Could I get an Hc for how the M6 would react to an Mc that finds out they used to eat a lot of weird creatures and monsters.
I may be obsessed with delicious in dungeon, but like maybe Mc got to try dragon meat and realized that despite it being an 'exotic' food, it tastes familiar. Only gets more surprised. The more weirder foods they end up trying that rnd up tasting familiar.
The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC eats monsters
Julian
From a scholarly point of view, he's actually quite interested in learning more and documenting your finds as medical research
Who knows what medicinal properties these creatures might contain that have gone previously ignored? You could find some miraculous cure or random medicine if you keep snacking your way through the monstrous ecosystem!
Then again, he'd be lying if he said that practice was just as easy as theory. He's pretty well traveled himself, but some of the things you seem so eager to dig into are just ... so ... off-putting
He'll push through with most things but he will draw the line at anything resembling a plague beetle. He was force-fed one of those once and he never wants to experience that again
(he'd never try to keep you from making your own decisions, but to say that watching you eat things resembling plague beetles doesn't turn his stomach and make him anxious would be a lie)
Still one of the best researchers you could have helping you
He's got the background to understand physical nutrients and the importance of a diverse diet - and he's plenty dedicated to you
Asra
They are even more enthusiastic than you are
Sometimes you wish you knew what his limits were, because if things keep going at the rate that they are you might find out that he doesn't even have any
Faust is not helping either - she can and will help distract you if you've finally come across something you're hesitant to try so Asra can sneak a mouthful without being caught
On the plus side, they've tried so many different cuisines already that they have plenty of ideas when it comes to figuring out how to cook something new - and spice combinations you wouldn't dare dream of on your own
He also happens to have plenty of tried-and-true remedies for food poisoning as well (wonder why he learned all of those ...) and is more than happy to share with you if things go south
Absurdly creative with the whole cooking process in general
Keeps trying to incorporate magic. This does occasionally backfire when the beast being cooked is also magical by nature, and the two don't mix as intended
Nadia
She's politely unconvinced, but still mildly invested
Is she personally interested in trying all manner of unconventional dishes? Sure, if it's a well-established recipe from a trustworthy source and contributes to her cultural education
Your recipes, darling MC, do not cleanly fit into that category
She'll still try some, but only after you've been able to replicate the dish multiple times to the point that it's reliably delicious and safe to eat. Otherwise, she'll happily pass her portion to you
However, once you do find a creature that can be reliably cooked as part of a nutritious diet, she is all ears
Do you know what the state of Vesuvia is right now? Any new food source is a welcome food source, especially if it's a resource that isn't being tapped into otherwise. Tell her more about its properties
Will work with you and other nutritionists, chefs, and civil engineers to find a way to introduce it to the populace so they can take advantage of it
Who knows? Maybe if it's popular enough, it can be purposefully cultivated and turned into a major food export ...
Muriel
Not remotely surprised by your habits, for multiple reasons
For starters, he spent his teens living with Asra. In the woods. Who do you think came up with all those natural remedies for food poisoning??? Not the kid picking every mushroom they saw!
Second of all, he lives off of the land himself. The reason his grocery list is so short is because he's learned to find most of his sustenance in the woods around him. You're just doing the same
Third of all (and most importantly) - if it's food, it's food. It's that simple
Will eat anything you hand him as soon as he knows it won't poison him, no hesitation in sight and no further questions asked
His only concern about the whole thing is sustainability. He knows firsthand what happens when something throws the delicate balance of an ecosystem out of whack and he wants to make sure that doesn't happen on accident because you're new to it
Never really stops to appreciate any of the good flavors at first, but eventually develops a palette for the different spices
Insanely good at assessing what kind of nutrients it'll have
Portia
Being an excellent chef herself, she doesn't see much point in eating mostly monster food once the initial excitement has worn off. It was fun for several meals, but now she wants bread
This does not change her general fascination with monsters or magical beasts in general, though, or her overall interest in helping you on your special monster cuisine endeavors
Share the monster facts - all the monster facts
Will work with you on putting together notebooks full of information on monster behaviors, nutritional values, hunting and preparation methods, and ideal flavor profiles
Unrivaled at giving good cooking advice. The meat's good to eat, but too tough? Marinate it in something acidic
It's too spongy to be a starch, but too starchy to be a vegetable? Try roasting or grilling it plain and putting sauce on top
Knows all about how to maximize the "scraps" so that nothing edible goes wasted, and knows how to do it in a way that still tastes good and fills you up
Curious enough to try most of it, smart enough to avoid poisoning
Lucio
Okay, okay, so he'll admit it - he does get squeamish (just a little bit) at the thought of eating the monsters that tried to kill him earlier and he's not particularly fond of revisiting the "eat or be eaten" mentality that was instilled in him as a small child
That said, he is curious
And he very much enjoys all the hunting (and bounties!) involved
You're telling him that he gets to chase down a rare beast, enjoy the thrill of conquering it and the bragging rights that entails, get paid for disposing of it, and then get a free meal after he forgets about it for a couple hours? Sign him up!
Just, uh. Just don't remind him what exactly he's eating if it's from one of the grosser monsters. Devouring a deadly ancient boar? Awesome! Devouring a worm monster? ... yeah, don't ruin it
Has no issues with putting more resources into what you're trying to do. It means free food, bragging rights about killing and eating monsters, and dinner not getting dull and boring
Will not-so-subtly feed anything he doesn't like to Mercedes and Melchior when he thinks you can't see him
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How do you think Lucifer would go about being intimate with a plus size reader who is very insecure and self conscious about their body?
ANON I'M KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH
Because listen, I've always been very open about being a plus size gal. And sometimes it's hard to picture myself in the stuff I write because of it. But I still do it because I enjoy it and I'm not going to let my fears and doubts keep me from creating!
And I'm just gonna come right out and say it now
LUCIFER LOVES BIG GIRLS!!!!
When you cuddle, you almost completely envelop him. He feels so safe and secure in your arms. And oh my goodness, he adores how soft you are! Everything from your chest to your stomach to your thighs, he will use all of those spots as his personal favorite pillows to lay his head.
And of course your weight is no issue for him! He has God-like strength, you might as well weigh as much as a feather! He's practically BEGGING you to ride his face and bounce on his cock. He loves kneading at your breasts and the folds on your stomach because there is just so much of you to touch, he can't get enough of it! And oh man, don't get me started on how much he loves delving between your thick thighs. He now knows what TRUE Heaven is like! He grips your legs tight when he thrusts his tongue in and out of you, sucking on your clit and absolutely drunk on the way way you taste!
And like I said, him watching you bounce on his cock is mesmerizing. He can't get enough of the way your body moves when you shift your hips, it's almost hypnotizing. And when he's on top, he wishes he could have more hands so he could touch and grab every inch of you while he fucks you good and deep.
It did take you a while to get to this point though. You confided in him that when you were alive, you felt insecure about the way you looked. And even in death, you still were. But good Lord, Lucifer couldn't believe that "a beautiful creature like you would ever think of yourself as unattractive." And that "anyone who said otherwise deserves far worse than a place in Hell." He is your number one supporter and cheerleader. He's going to tell you how lovely you look every single day, multiple times a day until you believe it yourself. And then he'll keep on telling you because he absolutely adores you and your body!
@myhornybrainonlyknowsthis enjoy the food bestie <3
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The Distance Between Two Hands
There were times where she made sounds at him, though. That was new. Usually it took the form of a whistle or a coo- some noise at the back of her throat or a clicking noise that was (admittedly) rather charming. It was always when she was not close enough to touch, where she could not simply clear that throat to address him. He was so unprepared for it that he answered to them every time, like a well-trained amaro. Or, well, chocobo, as they were called on the Source. It was always to "tell" him something, or ask something that did not have an answer that he thought would satisfy her- though he could not help but indulge her. That was the Exarch’s problem. Indulgence.
“Bird?” She signed to him once, while in the ocular.
"Bird..?" He repeated, unable to help himself. "...ah, you mean the Amaro? They are comparable to the chocobos on the Source."
A nod. Then she just waited, expectantly. As though she could simply project her thoughts into his mind with that piercing stare of hers.
"The stablemaster will provide one to ferry you to your destination," he admitted. "If that is your question? I would not ask you to travel across the realm on foot." Did he have a proper script for this?
She moved her head a bit. Then she waved her hand, as if to say, so-so. Almost her question, but not quite. "Can I have one?" She chirped, and the sound was so startling that he almost moved back.
"I am sure some arrangements can be made, if that is what you wish, but the Crystarium may not have any to spare at the moment. Mayhaps sometime in the future."
Her face lit up with uncanny interest- so much that she lost it in him, turned, and left the Ocular just like that.
"Well," he said to the silence. "That was interesting." Not as interesting as he would have liked, but puzzling all the same... "..does she...like birds, perchance?" Maybe he should… make arrangements for that amaro, then?
…no, no, that might be a little. Well? It was basically an ordinary expense, wasn’t it? What good would it be to ferry her to and fro, with no transportation on her own?
Hand hovering near his chin, he considered it for a long while- and came to a decision that would be best for both the people of the Crystarium and the Warrior herself.
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The Amaro Tamer stared at the scrap of paper for a mite too long; when he lowered his gaze to take in the diminutive stature of the Exarch, he began considering a number of questions, none of which he was sure of how to ask. As such the Exarch waited patiently, as he had given his request without much of a fuss.
“If there is nothing you can do, pay it no mind,” he said, “but I did think it was the least that the Crystarium could do, given the circumstance, as we have come to rely on her more than I had expected.”
“We do have a couple of chicks that are unclaimed this season,” was the response from the Zun, “don’t see why we can’t spare just the one.” Actually, he was rather pleased to do it. The Warrior of Darkness (or so he assumed she was) had already taken down not one, but two Lightwardens, and restored night to two different regions in Norvrandt.
A smile fell light on the Exarch’s lips and he nodded, clearly pleased. “Thank you. Oh, and if you would, I would prefer you be discreet about its benefactor.”
An answered question. It was a well known secret that the Exarch knew these “mysterious heroes” from beyond, and that the most recent addition, a Drahn by the name of Aran, had given rise to a rarely-seen disposition in the Exarch. Where the caretaker of the Crystal Tower had largely been kind but withdrawn, he now shined with a barely-contained kind of delight- delight that was only tempered by his duties to the people, a people who had essentially crowned him king more than once, despite never knowing his true name. It was still evident that, in that barely concealed spring in his step, there was something about the Warrior that lay very close to his heart. The Amaro was simply the latest in a long line of things that belied that.
“Aye, I can do that,” he said with a shrug, and although he was not a gossip, considered who to pass the information along to. “Er, I mean, whatever you wish, my lord.”
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It was a bad habit, he knew, but using the Ocular’s mirror to watch her adventures had become a balm to his loneliness at best and an uncontrollable addiction at worst. Despite this, he soothed the nagging voice in his mind by reasoning that it would not hurt to see the look on her face when she received her gift- heaven knew she needed it, given the somber nature of her arrival upon defeating the third Lightwarden, Titania.
Yes, they had been lost. For so, so long now. And their screams- oh their screams- had pierced the heavens, even as she’d approached. Half-drowned she’d approached. Half-standing, she’d defeated them, and barely escaped becoming a fae queen by the blessing of Feo Ul- though the Exarch knew that would be the true outcome of the situation.
“It wouldn’t do to lose our fateful hero that way,” he mused, the crystal of his right hand touching the mirror to direct its eye.
Just one smile. The people they’d lost in the battle for Minfilia were worth something, after all, and the Lightwarden was proof of it. Vauthry and his ire had been stoked but they would survive. They had to survive. He would provide them everything they needed to heal- would, had, and would continue to, for as long as he was able- even when it twisted as his heart that he could not provide more.
But this. Her hand outstretched for a small, black-feathered chick, her eyes welling up with tears. This was just for him.
“The Exar- erm. I mean, the Crystarium wanted to thank you for all that you’ve done.” The trainer was saying. The Exarch himself pressed his lips into a thin line on the other side of the mirror, a bit displeased (but eternally forgiving) despite being concealed by the many layers of crystal sealing him off from visitors.
She looked tired. They both were, now, of the same kind, separated by what felt like a thick chunk of glass, but was any number of distances that he would not cross. Could not, cross. Despite this, she held the chick with both hands, blubbering like a baby in both grief and happiness both, and pressed her lips to its little head.
“Gwee!” It cried, a pleased look on its face as Aran pressed her own close, her cheek and then her horn brushing against its delicate frame with what seemed to be the gentleness of a caress.
Oh, to be that amaro.
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