(Y/N), here's the chocolate that I made, please accept it. It was made with strict adherence to the recipe, despite the annotations that were made. Why is that, you ask? I heard there was a rule for that, apparently."

15 doesn't really get why this even became a tradition.

But if it made the ones she cared for happy, maybe it wasn't a complete waste of time.

She simply nods once she knows that her chocolate was satisfactory.

(AK-15) "Thank you for your help as always, (Y/N)."

RPK-16

(RPK-16) "Eh? A chocolate? Ah, that's no good! I totally forgot about it…just kidding! (Y/N), as thanks for all of your support, please take this from me! By the way, that was a most interesting reaction you made there."

16 smiles as she hands the chocolate over to (Y/N), enjoying their reaction to the taste even more.

It was always interesting to see what a human's reaction was to candy, especially from someone they apparently liked.

And judging by their reaction, she could assume they were quite fond of her.

(RPK-16) "Now, I wonder how you'll be when you have to give the chcoolate to me, (Y/N)?"

Angelia

(Angelia) "Thanks for the gift, but I haven't got the time to prepare you something in return. How about a piece of information that's of equal value? For example, I've been trying to arrange Helian's mixers these last few days and it's been driving me… What? You're not interested?"

Angelia pops a piece of chocolate into her mouth as she shrugs.

Their loss.

She can't help the slight blush that appears on her cheeks when she sees just how happy (Y/N) was.

(Angelia) "...Remind me to get you some chocolate tonight too, (Y/N)."

Squad 404

(From Left to Right: G11, HK416, UMP45, UMP9)

UMP45

(UMP45) "(Y/N), I made this chocolate for you. Of course, I also prepared enough for everyone else…It's not bad, right?"

UMP45 has a smug grin, watching (Y/N)'s reaction. But it quickly melts into a more genuine smile as her shoulders relax.

She tries not to make a big deal out of it, and moves to give the chocolate to her squadmates.

But she kept an eye on (Y/N), making sure to note their preferences in her head.

(UMP45) "Hm...Guess I should've made theirs heart-shaped after all."

UMP9

(UMP9) "(Y/N), you received so much chocolate today, isn't it too much?…That's why, a little more won't hurt right? hehe♪"

UMP9 happily puts her chocolate into their arms, giggling.

She hopes that her chocolate will be the one they remember the most tonight.

She watches earnestly as they take a bite, getting even more giddy at their positive reaction.

(UMP9) "It's good, right?!"

G11

(G11) "(Y/N), It's the holiday. I need rest…are you treating me dinner? That would be good really nice~"

G11 yawns but accompanies (Y/N) for free food.

Well...that and the fact it was (Y/N).

Hopefully the fact she was even tagging along would tell them all they needed to know.

(G11) "Mmm...Oh, right...Happy Valentine's.."

HK416

(HK416) "My chocolate was made with perfectly calculated ingredients. Ehh? It tastes weird? You jest."

At first she wonders what went wrong before realizing that (Y/N) lips had formed into a smirk.

They were teasing her.

She can't help but pout, crossing her arms, but with one eye open to watch them take a bite out of her chocolate.

(HK416) "Hmph. Fine, be that way you, you little shit."

Griffin

(From Left to Right: Springfield, G36, Helianthus, Kalina, SPAS-12, WA2000)

Helianthus

(Helianthus) "Chocolate? For me? Humph, this is just some childish game for young people…Wait, I didn't say I wouldn't accept it!"

Helian panics when (Y/N) is taking away the chocolate, but its only after she grabs it that she realized she was acting too desperately.

Thankfully, (Y/N) didn't notice, or they chose not to say anything.

Both options made her pride hurt a little less.

(Helianthus) "A-Ahem! Thank you, (Y/N)...If you wouldn't mind, would you like to share some with me?"

Kalina

(Kalina) "Here, chocolate~! Uh, you want me to be more ceremonious about it? That depends on how much you invest in my White Day chocolate, heheh!"

After rubbing her hands together greedily like a fly, she watches (Y/N) pop one of the chocolates into their mouth.

And good, they liked it! And if they wanted her to be a little more lovey dovey, they'd have to work for it!

Kalina was not a cheap gal, and she sure as hell wasn't going to act like one.

(Kalina) "Alrighty, now share some with me!...What, it's valentine's for me as much as it is for you!"

Springfield

(Springfield) "This is my handmade chocolate, please taste some."

Springfield has a gentle expression that beams even brighter watching S/O chow down.

She was worried that it was a little too sweet, but clearly there was nothing to fear.

She wipes a little bit of chocolate off their cheek, giving a warm smile.

(Springfield) "If you want some more, please let me know. I'm always happy to bake for you."

WA2000

(WA2000) "I just happen to have some extra chocolate! I won't forgive you if you turn it down!"

WA blushes madly as she hands the chocolate to them.

When they aren't looking, she sighs in relief and turns around to hide her smile.

(Y/N) offers one of the chocolates to her, which she avoids eye contact, but somehow turns an even brighter shade of red.

(WA2000) "I've already had a lot today but...I guess I don't mind having some more."

SPAS-12

(SPAS-12) "I, um, ended up eating half of the chocolates I was going to give to you, ahahah…Hmm? You don't mind? Oh, I'm glad!"

SPAS gladly gifted them the half empty box of chocolate. She honestly felt bad that she had eaten some, but she couldn't help it!

It's not her fault they tasted so good!

Her robotic heart skips a beat when (Y/N) offered her one more piece, despite she had eaten more than her fair share.

(SPAS-12) gasp "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!"

G36

(G36) "(Y/N)? Even if it's valentine's day, please restrain yourself from gorging too heavily on chocolate. You will get cavities."

After determining the amount they had received would not be dangerous for their teeth, G36 allowed them to have her chocolate.

Truthfully, she was thankful that they seemed to like it. With Springfield's help, it was a chocolate truly to die for.

Her scowl eases up a little as (Y/N) came into vision, giving a smile.

(G36) "How does it taste? I hope it's to your liking."

Sangvis

(From Left to Right:Scarecrow, Hunter, Architect, Gager)

Scarecrow

(Scarecrow) "I do not have chocolate to give. I do not know how to make any, I'm a T-Doll, not a baker."

Instead, being gifted chocolate, she stares at the heart-shaped box, unblinking.

Finally relenting, she opened the box and slowly detaches her face mask.

She takes out one piece of chocolate, splits it in half, then offers it to (Y/N).

(Scarecrow) "Here. We wil eat together."

Architect

(Architect) "Finally, I can have all the chocolate I want, and NO ONE can judge me! Here, take some too!"

Architect happily shares her chocolate stash with (Y/N), gorging herself without a care in the world.

She makes sure that (Y/N) can get a few pieces, but if they even THINK about reaching for their half, they're dead!

She hums playfully as she savors the taste of each one.

(Architect) "Pretty good, huh?! Oooh, I hope Halloween there's even MORE candy we can get together!"

Gager

(Gager) "I didn't want to be shown up by those Griffin Dolls, so here. Chocolate made by me."

Gager leans in expectantly, watching for (Y/N)'s reaction to her chocolate.

Upon seeing their smile, she leans back and nods confidently.

At least this time, she could show up the other T-Dolls without it causing some tension...Unless someone was aiming for (Y/N) too. That she could not allow.

(Gager) "If you ever want more, you know who the right person to call is."

Hunter

(Hunter) "I would say I have procured these chocolates from a worthy prey...but I just bought them."

She wishes she could've hunted this instead, but it'll do.

Hunter has her arms crossed casually as (Y/N) takes a few of her chocolates.

She hums in approval, taking one of the chocolates for herself.

(Hunter) "I think I could give you something more exotic than chocolate next year...Unless you have some time right now?"

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harukapologist · 5 months

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rambling about Haruka

As an ND person I just hate how Haruka's character is either completely infantilized or reduced to a selfish, evil murderer, when, to me, he is so much more than that.

Especially the latter; I hate when any MILGRAM character is called evil because what's the point of MILGRAM, then? They're all morally grey! That's how they test us. But Haruka in particular because I feel like it comes from a place of ableism, intentional or not.

I'm not sure if I should put TWs, but well I talk about ableism, murder (obviously lol), childhood trauma and well... it's Haruka

Haruka's outburst in the VD and his implication of killing animals (I know it's basically canon but erm... i can explain why I think it's an implication later) (i just finished writing the post and actually i explained why at the bottom of the post but its not a full explanation so lol) are the reasons I see people calling him either evil or childlike, and while I do think that Haruka is stuck in a childlike state in some aspects, this is emotional dysregulation of an ND and/or traumatized person, to me.

The uglier sides of being ND/traumatized, the ones that get heavily stigmatized and seen as intentional or evil; I think this was a display of one of them. And I really wish to see more people focusing on Haruka's disability in the ways it can affect his communication and day-to-day life skills more than "oh, poor baby, he has a disability that makes him feel unwanted" without actually understanding the details of the disability and, well, the reason why it is a disability.

Like, the emotional dysregulation that comes with being autistic, which is my headcanon for him. The hyperempathy and literal thinking that might make him harder to communicate with, and get people frustrated with him more often.

That and being severely neglected; I think neglect is one of the lesser discussed forms of childhood trauma and the fact that Haruka was shown to be neglected as well as abuse really means a lot to me, because I think some people don't quite understand just how much neglect and isolation fucks you up.

All those factors combined are a recipe for an unstable, impulsive, clingy shell of a human, and him getting called evil for that really saddens me. It's important to remember that these MVs are extracted from the prisoners' own memories and thoughts. It comes from their perception of their surroundings, their murders, and their own selves. The manic look that Haruka has on his face for a lot of AKAA, for example. The makeshift shirt he's wearing, as if he's desperately trying to sew himself together into a normal person, the exhausted, frustrated look when he picks up the necklace, it's important to remember that this is how he sees himself. A monster who has lost control of himself. The line "I'll keep killing to be your good boy" was a shock, but the way he meekly apologized to Es at the end of his VD, I really think that shows that he feels guilty, that he wants to convince himself more than anyone that he was a good person, that he was really trying to be one despite how his unlucky life frustrated him to his breaking point.

As for his infantilization, it has already been addressed by many thoughtful members of the fandom and I'm grateful to see that, but I also want to say it myself since god knows I hate being patronized.

It feels very ableist saying he's just "someone stuck in a childlike mindset/age regressor" Yes, and how does age regression as a coping mechanism develop? Usually through prior trauma that makes you "stuck" at said age, and that can present differently. It can be longing and yearning for a simpler time, for an actual happy childhood, or having flashbacks to a traumatic event that happened at a certain age; it is not uncommon for trauma survivors to be "frozen" at the age their trauma took place.

I think both of these are the case for Haruka. Frozen at that moment, but trying to reduce himself to nothing but a little, unaware child to avoid reliving it again, relishing in the innocence and purity of his good younger times (emphasis on purity--Haruka's murder was by strangulation, yet there's a shot in AKAA where he's covered in blood. I know it's after he killed the animals, but he's in the stitched-together outfit here; I think there's more to this MV than just killing the animals. Since this outfit is... not very likely to be worn in reality, did the animal killing happen at all? Even if it did, I think this shot remains an indicator that he sees himself as impure; guilty. I have a LOT to say about the inconsistencies in Haruka's MVs, but I'll save that for later... Anyway, back on topic) It is NOT "having the mental capacity of a child, so being unable to date etc." Haruka has still lived 17 years, maybe even more, since he isn't too interested in remembering his age. How do you treat actual neurodivergent people if this is how you see him?

When I rewatch the MVs, relisten to the VDs, reread the interrogations and timelines, I see no evil, just an incredibly broken, misunderstood person.

#please excuse any inconsistencies or spelling mistakes its almost 5am ive been awake all night lmaooo #im open to discussion but pls be nice :(#im a relatively new milgram fan (got into it just when ILY MV came out—got hyperfixated oct/nov) so please inform me if I say anything wrong #i love haruka so so much aaugh #i will defend him till my last breath #milgram #sakurai haruka #milgram project #haruka sakurai #jay rambles bleh idk #should i even tag this #i feel so scared to share my thoughts on the milgram prisoners AAA i hope everything makes sense

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siriuslysatorusimping · 4 months

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Another Level Masterlist

I'll do my best to keep this as up-to-date as possible!! 😊

Status: Complete

“You’re a Zenin.”

More like an unwanted mistake. Which, funny enough, had actually been the first words she ever heard her father say to her.

Kurisaki Rinko was born an unwanted bastard child to the Zenin clan, having since grown into an unwanted bastard adult. Her stubborn refusal to be discarded resulted in a display of strength that many would call (they had, many times to her face, in fact) an unhinged lack of self-preservation. But lucky for her, that unhinged display caught the attention of a particular blue-eyed menace who happens to be more fun to rile up than anyone she’s ever met.

Read Another Level on AO3

More links below the cut 💕

Installments

Author Discussions

Rinko Kurisaki Profile

Another Level Playlist

Song Commentaries

Kiko's Miso Butter Cookie Recipes

Fun Extras

What is Rinko in Gojo’s phone?

Phone contact update: Yuuta in Rinko’s phone

What would Yuzuki have thought of Gojo?

Rinko and Toge's Route in Shibuya (Map)

Yuuta asking Gojo if he's marrying Rinko

Kurisaki Rinko: What is Gojo Satoru to You?

If Rinko were in the Specialz OP

The big header change

Rinko's Engagement Ring

Another header change 👀

Kiko made the Caramel Miso Butter Cookies

What is Kurisaki Rinko to you?

Extras and Blurbs

I Like the Shirt (Rinko is a horny girl for Gojo. The Sukuna fight wasn't the first time she saw him in a tight black t-shirt)

Menace (Gojo's POV of the 2006 Goodwill Event)

Ruined Evening (Rinko called Gojo while he was in a compromising situation)

I’ll Take Care of Her (Gojo visited Yuzuki’a grave once without Rinko)

Memorable Firsts (Gojo and Rinko go on a Ferris wheel)

Overboard (Valentine's Day blurb)

Tumblr Exclusives

Above Or Below? (Jinichi gets his shit rocked)

I Want Forever (kiko posted in anger after 236 dropped, part of the happy ending)

Okaeri (scrapped post-Prison Realm reunion scene)

Shattered Existence Deleted Scene

Five Years Later (Halloween 2023)

Let's Chat (Meeting Toji)

Q&As

What's Rinko's Style?

What's Rinko's body type?

Rinko as an OC, Trauma, Rinko/Gojo dynamic

What did Megumi think of Rinko and Gojo's relationship early on?

Does Rinko ever call Gojo pet names?

Did Gojo ever sleep with other sorcerers?

When did Gojo stop sleeping with other women?

What did Megumi think of Rinko and Gojo's relationship right before Shibuya?

Would Rinko ever 'punish' Gojo?

What does Gojo feel when he wakes up next to Rinko?

How was Rinko okay with FWB for so long?

sweet messages for Kiko's rainy days

#gojo satoru fanfic #another level #kiko's link master #another level masterlist #gojo satoru x original female character #goinko masterlist #gojo and rinko #rinko kurisaki #rinko kurisaki aka my favorite oc i've ever written #gojo fanfic #rinko and gojo fluff #goinko q&a

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imtrashraccoon · 5 months

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Welp, this is officially the last post before the grand finale. We've come so far and it's been awesome.

CW: Implied sex and sexual content. No smut though.

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Day 28: Secret Surprise

You drummed your fingers on the edge of the table impatiently while waiting for the person on the other end of the phone to pick up. You had a very narrow window of opportunity right now before Papyrus realized his phone was missing and you wanted this to be a surprise.

After a few rings, the call was picked up, much to your relief.

"Hey Paps, what's shaking?" the distinct growly tone of Undyne's voice echoed from the speaker.

Keeping your voice low to minimize Papyrus overhearing, you answered quickly. "Hey, sorry it's Rihanna, not Paps."

Undyne's tone of voice immediately grew more serious. "Oh. Why are you calling? Did something happen?" she asked with a distinct calmness that spoke of years of experience with this kind of thing.

"No, no, everything is fine. I just... I need a favour if you don't mind me asking."

The fish lady fell silent for a solid five seconds. "What kind of favour?" she finally asked again.

"Well, you see, I want to plan a surprise for Papyrus and I was wondering if you'd be willing to let Frisk hang out with you for a few hours?" Your voice grew slightly more high pitched at the end of your question and you crossed your fingers.

"...Really? You trust me that much?" Undyne definitely seemed shocked you'd actually asked the question in the first place.

"Yeah, besides, Alphys' Lab probably isn't the best place for a mischievous six year old."

Undyne let out a quick bark of laughter. "Well, you got at least some common sense it seems. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on the kid for you."

You breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much! I'm sorry this is so short notice but I couldn't exactly contact you before now."

"Don't sweat it. I'll come pick them up after work, sound good?"

"Sounds perfect! I can't exactly pay you for your time though..."

Undyne chuckled quietly, "Eh, we can work something out later. Watching kids is a piece of cake anyways and I doubt Frisk will be any different."

You chuckled as well, deciding against mentioning that Frisk was probably much different than any other kid she'd met before. "Well, alright then. I'll see you soon."

"Totally, see ya, punk!"

The line went dead with a click and you quickly set Papyrus' phone back where he'd left it, as if nothing had happened at all. Now, you just had to convince Sans to either not come home immediately after work or to leave you and Papyrus alone for a little bit. That would probably be much easier, considering he generally preferred to spend time at Grillby's anyways.

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True to her word, Undyne came to pick up Frisk and she was even a bit earlier than you expected. You thanked her profusely for going out of her way to help you but she merely waved you off. While Frisk seemed a bit confused at first, they ultimately seemed happy to go with Undyne, which you were relieved by.

You started on dinner as soon as they were gone. There weren't many recipes you knew how to make from scratch, but you remembered a couple that your mom used to make all the time when you were a kid. You decided to keep it simple though and decided on pasta with alfredo sauce. You dressed it up a bit with some grilled meat that you thought was similar to chicken and steamed some vegetables as a side dish.

You finished in record time and actually felt quite proud of yourself. It had been a while since you'd actually cooked a meal for anyone else and it seemed like you still had it.

You set everything in the oven to try and keep it warm. You'd already arranged a couple of candles on the kitchen table and set up two place settings. Now all there was to do was wait for Papyrus to return home.

You turned off the kitchen lights to hide what you'd set up and quickly hurried to the bathroom to change. Normally, you wore incredibly casual clothes around the house like a sweater and leggings, but recently, Papyrus had gifted you something a bit fancier, although you hadn't found a good time to wear it.

It was an off the shoulder black dress with a ruffle across the chest where the sleeves were and a few ruffles on the skirt part that went halfway down your calves. It wasn't that fancy but you actually preferred that, as you had never been comfortable enough to wear cocktail dresses and expose that much skin in the past. However, now that you were in a relationship, you didn't mind showing off your assets a little bit, at least in private anyways.

You brushed your hair and did it up in a quick side braid to keep it out of the way. While you wanted to do something with makeup, you hadn't been able to find many products similar to the ones you preferred on the surface yet. Still, you had managed to find some basics like foundation that was fairly close to your natural skin tone, some blush, and a rather nice red lipstick that you actually preferred over any you'd tried in the past.

You had just barely finished getting ready when you heard the front door open, signalling that Papyrus had returned home at last. Peeking out the bathroom door, you called out to get his attention. "Welcome home, Sweetie!"

He glanced up at you and smiled warmly, although you noticed he seemed curious about what was going on. He always had been pretty observant and even though he couldn't see that you were dressed up yet, he had immediately zeroed in on the fact that you were wearing makeup.

You almost never wore makeup anymore, let alone dress up unless there was a reason to. So this was already a step above the norm for you.

"I hope you don't mind, but I made dinner already. If you want to get into something more comfortable or maybe dress up, we can eat afterwards."

His smile seemed to grow slightly at the thought. "That Sounds Wonderful, Precious," he responded.

You waited until he entered his room before going downstairs to the kitchen again. After making sure that everything was still hot, you portioned out the food and lit the candles.

Papyrus entered the kitchen just then and you turned to smile at him. He had put on a black collared shirt, but had left the top two buttons undone and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows.

You felt your heart do summersaults in your chest and bit your lower lip. From the beginning, you'd kind of liked how he looked but now, well you definitely liked what you saw. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined you'd be attracted to a skeleton and yet here you were.

He embraced you warmly before pulling you closer for a tender kiss. After separating again, he flashed you a genuinely happy smile. "Is This For A Special Occasion?" he inquired.

You shook your head and chuckled. "Not specifically, I just wanted to set up a surprise for you, especially because you usually do most of the cooking anyways."

"I Love It And I Cannot Wait To See What You Made Tonight."

You grinned and motioned to the table before taking a seat. Papyrus sat across from you and so you explained each part of the dinner, including the preparation you'd had to do to make it. He listened with rapt attention and to your delight, seemed to really enjoy eating it.

Afterwards, you spent a while just talking with each other. You couldn't help but notice how close Papyrus was and how he kept trying to move closer to you. Not only that, but he made a point of touching you, like holding your hands or practically playing footsie at points. Unsurprisingly, you liked this and responded in kind, which only escalated the situation further, not that either of you minded.

< ~ - . - ~ >

This had been fun.

You let out a soft sigh of contentment and pulled the covers a bit more over your bare shoulders. Papyrus hummed quietly and pulled you closer to his ribcage. A slight shiver ran down your spine as his claws pressed into your curves but you didn't mind in the slightest.

You definitely loved this skeleton.

If course this quiet moment was ruined when his phone vibrated from the bedside table. You only protested a little bit when he had to untangle himself from you to check the message.

He made a quiet "Huh" sound and glanced down at you. "I Had Wondered Where Frisk Was... Did You Seriously Ask Undyne To Look After Them?" he asked with a tinge of amusement in his tone.

You grinned, "Maybe... It was either her or Alphys and I think she's a better choice. Not that I have anything against Alphys, she just doesn't strike me as the type to enjoy entertaining kids, you know?"

Papyrus nodded in agreement. "You Have A Good Point There," he commented thoughtfully as he shifted and moved to get up.

When you shot him a questioning look, he smiled and stroked your cheek affectionately. "She Is Coming To Drop Frisk Off Before It Gets Too Much Later In The Evening. I Do Not Know About You, But I Would Rather Be Presentable When She Gets Here. She Will Never Let Me Hear The End Of It If She Finds Out What Happened..." he explained.

You blushed at the thought and moved to get up as well. "Yeah... It was bad enough that the stuck up robot tried to pry into our private life, but I can't imagine how much worse it will be if she finds out."

You could feel Papyrus watching you carefully as you got dressed again but thought nothing of it. Once you were back in your usual attire, you turned to find that he was still watching you and that he looked slightly concerned.

"Do You Feel Alright?" he finally asked.

You snickered and waved him off dismissively. "I'll be fine, okay? A little soreness never killed anyone and it's not so bad that I can't at least fake feeling fine."

Your attempts to reassure him weren't as effective as you'd hoped but he chose not to push the issue further. "Just Tell Me If You Need Anything, Alright?"

"Of course I will."

Not long after that, Undyne showed up with Frisk riding on her shoulders. They both seemed in high spirits which you were glad to see.

As soon as they saw you, Frisk wiggled to get down and as soon as Undyne did so, they charged at you full force and nearly tackled you, although you were nimble enough to step to the side and catch them. You scooped them up and gave them a great big hug, which they returned, before turning to Undyne again.

"Thanks again for your help."

Undyne flashed you a sharp grin and nodded. "No problem, we had an absolute blast, right kid?"

Frisk nodded vigorously and pulled away from you just enough so they could sign. "She showed me how to make spaghetti!"

You chuckled and wiped a small spatter of tomato sauce off their chin. "So I can see. I'm glad you had fun, kiddo."

"Hey, if you ever need help again, just let me know," Undyne called before she took her leave.

You smiled and waved goodbye. "I'll keep you in mind then!"

As soon as the door closed, Frisk patted your shoulder to get your attention again. "It's a good thing you showed me what to do if a fire starts while cooking..."

#selfshipufpap #undertale #underfell #underfell papyrus x reader #underfell papyrus #reader #named oc #the hand we've been dealt #thwbd #alternate universe #raccoons drabbles

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alex51324 · 2 months

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Cooking post!

One of the ways I'm adding enrichment to my enclosure this year is by making at least one recipe from every issue of Cook's Illustrated. From the March/April issue, I picked Sweet Potato and Chickpea Stew! Here's the recipe:

If anyone is thinking it making it and wants the recipe transcribed, let me know. (The whole recipe is shown in the photo; the part that's cut off on the right is a different dish--it's a whole feature on chickpeas.) If I make it again, I'm going to try cutting back on the lime zest/juice that goes in at the end--it definitely needed a little something before that went in, but the sour/citrus flavor was a lot more prominent than I expected. (I'm hoping it mellows for the leftovers--it made four big main-dish servings.)

Recipe as given is vegan.

This is pretty simple for a Cook's Illustrated recipe; you could definitely make this on a weeknight (if you're the kind of person who cooks on a weeknight). As with all canned beans, the chickpeas are already cooked, so you're pretty much just cooking the sweet potatoes and getting everything else heated through. You could even prep the onions and sweet potato the night before, so all you have to do when you get home is open the cans and put it together.

Here's how my batch looked:

I made it with that yogurt and flour bread that was making the rounds a while back, which came out beautifully:

Here's the full batch of soup and bread (and my messy countertop):

I skipped the chopped cilantro for finishing, but the peanuts are definitely worthwhile. I ate two pieces of bread with tonight's helping of stew, so I'll probably have to make a second batch of the bread later in the week.

#soup!#food #cooking #recipe #vegan recipe #nb: the bread contains dairy but if you go in the notes on that post there are people talking about vegan versions they tried

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waterfallofspace · 9 months

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One Is Not Better Than None

Soooo I was scrolling through my google docs and remembered this little AU that I started writing (with the help of @themiseryandcompany) a few months back when I first joined snzblr~

And well, the actual 6 part story where they meet isn't finished, and reading it back... the parts that ARE finished could use a lot of editing~ it was one of my first attempts at snzfics, but I did find this little drabble/side story from the same AU~

It's not good, definitely not up to my current standards, but I did a little editing to make it hopefully readable, aaaaand since I've been a bit slow with content, I'll throw it out there incase anyone wants it!

~For Context: In this AU B/akugo is a doctor, and S/hoto is his boyfriend/a barista~ Word Count: 1.3k of utter nonsense that I'm posting because why not~

All Characters Written As 18+ In This Story, (picture late 20's)

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Katsuki’s days off are few and far between, so when he does get time to spend at home, he finds that he often has a shadow.

Shoto seems to require constant contact, as if he fears that should their bodies stop touching for even a second, Katsuki would be out the door again. It would be annoying beyond belief, if it was anyone else. But it’s not anyone else.

He smirks over the journal he’s reading as Shoto lets out a breath that borders on a whine. He’s been trying to beat that level for an hour, and it seems like he’s just had to restart once more.

“It’s not funny,” Shoto starts, catching Katsuki’s eyes as he glares up from his perch on Katsuki’s lap. A half-hearted gaze at best. “I’ve been at this forever. I just wanna beat it but this one boss has a frankly offensive level of regen. I know the strategy but I keep messing up the timing.”

With another sigh of frustration, the glare is long forgotten, instead replaced by a look that leaves Katsuki fighting the urge to kiss him until all the breath is sucked out of their lungs.

“Why don’t you just take a break and come back to it later when you’re less frustrated?” Katsuki offers, running a hand through Shoto’s mismatched hair. “Isn’t that what you always tell me when a recipe I’m trying for the first time isn’t going the way I want it to?”

“Yeah, but…”

“What, too proud to take your own advice, Icy-Hot?”

It’s a nickname that came into being the first time Katsuki stayed over. Shoto had been sick at the time, and it was one of the first nights of pure vulnerability they’d experienced.

With a fever, his body gets incredibly hot, but at the same time, he’s always swearing it’s freezing, shivering to make his point. During the night Katsuki tried to get him to take some blankets off, lest he smother himself to death, and Shoto’s reply was “I’m an icy pop”. (To this day he still blames the fever talk for that little nugget).

To which Katsuki responded with a lighthearted “Oh yeah? Then why is said ‘icy pop’ so hot he nearly burns to the touch? Icy pop, more like Icy-Hot” and it just stuck from there. He normally saves it for playful teasing, such as today, but occasionally it slips out with a touch of softness when Shoto falls asleep in his arms.

“No, this is different. I’m not frustrated, I just wahh!-” He breaks off, and Katsuki glances at him to see his eyes glossing over, mouth hanging slightly open, right on the brink for a few seconds until-

“heH-! hH’KESHHiew!”

A beat passes, Shoto’s eyes still unfocused, Katsuki biting a blessing back on his tongue.

“Snff- Bless me.” And with that, Shoto’s back to the level, leaving Katsuki to stare at him with a mystified expression.

After several minutes of silence, and Katsuki’s eyes never leaving his face, mouth still slightly ajar, Shoto finally breaks away from his level to glance up at his boyfriend. “Uhh… what’s wrong..?”

“Y-you… sneezed…”

Shoto lets out a small chuckle, letting his phone rest on the couch as he sits up to meet Katsuki’s gaze. “Yeah? And? I do that quite often, you should know that by now.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes, as Shoto continues with a smirk. “And even if I didn’t, it’s a perfectly normal bodily function. You’re a doctor, I’m worried for your patients if hearing someone sneeze shocks you this much.”

“But… you… it was…. only one?”

“I guess so, yeah.”

There’s another pause, then Katsuki begins again, his words coming out uncharacteristically timid. “It’s… it’s never just one…”

The dumbfounded nature of Katsuki’s voice is enough to make Shoto burst into laughter. The joyous sounds finally snap his boyfriend out of the trance that the single sneeze had put him in, as he lightly punches Shoto’s arm.

Shoto pulls away, still shaking with the joyous tune dancing from his chest, rocking the couch with each burst. For a minute, Katsuki feels his heart start beating through his throat, mind running wild. His full laughter is so rare… I’d do anything to hear it for the rest of my life.

Finally coming to his senses, Katsuki fires back with, “Hey, don’t laugh at me! I’ve never heard you sneeze just once before, it’s always at least two, more often in the hundreds”

This earns him a very weak punch, laughter still dancing through Shoto’s eyes. “I’m not that bad!” Sniffling lightly to test the waters, Shoto shrugs. “But yeah, just the one, I don’t feel any more. I’m sorry, I’ll make up for it next time I’m sure.”

Shoto reaches forward, touching their lips in an apology for the harm that his lack of a fit had apparently caused. Katsuki leans into the kiss, but his eyes still seem a bit far away.

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The rest of the day, it felt as if Shoto was under constant surveillance. Every time he looked over at Katsuki, his boyfriend was watching him, and would quickly avert his eyes, pretending to be doing something else.

Finally enough is enough. Shoto stands from the chair he was lounging in, and walks over to Katsuki who’s currently trying, and failing, to pull his eyes away long enough to read an article on his phone.

Wordlessly, Shoto leans down and rubs his nose against the cat-infested couch. Usually his meds are enough to starve off any really desperate attacks, but living in an apartment with your allergens is enough to set anyone off.

Add to that Shoto’s already sensitive nose, and it’s a sure thing that you’ll get at least a couple small fits per day. However, right now he needs that fit immediately, and his meds seem to be working a bit too well, so it’s time for drastic measures.

Rubbing his nose at all was a sure fire way to form a tickle, but add to that rubbing it against an allergen, and the reaction was certain to be quick and merciless.

“What are you doi-” Katsuki starts, but is cut off by Shoto’s breath catching, as he holds up a finger, attempting to explain himself before the fit can start.

“You... w- were... hehh- ihh... st- staring... at m... ESH’shiew-! Ishh’yu-! kishh’oo-! tishh’iew-!”

Still trying to catch up, Katsuki can only blink, muttering to himself, “I was staring…”

“huh- ishh-tishh-kESH’iew! Tishh’oo! Heh- hH’kschh!”

“Bless you-”

“hep’kschh-kshh-nggxt’shiew! hehh… hH’ngnt! G’nxxt!uhh Hh’ ihhh… hDT-”

Shoto pauses for a second, watery eyes pointed at the ceiling, seemingly stuck in a hitchy agony, caught between the overwhelming urge to sneeze, and the denial taunting him.

With a shaky exhale, and a snff, he tries to finish the sentence he began earlier, “Staring ahahh at-”

-which the sneezes pick as the perfect time to release themselves. “ihh’keschh’oo-! hH’ISH’hieww-! Staring at me. Oh, bless me. It was starting to scare me a little."

Katsuki flushes at the accusation, admitting to himself, and only himself, that there may be a touch of truth in it. He sheepishly hands some tissues to Shoto, who takes them with a wink and a chuckle, cleaning himself up as Katsuki averts his eyes.

Once finished, he drapes himself onto the couch, lips hungrily capturing Katsuki in a deep kiss, only stopping once he needs to take a desperate breath and duck another “hh’kssh-! Ihh… heH! hahh’keTSH’iew-!” into his shoulder.

“Bless you… Ya know, you shouldn’t have done that, you’re gonna be sneezing for hours now ya dumbass.” The words may sound harsh, but there’s no fire behind them.

Shoto lets his head rest on Katsuki’s chest, looking up at him, eyes alight with mischief. “Well worth it in my book. As much as I enjoy you watching me, I was starting to worry you’d forgotten how to blink.”

This earns him another light punch, but the laughter that comes with it makes his statement even more true.

Anything is worth getting to hear that laughter. The true kind, the kind he doesn’t let other people hear. I’d do anything to hear it for the rest of my life.

Slowly he lets his eyes close, drifting off to the sound of Katsuki’s heartbeat, their breathing falling in sync, exactly how it was meant to be.

La fin.

#waterfalldrabbles #because this is not a fic as much as a...#'tosses it at you and scurries away' type of drabble #it's not very good but hey! it doesn't need to be!#just a little bit of nonsense as a light apology for taking so long to fill requests or post anything worthwhile~#i am currently in the middle of a specific collab with a beautifully talented person #and I'm INSANELY excited to share our baby <333 #buuuuut for now~ have this nonsense and please forgive me for it #(i will say tho~ reading it does make me a little happy because I can definitely see improvement now!)#(whiiiich does mean that it just looks even worse haha~)#okay okay ill stop stalling and hit post #b/akugou & s/hoto doctor AU #incase i ever finish/post the actual fic theres a tag for that now

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writingsfromhome · 2 years

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Hi love! Don’t know if you’re taking requests but If you want to write some fluff stuff, could you write something about Harry and Reader doing stuff like in this video? It could be so cuteeee🥺🥺 https://twitter.com/theharrylibrary/status/1521163649712275456?s=21&t=SvkQW4wsxu8c5MSiPKxPOg

Hi hi hello!! I started this months ago when you first sent it and only remembered I didn’t post it when I saw the release of this movie is tomorrow! How time flies!

All the press around the movie, not really sure if it’s strategic PR or it really is a shitshow. If anyone watches the movie, please judge it for me because I don’t think I will lol. I just want to make it clear this fic is inspired by the gifs, but in no way are we hyper-fixating on the movie/intimate scenes because Harry’s in them. Flo’s an incredibly talented and hard-working actress as she’s mentioned and is much more than that.

All love and respect. Hope this is what you had in mind. Lmk what u think. Thanks for requesting 🫰🏼🤍

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I look at him across the dinner table, buzzing with anticipation: "Well? Do you like it?"

"Mhm," he hums his response whilst chewing the dinner I'd made. "Yeah!"

"Okay," I lower my shoulders. "Okay…I was nervous you wouldn't like it. This is good! You like it! First dinner of the house!"

He just watches me as my grin grows. "I'll make a copy of the recipe to save it since you like it!"

"Okay," he reaches across the table, palm turned up. "I love you, you know that?"

I blush despite myself, I can't help it. "You better. You're stuck with me now!"

I lay my hand in his, the rock on my finger glinting in the light as if to emphasize my words.

"I don't know about stuck," he threads his fingers through mine and tugs.

"I do," I get up and walk the foot around the table. He tugs me down onto his lap.

"Well if I get bored there's always the D word."

"Death?" I smirk, death do us part.

He exhales. "I was thinking about Divo-“

I stop him with a hand over his mouth. "The ink hasn't even dried on our certificate!"

"Superstitious are we?" He asks, amused.

"No," I roll my eyes. "I just don't like that D word."

"I have a better one," he chuckles. I put my hand over his mouth again but I'm laughing with him. He removes my hand and pulls me closer, "I was going to say Darling."

"Of course you were," I laugh which is cut short as he presses a kiss against my neck. It doesn’t take long before our kissing becomes too passionate for the dinner table.

"Mmm," I part. "Are you done with dinner? Maybe we should take this elsewhere…”

"Yeah," he gets up gently and I land on my feet. I wrap my arms around him from behind as he picks his plate up, walking against him like a shadow as he drops his plate on the countertop. He turns in my embrace with a lazy smile that makes my heart stutter. This man was mine.

We walk backwards like that, and when my back hits our bedroom door, he captures my waist in his strong arms.

"C'mere woman."

"I'm here," I mumble against his lips.

"You're here," he says against my ear as he guides my hand to his chest. His heart beats strongly underneath.

"If I knew what a softie you were when we first met..."

"You would've married me sooner?" He mumbles into my neck. I giggle-actually giggle. He somehow turned me into a schoolgirl.

My first impression of Harry, was at a baseball game of all places. My friends and I had sat in the row behind him and his friends. They were a rowdy bunch, pumped on adrenaline, but he made sure to catch my eye a few times too many throughout the game. I'd rolled my eyes at his attempt at flirting.

He cornered me after the game but he was too loud, too brash, too much testosterone.

It was only bumping into him at the grocer's a few weeks later, seeing him debate between brown and white sugar that shone a different light. I agreed to lunch, not quite sure if I wanted to go on a date with a man like Harry. But once he got comfortable, he dropped the macho act. I saw a sweet caring man I wanted to write my future with.

I watch him now from the bed. He twirls a record before playing it. "Setting the mood," he says sheepishly as he walks back to me.

"Need an aid to get into the mood do we Mr. Styles?" I ask. He wraps his arms around my waist and I stretch my arms over his sculpted shoulders.

"I thought you might like it," he touches his forehead to mine. "I know you like Bridges."

"Mmm," I close my eyes and lean into the moment. Sometimes I had to keep from pinching myself to believe this moment was real.

"You're my whole world Y/N," Harry says with a soft kiss.

I look up into his eyes, I don't need to say anything because he knows it's mutual.

We sway to the music for a while, I don’t know what’s on his mind but I’m just grounding myself in this. In us.

As the record changes to something with more energy, Harry changes with it.

He picks me up, bride-style, and dumps me onto the bed. I squeal, laughing because the kisses he peppers along my neck tickles me.

"Ticklish?" He raises an eyebrow before attacking my sides.

"I'm not-I-stop!" I can barely get a word in as I squirm underneath.

"What's that?" He asks me as I try to push him off.

“I-I’m gonna-argh!” I manage to hook my leg around Harry and push him off. I’m a fool to think he’d give me a moment to catch my breath.

My legs are yanked and my body flies towards the edge of the bed, to Harry.

“You’ve got some strong legs,” his hands wrap over my thighs.

“Better to squeeze you with,” I do just that with him standing between them.

“I-“ Harry stands up straight. “D’you smell that?”

I think he’s joking until I sniff the air-shit. “Dessert!”

In the blink of an eye I’ve pushed Harry away and dashed into the smoking kitchen. By the time I pull the pie out, it resembles the aftermath of a dumpster fire.

“Oh no,” I groan. “The fucking dessert!”

“That smells really awful,” Harry comments, opening up the nearest window. I fan the air around us but it’s useless against the overwhelming smell. I lean against the island instead, head in my hands. “Oh love, Y/N, don’t cry over this.”

“I’m not I just,” I swipe at my cheeks. “I just wanted our first dinner in the house to be perfect.”

“Perfect’s just a word…it’s probably better this way anyway.” He takes the pan with the blackened pie and tosses the whole thing in the trash. I rub away the remaining tears, deciding not to turn this night into a sad affair.

“At least it’s memorable,” I try to spin it like Harry always does. “It can make a good story-wait. Did you say it’s probably better this way?”

“Uh…yeah,” Harry flexes his arms, straightening them by his sides before finally crossing them over his chest. That’s how I know he’s hiding something. “Like better because everything happens for a reason.”

“Hmm,” I tap my chin, knowing how to make him squirm. “Hmmmmm.”

“What?” He says defensively. But he stays put—my second clue he was hiding something. Usually he would be walking towards me, comforting me.

My eyes catch the remains of dinner. Oh my god. That was it. “Hold up. Did you not like my dinner?”

“What?! Why would you say that?”

“You’re not answering the question! Did you lie?”

“It was good, I ate it!” He puts his hand up as I stalk towards him.

“But did you like it?” I’m in his face now and he can’t hide from me. His hands drop, shoulders sagging. He folds.

“It was a good effort love, but quite salty. And very dry.”

I can’t help it. I burst out laughing. The whole first-night-in-the-house dinner was all shit! The fact that I, a terrible cook, thought I could pull this off.

I replay Harry trying to lie his way out and double over laughing.

“Wha-“ Harry looks at me in confusion. “Are you…? You’re not mad?”

“It’s all tits up!” I sink to the floor laughing and Harry chuckles. “I’m not even a good cook what was I bloody thinking!?”

Harry joins in, and soon we’re both on the floor wiping away tears of laughter.

“I thought you were going to D-word me,” Harry says when we finally settle down.

“My dinner might’ve done that for me,” I joke. It gets another laugh out of him.

“I loved it—I did, even thought it didn’t taste very good.” Harry wraps his arm around me. “I love that you want to create these memories in our new home. That you thought you could cook a 5 star meal when I’ve watched you burn toast multiple times.”

“That toaster was broken.”

“Of course it was,” he kisses the side of my head “How about I get dinner duty tomorrow?”

“That’s two Ds,” I look up at him. “And I’ll make it a third—Deal.”

He shakes his head at me, pressing his lips to my forehead before untangling himself.

“C’mon,” he holds his hand out to help me up. “Tonight we’ll break this house in, make some memories. We’ll leave the mess for tomorrow.”

“And I didn’t even have to ask nicely,” I joke as I take his hand.

“Don’t worry Darling,” Harry pulls me up into his arms. “You never have to ask for this.”

He sweeps me off my feet and carries me into our only furnished bedroom. A girl could get used to this, I think. And the night was just beginning.

#harry styles #harry styles fluff #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfic #don’t worry darling #writingsfromhome #fic #ask #anon

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canonicallysoulmates · 4 months

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Jacob was on the Graham Norton Show yesterday- I will say I had never seen a full episode of this show, I'd only ever seen clips, the vibe is very different from the US late-night programs I'm used to and I don't know if it was just the lineup for this ep or if this is the norm for this show but I found myself laughing through almost the whole thing it is very entertaining that being said I wish the time among the guests had been divided better because, at least to me, Jacob is the one who got the least amount of attention and talking time which was really disappointing. I wish he had gotten asked more questions and had the opportunity to talk more about the show, and just gotten more focus/attention in general.

Nonetheless, I'm glad I watched it, if you didn't get the chance to watch it live somebody uploaded it online I'll leave a link at the bottom of this post just in case anyone wants to check it out but if you're in the US you will need a VPN to access it. It will also be up eventually on AMC+ so if you're willing to wait just keep an eye out for when it's loaded. He doesn't talk about s2 but he does talk about iwtv in general. He mentioned how the last time he was on the show he was there as the musical guest and one of the regular guests was Kirsten Dunst who played Claudia in the IWTV movie!

He says that Rolin Jones was able to adapt all of the books so he could bring things in from later on so Lestat on the show is bad but there's a little bit more pathos in him while Louis has a bit more backbone.

On the Loustat relationship, he says: "They fall very much in love but they sort of hate each other and love each other at the same time. They have this like really intense love affair that destroys both of their lives. And they decide to have a child!" He understands them so well.

They show a clip of iwtv it's of the moment Louis kills the alderman's attorney in ep 2. Jacob comments that the line "it was both random and unfortunate the man picked that night to dabble in fuckery" is probably one of his favorite lines he's ever said.

He also reveals the sound when he shows the vampire fangs was not intentional. When they were shooting they were trying to figure it out how to reveal teeth in a good way and he figured out one day the best way to do it was to do like a cat sound, to hiss so they did it and everybody else got on board except for Sam who was a little more reticent and wanted it to be taken seriously which is hilarious to me but at the same time I would expect nothing less from Sam 'actual vampire' Reid. So now vampires hiss!

He also talks a bit about Louis accent, he initially worked with a dialect coach who wanted him to do a French Creole accent which was apparently popular at the time but he didn't think he could do it so he just listened to people in cabs and shops.

And he says there were a lot of different variations of blood some of which were just for aesthetic purposes like the human blood which is dark, the vampire one is sparkly, but they made him a drinkable "blood" that was made of hibiscus tea, and raspberry but it was awful, it was like sour patch kids. Somebody from the iwtv crew drop the recipe cause I love Sour Patch Kids.

As a random note, this man is so cute, I wanna hug him.

Like I said I'll leave a link here for anybody who is interested in watching the full thing, a reminder if you're in the US you'll need a VPN or alternatively you can download it to watch:

Jacob Anderson on the Graham Norton Show

#if you go to a yt download website you can download the video and still watch it even if its blocked in the US #jacob anderson #iwtv #iwtv cast #non spn #mine

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voxmortuus · 2 years

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Request for Eddie Munson: Him eating you out under the dinner table while your parents are across from you, I feel like he’d love the risk

PAIRING: Eddie Munson X F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 626

UNIVERSE: Stranger Things

SUMMARY/PROMPT: See above <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS BLOG OR POST THANK YOU! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!

NOTE: First time writing a fic for Eddie. Be kind. Also sorry if this wasn't detailed enough for you or anyone.

IMAGE CREDIT: Listed below image

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Sitting at the table, he looks over at you. With a smirk, he wiggles his brows. You shake your head. But his hand rests on your thigh and slides it between your legs. Shaking your head again, you look around, but your parents aren't anywhere to be found.

"Imma do it."

"Eddie no.... we'll get caught."

"Then looks like you need to keep quiet huh?"

"Eddie... seriously." you giggle.

"That giggle says otherwise. I'm hungry, can't wait. Sorry, Princess... better keep quiet." he smirks and slips under the table.

With your father and mother in the kitchen, you take in a deep breath, close your eyes, and lick your lips, slouching in the chair a bit, he parts your legs and runs his nose along your inner thigh. Peeking up from under the table cloth, he smirks.

"No panties... good girl."

"You had me take them off before you got here..."

"Okay... valid."

Vanishing under the table cloth again,he kisses from your knee to your lower lips. Taking in a jagged breath, you close your eyes a moment, and your jaw clenches. As his lips press against the ones between you legs,your hips move ever so slightly. Gripping your legs, he spreads them a little further, and his tongue slides between your folds, tasting the wetness he put there earlier.

His hands gripping your thighs, fingers pressing in with the right amount of tight pressure just enough to leave little bruises, little reminders. He brings your clit between his lips, and you take in a breath. Your parents come in and take their seats.

"Where's Eddie?" your mother asked.

"Oh, he umm, he went to help his uncle with something, he'll be back a little later."

"Oh, his dinner will get cold..."

"It's okay, I'll heat it up f-for him." You clench your jaw as he begins to work your core a little harder, a little faster, slow soft moans escape him, enough for you to hear, but not enough for your parents to hear.

Your breathing becomes a little more labored. Your father watches you a moment, and your mother takes a sip of her wine. Little do they know, Eddie's eating his fill. His fingers part you a little more and slip into you as he focuses on that swollen bundle of nerves and his fingers go as deep as they can. Taking a bite of your dinner your eyes go wide.

"Is that good sweetheart?" your mother asks.

"Oh, oh... it's umm, it's very go-good."

"It's a new recipe I've been dying to try."

"Keep it. Right there, so good." You nod.

"Well, I'll keep that in mind."

As your family dinner proceeds, Eddie is enjoying this far too much. Your parents go to clean up and you finally let out a soft breath.

"Right there... right... there... Don't stop... fuck..." you say softly.

"What honey?" your father asked.

"I'm coming!"

"Coming where honey?"

"With my plate! I'll be right! There!"

"Oh, okay honey, take your time!"

Your parents are fuckin clueless, as you begin to shake and press your thighs against him, you let out a soft jagged breath. He comes up from the table, takes the napkin, wipes his lips, smirks, walks to the front of the house and closes the door, and makes his way in.

"Oh you're back! Your dinner's cold want me to heat up some that are left over for you?" Your mother asked.

"Oh no, I ate pleanty, sorry, someone insisted. But I'm sure I'll be hungry in a few." He smirked.

"If you insist. I'm glad you came Eddie." your mother stated.

"I'm glad she did too." you jab him with your elbow.

"Huh?" she asked.

"I said, I'm glad I'm here too." he smirked.

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strawberrysurecake · 2 years

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NEKO PARADISO (=^._.^=)∫ ♡♡

Chapter 1. Recipe of Disaster

▶ poco a poco - Chotto Soko Made

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Note: I said I'd post this a week later but I'm an impatient creature. You're getting Chapter 1 now whether you like it or not.

Comments and constructive criticism are highly appreciated! I love hearing thoughts and jokes about my works. Maybe you can guess what breed of cat each of the gang is based on? No looking at the author notes on AO3 because that's cheating.

“Giovanna, what do you wanna be when you grow up?”

Dark, long lashes fluttered upwards. The black-haired boy turned to you from his seat on the warm grass, lowering an empty plastic teacup from his lips. “I don’t know. What about you?”

You crouched to set your toy teapot on the small picnic blanket then puffed your chest in pride with a heroic pose to rival a superhero’s. “I'm gonna be a café mastar!” you exclaimed in your squeaky pitch. Luckily, the two of you were in the park and not your house. Your mother’s scoldings weren't pleasant to say the least.

Giovanna tilted his head. “Café ‘mastar’? You mean master? Like a master of cafés?”

“Mhm!” You stuffed your chubby face with a mouthful of chocolate cake before continuing. “I’m gonna run a café with the best cake and hot chocolate. It’ll have TV, a ball pit, video games and a slide!”

“Wow...” Your friend clasped your filthy hands, his seafoam green eyes twinkling into yours. “That sounds amazing! If anyone can do it, it’d be you! I'll be your first customer!”

“Noooo,” you whined, cake smudged on your pout. “You can’t be my customer, Giovanna! I want to run it with you!”

Giovanna chuckled softly, a little dazed by your demand of him. “Okay. When you open your café, I'll be there with you.”

“Promise?” Still pouty, you offered a pinky in front of him which he studied curiously. A soothing breeze brushed through his blunt locks as he formed a matching gesture to yours.

“Promise.”

Your tiny digits intertwined. A pinky promise between two children was sealed in sticky frosting.

You idly fiddled with your maid uniform behind a thoroughly cleaned counter, tugging the frilly hem down your thighs. Surrounded by the faint aroma of coffee, you almost lived up your weeby fantasy.

The café interior remained silent on a late weekday morning. Accompanying you were a variety of untouched, freshly baked goods in their display case and half a dozen empty tables. Sunlight lit up the foyer through the wide glass. Indoor plants in ceramic pots guarded the door and hung over the walls, painting the shop in splashes of natural green. You were pretty sure these plants were supposed to bloom flowers but, alas, you were no gardening expert.

Beyond the expansive café windows were locals walking by. Some gave your shop a passing yet curious glance though many ignored it entirely. Seldom would a customer or two walk in the café since the grand opening a few days prior. The items they ordered were barely enough for you to get by.

You sighed in defeat and slouched against the cool countertop with an added temptation to eat all of the baked treats yourself. No doubt would binging sweets ease a bit of the bitterness and salt on your mind.

Your eyes rested upon the dainty arrangement of blue irises wilting in their vase beside you. They were a parting gift from your friends before you moved back to your city of birth. You groaned.

Perhaps returning to your hometown to pursue your childhood dream was silly. Dreams don’t just come to fruition on hope alone. A pang of guilt settled in your stomach. You felt as though you were letting down the young boy you used to play with all those years ago. You hadn’t seen him ever since you and your mother moved away during elementary school.

On a whim, you gently pulled an iris from its delicate vase and began plucking its shrivelling petals one by one. “I’m a dumbass... I’m not a dumbass...” you murmured. You repeated the self-deprecating chant until the last petal. “I’m a dumb—”

DLING!

You jolted up. The sudden chime of the front door ripped you out of your trance, scaring the crap out of your body so hard, you dropped your tortured flower.

You cleared your throat in an attempt to awkwardly recompose yourself. “Hello! Welcome to Milky Maid Paradise!” you called out. You scanned the room to find whoever entered only to find no one. How strange. Is some fucker messing with you?

You swiftly rounded the counter to further inspect the situation. Peering outside the window, you spotted no suspicious figures to pin the blame on. You scratched your head. Such a thing never happened before. Just as you were about to dawdle back to your signature sulking spot, a menacing voice caught your attention.

“Buongiorno, Signorina.”

Oh lord.

You span around to face an imposing, colossal man sat at the table closest to the dessert display. A spiky red hat rested upon his baby bald scalp and intricate patterns adorned his immaculate, luxurious outfit. Somehow his large frame must have fit through the door without you noticing. It was very impressive considering he needed five of your vintage chairs to sit comfortably on.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn't see you there!” you replied exasperatedly. “Buon... giorno?” You quickly swallowed your apprehension. “What can I get for you today, sir?”

No matter whom this plus-sized ninja clad in banana yellow was, it was important you treated him with warmth and respect as you would with any ordinary customer. With a steadied heart and stride, you approached the large man awaiting your hospitality.

“The last time I’ve eaten was ten past eleven this morning,” he began.

You glanced to the wall clock beside the wide kitchen doorway. 11:10AM was forty minutes ago.

A thick finger pointed towards the desserts behind their polished glass case. “As you can tell, I’m famished. I’ll have everything available in that display case, please.” He clasped his chubby hands and awaited your response.

You blinked.

...Was he serious? The low rumble of his gigantic tummy sounded serious. He eyed you expectantly with his unusual black sclera and glowing pupils hiding beneath his sharp, protruding nose. It caused your neck hairs to stand on end.

“O-of course! Right away, sir!” you over-enthusiastically stuttered. If he could afford luxury clothing tailored to his massive body, surely he could afford your entire menu, right?

With haste, you promptly plated every dessert he could see. From tarts to cakes to biscuits to scones, each added pastry caused your customer’s dark eyes to grow wider and wider like a starving lion’s observing its prey.

“There we go,” you huffed. With the dessert case empty and the man’s table covered in plates of pastries all barely fitting on the tabletop surface, you were rewarded with a pleased hum.

“Thank you, Signorina. They look delectable.” He licked his lips with malice.

A plain napkin from God-knows-where was tucked beneath his double chin. Raising his noodly arms, he began his feast. A whole black forest cake was inhaled into his system straight from the white ceramic. Scones were gobbled one after the other with fruit jams swallowed as an afterthought. You've never been so confused and scared. His vicious appetite and table manners subverted his sophisticated, millionaire appearance.

In the midst of his wild indulgence, you thought it necessary to brew a cup of chai tea to help him down the sugary contents. Just as you served him the hot beverage in its dainty teacup, your customer’s table was cleared of any sign of cake and crumbs. He graciously accepted the free cup of tea and let out a hefty belch to punctuate the end of his quaint café experience.

“Pardon me,” he said, patting down his mouth with a dirtied napkin.

Fortunately, no one had entered during the entire bizarre affair. His monstrous appetite would have driven them away.

“Signorina, are you the only staff working at this café?” the giant asked after a short moment. “What I ate tasted like it was baked by the same pair of hands. Their flaws, textures and flavours were consistent. No other chef could replicate them. Am I right in my observation?”

His expression was unreadable. Where could he be going with this? You slowly nodded, which earned you an amused grunt.

“Why is that?”

You shrugged sheepishly, tightly wringing your wrists. “...Well, I can’t afford to hire anybody right now—not that I need anyone or anything.” Though assistance around the store would be helpful, you never saw a need to hire anyone with the abysmal business you’d been garnering until today—even if it meant your maid café would only have one maid. “I can run the café fine on my own,” you add.

The mountain of flesh clicked his tongue, seemingly to disapprove of your words. He leaned forward as far as his belly would allow him, casting you in shadow. His terrifying mouth uttered your name. Did you ever tell him that?

“You won't go far relying on only yourself; it’s foolish,” he continued. His emerald irises peered into your soul and you shivered. His speech and mannerisms outside of gorging cake were no different from one of those high-ranking mafiosi in those old-fashioned gangster movies, or more accurately, a demonic nightmare clown from a horror flick.

Reaching into his yellow coat, the man pulled out an oddly unwrinkled sealed envelope. It was held out to you but before you could obtain the envelope, he spoke up. “Do you like cats?”

What?

You furrowed a brow, trying to compute the out-of-the-blue question. Despite the sinister smug expression on his face, the question appeared fairly innocent. You lowered your guard, if only slightly.

“Yeah, I like cats. I even had a kitten when I was little.” You neglected to mention that your kitten went missing one week after adopting it from the pound. No one needed to know that right now.

His deep laughter reverberated across the room. You swore you could hear the silverware rattle. “Hohoho! Then I believe you’ll find this recipe very useful. Use this recipe and your café will thrive in the city.” The ominous smirk across his plump lips and the cold glint in his gaze made you a teeny bit suspicious that this recipe was actually for a bomb.

The envelope was then finally passed on to your smaller, much sweatier hands. “Alright then... Thank you for coming, Mr...?” You trailed off.

“Polpo,” he finished. You glanced at the envelope and back at Polpo.

“Thank you, Mr. Polpo.” You meekly smiled. Peculiarly enough, having a name to this absolute unit of a human being shed a bit of the mystery surrounding his creepy presence. It was a subtle comfort you were willing to take.

“You’re welcome,” he smirked, uttering your name once again. “Now, if you'll excuse me...”

You stepped back so he could stand but he made no effort to budge from his five chairs. You also wondered if he would make an effort to pay for devouring a day’s worth of desserts. Just as you were about to ask him if he prefers cash or card, the doorchime intervened.

DLING!

Your attention leapt to the door. Again, it fell shut on its own with no customers seeming to enter although unlike last time when Polpo mysteriously appeared in your café, he mysteriously vanished.

Tension spiked. You scampered out of the café, apron strings dancing behind, completely confused as to how a being so massive could exit a building so stealthily. You saw no spiky-hatted man in yellow rolling down the street nor waddling on it, so you re-entered the store, still in shock from your virtually paranormal experience.

“What the fuck just happened?” you asked yourself.

You leaned over a chair, envelope in hand, processing your recent memory. Some Humpty Dumpty-looking dude materialised in your maid café, ate everything and left. You were honestly a little pissed at the audacity. When you raised your head, a smidge of colour where Polpo dined caught your vision.

Beside the unholy hill of plates piled high upon the wooden table laid a fat stack of cash neatly nestled in a plain strap of paper. Trembling, you scrambled to inspect the money between your fingers. Carding through each note, you realised it was more than enough to compensate the emptiness of your dessert case.

He tipped well, though maybe a bit too well. If he was still here, you’d refuse his generosity out of guilt.

But he’s not here...

Giddiness and disbelief overwhelmed your heart. With this much to fill your wallet, rent this month would be stress-free. Plus, you could buy that cool anime figure you’ve had your eye on for two months now, splurge some cash for cute clothes to fill your wardrobe, or invest in a brand new computer that wouldn’t shit itself during a hot day. The hedonistic possibilities were endless but before could make any debilitating financial decisions, first you had Polpo’s secret recipe to success to try out.

You decided to close the café early for the day. After flipping the open/closed sign on the door and clearing Polpo’s crime scene of a table, you headed off to the café kitchen, sealed envelope in tow.

You squinted at the finely written instructions. While you were sure what the cursive letters spelt out were what you thought they were, the implied end product sounded disgusting.

Splayed out upon the kitchen bench were the necessary ingredients, along with dirtied bowls and utensils, and the recipe’s batter that now filled a 6 cup muffin tray. It was a simple batter reminiscent of cake if you removed any of the flavour and joy. If you read Polpo’s handwriting correctly, each of the six mini cakes required their own unique ingredient of flavour: sea salt, wine, orange zest, strawberry seeds, coffee beans, and flower petals.

For the first tin, you sprinkled a pinch of sea salt as the procedure instructed. Bada bing, bada boom.

Wine? You whined and reached into the industrial refrigerator. For ‘special occasions’, you stashed a bottle of red wine towards the back behind all the cartons of milk, eggs, berries, and the like. The recipe seemed special enough, so you splashed the second tin a responsible amount.

Orange zest was normal enough. You carefully grated an orange peel into the third tin and set the fruit down for an afternoon snack later.

Strawberry seeds were a bitch and a half to procure. You fumblingly tweezed a single ripe strawberry until all the seeds joined the batter of the fourth tin.

The fifth tin simply requested six coffee beans. You shrugged and flung them all into the designated cup.

Lastly was the sixth tin that nondescriptly asked for flower petals. Wracking your brain for any idea where you could obtain any, you remembered the irises dying on the front counter. Once you grabbed the healthiest blossom of the bunch, you zipped back into the kitchen in record speed and flicked a few of its petals into the depressing mixture.

With preparations finished, it was time to bake. You stretched your arms in anticipation and placed the muffin tray into your trusty pre-heated oven. Feeling satisfied with your handiwork, you sauntered back to where the recipe rested.

There, you twitched where you stood. The recipe frustratingly had no mention of a baking time written anywhere on the paper. You sighed and dropped the recipe to focus on the oven. With your experience in baking, you deducted that the cakes would be ready in 15 minutes minimum. You kept a small toothpick nearby for when it was time to check the doneness of the cakes.

As the batter tanned and rose in the enclosed heat, the kitchen became perfumed in a combination of citrus, roasted coffee beans and other underlying scents in the mix. You breathed it in, embracing the aroma in your lungs. If your baker instincts were right, the bland goodies would be ready soon. You quickly plucked the toothpick from the bench but as you turned towards the oven, the oven spontaneously exploded.

Smoke and steam violently gusted the oven door open. You shrieked at the thundering clash and lost your footing. Your eyes squeezed shut as a rainbow of colours blurred your vision. The floor was cold beneath your limp form and you hissed, feeling sore where your ass impacted the hard tiles. Fortunately, no butt bones broke.

You slowly got up, rubbing the pain away from your buns and smoothing out your skirt. The bowls and jars on the bench laid askew but the resulting mess was minimal. You cautiously turned the oven off before it could burn down the whole building. When you peeked into its interior, you froze. You expected to find burnt batter slapped everywhere onto its scorching hot walls but instead, an immaculately clean muffin tin sat empty exactly where you set it.

You don’t remember the recipe including hallucinogenic drugs as an ingredient.

You wanted to pause and process everything again but before you could, deep grumbles and groans sounded behind you. Very, very cautiously, you twisted towards the source of the voices, armed with a toothpick for protection.

“God, my head...”

“...What the fuck? Where the fuck are we?”

“A kitchen...? We’re not gonna become someone’s lunch, are we!?”

Three strangely dressed men occupied your kitchen floor. Behind them were three more strangely dressed men. You backed away from them with your tiny toothpick raised in defence as they stirred and arose.

The first man had tousled strawberry blond hair and a pair of cat ears atop his head. Wait, cat ears!? A matching tail with coarsely curled fur swished out of his green trousers littered with holes. He bore an irritated expression as he surveyed his surroundings.

Perplexed, you studied the second man who hid his hair with a distinctively patterned cap. Though you couldn’t glimpse his ears, a tiger-like tail stuck out of his striped leather pants having nowhere to hide with his cropped sweater exposing his rippling midriff. He looked just as confused as you as he stared back.

As expected, the third one also bore feline features. His dark ears folded over his orange headband and his tail frizzed out beneath a yellow, checkered skirt. Shaky slitted pupils settled on your form.

“Who are you and where the fuck are we!?” a tall man with long, white hair from behind the three screamed. His purple lips contorted to bare pronounced fangs. Behind his dark coat was a fluffy white tail puffed up to threaten you.

“W-Who are you and how did you get into my kitchen!?” you counter-screamed.

“So we are in a kitchen...” the yellow skirted boy murmured. His dread could not be described.

“Calm down, everyone! I think I know what’s going on,” a smooth but firm voice called out.

The small sea of upset potential cat cosplayers parted and another potential cat cosplayer came forward. Large ears above his bob cut twitched realistically. Golden zippers glinted in the light and jingled with each step he took. He stopped in front of you, hand on his exposed chest. As crazy as his dotted suit was, he was easy on the eyes. With a flick of his spotted silver tail, you dragged your gaze from his well-toned body to his chiselled face to engage in respectful eye-contact.

“You've met Polpo, correct?”

His companions twitched their ears at the name. You couldn’t help but take note on how organically their ears and tails seemingly moved.

You nodded and wrung your apron absently. “Yes, if you mean that giant man who ate all the sweets here. What about him?”

The catboy quietly hummed and held his chin in thought. “Did he give you instructions to summon us?”

“Instructions?”

Polpo's recipe laid undisturbed on the bench where you last set it. Could he be referring to that?

The spotted catboy must have read your mind. He stepped towards the paper and skimmed its contents.

“I see... So you did,” he murmured, placing the recipe back down.

“Excuse me, but what does Polpo have to do with you all popping out of my oven?”

“Yeah, Buccellati. What does this all mean?” the curly furred catboy chimed in with a creased brow. It was nice to know you weren't the only one left in the dark.

He remained silent for a moment, focused on the lines between the floor tiles before speaking up. “It means that Polpo is no longer our master. By receiving the recipe and summoning us, this woman passed Polpo’s test.” Shifting to an authoritative stance, he demanded the attention of his peers. “Starting today, she is our new owner!”

“UH, WHAT!?” you shrieked. Was that what those weird questions from that giant were really about? About why you work alone? If you like cats? The fucking strawberry seeds?

That recipe was a test in disguise all along?

The others echoed your astonishment with audible reactions of their own. You backed further away from the crowd of cats until you thumped into a solid wall. All eyes were on you.

You weren't ready to be a crazy cat lady—let alone crazy catboy lady!

“Hey, are you sure she's supposed to be our owner? I mean, look! She's wearing a maid costume!” the striped one pointed out. “Maybe the owner is her employer? Or—” he dropped his volume to a whisper, “—sugar daddy?”

“I don't have an employer! OR sugar daddy!” you hastily corrected, hands and toothpick flailing in the air. “I run a maid café and this is what I wear!”

“Oh fuck this!” spat the white, fluffy catboy. “Our lives were perfectly fine in the mafia! Now Polpo wants us to live and work in some fetishist restaurant!? Of course that fat bastard would.”

You glared at him. “What do you mean ‘mafia’? What do you mean ‘living and working’ here? What do you mean ‘fetishi—’”

“We can explain our history and other details later but let’s introduce ourselves first,” the spotted catboy interrupted. As much as you needed answers to your never-ending well of questions, you reluctantly agreed that introductions were in order.

You sighed. “Alright. But you better also explain the whole catboy thing here, too.”

He diffidently flexed his ears. “Of course.” Gracefully, he placed a hand on his heart. “I’m Buccellati. This is—”

“Fugo. It's a pleasure to meet you,” greeted the curly catboy.

“I’m Mista,” said the stripy catboy, gesturing to himself with a gun. That didn’t look too safe. Hey, hold on! He has a gun!?

Fugo nudged the skirted catboy beside him. The boy flipped his switchblade away and pocketed it. “I’m Narancia,” he drawled.

“Abbacchio,” grunted the fluffy one.

Five out of six introduced themselves to you but if you recalled correctly, weren’t there six? You looked around then the last catboy strode forward.

“You may call me Giorno,” he said. Three golden rolls of hair framed his forehead. Behind them were feline ears as you came to expect. A lithe tail curled into a gold ring against his magenta suit.

‘Giorno’. It was funny. You had a cat named Giorno once.

“Nice to meet you all,” you replied. You only wished it was under better circumstances, like not after an explosion or surprise adoption. Meekly, you shared your name to the room which was admittedly a worse experience than introducing yourself to your new class when you changed schools.

“But you'll be our master, right? We should be calling you Master,” piped Narancia.

Fugo crossed his arms. “No, the correct word here would be ‘Mistress’.”

Narancia shrugged. “Same thing.”

Fugo hissed.

As the two began to bicker, Giorno's gentle voiced called your name as he quietly approached you. With his calming demeanour, it was no wonder he was so easy to miss before introductions. His seafoam green eyes shone brightly in the kitchen lights. Something familiar was beneath their vibrant hue and intensity. Where have you seen them before?

He held your clammy hands in his. The sharp toothpick you armed yourself with fell to the floor.

“I, Giorno, promise we'll help you become a café mastar.”

#jjba fanfic #jjba x reader #f!reader #female reader #giorno giovanna #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #guido mista #leone abbacchio #jjba #jojo #jojo's bizarre adventure #narancia ghirga #neko paradiso #pannacotta fugo #x reader #catboys #hybrid au

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— felix and sage waking up from a nightmare

gn!reader | **srsly not proofread btw. bonjour. sorry this was supposed to be an M4 post but i am um. giggles. sorry x2 i am too tired to get the taglist rn (will comment/rb later maybe) but also this post is nothing too special liek. u've seen this before! u know their fears,, don't be silly! just here to say Heyyyy im alive 😘

felix

this might come as a shock but felix isn't just an acquaintance with dreams about losing the person he loves. he hasn't had one in a while, so you can imagine the confusion/shock from both of you when he wakes up with your hands on his shoulders gently shaking him

he takes a minute to process his surroundings and what's going on. when you explain what happened he gets a remorseful look

"ah...i'm sorry for waking you. i'm alright now." you can tell he's lying when his smile is forced and his eyes are shifting around the room, his fingers playing with the blanket.

"you can talk to me, you know. no pressure, of course, but if something's bothering you then i'd like to help." you don't pry much, knowing that felix heard you and wanting to give him time

"do you ever wonder if there's someone better fit for you?" "not even once." the confidence and speed of your answer takes felix by surprise, and he stares at you with widened eyes.

he can't figure out what to say before you continue, "i don't think anyone's perfect for someone—a lot of love is time and working together, felix. not a hypothetical, romanticized ideal."

"and i love being with you. i love practising and learning together, figuring out new spells or dinner recipes—" felix lets out a small laugh at that, remembering the absolute disaster that happened only a couple nights ago. you only smile back, "i love rambling about our interests, seeing you get excited about a new book you found. i love you, felix. i'll remind you as many times as you want."

felix has a small smile on his lips as he looks at you, and he thinks he really, truly is the luckiest person in the world

his voice is soft but genuine when he speaks, "thank you, love." he sighs and frowns at the window, "it would be best for us to sleep now, the others will have our heads if we aren't up and ready in the morning."

you're both a little groggy when the others see you, but you can tell that the little conversation helped and you considered that more important

sage

sage's nightmare would be very similar to felix's: centered around the fear of you leaving him (again) or failing to save you. there's a mission coming up (we defeated the LoS and sage is Fine. idc. move) and every so often his brain can't help but think of the worst case scenario

he's likely to get up from bed and take a walk — maybe just taking a lap around where you're staying, or standing outside for some fresh air

his ears twitch when he hears you quietly walk up from behind him

"are you sure you want to go on the mission?" the question comes as a bit of a shock but you still manage to answer, "we've done more dangerous ones, you know." "you could still get hurt, though."

it isn't hard to read between the lines that sage is much more worried than you just getting injured. sometimes he needs a reminder that he's allowed to be worried/honest

"i'll be careful. plus i have you and the others, right? we're a team."

there's a frown on his face, and you don't have to reach out to know he's tense. he's quick on his feet and smart, you now that. but you also know that his mind gets foggy and overwhelmed at times like this

your voice is soft when you speak, "nothing will happen to me, sage. and if i do get hurt, i'll heal up and recover just like always."

"but—" "danger and 'what if's' are part of our job description, sage." he knows that better than anyone, and you know that. "i'm scared something will happen to you, too. but i trust you—i believe in you. in us."

by the time you're close enough to lay against him and reach for his hand, sage has let out a deep breath and relaxed a little. he lays his head against yours and continues to look out. "alright."

"but if anything happens—" "i'll step back and find you or one of the others. i do actually have some experience with this stuff, y'know." your sarcastic but lighthearted comment gets an eye roll in response, but you both know it's your way of reassuring him while trying to take some pressure off

please gently bring him back to bed and play with his hair . this is a necessary step . he's still a little tense in the morning when it hits him again, but taking his hand in yours is enough for a while

#last legacy #felix escellun #sage lesath #fictif #q

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4stylephilosophy · 4 months

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In Closing, and Moving On

Hi, you've stumbled upon a dead AKB48 fanblog! It's a blog that's already been that way for over 5 years at the time of this writing, and one where this post is being made on its 10th anniversary in order to give it some final closure and resources.

You're probably here because you're a fan of one of the former members, following their solo careers, and want to know more about their early history. Or you might be here because you're interested in the history of AKB48, or the AKB48 fandom. Can't say there's anything of value to be found here, but thanks for reading anyway. Or you could've just clicked on this link because you saw the tweet pop up in your twitter feed...in which case, welcome Ruffian?

You know, I hate it when you need to scroll through a blogger's life story to get to that pasta recipe, so I'll cut to the chase and serve you the former Ori-Minegishi Team 4 members twitter and fanclub links upfront (or in the case of a Moe and Ayaka, the groups that they're now a part of). Most of them have instagram, etc. as well but you can usually find those on their twitter profiles. Here you go! (anyone missing from here is no longer active in the entertainment industry as far as I know) Aigasa Moe: - Twitter: https://twitter.com/moeaigasa0406 - Group (METAMOL): https://metamol.jp/metamol_profile/metamol_moe/ Iwatate Saho: - Twitter: https://twitter.com/yahho_sahho - Fanclub: https://iwatatesaho-fc.jp/ Okada Ayaka: - Twitter: https://twitter.com/ayaka_o1106 - Group (SAISON): https://www.shochikugeino.co.jp/talents/okadaayaka/ Okada Nana: - Twitter: https://twitter.com/okadanana_1107 - Fanclub: https://okadanana-fc.jp/p/ Kitazawa Saki: - Twitter: https://twitter.com/Sakii_Kitazawa - Fanclub: https://saki-kitazawa.com/ Kojima Mako: - Twitter: https://twitter.com/mak0_k0jima - Fanclub: https://fc.sunmusic-group.com/kojimamako Nishino Miki: - Twitter: https://twitter.com/mikinishino4 - Fanclub: https://www.fansnet.jp/en/nishinomiki_official Shinozaki Ayana: - Twitter: https://twitter.com/ayana18_48 - Fanclub: https://shinozaki-ayana-official.jp/ - Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@ayana.shinozaki.official Murayama Yuiri: - Twitter: https://twitter.com/yuirii_murayama Mogi Shinobu: - Twitter: https://twitter.com/mogi0_0216 - Fanclub: https://mogishinobu-fc.jp/ Minegishi Minami: - Twitter: https://twitter.com/chan__31 - Fanclub: https://fanicon.net/fancommunities/3877 ______ Now then, let's talk a bit before I let you go.

At the time of this writing, of the 16 members of Minegishi Team 4 who were promoted on August 24th, 2013, 4 remain. And by March of next year, that number will be down to 2. I left the fandom in around 2019. The state of the management (which I won't elaborate on here, but you probably know...), combined with starting a new career in a new timezone led to me calling it quits as a 48G fan.

Okada Nana's graduation was a wakeup call to me though, that my beloved 13th gen had very little time left. So I returned briefly to the fandom in April 2023, to see the conclusion of their story. I discovered that so much had changed, much more than I could list here. But for one thing, I discovered that in my absence my kamioshi, Kitazawa Saki, had gone from being a struggling theater girl, to a full fledged stage actress! Joining an agency and becoming so busy that she was rarely in the theater! I was so proud. And it was not a moment too soon that I returned, because 2 months later, Saki announced her graduation. I got a chance to speak to her once at an online hanashikai. And then, in the greatest stroke of luck of my entire otaku existence, I was able to go to Japan to see her graduation stage in person. It was an experience I'll never forget.

As the 13th gen's time comes to a close, it is time for me to formally exit from the fandom as well. Saho and Yuiri remain for now, but I'm more interested in their activities outside the group.

In addition to tonight being 4'stylephilosophy's 10th anniversary, tonight is also the 9th anniversary of Takashima Yurina's graduation, my original kami oshi. I always found that coincidence remarkable. So even if it's only meaningful to me, this feels fitting.

I'll continue to follow the careers of some of my favorites from back then. Particularly Saki, Ayanan, Saho, Fukuoka Seina, Ino Miyabi, and Goto Moe, as well as Ishiwata Sena and Takahashi Ayane who I discovered more recently. I hope to see as many as I can in person someday too (already making plans to see one of Saki's stage plays sometime next year!), but it will no longer be as an AKB fan.

It was a fun 11 years but all things must come to an end. I'll still be on twitter, but for the most part my interests have shifted to following a certain pair of demon guard dogs (BAU BAU).

To all of those I called friends over the years, I'll always cherish the memories we shared.

Thank you all for being awesome, and for putting up with me.

Well I think that’s it then. I'm not sure if I can say this blog itself truly completed its original mission of bringing awareness of the members of Minegishi Team 4 to the foreign fandom. However, seeing how far the members came in these 10+ years, I can say that which was truly important was a success.

Anyway, finally I’m nearly out of words, so in closing, and most of all…

To Minegishi Team 4: Umemoe, and Nororinzu MogiYuri, and Triple彩 the Three Musketeers, and KabutomuChu! And to Captain Miichan…

Thank you for those unforgettable 234 days and for the wonderful years thereafter.

I’ll never forget you.

Until we meet again. 4’style

「本日の公演も皆さんの応援のおかげで無事終わりに近づいてきています。この劇場を出た後もチーム４のことを忘れないでください。私たちも忘れません。」

#blogpost #team 4 #Minegishi TEAM 4 #AKB48

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eyesoverinfinity · 1 year

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Episode 6: we're bacon out here!

The intro plays, it is a Introduction to all 8 of the hosts of this show: Zoey, Louis, Francis, Bill, Ellis, Nick, Rochelle and Coach.

Then the logo appears:

The logo dissipates as pre-recorded clapping plays. Today they are outside, they aren't wearing their usual outfits but instead wearing much more casual and light clothing.

Louis is holding the camera in his hand, the image is a selfie like format.

Louis: Welcome to 8 in the kitchen! The show were we make food and may regret it later! Today we aren't in the kitchen because government officials are working with the Amazonians in destroying the Dark Fruit plant.

The camera is turned around to the building that the hosts work in, it's a normal brick building with a sign that says 'Valve networks'. it's covered in ice, dead vines and a combination of scientists, government officials and clean up crews from both the American and Amazonian governments.

Louis: It's going to take awhile and we don't want to leave you all waiting so we're making our food outside today!

Louis turns the camera back to revel that everyone is sweating.

Louis: In the biggest heatwave of the century.... Yeah... I'll get someone to edit the current temperature in post recording.

The screen shows the current temperature in the middle of the screen.

115 degrees Fahrenheit

and in small text underneath:

46 degrees Celsius for everyone else.

Louis: Today Zoey has the chef hat, what are we making Zoey?

The camera pans to Zoey, who is standing next to Rochelle under an umbrella Nick is holding.

Zoey: What I was originally going to make needed electricity. and the recipe itself needs some reviewing.

Ellis's voice can be heard from off screen.

Ellis: Did it not taste good?

Zoey: Let's just say it'll be world shattering when I perfect it.

The screen glitches at the words 'world shattering'.

Nick: Well that was ominous.

Louis: Did the ground just shake a bit?

Bill: You're just overheating son.

Louis: Ok... So what are we making today?

Zoey: You see this sidewalk?

Louis: Yeah?

Zoey pulls out some bacon and eggs.

Rochelle: Please tell me we're not...

Zoey: We are!

Zoey puts some oil on the sidewalk and cracks an egg onto it.

Zoey: It's so hot we're cooking eggs on a side walk!

Air horns sound effects are heard.

Nick: That's great and all, but what's the hook here? Unless we're doing an ASMR of us over heating-

Ellis: I mean there'd probably be an audience for that nowadays.

Nick: -I don't see the point.

Zoey: We are answering the questions of random people on the internet!

Nick: That works.

Zoey: The question itself will be shown onscreen when we answer them, to make it easier for anyone hard of hearing.

The camera is set up in a tripod under an umbrella. Everyone sits under some more beach umbrellas set up next to the sidewalk. The eggs and bacon are sizzling nicely.

Zoey: Ok, first ask is:

Coach: Ah, I had some good times with those kids. I still visit them sometimes. When I was still in the school I'd get everyone and go to burger tank, but now I know how to cook they ask me to make them stuff from the show. It's nice. If your watching, Hi kids!

Zoey: Ok, next question.

Nick: Well-

Francis: You sure you want to ask the guy with the ex-wife for dating advice?

Nick: This is my question Francis.

Francis: Just saying.

Nick: Well at least I've gotten married.

Francis shrugs as if to say fair enough.

Nick: Usually, I'd learn what their favourite food was and give them that. But in my humble-

Bill: Humble? that's a laugh.

Nick: -opinion, It's hard to go wrong with a good roast.

Zoey: alright then, next one...

Coach: Wouldn't you like to know.

Zoey: Your not answering this are you?

Coach: Nope~

Zoey: Figurers, you've already driven Rochelle insane trying to figure it out.

Rochelle: How did you mange to hide EVERY SINGLE DOCUMENT related to you in the school system!? I couldn't even find your resume!

Coach smiles but says nothing.

Zoey: Anyways.... Next one:

Nick: Oh god why would you ask him that.

Francis: Oh come on! His stories are hilarious!

Ellis: Thanks man.

Nick: I don't care, it'll take the up the whole episode! Move on the the next question.

Zoey:

Bill: Sounds like we don't have a choice.

Nick: How about the next one?

Zoey:

Nick: God danm it.

Zoey: Nick, I've got like 50 more of these. This is the most asked question period. We have to do this at least once.

Nick: FINE, just... just chose a short one.

Ellis: Oh man. Food experiments? I've got a great one for that. This one time, My buddy Keith wanted to know what you had to do to make sugar expire. So first we put it into the oven, but that just made it melt, we tried a bunch of other things like feeding it to a furby then cutting it open, but then Keith had the BEST idea.

Nick: Ok, how's this one going to devolve?

Ellis: He remembered that military camp that he got bombed at and decided that we should see what bombs would do!

Nick: and there it is.

Ellis: So we snuck into the base and placed the sugar in the middle of the field and waited. So we're watching from a distance with a camera to record this masterpiece, when who should come but two solders. We thought that they'd call someone about it but you know what they did?

Rochelle: What?

Ellis: Sons of bicthes begin eaten it! So we run in and take the sugar back, cause that's our sugar experiment and the only people that's gonna eat it is us. But the soldiers then get on our backs 'bout "Entering a restricted area"

Coach: Maybe they had a point.

Ellis: Please, everyone my age and under has snuck in there at one point. anyways not much interesting stuff happened after that, we got chased. But we got out ok. Never did see the bombs drop though.... You think our boss would fund that?

Bill: Son... I want to say no but.... Just don't.

Ellis looks a bit disappointed. But says:

Ellis: Ok.

Zoey: Next question:

Rochelle: Oh that's a hard one! I love both of them, but I think I'll go with savoury. There's so many different flavours and recipes that can come from it, variety is the spice of life after all. Its also less like it give you health problems so there's that.

Louis: The last bit really depends on what your eating though. Like, and apple is a lot better for you then deep fried chicken.

Rochelle: That's true. But who actually puts fruit in the sweet category?

Zoey: I put it in the breakfast category.

Louis: Zoey, we're roommates. I've seen you eat peanut butter by itself for breakfast.

Bill: Wait you do what?

Zoey: NEXT QUESTION!

Francis: Where do I begin?!

Rochelle: Oh boy.

Francis: There's wasting food, calling salt a spice, buying an air fryer.

Rochelle: I still don't understand your hatred of that thing in particular.

Francis: The only reason people buy it is to say that they are better and richer then everyone else! But that's not the worse thing.

Nick: Ok, I'll bite. What's the worse thing?

Francis: Cross contamination.

The hosts all shudder.

Coach: I'm with you Francis, that's the worst.

Francis: I know right? Just wash the knife! Or get a new one! It's not that hard.

Zoey: Next question

Louis: To put it simply, lot a things going right and something going wildly wrong. These episodes, like any show, take a lot of team work and effort to put together. They hinge on everyone doing their job well, luckily we have a very talented team working with us.

A blushing emoji appears for a few seconds.

Louis: But, the fun in this show is the chaos of what we try to do, that's why it doesn't matter if we fail. Not to us anyway. If we have fun doing it, and if we are sometimes we're attacked by our food.-

Coach: That was one time!

Zoey: It was a week ago.

Louis: -That's what people are looking for, and that's what we'll do.

Zoey: With that heart warming answer, here's a morbid, and hard to read, question.

Bill: I don't why you asked for zombies specifically, that's more Zoey's field, but it'd really depend on what doesn't get toppled when the government goes down. Any thing fresh with expire within a week, and cans don't last as long as you think without proper storage. Can you make something taste good? Yes, you'd have to kill and scavenge but you could do it. Will it taste like anything pre-apocalypse? No.

Louis: Man, that was weird question.

Rochelle: I mean with the current political climate....

Louis: But why zombies?

Ellis: It's a popular genre.

Zoey: Umm....

Nick: What's the next question?

Zoey:

Zoey: What's a sp-

The phone Zoey is holding starting giving off sparks and she drops it. The camera feed begins to distort, showing what seems to be a city on fire, but stops when the phone hits the floor.

Rochelle: What was that?!

Coach: That's it! The heat got to the phone and is getting to us, everyone inside now!

Leaving the phone, everyone begins to pack up. Ellis picks up the phone and the feed cuts out. The feed returns to show everyone in-doors. it looks to be a decently sized house with an AC. Zoey and Coach are laying on the couch, with Coach asleep. Bill is siting at the table behind the couch playing a card game with Nick and Francis. Ellis can't be seen in the shot but fridge noises can be heard off screen.

Louis is holding the camera in his hand. The symbols in the bottom right corner reveal that they are now using a proper house hold camera instead of a iPhone.

Louis: Ok, we are now inside Coach's house. Sorry that we couldn't do more, but we did get in at least one question each so I hope you enjoyed it anyway. And for those who are worried about the bacon and eggs-

Louis winces, but keeps quiet to not wake Coach.

Louis: Keith ate it off the ground when he picked us up... We'll have a normal episode next time if you can call our episodes that. Bye from everyone and we'll see you next time.

The theme song plays and the credits roll. The end credits seen shows the place where the hosts where taking questions. It is a peaceful scene with trees, a lake and a building peaking out over the treeline. Suddenly, the image shakes and distorts. The imprint of 8 shadowy figures appears as they huddle together in what looks to be fear. Then the distortion stops, in the same second that it appears. Along with the shadows.

The scene remains peaceful for the rest of the run.

#l4d zoey #l4d louis #l4d bill #l4d francis #l4d2 nick #coach l4d2 #l4d2 ellis #l4d2 rochelle #l4d au #l4d2 au #8 in the kitchen au #cooking show au #using your asks =D #thanks again guys!#valve

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harley-the-pancake · 1 year

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This is just a post to try and keep things organized on my blog. If you want to know my pronouns, name I go by, age, etc, just look in my bio. I just reblog and post whatever I want.

I don’t have an official dni, I just don’t give a fuck half the time, as long as you aren’t a dick to others, you can stay

I also don’t mind people using ideas that I have, making things off of the ideas or fics I have, or tagging me in silly @ games.

I also have a second account I occasionally use as a studyblr, which is Pancake-tries-college.

My AO3 is Pancake_Overlord

My pfp is made by a picrew from @wervty

Important sorting tags:

#vent chai latte - posts that are vents or emotional (I don’t always use it I am gonna be honest)

#diary posting - a new tag I’ll be using when I ramble about emotions, meds or just more personal things that are not about my school or friends (LATER HARLEY UPDATE: It is also becoming a bit of less fun school stuff tag, eg talking with professors, getting homework done, etc)

#Into the datemate pile - a tag that I use just to save & share things with my datemate, who does not have an active tumblr

#ph anon of the opera - my ask tag. It does not matter if you are anon or no, you are all ph anon in my eyes hearts (I also have a tendency of hoarding my asks but be free to still send me asks)

#ask game - just replies I’m saving from like descriptions of me or ask games

#my wife saga - my datemate is studying abroad then researching in idaho so I’m being dramatic. This will be happening for 3 months.

Tell me if I need to tag anything for you

From @hee-blee-art

Posts that I feel like sharing:

A post I made about saving Rats SMP vods and led to some decent archives. I did nothing, but it has the link to the document that has a whole lot of links so!

A post I made with a document that I use to save a whole lot of MCC vods and a few VODs I have saved myself

Not an important post, however it’s a post I love and I want to keep on my pinned for when I want to see. It entails some games of One Night Ultimate Werewolf for my datemate’s birthday

This isn’t a post of mine, but I wanted to save Tumblr fairy tales

A ramble on the life series from my datemate. Read it. This is a threat /silly

A list of things to cheer anyone up ^-^

Candy for any trick or treaters who don’t want to send an ask

Best video ever

Datemate poll

#ask game #into the datemate pile #my wife saga

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iviarellereads · 1 year

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Harrow the Ninth, Chapter 10

(Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For detail on The Locked Tomb coverage and the index, read this one!)

(Slashed Fifth House icon) In which Harrow finds that her insanity followed her to this alternate Canaan House reboot.

"Then Nonius spake full wroth; thunder'd his voice as the black sea roars on the tomb-gate of Algol, "Blazing his eyes with the fell light thrown from the Emperor's corpse-fires; answer he gave, and he told them--" "Stop," said Harrowhark, from behind.

She and Nigenad are in the library at Canaan House with Magnus and Abigail, the Fifth pair. Ortus was reciting from his poetry, to Magnus's delight. Harrow's embarrassed that he would recite it aloud to anyone, having heard so much of it herself because, she knows, Ortus hopes that one day she will be so moved that she will release him from his duty as cav prime and let him be a Ninth House bone skald.(1) They make mention of a dirty magazine, of sorts, that Magnus found in the gents' washroom, and Harrow wants to flee.

Before she can, Abigail intercedes and asks if Harrow is interested in study about the Lyctors. Harrow says she will not reveal if her House has any information about them, but Abigail says no, silly, the library is positively stuffed with information.(2) She even punctuates it with "phwoar"(3) which nearly pushes Harrow past her limits of tolerance for vulgarity. Only, she can recognize that an offer is being made, and decides to take it.

Abigail shows Harrow a particularly interesting passage she found on a page of flimsy: a recipe.

After that cut into cubes, fry in the butter or oil, turn it occasionally until it is crispy. Cut up the pickle so there are no big chunks and mix it into the pan before taking off the heat. M told us yesterday that Nigella "eats like a child," so I

Harrow thinks it's useless, but Abigail thinks she can call the writer's ghost with it, and uses "phwoar" again. She reckons it's by a Lyctor, and discusses at some length the process and problems with potentially calling a Lyctor back from the River, if they're even dead to be called. Ortus says he admires her dedication, and Magnus tells Ortus to stop flirting with his (Magnus's) wife, though he quickly clarifies that it was a joke, he knows it wasn't intended.

Abigail gives Harrow another piece of paper, asking Harrow to examine it with her skills. To the side, Magnus is asking Ortus about the epic poem, and how long it takes for Matthias Nonius to defeat the foe. Harrow answers with snark. Magnus looks at her, his eyes "of a colour suddenly hard to define", and he asks "Is this really how it happens?" Harrow is confused.

Abigail, by way of distraction from the strange question, asks if it's traditional for Harrow's spiritual energy to be so diverse. She can sense at least 150 signatures contributing to Harrow, that many souls manipulated to leave a mark on her… Harrow nearly kills her on the spot, but runs instead, knowing that Abigail is far more than she seems. Nigenad follows, and she commands him that they avoid the Fifth at all costs now. He agrees.

Harrow slips into an alcove and looks at the paper Abigail gave her, which reads (though, all in caps, which I'm not replicating here because I don't feel like yelling)

The eggs you gave me all died and you lied to me so I did the implantation myself you self-serving zombie and you still sent him after me and I would have had him if I hadn't been compromised and he took pity on me! He took pity on me! He saw me and he took pity on me And for that I'll make you both suffer until you no longer understand the meaning of that goddamned word(4)

Harrow asks Nigenad what the paper says, and he says it reads "If you come to my room, I will make you the potato dish you liked". He asks how they should interpret potato. Harrow suggests "your closest vegetable relative", and Nigenad says he's always admired a quick wit. He often only thinks of a perfect response to things hours later, laying in bed, and besides which he hates conflict of all kinds. Harrow says he should be ashamed to admit that last, and says she needs a cavalier with backbone. Nigenad says she always did, and he's glad he never became that cavalier. Hours later, laying in bed, Harrow wonders what the hell he meant by that.

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(1) Skald - a composer of Norse skaldic poetry. In this case, a composer of bone poetry for the bone house. (2) Another massive change from the original run of this story. (3) "phwoar" is a sound-expression used to indicate sexual attraction to someone. Or in this case, something. Abigail Pent has it bad for these books. I can relate. (4) There is so much to unpack here and nothing I can say without spoilers except to suggest that if you're reading for the first time, bookmark this to come back to later, you'll probably know when.

#the locked tomb #tlt #harrow the ninth #htn #harrow the ninth spoilers #htn spoilers #harrowhark nonagesimus #ortus nigenad #magnus quinn #abigail pent

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