#ff master attendant

[dappersheep]

Finally got off my ass and fully cleared catacombs. So I made myself a small celebratory doodle.

#food fantasy #ff spaghetti #ff pizza #ff master attendant

[scolki]

#food fantasy #ff boston lobster #ff master attendant #fanart #god I made so many aus with lobster over these years…. #crossover #bleach #alternate universe

[not-quite-there-myself]

If requests are still open... Could I please request a fluff fic w soufflé / MA ( the MA uses they / them please ) where MA gently comforts soufflé after a rough FA fight / a rough day? <3

Rough Day

Synopsis: After a hard day, you head back to the restaurant and continue your duties until nightfall. Utterly exhausted, you run into Soufflé who helps you get ready for bed. Notes: 600+ words; fluff; can be seen as platonic or romantic; gender neutral Master Attendant A/N: Ofc anon! Apologies for not getting to you sooner, I've unfortunately caught some kind of autumn sickness so I'm getting there. Thanks for requesting!

It was several hours after an exceptionally difficult battle with a Fallen Angel, and you and your Food Souls went back to the restaurant with several injuries. Not very major ones, but they were still enough to exhaust you on your way back home. If that were the only thing that had proven tough that day, you would've been fine. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

From morning till late in the evening, it had been a really rough day. There were several occasions where you just wanted to nap the whole day and do nothing at all. But you're a busy person, and so there was very little for you to do about it. Having Food Souls around was handy as they could lessen your work load, but you found yourself not calling for their aid as often. Maybe it was because you felt it was your own responsibility to deal with everything going on, maybe you simply felt guilty to make them do work they would probably rather not do.

After cleaning up the restaurant and closing for the day, it was safe to say that you were totally down for the count. And it was because of your exhausted state that you didn't notice someone right in front of you. You almost bumped into them, but a pair of hands stopped you from walking any further.

"M-M... Master Attendant?" A meek voice says. You focus in front of you and find Soufflé standing there.

"Ah, good evening, Soufflé," you greet with a tired smile. "How are you?"

Soufflé doesn't answer. You notice him frown. "Did you... h-have a bad day today?" You shake your head, doing your best to reassure him.

"No no, nothing bad. It's just... ah, maybe it was a little, um, a lot." You chuckle. The worry on his face doesn't leave. You sigh, giving him a better answer. An answer he was likely looking for.

"Alright, maybe it was a bit rough today..." You admit. You were so tired that you felt you might not be able to stand around anymore. Noticing this, Soufflé takes your arm hurriedly and brings you to your room.

Before you knew it, you were prepared a bath, then changed in cleaner clothes, and now—if possible—you were having your hair brushed and blow dried by Soufflé himself. You sigh. You felt much better after a good wash. Even though you were completely capable of handling yourself, Soufflé still assisted you in every little thing while getting you prepared for bed. Tucking you in, Soufflé brought up a chair to sit next to your bed.

"A-are you feeling, um, a bit better, M-Master Attendant...?" Soufflé asks, fixing your pillow to make you more comfortable.

You smile and nod. "Yes, Soufflé. Thanks for helping me get to bed. I really appreciate it."

Hearing your praise, Soufflé looks down, his face slightly warm as he holds one of his dolls. Lilia, you think her name was.

"I-I... It's, um, I-I'm just glad... you look better, Master Attendant. Um..." He hesitates, still somewhat avoiding your gaze. "I-Is it okay if, uh, if me and Lilia sit here? To... watch over you, a-and make sure you sleep well...!"

You can't help but grin at his shyness. He was always looking out for you, even when it was tough for him to even try to do things without a direct order. "How thoughtful," you comment, watching Soufflé's expression. "Go ahead, I don't mind at all."

There's a small smile on Soufflé's face when you agree. "O-okay... I'll sit here and make sure you get e-enough rest."

Relaxing into the sheets, you let out a content sigh and close your eyes. "I'm so lucky..." You mumble, "So lucky to have Soufflé here to help me..."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

As you lay in your bed fast asleep, Soufflé who had been sitting in a chair beside you had also fallen fast asleep. His doll, Lilia, was sitting in his lap while he slept, and Soufflé's hand sat in one of your own as the moon and stars came out to play.

#nqt writing #food fantasy #ff soufflé #ff master attendant #fluff

[salemandthefish]

Chester & Salome, two of my Food Fantasy characters. Chester (he/they, transmasc) is the new owner of his estranged dead half-sister’s restaurant, (name undetermined…something with sunlight/magic), and Salome (they/them, transfem) is his estranged dead half sister’s ex-girlfriend and also the last person to see her alive. Below is an incoherent word dump of the loose plot/story..

I don’t have anything but vibes going on for the story and them so far, but from what I gathered, the estranged dead half sister (whose name i still need to pick 😞) was involved in way more than what she was letting on (read: a cult or a coven..), and Chester trying to find a balance between running a restaurant, working with the Food Souls that have only heard bad things about him from their previous Master Attendant, and finding the truth about what happened with their half sister. I am taking a big creative stretch with the canon worldbuilding of Tierra in this case; in my version, the food soul’s contracts act on a clause that allows for a named person to become their new Master Attendant-however, this is a clause that can be broken by the food soul themself; in this case, only a few food souls remain and the rest break their contracts. This might make no sense at all and I will probably have to draw a chart at some point.

Salome time. Ex-girlfriend who knows way more than they are letting on-the food souls impression of them was that they were a bad influence on their former MA and the reason behind her death. They broke up a week before she died-suspicious! But they end up staying to help around; a promise they made to the former MA, and as a result, they end up with a good chunk of the Food Souls-most if not all who break their contracts upon learning who they are linked with. Salome’s goals more or less line up with Chester’s, but they know a little more about the disappearence+death.

—> so ! Team up time between chester and salome. They kind of suck at their jobs, considering prior to this chester was working on a ranch (hence the horns) and salome was doing odd jobs anywhere.

-> i know FOR SURE rice is staying. did not break contract. either wirh chester or salome…probably salome..

That’s all…for now!!!! Sorry it’s so messy 🫶

#partial nudity #salem art (salmon) #food fantasy #ff master attendant #ff ma #ff fanart #foodfantasy fanart #food fantasy fanart

[acosmicblizzard]

Decoration Mania (Christmas Café 2022 submission)

Fandom: Food Fantasy

Genre: Platonic Fluff

Pairing/Characters: Various food souls (Rice, Red wine, Macaron, Tom yum), Mentions of master attendant reader Prompt: Decorating Warnings: None Wanna see the other stuff i do? Check out my masterlist!

"Wait Macaron! Don't put on those lights on the tree yet! We still haven't wrapped the first string of lights around fully!", "Tom yum we aren't ready to put the ornaments on the tree yet!" All that could be heard within the closed restaurant was the voices of rice, tom yum, and macaron. Rice was trying to help the two kids set up the christmas decorations for the resturant a bit earlier so the others wouldn't have to spend time on it started taking a turn for the worse. As it turned out, macaron and tom yum were a little bit too excited to start decorating and despite them trying their best they were either always doing things out of order and causing messes or accidentally tripping over the christmas lights that hadn't been put on the tree. Rice was both worried about the two accidentally injuring themselves and the amount of noise they were making waking up the other food souls. Rice was glad her master attendant was yet to return and hadn't seen the chaos that was unfolding. "But rice! Even if we do this wrong we need to finish this before master attendant gets here! They've been so busy recently and we can take some stuff off their shoulders by taking care of the decorating!" Tom yum chimed in "Yeah rice! And plus this is one of master attendants favorite times of the year! Imagine their happy surprised face when they get back and see everything all set up!" Macaron also chimed in after tom yum finished speaking. Both seeming to not want to give up and make master attendant happy. Rice sighed and spoke softly, "Alright, but i want you two too watch me very closely and please try to be quieter. I don't want the other food souls to wake up." Not even a second later they heard the door to the restaurant lobby open up from the side of the room that led to the bedrooms. "A little bit late for that, what are you three even doing up at this preposterous hour?!" The door opened up to reveal red wine standing there, obviously tired and irritated that he was woken up. Rice had a feeling this would happen, "O-Oh! I'm so sorry red wine! It's just that macaron and tom yum didn't wanna sleep and wanted to start decorating the restaurant early in the morning so master attendant could relax a little because they've been very busy recently... I'm so sorry we didn't mean to wake you up." Red wine sighed, "It's fine it's fine, but you couldn't have chosen a more reasonable hour? It's almost 1 in the morning. Master attendant will be back any minute now and would be extremely confused on what you're doing and would most likely send all of you to bed." Tom yums eyes lit up, "That means we have to hurry! We should at least get the tree set up if master attendant will be back soon!" Tom yum quickly ran back over to the tree and tried to detangled all the lights and macaron quickly followed him as well trying to help. Red wine sighed in annoyance, "Did you not listen to a thing i said-? Whatever, i'll graciously help you guys set up the tree but as soon as it's set up we're all going back to our rooms. "Yay!" Both macaron and tom yum said as red wine walked over to help and rice slightly giggled. Let's hope they can at least finish this tree before master attendant gets back.

#christmas cafe 2022 #food fantasy #food fantasy fandom #ff & reader #food fantasy & reader #food fantasy oneshot #food fantasy oneshots #food fantasy rice #ff rice #food fantasy master attendant #ff macaron #food fantasy macaron #ff tom yum #food fantasy tom yum #ff master attendant #ff red wine #food fantasy red wine

[little-ones-agere]

L! Gender Neutral Reader (Master Attendent)

CG! Miso Soup

No warnings (I think)

It wasn't a secret, you are very easily frustrated. Too many failed summons, dine and dashers, and ascensions had left you in a very pissy mood. While helping clean up the restaurant after the dinner rush, you dropped a stack of plates. Not many of them ended up breaking but it was the last straw for your frustrated, tired mind. You felt tears prick the corners of your eyes, plunging into the deep end of your overwhelming emotions.

Pudding, drawn over by the noise made some attempts to console you, insisting you take the rest of the night off. He wasn't great with emotions but you could tell he was trying his best, you give him a shaky nod and a mumbled apology that was followed by a thanks.

You make your way up to your room up in the loft above the restaurant, struggling a bit to climb up the stairs. You were dimly aware of the tears pouring down your face, sniffling pathetically. Now you were upset at yourself for not having a better handle on your emotions.

You were so tired out and had slipped fully into littlespace at this point. You wanted nothing more than to curl up with your stuffies and just sleep. You fussed with the buttons on the front of your uncomfortable uniform, struggling to undo them. Doing this only served to make you more frustrated when you couldnt get them. You slump over next to your bed, exhausted.

There was a knock on your door, you weren't sure how long you've been on the floor at this point. You let out a grumpy whine.

"Master Attendent, may I come in?" Your beloved food soul Miso Soup calls out to you from behind the door to your bedroom. He must've come to check on you.

"Helps p'eeease misooo." You're making grabby hands at the door even though he can't see you.

He opens the door and takes in the sight of you scrunched up beside your bed, tear tracks evident on your face. You had gotten some of the buttons but were struggling with them a lot. He didn't understand fully what was going on but he still wanted to help you, as you were his beloved Master Attendent.

"Oh dear, Master Attendent," he cautiously approaches you, not wanting to overstep his welcome. His hand gently wipes the new tears that were starting up. "Its okay, you're okay now, I've got you."

"T'anks Miso," You give him a shaky smile.

"What's got you so worked up, Master Attendent?" His hand is gently cradling your cheek.

"I messed up everyfin I tried to do today, n I dropped bunches of plates when's I was cleanin and now I can't get my dumb buttons undone because I slipped," You pat your hands on your legs to try and dispel some of your much too big feelings.

The term slipped rang a very feint bell in Miso's mind, so he decided it might be a good idea to ask you for more information. It had been a very long time since the Food Soul had heard anything relating to what the humans refer to as age regression. It didn't make much sense to him, but then again he didn't experience aging the same way people do. He decided that he wanted to help you, even if he didnt understand fully.

"Hey, Master Attendent?" You hum in acknowledgement. "Are you a little?"

You nod a yes to the sudden question. Quickly feeling embarrassed and upset that you weren't even able to keep one of your biggst secrets.

"Awe, Master Attendent I had no idea you could get cuter!" He smiles softly at you, "Do you know how old you feel, little one?"

You think for a moment, before holding up 3 fingers. You're blushing, Miso complements you all the time but this is the first time you've believed him. He complements everyone he meets after all, you figured he was just like that.

"You're so little, Y/N" He ruffles your hair, grinning like the sun. You smile back, relieved that he accepted this side of you. "Do you need help with your buttons, little one?"

"Mmhmm! Is really difficult."

He gently undoes the buttons, helping you pull it off. You felt better now that you were wearing just an undershirt and pants.

"Okay sunshine, are you comfortable with me helping give you a bath? I don't mean to be rude but you look a bit disheveled." You fiddle with the hem of your shirt, thinking. You wanna be clean because you feel all sweaty and gross. You trust Miso unconditionaly, so you think that would be very nice.

"Okie, can I hav bubbles?" You had bubble bath under your sink that smelled like watermelon candy.

"Of course darling! You just have to tell me where it is," he laughs, "Alright, Master Attendent! Let's get you in the tub, then we can get all cozy in bed for a nap."

Miso draws the bath and adds in the bubble bath you told him the location of. He helps you undress, averting his eyes when needed, and helps you into the warm water. You sink into it and relax your tensed muscles. You giggle a bit swirling your hands in the water making the bubbles spin about.

Miso, who had stepped aside for a moment while you were occupied playing, got changed into something that had less draping fabric than his usual attire. While he was happy to help, that didn't mean he had to get his robes wet. When he returned he was clad in a large tee-shirt of yours and fuzzy pjama pants patterned with duckies. He smiles fondly at you, delighted to see you so relaxed.

"Alright kiddo! Let's get your hair all washed and brushed."

The two of you get through the bathtime process, he helps you get dried off and you get wrapped in a big fluffy bath towel. He holds your hand and together you walk into your bedroom.

"Okay little one, lets get you in some jammies!" He smiles and boops your nose.

"Deys in the box under my bed, t'anks you Miso!"

"Its no problem sunshine, you do so much all the time it's only fair that I can return the favor." He reaches under your bed pulling out the box, and sets it up next to you. You open it, pulling out a a zip up footie onsie, it was black with pink sheep on it.

Miso helps you get all dressed for bed and before you know it you're all tucked in with your favorite stuffie with you cuddled up to his chest. You could hear his heartbeat reassuringly in your ear. You were quickly lulled into sleep by him counting prayer beads.

"One prayer bead, two prayer beads...."

#food fantasy #ff miso soup #ff master attendent #ff agere #agere #sfw littlespace

[cafeinthemoon]

Unexpected Changes - Part I

Chapter 1/2

Wordcount 3,4k

Title Part I

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Pairing Hades X reader

Symbols ✔ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: none, just comedy and family fluff!

Tagging: ? (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment here or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: So as I don't post the 11th chapter of my other story with Hades, Ruins, enjoy this little drama/comedy starring reader as an established goddess, queen and wife and her ever loving husband Hades <3 This was a quick idea I had a few days ago and decided to write down as a way to rest, because the last weeks have been tough, ugh.

I'm sorry for not choosing a better title, but I hope it doesn't kill interest in this little ff XD

It’s been at least forty minutes and you were trying to ignore the growing sensation of burn in your eyes, focusing your gaze on the frail figure of Zeus sitting on his chair many floors below you. From there, you were still able to hear his voice, but each minute that passed this task became harder: your brother-in-law’s voice was now showing the first signs of tiredness, and you were fighting the urge to zone out.

You were sleepy. It’s not that you haven’t had a good night of rest before attending to your first divine council since you were received as a deity, but the necessary preparations and the anxiety that would obviously come with them were taking their toll, and now you realized how much mental work you’ve been doing since the day you’ve got the invitation by Hermes’ hands.

Until that moment, you thought you were succeeding in disguising your discomfort, and perhaps you managed to hide it from the ones sitting around you, but there were certain eyes you knew could never deceive – the ones of the King of the Underworld and your husband, Hades.

The silence around you was tangible and the attentions of everyone were for Zeus, but you could feel Hades’ look on you. With a shy glance to your left, where he was sitting, you confirmed the direction of his thoughts.

You gave him a brief smile and was going to turn your attention back to the speaker, but leaned to you and whispered something in your ear, which you couldn’t ignore.

– Is there something wrong, dear y/n?

You took one moment to understand what he was saying, and then another one to formulate a reply.

– No, I’m just a bit tired – and, forcing yourself to widen your smile, – But thank you for asking, Hades-sama.

His response was to approach his hand and caress your face for a second, then brush your hair behind your ear. You still referred to him as your master when you were in public, even when the necessity for this already disappeared: you were now a member of the divine race, and the majority of the gods there paid their respects right in your wedding’s day, recognizing you as one of them and the Queen of the Underworld; but old habits die hard, and in your heart, you were still the young maiden who married a god older than your world. Hades never tried to correct you in this sense, maybe waiting for you to get used to your position after some time, but today he seemed to find grace in this, always reacting with contentment whenever you used that treatment.

There was silence for the next few minutes, since your husband accepted your answer, but it wouldn’t take long until a sudden, loud yawn escape your mouth and catch the attention of the people closer to you, for your embarrassment.

While you tried to cover your mouth, a chuckle was heard beside you. You looked at Hades to inquire him, but he was faster: standing up from his seat, he offered his hand.

– Come with me.

– To where? – you asked as you put your hand over his.

– To a calmer place.

You stood up from your spot, avoiding the curious looks of your pairs, and soon the council was left behind.

***

It was Poseidon who found you.

He was walking down that lonely corridor, taking time to observe the landscape through the clouds, a part of his brother’s domain that he hasn’t seen since the last council: the greenish territory filled with exotic trees and what looked like colorful dots from that height, but would be easily identified as flowers at a smaller distance. You yourself appreciated this view from that same porch before Hades took you to a less visible spot at the end of the corridor, but still under people’s reach.

At that moment, the King of the Seas was the only observer.

When he approached the couch where his brother was, the scene he found was absurd, to say the least: Hades had you sleeping on his lap, wrapped in his coat, with his arms around you while you rested your head on his shoulder. You were snoring softly and didn’t even sense your brother-in-law’s arrival.

Anyone who’d see you like this would only shrug and move on; the King of the Underworld had the right to spoil his wife as he pleased, after all, especially when that was her first time attending a council, and every god knew how tiring this could be. Unfortunately, the person who found you was Poseidon, who had a more critical view on such small eccentricities: what he saw there was nothing but his indulgent brother holding a big child.

The first words said between them were his, and they were exactly like expected:

– What’s the meaning of this?

Hades' response was to raise his eyes to him and show a discreet smile.

– The trip from Hellheim to Heaven is long and tiring, brother. Even you admit that. This is her first time doing it for something that’s not a visit or a party – and, with some diversion in his tone, – Show some consideration.

Poseidon twisted his lips.

– It’s been at least two hundred years since y/n became one of us, elder brother. She must be strong enough to stand the travel by now. Isn't it why you waited so long to bring her to a council?

– Yes, that’s the main reason. Still, don’t you think it’d be cruel to not give her the necessary support? – your husband sighed, caressing your hair as he spoke – You know, I still remember when you attended this type of meeting for the first time. It was very stressful, and you told me that many times in the days after.

The other man crossed his arms, giving no verbal response to this. Hades didn’t show the slightest sign of irritation: knowing his little brother as he did, he knew he still had a long way learning the difference between taking care of a beloved one and spoiling them. Besides, he never approved this habit of his elder brother to recall his past experiences to try and evoke compassion from him: it was so unworthy of a god that he couldn’t take it seriously, so he would prefer not to say anything.

– But what can I do about it? – Hades laughed at his brother’s annoyed expression – Just wait a bit until you decide to find a significant other, Poseidon. It's for your own good, and theirs.

Poseidon would have rolled his eyes if that was a common gesture of his, but he just limited himself to give the other a blunt reply.

– I didn’t travel here just for you to lecture me, Hades. Besides... – he stared at you in a strange manner – This is not the first time I see her in such deep sleep. Are you sure everything is okay with her?

Hades raised an eyebrow at the sudden change of subject.

– What do you mean?

Poseidon turned to the clouds, leaning one hand on the parapet while the other was hidden behind his back.

– It's been a few days since you two came to visit me at the seas, but even then, it didn’t go unnoticed by me that y/n has been feeling often tired even when she didn’t do hard work. As far as I remember, it hasn’t always been like this – he glanced at your sleeping figure and lowered his tone, as to enter a subject about which he wasn’t sure to have the right to discuss – Not only this, but she has shown such appetite that differs from what we’ve seen from her since her transformation. Don’t you think it’s strange? It’s like she’s unconsciously trying to restock her body’s energy… from something that might be stealing it.

The smile hanging on Hades’ lips since the beginning of the conversation disappeared when he heard that. There was something... wrong with you? Well, he had to be honest and admit that you’ve been showing some strange symptoms beside the uncommon sleep and hunger lately: you’ve been more sensitive to physical contact, to some textures, smells and tastes, and have been avoiding long walks and other forms of physical effort.

However, your aspect was far from bad. Instead, you’ve became more beautiful these last days: your eyes gained more vivacity; your skin had its tone renewed, especially on your face, where it was now showing a sort of glow; your hair was thicker, though you haven’t tried any new treatment lately; also, the curves of your body were accentuated, something visible even when you wore floating dresses.

Surely, that didn’t look like the case of someone whose vital energy has been sucked. Did Poseidon understand what he was suggesting?

– Something that’s stealing her energy? – Hades glanced at you, then back at his brother – Are you suggesting that she might have been... cursed?

It wasn’t surprising that this was his first thought: gods didn’t get sick as the humans did, so the most effective way to cause dysfunction in their divine bodies without getting into a physical fight or making them use all their power was cursing them.

– It’s hard to believe that someone would have the audacity to do this to the Queen of Hellheim – Poseidon stated in a calm tone – But we cannot discard the possibility so soon. You know that not all gods have good relations with Greece. And, I have to say that, not everyone here has a positive view on Psyche’s ritual. You know what it means, brother.

Yes, Hades knew it. A human turning into a god is never a simple case. Psyche herself and Heracles were the most famous in this category, and the challenges and adversities in their way were well known by each god of each pantheon. When he proposed the wedding and the ritual, Hades was aware that a similar fate would be waiting for you, and he warned you about it. For love, you said yes to him despite that, but your willingness wasn’t enough to calm down his worries, so he took measures to protect you in every way he could. As time passed, the possibility of some evil force touching you became more and more improbable, but it never left his mind completely.

So, when Poseidon brought it back, he was ready to act.

He woke you up whispering your name. Once you were back, you straightened up and rubbed your eyes...

And startled when you saw you were not alone.

– P-Poseidon-sama! I’m... – you tried to fix your hair, avoiding his glare as you spoke – I’m so sorry for this scene...

– Don’t worry about this, y/n – was his composed reply – I'll be leaving soon. I think my brother has some matters to discuss with you now.

You turned to Hades and the slight sign of preoccupation you saw in his eyes made you shiver: with Hades being the most confident person you’ve ever known, it was rare to see it in him, and unsettling precisely because of it.

– My brother and I were talking and he said something that made me think of you – Hades explained before you said anything – That’s all.

When you seemed to calm down, Poseidon excused himself, stating that his presence in the council would be soon required. It only took one moment and you no longer heard his steps on the corridor, as his silhouette disappeared in the nearest corner.

Once you were sure you were alone, you turned to your husband and touched his face, making him look at you.

– Hades, my dear – you whispered – I can see you’re worried. What were you talking about? What did he say that put you in this state?

Hades took your hand in his and kissed its palm.

– He just pointed out some things I myself noticed these days concerning you, little one, but refused to acknowledge.

– Concerning me? How so?

He put your hand upon his shoulder.

– You’ve been acting… weird these days, y/n. You’ve been experiencing changes in your sleeping and eating habits, as well as frequent episodes of tiredness. When we visited Poseidon in his palace, he noticed this too, but only brought it to my attention now. But this is not everything.

– What do you mean?

– My brother suggested that these strange symptoms are being caused by some force or influence over your body, which is stealing your energy and forcing you to compensate the loss with more resting and food.

You frowned, trying to process what you heard.

– Something is stealing my energy? Are you telling me that Poseidon-sama thinks that I’m sick?

– My dear, have you forgotten that gods don’t get sick? What he suggested – he caressed your hair with visible preoccupation – Is that you might have been cursed.

You gasped.

– Cursed?! But… how? Why? And... by who?

Hades took a moment deliberating before giving you a verbal answer.

– This is what we need to discover. But we won’t do it if we stay here.

– So, where do you think we should go?

The answer was categorical… and not entirely pleasing to you.

– Back to Hellheim – Hades helped you to stand and started leading you back inside the building – I’ll talk to Zeus and ask him to excuse ourselves from this council. I'm sure he will understand. Then, once we reach home, I’ll contact Beelzebub. There’s no person who knows more about curses than him. He will know what to do.

You swallowed. If your husband considered necessary to reach out to Beelzebub-sama, he surely believed the case was serious, more than he’d like to tell you. However, you weren’t feeling that bad: the strange signs were as vivid to you as they were to Hades, but you haven’t sensed in them any threat against your life. Besides... you were still unable to feel entirely comfortable in the presence of the Lord of the Flies, mostly because the human perception of him was still alive in you, so you still avoided him as much as you could.

And you tried to do it that time as well.

– Do you really think it’s necessary, my dear? – you stopped and held his arm, making him turn to you – I don’t think my situation is that serious... And I don’t like the idea of disturbing Beelzebub-sama. He must be too busy with his works.

Hades’ response was to stare at you for a while and show you a teasing smile.

– After all this time, you’re still afraid of him, aren’t you?

You gasped.

– What?! I-I'm not...!

Though your moods were inflamed, your indignation was just too cute for your husband, whose laughter made you give up on the argument.

– There’s no need to worry, little one – he pulled you into a warm hug and kissed the top of your head – I’ll be there with you during the whole visit. Besides, Beelzebub is an excellent, reliable professional. I’ve told you about the times he helped my family, right? This case must be no challenge for him.

***

You were anxious.

On the first break of the council, Hades hurried to Zeus’ private room to announce your leaving. You were present at that moment and heard all the conversation, of course, and even wanted to make your opinions known, but weren't willing to interrupt: Hades already decided to leave Heaven, and making him change his mind would be too complicated by now; besides, you didn’t want to cause more disturbance to Zeus-sama, who was already busy with the matters of the council.

The thing is that there were some details about your case you didn’t tell your husband, for you yourself weren’t sure of how to deal with them and didn’t want to make him worried before understanding what was going on: besides the symptoms noticed by Poseidon, you’ve been feeling dizzy at random moments of the day, something that you would solve with a few minutes sitting on a comfortable chair, and during mornings, your stomach would feel weird, forcing you to leave the bed to throw. You didn’t know the reason behind these episodes of nausea, since you haven’t made any changes in your diet, so you just ignored them, thinking they were a consequence from the anxiety about the council and hoping they would soon pass.

But they didn’t.

Right in the morning of the trip, it happened again, but you were lucky that Hades used to leave the bed hours before you, so he didn’t see anything, just like in the previous days. You knew you couldn’t hide this forever, so you started to think of how to talk to him about it. However, before you could do it, Poseidon came to speak with his brother; and, trusting him as he did, Hades soon decided that taking you to see a doctor was the best.

And, now that Zeus accepted his request to leave and was saying his farewell, there was nothing you could do. You would just go back to your lodge and pack your things as your husband went to prepare the carriage that would take you back to the Underworld.

***

Hades closed the door of that strange room behind you after you entered, then led you to the middle of it.

The place was filled with tables covered with bottles of all possible shapes, containing bubbling fluids, bowls with colored powders, tools and paper notes, everything touched with a soft, white light descending from the ceiling. It was a quiet room with just occasional noises that barely disturbed your ears, yet with so many things happening at the same time that you were afraid you were going to have an episode of dizziness if you stood there for too long. As if it wasn’t enough, the smells of mixed chemical composts invaded your nostrils, threatening your stomach with a nausea crisis.

In the middle of this, sitting calmly on a chair and reading the last lines of a note in his hands, was the man about whom your husband spoke as being the greatest specialist in curses he knew: Beelzebub, the solitary god who has traveled between all the known worlds seeking for a cure for his own curse.

Because of his decision of not establishing close relations to his pairs, you’ve only seen him in a few occasions since you became a goddess, and he would never stay for too long in your presence; besides, Hades was the one who used to lead the conversations during those occasions, so that you never had an opportunity to talk directly to him for a more than a few minutes. This always caused a sort of discomfort in you whenever you had to deal with him, as if you never knew if you were bothering him, even less how he felt towards you.

That time wasn’t different, and the fact that you were the main subject of the encounter only made you more nervous.

When Beelzebub finally left the paper over the table and raised his eyes to you, you swallowed. Not only those dark, lightless pupils scared you as much as Poseidon’s aura used to do in your first years in the Greek family, but the contrast between them and that young face of his still unsettled you. Letting him notice your discomfort was your worst fear concerning the Lord of the Flies, so you avoided his gaze and waited for Hades to lead the matters for you.

– So, what’s bothering you, Hades-san? – he turned his chair to you; and, with a soft smile, – It’s been a long time since you asked for my help.

– And I’d be forever grateful if you could help me once again – Hades put a soft hand over your head – My y/n has been experiencing strange symptoms that could be considered the consequences of sickness if she was still human. I talked to Poseidon about it and he suggested that this might be a case of… curse.

Beelzebub spent a few seconds looking at Hades before turning his gaze to you; you shivered, crossing your arms over your chest as he examined you from head to toe. He looked back to your husband...

And asked the last thing he was expecting.

– What do you mean, she’s cursed?

#shuumatsu no valkyrie hades x reader #record of ragnarok hades x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie hades #record of ragnarok hades #snv hades #ror hades #snv poseidon #ror poseidon

[eoinmcgonigal]

if you want some idea of the irl shit rn

my appeal to the funding decision was rejected (the scottish student funding shitfuckers fucked up my disabled student allowance, which forced me to drop down to part time, and now they've withdrawn all the course funding because they won't fund anything part time in england, at all, ever, no matter if it's on them that i'm in this situation or the course isn't avaialbe in scotland - and to say nothing of the fact that a lot of disabled people cannot attend scottish universities due to accessibility issues)

i've been left to somehow pay a ~£4,500 fee. I will not be able to finish my masters because there's no way I'll be able to find £4,500 for next year as well

if i drop out now then i'll also be liable for the DSA stuff which they finally have started sorting out (i applied in august, support should have been in place in september/october)

july/august: applied for funding for full time august: finally got DSA application sorted (had to rely on uni, who kinda messed up a bit but did send it/sort it) end of november, still no DSA support in place because SAAS fucked up: had to drop down to part time just to stay on the course december: SAAS told me they were withdrawing the loan (but said nothing about the tuition fee) end of december: DSA 'approved' but nothing happened (turns out they fucked up again and had some sort of block on my account, so I couldn't receive anything) january: overdue payment with uni so talking to them, the guy looks at his spreadsheet and tells me the tuition cost has been revoked by SAAS so it's actually a miracle i found out at all, i put in an appeal to SAAS late january: finally got the money for the DSA items, but i won't get the stuff for who knows how long late january: the reply to my appeal is basically 'we fucked up but we're hiding that in huge paragraphs of narative shit, and also fuck you we don't fund these things for any reason ever'

I started a full time masters with no fucking stupport in place. The whole time I've been spending every last shred of energy I have trying to chase all that shit up and stay afloat. It has not worked.

I got a fuckin fist class honours degree for my undergrad. I CAN DO THIS. This is the ONLY thing I can do ffs. I'm physically trapped in a shitty house with shitty people who neglect me and abuse me and I have nothing else I can do, or to work towards, or look forward to, or fucking live for tbh. My mind doesn't function 'normally'. I can't even look after myself, but I can do academic stuff and I can write.

But no. Scotland does not believe in supporting and funding students to do well academically.

I've escalated the appeal. I know it will be rejected again, and then I face the ordeal of taking it to the ombundsman. In the meantime, what I owe the university grows, and my will to live just... disappears.

I've rarely been so unhappy, I just want to do well at studying but instead I'm having to fight for every fuckign breath with these cunts. It's inhumane, actually. It's evil. I should not be penalised for their fucking mess. No disabled or disadvantaged person should ever have to endure this, or be excluded from further education because of circumstances outwith their control (i.e. if someone can only manage part time because of a disability, they should have the right to education just the same as a fully abled person, and you bet your ass a lot of people who are also disadvantaged will be minorities who can only afford part time)

The SAAS discriminate. There are no two ways about it.

#get a masters! they said #you'll be good at it! they said #i'm sure i'd be great if the funding cunts didn't shoot me in the neck and leave me to bleed

[raylovez]

FoodFantober Day 2: Master Attendant

I drew one of the default FF avatars cuz I thought she was cute and it fit the prompt. My other option was the fish BTW

@foodfantober2023

#FoodFantober2023 #FoodFantober #Food Fantasy #Inktober #Inktober2023 #Raylart

[thepalmofyourfreezinghand]

People are focusing so much on the "and he owns my masters" part but the main thing she is denouncing is his racism, she said she is tired of the micro aggressions and i really felt that, for her to vent like that publicly she reached a breaking point

YES, thank you! The excuse that “He only owns 4% of the label” is really stupid because:

1. He’s the biggest artist on the label and he was its creative director, so he probably has more control than “4%”

2. Even if he can’t do anything about Rina’s masters, the point is that he made racist comments.

And, as you said, I’m sure this was the breaking point. She called him out on the Glastonbury stage, ffs! While he was in attendance! It’s obvious that this is something that’s bothered her for a long time, and whatever he did to fix it (IF he did anything) wasn’t enough. Let’s not forget that people have been calling him out for SIX months and he hasn’t said shit beside “if you’re offended it’s your fault”.

#rina sawayama #matty healy

[koscheicore]

*appears*

(imagine that one random time-lord in The Autons, floating mid-air)

Greetings once again,

Some more questions for you, because THOSCHEI, THOSCHEI, THOSCH-…..

Prepare yourself for a barrage of questions! (No pressure ofc)

Commencing in three, two, one..

*explosion*

1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 9, 11, 12, 17

21 - Headcanons for your favourite ainley pairing

24 – gimme more info about the thoschei fan incarnations that occasionally pop up on your feeds. It is vital information!!!

*looks around at the impact caused by the questions*

Whoops

Have a good day/week! :)

*disappears*

SO IT WAS YOU ALL ALONG, THAT TIMELORD... That makes sense! Thank you so much for all the quest- (loud explosion) AAAAH!

(sooo prepare for a very long post 🤣)

1. How did you get into thoschei?

(gets out from under the table) Uhhh has the noise stopped? Yea. Okay. So it all started when I heard a rhythm of four beats?? And then I think my brain got infected. All I could think about is some sad pathetic aliens hugging each other and I guess one was dead and??? then he wasn't? Yeah so I saw tensimm and I got obsessed. That was, if my calculations are correct, about 8 years ago.

2. What is your favourite thoschei flavour?

At the moment it's fiveainley! Or sevencrispy...

3. What is, in your opinion, the most toxic thoschei dynamic?

Why did I even make this question. All of them there's no salvaging the toxicity. Uhh imma go with tensimm or spydoc though

5. Any fan content recommendations?

Honestly THBU it's just. Sublime. Okay so I might have been about to cry just one chapter in? Yeah??

Also Please Attend Carefully if you want podcasts abt the Master because who doesn't.

Now, that's all sfw but on the spicy smut side, here's a fiveainley fic that plays with hypnosis. I found it interesting how the author wrote it in first person, and their Ainley voice is just fantastic. Make sure to read the tags first though!

Do also check the ppl I reblog from's profiles some of them have AO3 accts I plan on munching on when I can!

8. Favourite thoschei story?

Honestly the Master audio atm. Or the Five Doctors cuz it's really funny to see Ainley TRY... just really try... Btw 1st Doctor x Ainley!Master when

Ngl I have to rewatch all the nuwho episodes w the master on it so my thoughts might change. These two stories are consuming my brain rn

9. Favourite thing they have said canonically to each other?

"Wonder what I'd be without you"

"Yeah."

And this

11. Song that reminds me of them?

I want to make an animatic with this so badly

12. Any thoschei headcanons?

My most heartfelt headcanon for them is this if it even counts as one 🤔

17. What's an underrated thoschei pairing?

SIXAINLEY FFS SIXAINLEY IS SO UNDERRATED. More of them pls...

21. Headcanons for your favourite Ainley pairing

No I'm not picking just one >:0

Fiveainley:

-In my head the Master contacted Fivey after the whole cheetah stuff in hopes he could help him. Not talking abt how good or bad that went but Fivey can't remember anyways.

-The Master loves the smell of Fivey's sweaters. Anytime he's entered his TARDIS he's stolen a few. Fivey still doesn't know where they went.

-Oh it's definitely Ainley!Master's fault the Doctor's regenerations became weirder. Yeah after what he did to Fivey he just messed them up. Like Fivey's legs. Hey, if the Master is having trouble being in a Trakenite body it's only fair, right?

Sixainley:

-The most likely pair to do spicy stuff actually. They're both into BDSM although probably not in a sexual context exactly. No I won't elaborate

-The cat pin? Yeah that's something the cheetah Master left in the TARDIS during that Fivey visit. Six just doesn't know. The Master finds it amusing.

-The Rani has tried to block all contact with the Master because he keeps calling her to talk about his latest plan to kill the Doctor. She's so tired.

Oneainley:

-The Master actually visited 1 on a few occasions during the Doctor's past after the events of the Five Doctors, wearing disguises of course so he wouldn't recognise him later.

-He invited him to lunch and they conversed. The Master finds this Doctor kind of endearing in a way, he's the closest he has to things being alright between them anyways. Just some quiet conversations, no mention of the Master or Gallifrey. No murder intent, they just were. Two "strangers" sharing lunch having candid intellectual conversations.

-Eventually, he stopped. Why? I leave that to your imagination.

24. Talk abt your fan Doctor and Master incarnations

OKOK IM GLAD YOU ASKED... So I met this classmate who's a dw fan and as we became friends he told me he had his own fan Doctor incarnation. Eventually we started LARPing for fun and I made my own Master, then we started making up tons of stories and that's how they came to be!

ONE DAY HOWEVER... He said. What if the Master and the Doctor were bigenerated?? Yeah from the same entity but the Time Lords erased their memories. And Dhawan!Master knew this but that one bit he never told, the Doctor never uncovered it, and this is part of why Dhawan wanted to become the Doctor. And boy this broke my heart because thE IMPLICATIONS. That'd mean the Master is ALSO the Timeless Child. So now that's canon for my Master and surprise, it's been selfcest all this time except not exactly because they are not the same anymore and they can never be.

So based off that, my Master loves to make a point on how different they are whilst his Doctor searches for similarities instead when he learns this. My Master is convinced that they're destined to be the worst parts of the Doctor forever, whilst the Doctor got "the better part". So why would they make it easy for him? Gallifrey is gone anyways so let's prove they can never be the same. Let's prove they're DONE. And they're immortal too I guess so why conform with having nothing no. They're owed the Universe and they're not sharing. Meanwhile the Doctor is wondering what would be of the Master if they had lived anything similar than what they did, if they're actually the same, if there's any kindness left on them, if they could have become the Master... He's stuck on his past in a way, too, missing companions and simpler times and stuff. And I intend to destroy his hopes of truly enjoying his current self you know?

...so yeah uh we also have companions we're making and we're slowly developing all of this + some random "episodes" (plots. that is) and one of them is Dak. Dak is well, kind of a Dalek kind of not. I have no idea how this happened he hasn't told me yet but apparently Dak has the genes of one of his companions? His mind when he was a child. So he's like a curious kid travelling with the Doctor except he's got Dalek Issues (tm) and I have such awful plans for him I'm so sorry little Dak ily but Daleks can never be good you know ☺️☺️ And I also have my subconscious eating beings that hate the Master for reasons but shhh. My friend doesn't know yet.

Anyways here's my Master treating the Doctor with love as usual

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Hey... hey. Wait. Don't go! *looks around* Uh... who will help me pay for all the repairs??? 😭

ALSO thank you so much for that twogado recommendation I will proceed to scream

#thoschei #lux rambles #etcetc #this was very fun aha #answers

[dappersheep]

The truly rare times I'm in the mood for a little tee-hee in Arena and Spaghetti will suffer for that tee-hee.

#food fantasy #ff spaghetti #ff master attendant

[scolki]

Old sketches

The first meeting with Master Attendant was bound to go terribly

#food fantasy #ff boston lobster #ff master attendant #fanart #I hate to think about the angst at the start but things will improve!! #lobster is just a feral man and has his reasons for it #and MA’s on a mission to become a friend he could be comfortable around

[not-quite-there-myself]

Hello! I think that my req wasn’t sent because of Tumblr’s technical reasons so… Please ignore it if you’ve received the previous one.

Firstly, I want to say that I’ve read all of the fan-fictions that were published here since the first day of this blog being even created. I monitor the food fantasy tag every single day because I’m really starving for any content dedicated to this game like a wild hungry animal so when I saw this blog I was so happy! I felt such a pure sense of joy that I almost cried out loud lmao. Thank you for your hard work! Love this blog.

And secondly. If it’s okay, can I request like any work with Whisky x reader? I’d want it to be fluffy, romantic and sweet but that’s literally Whisky so it’s pretty hard to write something normal with him… That’s why I don’t want to put limits on you. Just do as you wish about everything. I just want to read anything about this crazy man.

I hope that I’m not bothering and causing any discomfort. Sorry for being so talkative and annoying! Have a good day.

Sweater Weather

Synopsis: Autumn was just around the corner when you and Whiskey decided to take a walk. It was mostly his idea; after seeing you busying yourself with restaurant preparations, he thought that you deserved a small break from your duties and spend some time with him... But is that really all he's after? Notes: 800+ words; romantic(ish?) fluff; ambiguous ending; gender neutral Master Attendant A/N: No need to worry anon, you are not causing me any discomfort or annoyance. If anything, I’m so happy I’m not the only one looking through the Food Fantasy tag! I had no idea how to do this request but I tried my best to make it as "romantic" as I could without breaking too much character. Thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy.

The leaves of most trees began to change colour and fall, cluttering the cobblestone streets with signs that winter was next to appear. The days throughout the week were cloudy, but today that was not the case.

"It's a perfect day to take a walk, wouldn't you say?"

Whiskey had invited himself into your quarters that morning, pulling you away from your work. You raised a brow at him, questioning what exactly he wanted from you to prompt him to ask such a thing out of the blue. He feigned a look that suggested he was hurt by your words, even putting a hand over his chest to express something akin to heartache.

"My Attendant, you wound me. Can't someone simply ask you to step away from your work and get some fresh air? I hear today is a wonderful time for that."

You look out a window to see for yourself. He was right about that, and you felt all the more suspicious about him. But then, what harm would it do to step away from your desk for a while? Nothing specific struck you as odd.

Eventually, you just sighed and gave in. "Alright, alright. I guess I wouldn't mind stretching my legs anyway."

To your surprise, Whiskey had already prepared your jacket and shoes, as well as a scarf you found unfamiliar. "Whiskey," you say, taking it and looking at him. "This isn't mine."

He smiles. "Of course it isn't. But you can have it, if you'd like." When you ask him what he meant by that, he ignores your query and gingerly takes the scarf from your hands. He then proceeds to wrap it around your neck.

"Ah- Whiskey, I can do it myself..." You mumble.

"Of course you can," he replies.

You huff as you begrudgingly let Whiskey assist you in getting ready to go out. It was as if you were a toddler. But the way he treated you so far was unusually soft...

You pushed back your train of thought as soon as Whiskey put his hand on the door's knob and escorted you out first. "After you," he motions with a slight bow. You nod and exit the restaurant, Whiskey closing the door when the two of you are outside.

After a while of walking, you found yourself less tense... Well actually, you only really knew that because Whiskey pointed it out to you. He would mention several things about you as the two of you ventured out into the chilly autumn day. Fallen leaves crunching under your feet and the occasional attempts at conversation were the only things you really heard.

Eventually, Whiskey's words got increasingly flattering, and you halted in the middle of the side walk just to ask, "Whiskey, what is up with you today? What you're saying... you don't really mean that, so what are you trying to do?"

He stops as well, turning to you and pushing up his glasses. "My Attendant, do you really think I'm up to no good?" His expression doesn't falter when you nod. "Ah... I see." He continues walking and you can't help but call after him.

"Hey! You didn't answer my question!" You half-run to catch up beside him; he's quite the fast walker, and the only reason why you didn't notice was because he'd been slowing down his pace to match your casual stride. "Whiskey, tell me straight. First you're entering my quarters and asking me to walk with you, then you help me get ready, which, you know I can definitely do on my own, and now you're complimenting me." Now that you said it all out loud you kind of felt embarrassed, your face warming.

"It almost feels like you're trying to ask me out or something." But that's silly, because it's Whiskey and he doesn't like anyone that way, nevermind just liking people in general.

"And what if I am?" He says nonchalantly. Whiskey stops walking again when you fall slightly behind him.

"Huh?" You stare at him. He's probably joking.

Without warning Whiskey leans closer to your face, a small smirk appearing on his face as he repeats himself, "And what if I am?"

Absolutely flabberghasted and speechless you are.

The audacity of this man.

You can't believe him, and yet you can at the same time. Maybe he was being genuine. You weren't really sure. It is Whiskey though, so no one would blame you for not being sure. But in your chest your heart sped up, your face warmed, and, despite the chill in the air, your hands started to sweat. Your mouth opened and closed as if to say something, but you remained tongue-tied as Whiskey chuckled lowly at your reaction.

He steps back from you to let you relax and ponders aloud, "Could it be that you finally believe me now, My Attendant?"

You believe him.

#nqt writing #food fantasy #ff whiskey #ff master attendant #fluff

[party-in-eldarya]

Playing ANE is no joy- ep 10 p3

Gardienne goes to check how it’s going with Mathieu’s lessons. SPOILER: he is stressed out, and Gardienne is surprised abt it. She mentions to herself that he never had problems with crowds, mentions also how he usually gives autographs when surrounded by faeries: 

And srsly, Beemoov, why? You created that new character, a HUMAN to replace him with 2 already liked LIs, a dragon and an elf. The least you could have done was to make him interesting and easy to like. Making him a wanna-be cassanova when we have characters that are doing it way better (Nevra and TO Nevra) looks a bit pathetic. Shallow, two-faced, coward, a human... what are his strength? Oooh, I can totes see many ways you could work with such character to make this route a true gem, but sadly, you didn’t pick any. 

Gardienne is shocked that some faeries listen to Earth lessons as volunteers. Yea, wanting to learn about whole new, alien world is really shocking.

So it is canon that Gardienne is not interested in world and unable to understand plp who wants to learn. It’s a ... choice. For sure. A dumb one, but a choice. 

We talk tih koori for a while, and she is fascinated about the Earth. Gardienne gives us gems like “is my world really that different from Eldarya?” (jk, she doesn’t say “my world”). “Why are you attending the classes?”. 

And I was asking why she never tried to get to know her LI. 

Keep on lying to yourself you dumbo. 

A piece of info: you need two people for portal, one to keep it open in Eldarya, and (ideally) the other to open it on Earth. FF writers, here is my gift for you :)

Koori admits she looks a bit too fey for her to walk among humans. In ANE we do not have masking  potions, spells, nothing. If we could have change Erika into mermaid, perhaps we could have done same thing with dunno, lorialets? They look like humans, so... It is unnecessary bit, Koori already explained that she ahs to stay on Eldarya to open the portal. 

Mathieu talked about animals (this part is skipped) and I like how he mentions those who can be met on the mission. Erika would probably talk about elephants, birds of paradise, exotic pets, just to prove she knows the words. 

The next topic he wants to talk abt are vehicles, and here we are told by Gardienne how disater those lessons are. Too chaotic, not his fault, they don’t have plan... and you know what? True. Without knowing what and how they will act those lessons are pointless. They should create a real plan- the one that Gardienne came with is just a v rough sketch- and while creating it Mathieu should be asked many, many questions. If they were professional Guard ofc. 

This. This is how Beemoovs writers imagine how adult, responsible and wise leaders act. It’s another day of lessons and they haven’t thought about missions’ aliases. It’s a bit like my great espinage story which I was writing when I was 12. This kind of research and depth. 

HC is my fav this season: when you explain things to her properly she accepts gesture/situation, as long as she sees reasoning behind it. That’s logical and it’s a trait, a rare treat in ANE. Well done, Beemoov. 

Now, they all are surprised that we greet each other, say only our names (do you know last name of any one from TO besides HH? I know I don’t), small talk like “how are yous” etc. Except that we know that it is same on Eldarya, we know it from TO! 

HC is unable to hold a simple conversation for reasons. Lots of fun, similar effect:

And now Mathieu is deciding which nickname Nevra should pick. Nevra of the Shadow, assassin, spy. Who should have already mastered curriculum vitae of his fake persona. Dumbifying all characters so they could match our MC is too much. 

It goes smoothly this time, but still, they should have done it better. 

We are again told that Mathieu is super duper popular among girls. Poor things, they must be really desperate and naive to fall for his charm. Koori acts jealous, which is... strange? Because she is much more wordly than him, and honestly, this relationship would be pretty pointless? Sure, she is a bit bimbo, but she is not an idiot, she is rather smart what is good for her, Mathieu on the other way... I would say in polish that his only charm is being a “fresh meat”. Do you know what I mean? Not even a sexually capable fresh meat. Just fresh meat. 

This is really funny. I like this little scene...

Nevra tries to comfort HC for failing her introduction during lesson: 

He wasnt’ that forgiving when training Gardienne, right? Personally, this sentence should go to Leiftan- either because he is trying to be better, or because old habits (”good leif, a defender of children and widows”) are still strong. Nevra, specially in ANE- a colder, more cynical one, should be much stricter. 

This scene was written by different writer that the scene of training with him and Karenn. Or they just do not care at all about being in character. 

...and it wasn’t. It totally wasn’t. 

Btw, those optimistic lines were said by person who is cunning, who knows how cruel world is, and who betrayed and killed their own brother. Not much groung for being happy go lucky in my opinion. 

While the rest will be standing behind them in total silence, possibly glaring behind M and E’s backs. Not susp at all. 

Dear writer. I believe it was never confirmed whether Leiftan knew about Mnemosyne. He should- because Miko was telling him everything up to the point she started suspecting everyone around her, but we didn’t know for sure. 

Le vision, not everyone forgot Erika! 

Aaaaand, she wants to take measurments right there, in the garden, when everyone is standing in crowd. She really is dense, right? So much I will make a little pass here. Will try to make next ep the last part. 

#playing ane what a joy #not beta-ed #rant

[princess-of-the-corner]

Fic recs cause asks keep making me remember good fics!

Occam's Razor by Flairina on Ao3

Twoshot miraculous ladybug fic, short and sweet. One of the recent joke miraculous spoilers reminded me of this one, so I'll let it be a surprise.

Master, Pokémon? By Saphroneth on FF

A series of snippets of various points in Ash's Pokémon journey with one important difference. Ash is a Zoura.

"Legendarily Popular" also by Saphroneth on FF and Ao3

Ash meets Mew at the age of 6, and his luck with meeting legendary Pokémon only goes up from there. Movesets are considered suggestions, Pidgeys are somehow a rarity, And Pokémon still seem to spontaneously evolve around Ash. Long read, comedy.

Moon is One Hundred percent done by Beautiful_Doom on Ao3

Post afton ending of security breach. The Pizzaplex is run by people who care, though there are still Karen's. Thus, the title. OC human employees, focus on shenanigans for the majority of the fic, with the daycare attendant being the most common pov.

Villain Notebook for The future by "Mean and Turf (SsendamtheMasked)"

"Take Midoriya Izuku. Change things so that he idolises villains for how they inspire heroes. Give him an impetus to develop super science. Watch the exploits of a SUPER VILLAIN."

Izuku as a megamind-esque villain. He's still Izuku, just as a card-carrying supervillain.

Oh this is fantastic.

I think I read Occam's Razor ages ago and it was interesting. Those Pokemon ones sound fucking fantastic!

I love the concept of the security breach one. I LIVe for stories where people are allowed to dunk on the entitled ass customers. Very cathartic. (Yes I have wanted to smack many a customer before).

The last one is. Oh boy. I find the very concept fascinating and quite fucked up. A kid who knows that there has to be a Villain for there to be Heroes, and makes the choice to keep the vibes going.