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thevoidscreams · 5 months

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Hello🌹You can write something about Sanguinius, with a reader who has the reputation and behavior of Ciaphas Cain and that the reader is very attached to the angel and his legion. In general, if you have a better idea, then it's even better😊 just make it Sanguinius with a cool reader. Thanks in advance💚🖤❤️💙

Bet you thought i forgot about this. But I didn't....I just forgot where it was that i was writing it. It's also not exactly on character i got way more self deprecating with it.

Rating: G No warnings just the usual 30kness.

The angel didn't think his hearts could take much more of this. His hearts were racing in a panic as he flipped over the mangled haul of a rhino, anxiety rising as he prepared for the worst.

Instead, he found you scuffed but alive in a natural groove in the earth. As if the dip had been placed there specifically for your tiny body to fall into.

"Hi honey, how's the battle going?" You joked. He didn't think it was funny at all, but it'd have to wait. The battlefield was no place for a lover's quarrel.

"We are going to discuss this later." All around the both of you, his legion was pushing back a massive invasion of Orks. And just to the side of your exploded rhino was the charred remains of their war boss, his head half gone from the explosion that'd rocked the battlefield, drawing the angel's attention in the first place. What remained was a mangled mess that snarled up hateful and defiant even in death.

Your half cooked plan had paid off. Much to your delight. "YES! It worked! Look, Sanguinius, I got him, I got the war boss."

"Yes, I see. You did well." Sanguinius said quietly, picking you out of the dirt where you still sat celebrating your victory over the massive green skin.

Sanguinius looked down at it, and the corners of his vision tinted red as he swung his blade down in one hate filled swing, taking the rest of its head clean off in one mighty blow. It'd threatened your life, and he hated it for that. He suddenly found that he hated all of these green life forms, dead or alive. And none of them could be left standing.

Sanguinius's fist clenched around the hilt of his sword. No, he had to get you back to safety.

"I'm taking you back behind the lines."

"Yeah, okay." Your voice came out in a squeak without much protest.

Still his irritation spiked, already heightened by the natural aggression instilled by his gene flaw. "You were supposed to stay behind the lines. I only agreed to let you come because you promised to only watch and vox me if their movements became irregular. You didn't do that. You did exactly what I asked you not to do."

“Yes I know, but I can explain ... .once you’ve won that is.” You hurriedly insured, wanting very much for him to get you back to a “Safe” distance.

Sanguinius sighed, he had to admit that you'd never gotten hurt so far. Never anything more than a scratch or bruised. It was like you'd be supernaturally blessed with the gift of luck.

No. Not luck. It was just your tactical mind thinking ten steps ahead. Luck was superstitious, and his father would scoff at the suggestion.

Sanguinius took to the air, with you wrapped up in his arms. "My dove, I understand you want to help and fight. But you are so precious to me."

Internally you scoffed, but externally you gave him a firm look, as if to convince him that you weren’t some soft little coward who secretly did want nothing more than to stay on his flag ship and sip expensive beverages and eat fine foods.

"I won't get hurt though, I'll be fine. Ask any in your legion who saw. I was holding on just fine before the war boss even showed up." Of course he didn’t need to know that the only reason you were on the field to begin with was that a bomb squig had chased you out of your relatively cushy, covered position.

He landed, back-winging gently as he set you on your feet. "You will stay here behind the lines where you promised to stay the first time."

There wasn't much you could do to argue with a primarch. But just to make sure he called out to the closest marine who turned eagerly when his primarch addressed him.

"Watch her. This time, she is to stay here and watch."

Some prideful part of you wanted to be mad, but his voice was all patience and gentleness. You couldn't stay angry, he’d understand later, once you’d had time to explain.

You turned away from the fighting, not wanting to think about the thousands of gnashing teeth and cruel eyes of the enemy that almost saw to your destruction that day. It might have been cowardly, well no, it was. But that’s what you were by nature, even if no one but yourself recognized that. Deep inside yourself you wished to be a hero, wished to be as valiant and stalwart as those you loved and occasionally fought alongside. You wished you could really be the person people saw you as. Some great humanitarian and a worthwhile individual who didn’t just luck your way into these victories.

You could see the retreated populace in the distance. Wounded and tired. They needed rest and shelter. Then an idea came to you. Maybe you could be a hero today. Even in some minor capacity.

When the green skins had at last been driven back into a valley and trapped, Sanguinius left them to be cleaned up by his legion. They would be easy to finish off now. Trapped as they were.

He found you working, still with his faithful Son by your side. He relieved the marine of his post and sent him to finish the battle.

"The battle is nearly over. We'll be heading back to the Red Tear soon."

You didn't respond verbally, just nodded.

Your eyes were fixed on the tent pole in your hands as you secured it against the planet’s powerful breeze. The civilians were receiving care and being served small meals as an immediate relief effort.

"I want to continue helping set up the tents and serving the meals."

"I know." He couldn't apologize, he hadn't done anything wrong in ensuring your safety, but he still felt as if he'd had.

"The orcs have been driven back, can I stay to help now?" You asked.

He nodded and offered a hand to secure the tent’s pole, you let him take it. You smiled and moved on to the next pole. 'Good, at least she doesn't hate me.' Sanguinius thought.

The whole company stayed several days longer than expected. The orks were long dead, their bodies burned. You'd insisted on staying and giving aid, it was the charitable thing to do.

The people thanked you all profusely. Some gave near religious bouts of praise to them.

Sangunius took their thanks for the extended aid as he always did. With humility, and grace. But there was a bit of selfishness to it. He wanted you to be happy with him again. It didn't take long for that to happen but he still took those extra few days to ensure it. Not that you gave him as much time anyways, not with the amount of injuries that needed attending and the amount of mouths there was to cook for. You'd been going almost non-stop, helping loved ones reunite, helping burn those that were dead by the hands of the orks and burying those that died after.

The humans began to look to you as some sort of authority or guide. Seeing you lead them and the respect the people held for you made his heart flutter and his wings ruffle.

He'd need to get you alone sooner rather than later.

This wasn't the place for all that.

When there was enough order at last he ordered everyone to begin returning to the Red Tear.

"My love?" Sanguinius addressed you as you both arrived on the ship. You turned to look up at him. “Yes, my Angel?” He felt a thrill of excitement shoot up his spine and his wings practically hummed, he loved when you called him that, mostly cause you only called him that when you were happy. But he pushed it down and maintained his calm and casual air. “May we speak in my office?”

You nodded and followed him across the ship. A little light in his long shadow. Still despite how little you felt people still whispered your name as if you were some hero of the imperium. Passing voices recounting your "heroic" deed of killing the warboss. They didn't even know the faintest hint of the truth. You looked up to watch Sanguinius, in all his regal beauty. He was too good for a coward like you, was all you could think.

His office was as lovely as the rest of the ship and you made an effort to use admiring it to avoid the upcoming conversation. Sanguinius was generally good at reading you despite your best efforts. He stayed quiet and let you have some time, he could sense you needed it. But it couldn't last forever.

"You've been in my office many times. Surely the trimming can't be all that new or exciting to you, darling." Sanguinius urged at last.

"Speak for yourself, I just noticed a brand new spot I've never noticed before, and it is delightful."

Sanguinius smiled despite himself.

"You know why I want to talk."

It was true, you did. But you didn't want to have to explain that you were a coward to your dauntless lover.

"I know." Was all you could get out before your throat tightened and the first few tears dropped unbidden from your eyes as you continued to avoid meeting his gaze.

The sight of your tears had an immediate effect on the man, primarch or no he was still your lover and he hated seeing you distressed. He reached for you and you let him take you into his arms. His wings followed, wrapping you up in their power and protection.

"Darling, what's wrong? I'm not angry with you if you're worried about that." Part of you was but it was a much smaller part than the voice in your head that kept calling you a coward and a liar.

"I didn't want to disobey your orders the other day." You said, strangely flat in tone. Your eyes still leaked those darned salty tears but you'd already begun and you couldn't stop now. "I didn't want to be on the battlefield at all to be completely honest with you." You'd never told him how much you didn't actually like the field of battle.

"Then why? What could have possessed you to do what you did."

"It was an accident, I was chased onto the field… by a squig."

Sanguinius could picture this new version of events clearly. And to his own self he felt ashamed, not just for getting cross with you but for the almost sickening sense of relief that flooded every inch of him. It was a new reason to keep you here, on his flagship and away from the battlefield.

His wings closed in tightly on you and he continued to listen.

"It was one of those that was covered in bombs. And I ran, I had a lasgun, I could have shot it. But I ran, like a coward."

Sanguinius held you tighter and shook his head. "You're not, you had to get to a safer distance before you could do anything."

It was your turn to shake your head then. "I didn't even think about that. I was just scared and I ran."

Sanguinius was quiet. "Why did you ask to come along with us to the surface?" He was changing the subject, trying to give you a break from the previous line of thought.

"I didn't. I made a joke about wishing I could spend the day with you despite the battle and it was put in as an official request to join you."

Sanguinius's wings puffed in frustration and a measure of anger. That such a sentiment should have resulted in your endangerment.

"I'm sorry, my love. That shouldn't have happened." He kissed the top of your head but you didn't respond. A claw of worry tore at him and he gave you a gentle squeeze. All that came from you was a quiet shuddering sob.

"Why are you crying?" He asked at last, trying to keep his voice calm so as not to add to the stress of the situation. Sanguinius was loathed to admit that seeing you like this left him feeling helpless. And he despised seeing you cry.

"Because now you know." You choked out, voice heavier with grief.

“Darling, I don’t think you are a coward. I think that you were in a stressful situation and reacted. You are not used to being on the field of battle. Besides, your actions today did help us. Even if I was terrified for your safety.” “You were terrified?” You asked, astonished, eyes wide and still wet with tears. “Of course I was, I heard over the vox that a rhino had landed on you. How could I not be terrified?” He drew in a breath. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Sanguinius tilted your chin up just a bit. “I love you.” He whispered the words so softly you almost questioned whether or not you had actually heard him right. “I love you too.” His lips brushed softly against yours, the kiss was sweet and he filled it with all the concern and love he’d felt over the past several days. “I think I’d like to just stay on the ship from now on. And I’ll just have your time and affection when things are settled.”

The primarch breathed quietly in relief. “Good. Because I’m not willing to risk your safety after all of that.”You both chuckled and he lifted you up. “Now let's get cleaned up. And I’ll give you some of that much desired affection.”

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #primarch x reader #primarchs #my writing #sanguinius x reader #sanguinius #warhammer 40k x reader

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hikennosabo · 4 months

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#tristampparty day 5, episode 5: child of blessing

day 5 of @tristampparty let's gooooo

our radio djs today are... show hayami!!! (aka original wolfwood) and masaya onosaka again! i'm OBSESSED with casting hayami as the religious radio dj, i love these cameos so much and clearly there was a lot of thought put into where the cameos would be. very very cool

one thing i really think is interesting about trigun - every version of trigun - is the fact that god and religion (christianity) have such a presence but there is never confirmation one way or the other about the existence of god.

who is Missionary Michael

"newly"... we know they've been around for a while, though... and roberto's the guy with Information and Knowledge so i don't think he would make a mistake timeline-wise... EoM had an established presence in (or, more like an iron grip on) windmill village, so it's not like they were operating in complete secret until recently or anything like that. soooo, new relative to what?

wind... typhoon... is this anything

wait no i'm cooking. rollo was born on a windless day -> vash met rollo when he was a baby, the photo is taken -> rollo, as we see in the flashback at the beginning of the episode, prays for wind, implying that there hasn't been any wind in a long time -> rollo runs away, meets vash again, vash makes a promise he can't keep -> rollo gets turned into monev the gale... GALE... WIND... -> vash returns, "reunites" with rollo -> monev gets killed -> the wind blows again

TYPHOON, GALE, IS THIS ANYTHING??? I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M COOKING HERE

this is when wolfwood notices that monev is a product of EoM... that's all he needs to know to decide what must be done.

vash has no idea about EoM or the experiments or the village sacrificing children, BUT if he hadn't brought rollo back to the village... maybe none of this would have happened. or it could've ultimately played out the same. maybe rollo would have been found by someone else. or maybe he would have died out there in the desert. but still. another thing for vash to feel guilty about even though it wasn't really his fault.

savior complex bouncing between him and knives like a ping pong ball

i love the phrasing. he's not god. he's a man. as much as he positions himself as a god, he's still... very human. as loathe as he would be to admit that.

*looks at previous screenshot* i'm seeing a pattern here.

as much as i don't like elendira ii, i think we should consider also giving little fangs to elendira i.

SPEAKING OF CHARACTERS I DON'T LIKE. tristamp conrad is so unbelievably cruel, what the hell. don't get me wrong he's still not GOOD in the manga and he DOES bear responsibility for, y'know, resurrecting knives and all... and generally being too little too late in taking action against knives... but THIS conrad is just so. ugh. why did they do him like this...

so the timeline would be...

20 years ago, the village was destroyed. assuming he was in the lab for 5 years (in other words, he was not let out and could have not wrecked the town during that time), would mean 25 years ago, rollo was taken and became monev. we don't know exactly how old he was at the time, let's say he was 10 for the sake of keeping it even. so ~35 years ago the photo with vash was taken, give or take.

we also don't know how many children were taken before rollo, or how often. but it was an established practice in the village which no one questioned. how long has this been going on exactly?

also just wanted to note that roberto notices the EoM banner in the house. i think that's a detail that gets forgotten because meryl finds the photo of vash right after... but remember that roberto is the one who tells us what EoM is (or rather, what their cover story is) in the first place...

... i don't need to say anything.

actually no there is something i want to say. right after this, monev loses one of his gun... arm... gloves...? uncovering his hand underneath. and also his mask turns off. and we see his face. in other words, there's still a human under there.

OKAY HERE'S THE TALLY I REALLY WANTED TO DO!!!!

wolfwood vial count: 1

wolfwood drinking a vial right before shooting monev... revealing/reinforcing his own "inhumanity" (to the audience? to himself?) right before mercy killing a fellow EoM victim...

i wonder what vash would have done had wolfwood not killed rollo. like. what was the plan. was there a plan? (probably not...) like, had rollo lived, he wouldn't have been able to live a normal life no matter how you look at it, right? wolfwood's mercy kill seems to have been not just the right call, but perhaps the only call...?

vash asking him to wake up... foreshadowing perhaps. maybe foreshadowing livio not actually dying from a gunshot wound to the head, unlike monev. or maybe foreshadowing the words vash might say when... no. i shan't.

speaking of livio... this is gonna come back next episode.

yeah, a lot of what wolfwood says about monev can be applied to himself and livio both. really makes you think.

god i love that the village lights up after everything is over. it makes me think... i don't know what to make of this. like. the reason why the village kept sacrificing children to EoM was because they believed sacrifices would bring blessings. and we know the village was struggling due to a lack of wind. so was EoM preventing the wind from blowing somehow?? there's no way, right??? how would they even do that...? and why would they continue to prevent the wind from blowing in a place that got destroyed 20 years ago?? so this brings me back to the beginning of this post... does god actually exist in this universe?? did god make the wind blow??? and why now? i... i don't know!!! i don't know, man!!!

i do like the way orange adapted monev. or... adapted isn't the right word. they reimagined him from the ground up. they made him more intertwined with vash, used him as a vehicle to introduce EoM, tied him into wolfwood and vash's clash of ideals... and the episode itself is tight, self-contained. and very tragic.

we don't actually know that much about the original monev... he was imprisoned, he has a line about "the man i thought was my father"... i don't remember anything else. the main reason why the monev fight in 98/trimax is memorable is because it contains vash's diablo moment, and it's the first time we really see him seriously consider killing someone. but here, this version of monev... well, we get the opposite. vash wants to avoid killing monev - rollo - at all costs. makes me wonder if we'll get a diablo moment from vash in season 2...

there's probably more to say but i'm tired and my brain isn't working at full capacity lol i need to go to bed. see you tomorrow for episode 6!

#tristampparty #trigun talk #june speaks #sidenote Windmill Village is the name of luffy's hometown in op #so it always throws me for a loop a little bit

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yuraimi-lee-bunny · 3 months

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Red Crackle Week 2024

Day 2: Holiday

Dia de Muertos was the first holiday that crossed my mind and I accepted it. I couldn't have a clear idea of the composition of how to draw it, so I don't have any sketch to show (I will most likely have such an illustration ready until November 1st), despite this, I wanted to make headcanons of how Gray and Carmen celebrated their first Día de Muertos together. So here we go!

After Carmen's first time she made a small offering for her father, she wanted to know more about the tradition to also be closer to her Mexican roots.

With the information that he learned and the experiences that his mother told him, he liked this tradition more.

Once she reconnected with Gray, eventually starting a relationship, Carmen tells him about the Día de Muertos. Gray had some doubts about celebrating it since he doesn't have or know a deceased relative to make an offering to. Despite this, Carmen encouraged him to help him with the offering to her father.

Gray became so nervous about what to do and even what to cook to properly honor Carmen's father. She couldn't help but laugh, and later talk to him, reminding him that it's about spending time and talking with the deceased in peace. He can even not say anything, with his presence, respect for his and what he offers his is enough.

Carmen explained to Gray what each element of the offering symbolizes: The cempasúchil (Marigold), the candles, the Pan de Muerto, the papel picado, among other elements.

Gray loved the Pan de Muerto, neither too sweet nor too incipient. He asked Carmen if they could make their own Pan de Muerto.

Carmen accepted, regretting a little in the process because of how complicated it was being to prepare. In the end, it turned out well. Making 5 more pieces.

Gray also liked the custom of wearing skull makeup. So Carmen painted Gray as herself with designs she created herself.

The Day arrived, November 1: at night, both of them stayed for a while in front of the altar, each one talking to Dexter.

Carmen told her father how much she would like to have met him, meanwhile, she also told him to trust Gray. That she even sometimes thought about how Gray reminded her a little of him.

Gray greeted him, promised to take care of his daughter, assuring him that he loves her.

Gray isn't usually superstitious. However, for this occasion, he asked Dexter if he could give him his blessing to be with Carmen. That he would give him some kind of sign.

The next day, Gray and Carmen found cempasúchil petals surrounding a photo of the two of them together. Carmen was surprised, not understanding what it meant, on the other hand, Gray was moved and grateful for the answer.

Eventually, it became a custom among them to celebrate each Day of the Dead among friends and family. The altar was filled with more photos, and not just of Dexter.

And that's all! I hope you liked it!

#carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #graham calloway #graham crackle #red crackle #red crackle week #red crackle week 2024 #headcanons #red crackle headcanon

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ohanny · 1 year

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another friday, another cutie pie episode! so here are my thoughts while watching the second episode:

kuea is absolutely not me because i would never check my email first thing in the morning, notifs be damned

also even if i did get good news, i would not have the energy to throw a full "blackpink in your area" on top of my bed

kuea: oh yes, i am a bit... sore lian: ¬‿¬

ugh, why can't you just talk to this man who just happens to be a supportive, relatively mentally stable, functioning adult who dresses nice, cooks you food, pulls out your chair and YOU ACT LIKE THE RETURNING HIDE AND SEEK CHAMPION OF 2022

lian: if you need help, you can always tell me me: IF ONLY

nonetheless, i've had a boyfriend for a decade and i feel as single as the last crushed pringle at the bottom of the tube of doom when zee looks at nunew

kuea, a lying liar who lies: kon diao texted me lian: i love you me: KUEA DO YOU FEEL EVEN A LIL BAD???

i love the mission impossible theme tune

nong diao squared ready to cover up crimes

yi can smell bullshit a mile away but unfortunately for him, he's also a weak victorian bitch who gets flustered by a cheek touch from a twink he (alledgedly) fucked in his car just last week

JUST SHOW ME PERTH YOU COWARDS chapter 2

diao is a good friend with a good brain cell. we all need a diao.

kuea: i have a lot to think about. me: you also have a lo to TALK about goddammit

meanwhile poor lian is just trying to plan his barbie dream wedding, oh dear

yi is here to be the best man but also to watch the world burn.

kon diao loves lists. kon diao is me.

the world does not deserve diao. this show certainly doesnt. if he was running it, again, it would be 5 minutes long. well, maybe 15. he would keep all the spicy bits.

this beauty clinic is totally not the sponsor of this series.

the totally not sponsoring intensifies

"how do i look?" EXACTLY THE SAME AS YOU DID 30 SECONDS AGO YOU BABY SKINNED MOCHI OF PERFECTION

i will never not mishear this as "cosmic-exo entertainment" and i am not sorry

uh-oh, their barbie dream weddings are NOT the same

lsakjfkasljfafj a nuer x syn intermission! and nuer has a less questionable shirt on!

you two (ಥ﹏ಥ)

but props to syn never hiding his intentions and props to nuer respecting his choices even if they make him a sad boy. SOME PEOPLE could never

hia yi is eternal suffering personified even at a cake tasting and quickly becoming my favourite.

foei: oh is it too crowded? do we need more room? the gays: *offended*

salaldkjf i am catching vibes. pls tell me they will grey's anatomy this and diao and yi will end up getting married in the barbie dream wedding horror show while kuea and lian elope in korea

"you can make the final decision" says lian, not having any idea they like the polar opposite things.

he is a smooth bastard though. "ah yes, my favourite wedding singer will be too busy being my husband"

"oh no, how will our suits match if we cannot see them?" you dumbo, you have kon diao, the wedding planner extraordinaire. he has a list for that.

diao has been calling out bullshit since birth at this point.

yi: ah yes, they are so compatible. diao: dude, they can't agree on anything. yi: which is not my problem.

yi really be like "pfffft, let them talk it out between them" as if we have time to be here for the next ten years. he really couldn't give less fucks, lol

DIAO LEGIT IS LIKE IZZIE PLANNING MERDER'S WEDDING

how can he answer cosmic-exo in that suit. go change.

oh, the straights are at it again

lian: thank you yi: oh, you already picked a suit? lian: yes yi: wow, i am so helpful. you are blessed to have me tolerate you.

i love how nunew's voice gets so much deeper when he switches to english

IF ONLY YOU WERE THAT EXCITED ABOUT YOUR OWN WEDDING

kuea: what should i do? me screaming at my tv: TALK TO YOUR MAN

diao is seriously like baby yoda and syn doesn't need to become a monk. he just needs to hang out with diao more for some deep wisdom and then keep living in sin.

nuer is a sweet understanding angel and syn is a pouty baby and i could watch these two forever

"it's our wedding, not just mine." except you have NO IDEA you're not getting your wedding but an industrial scale keerati legacy production

yi: see? they're totally on the same page diao: ...

who is this random laxatives lady and why does she look like she's about to place a curse on kuea?

lian: you pick kuea: i am fine with everything narrator: he was not, in fact, fine with anything

diao turn of the tap for fucks sake, it is very obvious you are not paying your own bills in this economy

diao: my dog is so smart yi: your dog is literally an idiot

oh god here we have hia yi talk about marriage and kasdjflkafj they might kiss and i can't believe i am about to say this but at this point diao needs to worry about me cooking that cockblocking dog :D

WE HAVE A STAIRCASE WITH A HAND RAIL? IN A BL?!?!?!

lian: *trying* kuea: cosmic-exo is calling, byeee

look at his sad eyes, he KNOWS

"why am i talking to a doll?" BECAUSE IT IS MORE LIKELY TO HAVE AN ACTUAL CONVERSATION WITH YOU. you deserve better, boo.

lian: aren't you kirin already kuea: but i could be cosmic-exo kirin in korea. lian: okay. kuea: ... wait what?

OH FUCK SCREW THE WEDDING WAS THAT PERTH I JUST SAW?!?!?!?

#cutie pie the series #cutie pie 2 you #episode recap reaction whatever #lian x kuea #yi x diao #the gays are at it again: wedding edition

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seraphtrevs · 10 months

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This is a bit of a weird ask but I was struck by an idea yesterday that I couldn't get out of my head. I know you already played with a similar premise in Sweet Tooth, but I was thinking, what if Lalo was alive during the events of BrBa? Not an AU where he won the shootout with Gus but rather they're both around (forget the logistics for a second)... specifically thinking about the scenario that up to Gus meeting Walt and Jesse, everything is relatively the same. But once it's time for the cartel to get revenge for Tuco - what if it was Lalo who set out to do it, which would put him right up against Gus again? Do you have any thoughts on that, how things might pan out this way? You don't have to answer but I'd love your insight!

So I've been thinking about this for a while and I actually feel like going in to the logistics because I think it's entirely possible for Lalo to have survived into the BrBa timeline. Gus's plan to get rid of Lalo was actually pretty effective - get him thrown in jail, then get him out and force him to retreat to Mexico. Lalo is pretty cavalier about the charges he was facing but only because he had confidence he could get out on bail. A jailbreak from a US prison is not super likely, even for someone like Lalo. I can't imagine he would think sticking his nose in Gus's business was worth being arrested again.

Because at that point, all Lalo had was suspicion. He knew Gus was up to something, but had no idea what. Bolsa and Eladio were both very happy with all of the money Gus was bringing in and had zero incentive to listen to Lalo, which is why Lalo didn't really bring it up with Eladio, and why he went to Germany after the assassination attempt instead of just going to Eladio and being like "omg Fring tried to assassinate me!!!" Because he knew Eladio would not believe him, and would probably be really annoyed that Lalo was fucking with his top money maker just because the Salamancas had beef with him.

Gus's biggest mistake was sending the assassins. If he hadn't, it's likely all of Lalo's sniffing around would have come to nothing. Lalo was clearly a busy person before he showed up in ABQ - it's likely he would have found other business to attend to. Then again, as I've talked about before, Gus and Lalo's brains work in a very similar way, so maybe Gus knew that Lalo was way too stubborn to let it go. Which could have been true - but I think it's just as likely Lalo would have gotten bored with it, particularly since he couldn't do the nosing around himself.

Plus, Gus had Nacho in his pocket. Nacho could have told him everything that Lalo was up to, so he didn't have to worry about being taken by surprise. And with Nacho being the new man in the north, Gus really had the whole territory under control.

But on to Tuco. Maybe enough time had passed from the arrest for Lalo to consider carrying out the revenge himself, but I think the negotiations would have gone a lot differently - because with Lalo alive, there is a Salamanca who could be issuing orders, and Bolsa said that the Salamancas could keep their territory. The twins, bless them, are just not capable of running operations, which is why Tuco's death was the end of Salamanca control. Gus was in charge, so they needed to go through Gus. I'm sure that Bolsa and Eladio would insist that they didn't disrespect Gus by making a lot of trouble and interfering with the money coming in (I guess at this point the cartel is okay with Gus manufacturing meth? Because otherwise he couldn't say "you can't kill this guy, he's my cook.") But I think Lalo might go ahead and kill Walt anyway, figuring he'd ask for forgiveness rather than permission - a risky move when it come to Eladio, as Gus and Max found out, but the politics might be different for a Salamanca settling a blood debt

#i could be off about this so if anyone else has thoughts i'd be glad to hear them #gustavo fring #lalo salamanca #better call saul #breaking bad

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I personally think that all the protags and their friends do gift exchanges :] Demifiend gets everyone a Magatama which they all vehemently refuse to eat, Kazuya and Raidou get people regular Tokyo items because they’re... surprisingly rare, Devil Survivor Protag makes everyone personal mixtapes, etc

Happy Holidays!

Oooh, nice! I can see that.

I do see the cast of SMT in certain ways, especially since I write fanfic for them, so some of my choices might seem a bit weird outside of my head. I'm assuming that interdimensional travel is a thing. Also, on top of giving to friends, there's also a Secret Santa designed to give for people you don't know.

Kazuya gets people practical things, and I see him as someone who's good at cooking. He gives out new pots and pans, new knives, a new spatula.

Aoi would think carefully about what everyone would want before giving it. But she'd default to a big box of holiday treats. Including alcohol. She does not care if the recipient is underage. Either that, or she'd hand out training equipment, since I headcanon her as someone who loves sparring.

Aleph gets everyone guns. I think of him during the game as having difficulties grasping social conventions and niceties, since he only experienced one year of life (yes, he's two years old, but he spent the first year as a baby). When given the advice, "Give something that you would want," he straight up buys the guns he wants.

Hiroko winds up getting Aleph and Daleth stuffed toys, which they treasure. And since she's already at the store, she gets a stuffed animal for the Secret Santa.

Daleth brings out potions the fairies taught him to make.

Naoki is someone I think of as growing up poor. He'd discreetly measure someone and get them a nice warm jacket.

Hijiri gets copies of relatively obscure mythologies, which always turns out extremely useful in SMT.

Raidou, at Naoki's suggestion, gets a lot of stuff that's cheap and plentiful in his time, but will become valuable handmade antiques or specialty snacks in their time.

Flynn gets potted plants for everyone. He does not always get how difficult it is to take care of some of these plants, and he also gives plants that you wouldn't usually think of as a gift, such as rice plants in wet buckets.

Isabeau matches people to manga. Jonathan matches people to books. I have no idea what Walter would do.

Nanashi gives blankets and pillows, and they're super comfortable. Both Bonds and Anarchy Nanashi do this, but Anarchy!Nanashi enchants them to help people sleep better.

Asahi learns to brew her own liquor and beer, and gives that out as gifts. If anyone is concerned that she is under the legal drinking age, they don't show it.

Hallelujah winds up with a lot of money and connections thanks to his new job as a Yakuza boss, but he's trying to remain frugal. Part of it is that he's not inclined to luxury, but the other is that it really helps his image if he's not extravagant like Tayama was. So he'd get something that's nice, but not too nice, like the cheaper accessories at the Ginza Special Shop.

In the Anarchy universe where Hallelujah is the Goddess, he winds up blessing people for good health. Since I've got Dealing with Dragons on the brain, he ensures that nobody will ever have problems with their teeth.

Nozomi gives potted plants like Flynn, but she's a bit more aware of what you can and can't grow. So they're enchanted to be a bit hardier, and she writes down care instructions.

Toki gives almost everyone better weapons. Since you can't get better than Gungnir, she'd give Gaston a book on lance techniques. And since Hallelujah doesn't use weapons, she might give a book on meditation to improve his magic. She gives machetes to people she doesn't know.

Gaston gives jewelry, since that's what Luxurors give each other.

Navarre is exempt because he doesn't have any money, but he's good at giving suggestions to Gaston.

Danu makes things fertile. If they're farmers, their harvests are rich. If they keep animals, they give birth to more babies than usual. And if nothing applies, she gives good health.

Dagda firmly does not celebrate Christmas, but does participate in the Secret Santa gift exchange. It's a neverending thermos of porridge.

Dagda does, however, give Nanashi a gift: a 'get out of death free' card, stylized as a Monopoly card with Nanashi's name on it. He clarifies that the card itself is just a joke; the real gift is a promise to bring him back to life, and it doesn't matter if he loses the card. If Nanashi dies of something like illness or starvation, he'll cure or feed him so he doesn't die right away. And if he manages to die of old age, he'll give him time enough to say his goodbyes before dying for real (and/or let him scare people at his funeral).

Blasted Akira, he doesn't have a lot to give right now. He just gives out IOUs for stuff later, which includes, "Any one thing you want from the treasury."

Infernal Akira scavenges through trash for a living, and I'm thinking that he's not just good at repairing things, but making new things. Most of the usable parts would be used to improve his city, so he'd turn the scraps into a found artwork piece. At the same time, I can see him as someone who gifts very generously out of necessity; he needs the other Demonoids to like him or they'll overthrow him. He might get someone the newest video game console; probably gives Blasted Akira money so he can buy it for him. Big scary demon man in Tokyo would cause problems.

The Embryon generally has trouble with the prompt. Serph winds up giving the gift of friendship, and gives shooting lessons because that's what friends do. Heat gives a fully butchered dead demon, accompanied by a bottle of their blood; this poses problems to people who just think it's ordinary meat. Sera only has a vague idea of Christmas from holiday movies, so she gives out stereotypical gifts like a drum set, a working train set, and stuffed toys. Argilla tries baking a pie but it doesn't turn out well because she's learning how to cook solely from a cookbook. Gale thinks everyone likes math and gives a book on proofs he finds interesting. Cielo gives a mixtape.

I headcanon Roland as Jewish; it started with 'Blitz is a real surname and it fits him' and then turned into 'I knew a classmate with that name who was Jewish' and then into 'what the hell, Roland's Jewish now.' So he doesn't celebrate Christmas even if he has a better idea of what it is. He thinks about everything he missed when he was stuck underground, and decides on boxes of chocolates.

The Nahobino at this point would be God, so he might give out what looks like those coupons children give their parents (like, "clean my room without arguing"), but actually contain stuff like, "Use of a room where time stands still (yes there is internet access because magic)," "Instant transportation to any given location in the universe, round trip, safety guaranteed," and "Change the weather to anything you want, within reason." He also specifies that while they can be used on another's behalf, only the user can activate it; this is so that they get used up within the receiver's lifetime.

Maybe someone tries to argue that Aogami should join in. He winds up cleaning the air and oceans around Japan as his gift, saying that it's a gift to humanity, and they are humans. The receiver is too polite to fault his logic, and the Nahobino winds up discreetly giving them the same coupon gift as above, on the basis that he and Aogami are technically the same person.

#shin megami tensei #digital devil saga #smt #megaten #shin megami tensei i #shin megami tensei 4 #shin megami tensei nocturne #shin megami tensei apocalypse #shin megami tensei 5 #shin megami tensei v #shin megami tensei iv apocalypse #shin megami tensei iv #shin megami tensei ii #shin megami tensei 1 #shin megami tensei 2 #shin megami tensei iii nocturne

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Kuroki set his basket of chestnuts on the counter. His pile was larger than Ace and Deuce’s, and he was very proud of this fact. He shouldn’t have been, seeing as the only reason his was so large was that he had added Enma and Grim’s piles to his own for simplicity’s sake, but it is what it is.

Now, he looked around the school kitchens. Honestly, they weren’t all that different from what one would expect. Maybe a couple of the ingredients in a nearby pantry weren’t recognizable to him, but that was it. Outside of the staff, which were ghosts, but even then they were acting relatively normal. The few people tasked with closing were drying off dishes and putting away equipment for the night. If they weren’t translucent, he would have said nothing was off at all.

Kuroki recognized one as the chubby one from his dorm and waved him down. A nametag was on the ghost's apron, but it seemed more decorative than anything, as there was no actual name to be seen.

“Is it okay for us to use this?” Kuroki asked, eyeing the unfamiliar ghosts nervously. He had, more or less gotten used to the ones he lived with – out of necessity rather than any real trust, the body can’t really handle being that stressed for too long – but being around this many, especially while possibly breaking a rule, didn’t seem all that fun.

The ghost chuckled and ruffled Kuroki’s hair. He suppressed a shiver. It wasn’t cold or anything, but there really isn’t a way to get used to the idea of being touched by a ghost. “Kids come and cook here all the time, don’t worry. As long as you provide all the ingredients, and clean up after yourself, no one’s gonna mind.”

Ace’s hand crept for the knife rack. Apparently, he remembered the not-so-warm welcome he had gotten earlier that morning and wasn’t all that interested in a repeat. Though, really, it would be hard for him to get dropped from great heights in a normal room.

And then Ace tried to stab the ghost.

He sailed right through, obviously.

The ghost seemed more amused than offended, thankfully, bringing its hand up to press against its mouth, stifling chortling laughter.

Ace looked traumatized. He curled up on the floor, shivering.

Deuce frowned and nudged his foot against him. “That was rude, Ace.”

Good observation, Deuce. Attempted murder (re-murder?) was, in fact, rude.

Ace didn’t seem to care, if the way he pointed an accusatory finger at Kuroki meant anything. “Why did his hand not go through you?”

“It’s probably intent,” he said, rolling his eyes.

The ghost nodded, an approving smile on its face. “I intended on giving him a little headpat, I did not intend on getting stabbed.”

Kuroki sent a slightly smug look Ace’s way before deciding to prove his point. “See, look.”

He turned, intent on shoving his hand through the ghost despite how uncomfortable that was sure to make him, only to get stopped by an invisible barrier. The ghost made a punched-out sound and backed up about a meter to get away.

It was quiet for a second.

And then dread began to creep in. Kuroki hadn’t thought about it since, but he’d punched the tall ghost on the first day. Surely, the ghost hadn’t been intending that to happen. Which meant that he could interact with the ghosts consistently, regardless of their own wishes. Probably because he was from another world.

Deuce and Grim, bless their hearts, just looked mildly confused. But Ace and the ghost were looking at him. Despite their differences, their expressions were remarkably similar, as if they were trying to piece together a puzzle.

“Maybe it’s because I don’t have magic,” he offered up as an explanation, however weak.

Ace didn’t seem all that convinced, and neither did the ghost.

Thankfully, Trey (his all-time favorite senior and the resident lifesaver) chose that minute to walk in and distract everyone. He glanced up from his phone and blinked in mild surprise.

“Oh, you’re early,” he said, tucking his phone away. He gave a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck. “Or… on time. I wasn’t. Sorry, given the general feel of you guys I thought you would take forever to get here, so I didn’t rush.”

Kuroki smiled. “It’s a fair assessment. But Grim wouldn’t let us be late to anything where food is involved, so…”

Trey laughed a little, adjusting his glasses. “Alright, I’ll keep that in mind for the future. Do you guys want to help me set up?”

“I mean… want to…” Ace said, only to get shoved.

Deuce glared at him. “We’re only here for you. Help out.”

Ace scowled, and Kuroki privately celebrated the fact that the boy’s attention had been stolen away officially. And a glance around confirmed that the ghost had disappeared, quite literally. Another win for Kuroki Yuuya.

“You know, I haven’t forgotten that you’re only helping because you really like eggs – which is weird by the way.”

“Eggs are good!”

“I’m sorry, anyone that actually likes eggs is insane.”

Trey sighed and looked at Kuroki. “I guess it’s just you and me.”

“The downsides of being the only sane ones in the group,” Kuroki mused, trying for a smile.

Trey gave a grin, and his was far more convincing.

So, as Ace and Deuce (and Grim, who had joined the argument solely to get out of helping) argued, the pair set to work prepping the kitchen. They didn’t need much, as Trey had already come by earlier that day to bring their ingredients there, so all they really needed to do was find some bowls, measuring cups, and whisks/spatulas. They did, however, struggle a bit with propping up a cookbook in a way where it wouldn’t start to fall closed.

“I thought you knew how to make this stuff already,” Kuroki said, finally giving up and letting the book rest on the table normally. It was less aesthetic, but it would have to do.

“It’s there so I can point at it aggressively every time you guys start to mess up.”

Kuroki nodded sagely. He could get behind that.

Soon, they were done, and Trey turned to their ingredients pile.

His eyebrows raised. “You guys picked quite a bit.”

Kuroki frowned to himself, looking down at their gathered chestnuts. They’d gotten exactly 250, which was halfway between the two estimates Trey had given, so why was he surprised by the amount of them? Maybe the chestnuts were larger than he was used to… but, honestly, Kuroki thought they looked pretty average in size. Maybe chestnuts were smaller in this other world? And something on campus made them bigger –?

Ack. Enma had infected him. Help.

He shook his head to clear it of the Enma-ness and smiled at Trey. “Right, what’s first?”

“Well, since there’s so much, peeling all of it is gonna be a challenge, so we’re going to all work together to do that.”

Grim groaned and settled himself on Kuroki’s shoulders. “Wake me when we get to the good part.”

Kuroki sighed and reached up to scratch the monster behind the ear, and then walked over to the sink to wash his hands so he could get started.

It wasn’t long before Grim discovered that trying to be on Kuroki’s shoulder while the boy peeled chestnuts was not fun, and so he resigned himself to helping.

… well… ‘helping’.

Really, he was just complaining about how his doing manual labor was actually the worst thing anyone has ever experienced, and how he had suffered more than the animals that made up Professor Crewel’s coat.

And then Trey, an innocent man who had not yet been exposed to Ace, Deuce, and Grim long enough to know when things were going to end terribly, had suggested that everyone that could use magic should. Especially since Grim specialized in fire magic, and the easiest way to peel chestnuts was to warm them beforehand.

Do you see where this is going?

Yeah, they had to put out a kitchen fire.

Again.

For the second time that day.

And he was pretty sure they couldn’t ruin this kitchen with a million cauldrons.

Kuroki groaned as he swatted the last of the flames out with a random kitchen towel. He would have leaned over the counter to rest, but the counter was currently scorching hot and smelled like ash. Which Kuroki would rather avoid, thank you.

So, they roasted the chestnuts the normal way. In an oven.

Somehow, Deuce managed to burn himself in the process. Don’t ask Kuroki how, he had been wearing oven mitts, it just happened. Such is life for one Kuroki Yuuya.

Then, they were onto peeling the chestnuts.

Trey had not, apparently, learned from the kitchen fire incident. He suggested magic, again, as that would make it go faster and there really were a lot of chestnuts…

This one didn’t go quite as terribly. At least, the kitchen remained as intact as it had been before they’d started. It did, however, lead to everyone competing to peel their chestnuts the fastest. The actual quality of the peeling went down considerably, and Trey ended up having to go over almost all of their chestnuts to make sure they got all of the food necessary, but hey. Clearly, there was nothing more important than Ace’s attempts to prove that he was better without magic than Deuce and Grim were with it.

And, granted, Ace was, seemingly, right.

“Look, I did this one super perfectly,” said Ace, showing off the singular chestnut that he had done well on.

“Huh,” said Trey. “Looks like you’re more dexterous than I thought you’d be.”

“Just a bit,” said Ace, scratching his cheek in the kind of way a genuinely shy, embarrassed but pleased person might. Then, he used the finger to tug down on his bottom eyelid and stuck his tongue out at Grim and Deuce. “I’m definitely better than Mr. Serious and That Cat over there.”

Deuce frowned. “Hey, I’ve peeled some nicely, too!” He pointed at the best of his batch. “See, look, I’m good at this!”

Grim sent a warning puff of flames out, but they petered out just a meter in front of his face so no one actually ended up hurt this time. “Mine are good, too. Right, Henchman?”

Kuroki glanced over at the mess of shells and nuts that was Grim’s workstation. He was 99% sure that the chestnuts were going to be pureed, so this shouldn’t be a problem. With that in mind, he nodded dutifully. As any good henchman should.

Deuce huffed. “Biased.”

“Yeah, get someone else to judge you,” said Ace. He looked at Trey pointedly.

Their senior gave a nervous little laugh and that placating kind of smile Kuroki often saw on Ito when they were humoring them.

“Good to see you all have so much energy,” Trey evaded the question. “We still have quite a lot left to go.”

“It’s not energy,” Kuroki muttered under his breath. “They’re just competitive idiots.”

(Kuroki did not get competitive, too. Do not listen to Ace, Deuce, Grim, or Trey. He did not gloat about his perfectly done pile when he was done. Everything they say is lies and slander, and he was going to sue them once he had enough money to afford a lawyer so he could take their money. Which was rightfully his, as he needed to pay for a therapist that he could rant to about the lies and slander they promoted.)

Then, as Kuroki had expected, they moved on to pureeing. There was nothing interesting to note here, other than Kuroki’s arms nearly falling off and the fact that Deuce managed to get another burn when he wasn’t even near the stove.

Trey looked like he regretted ever suggesting that he help them bake. Partially because there was a monster clawing at his arms, trying to get him to stop carrying him like a football. Which was fair of him to do, considering Grim had tried to dunk a paw in the puree for a taste. No one wants monster fur in their food.

“How much more is there…?” Grim whined, and Kuroki took the monster from Trey so he could soothe him with head scratches.

Trey stretched out his arm, looking it over for any kinds of cuts the monster left, and then smiled when he found that it was mostly fine. “Not much. We just need to mix butter and sugar into the chestnut paste, and then add the secret ingredient.”

Kuroki looked up curiously. “Secret ingredient?”

“Yep. Oyster sauce!”

“Oyster sauce?!” They all chorused in perfect, horrified unison.

Trey nodded easily. “Of course! The umami of the oyster adds a kind of richness to the cream.” He pulled a bottle of oyster sauce from his bag. A very cute, cartoon walrus smiled up at them all from the label. “All famous patisseries use this in their tarts.”

Deuce picked it up gingerly. “My mom uses that sometimes… are you sure? It’s pretty salty...”

Ace frowned thoughtfully. “I mean, some people put chocolate in their curry. They say it makes it taste better. Maybe this is the same kind of principle?”

Kuroki gave it a doubtful look but, really, who was he to argue? Trey baked all the time. Kuroki only ever followed recipes, and they never seemed to turn out as amazing as the people online gushed that they were, so –.

Trey finally cracked, his smile turning sharp. He brought a hand up in an attempt to cover it, but they all saw, and he laughed at their offended expressions. He almost doubled over, he was laughing so hard.

… congrats, Kalim-senpai, you’re Kuroki’s favorite senior now.

“Pff – sorry, I – hahaha – you should see your faces!”

Ace scowled and rested his head on his hand. “Man, I went through all that effort to justify it and you were lying.”

“Obviously,” Trey said. “I mean, who in their right mind puts oyster sauce in a dessert? I mean, seriously, if you’d thought about it for just a second you’d know something was up.”

“I did think about it. To try and make sense of it,” Ace said bitterly.

Trey pretended not to hear him. “Take this as a lesson from your resident upperclassman: never accept things without a healthy amount of skepticism, okay?”

“But we did have skepticism, you just gaslit us,” Kuroki argued.

“Gaslighting is a strong word,” said Trey.

“What is it with this place and people that look nice but have a dark side?” Grim asked, his gaze trained up at the ceiling as if he could find an answer among the water stains. “I mean, this guy tells lies like it's nothing.”

“Yeah…” said Kuroki. Only to frown. “Wait, who else have you seen that’s like that?”

Grim glanced down just long enough to throw him the most incredulous look Kuroki had ever received.

“Ohhhh, Enma,” said Kuroki, nodding sagely.

Grim looked so tired.

Trey chuckled a little and quickly set about moving on from their little lesson in manipulation. “Right, so we just need to add some cream and – oh.”

Deuce frowned and leaned over the man’s shoulder to peer at what he was, but he didn’t seem to see anything wrong.

“You guys got so many chestnuts that I don’t have enough cream to mix into the marron paste.”

Deuce nodded sagely, as if he understood what was going on, and leaned back. “I can go pick up some stuff from the store, if you need it.”

Trey smiled gratefully. “Yeah, and if you’re going could you pick up a few extra things for me?”

He rattled off a list of things slowly, so Deuce could type it all into the notes app of his phone, and Deuce hummed as he quietly scanned it over.

Then, he looked up at Kuroki. “Could you help me carry it back?”

And, normally, Kuroki would have tried to pawn it off on Ace, because he didn’t want to walk all the way to Sam’s shop… but then he would miss out on a perfect opportunity to annoy Enma at work. And you can’t have that.

So, Grim curled around the back of his neck like usual (because the monster didn’t want to just watch Ace and Trey line some pie tins, and Kuroki was better at keeping him in line anyways), he followed Deuce out the door.

It didn’t take long for them to get to Sam’s shop, it was purposefully close to the school building. Probably because the mirror room was in the school, and it would be very inconvenient for all of the students if the only on-campus shop was too far away.

As they approached, Kuroki braced himself for the wave of fear he had felt earlier, but it never came. The tension bled out of his shoulders, swept away by the wave of relief that washed over him.

He was even more relieved when he looked through the window and saw the group of people crowded around something by the register.

“Well, obviously, if you’re sorting by magic type, fire and light should be with each other,” Ito was saying, their voice garbled through the glass, and they wrote something down.

Enma nodded. “And null should be as far away from light as possible.”

Sam shook his head. “Actually, null and light are basically the same power, it just depends on the person using the spell.”

Enma’s mouth dropped open, surely preparing to ask about that, but Sam’s attention was stolen away by the three customers making their way inside. There was no bell over the door to signal their entrance, and yet he seemed to have a kind of sixth sense for their appearance.

“Little ghouls!” Sam said brightly. “Nice to see you again!”

Kuroki waved. Grim hopped off of his shoulders, onto a nearby shelf. “Woah, look at all this swa –... cool stuff!” He pointed at a skull, which Kuroki wouldn’t classify as ‘cool’, personally, but sure. “These kind of look like the crystals we found in the mine.”

Oh, cool, there were crystals next to the skull. That was less disturbing.

Deuce leaned close to a bound, leather book with strange inscriptions on the cover. “Is that a real grimoire?”

“Yup! And there’s a taxidermy raccoon,” Enma chimed in, pointing to the unfortunate little guy, high up on a nearby shelf. “I think we should save up to give it to Ace. I think he’d appreciate it.”

“Especially if we just leave it in his room and don’t warn him,” Ito added.

Enma nodded rapidly.

Deuce raised an eyebrow. “What did Ace do to deserve that?”

“What didn’t he do?”

“Point,” Deuce conceded. He looked around some more. “Is there really basic cooking stuff here, though?”

“Uh… yeah,” said Enma, pointing to the other side of the store, which was apparently just a normal supermarket with a purple and black theme. “How do people keep missing that?”

Sam smiled and shrugged his shoulders wordlessly.

Deuce blinked in surprise. “I swear that wasn’t there before.”

Ito snickered. “What? You thought the entirety of the only store on campus was devoted to this kind of stuff? Obviously, there had to be more.”

“Ito, you didn’t see it either, at first.”

Ito opened their mouth to retort, but Grim had noticed something very important nearby that necessitated all of their attention:

“Henchman, look, they have tuna!”

He laughed nervously. “Later, Grim-sama, um… we’re going to be carrying so much back, really, so we shouldn’t –.”

Enma smiled. “Actually, I already got him some, you don’t have to worry about that.”

Kuroki has suddenly decided that Enma is his favorite dormmate.

Speaking of…

He turned to Ito. “What’re you doing here?”

“Well, Enma would have been insufferable if I went to you again.”

Sam glanced up from his side conversation with Deuce – it was uninteresting and clearly unnecessary, even if their conversation was the one most concerned with getting the items Trey asked for and moving the plot along – to raise an eyebrow at Enma, who nodded and mouthed something that might have been ‘They’re right, I would have been’.

“And,” they continued. “I’m technically still at work. I categorized everything in the library by general subject and I figured I’d need the help of someone that actually knows magic to figure out what went where.”

Kuroki frowned. “Shouldn’t Crowley have helped? Isn’t he your boss?”

It was very quiet as Ito and Enma looked at him. Ito looked mildly incredulous, Enma looked amused at the very idea.

He shied a little beneath their stares. “Right, yeah.”

“– right up, little imp.” Sam finished having the boring plot conversation, and now looked up to call, “Enma-kun.” Enma perked up immediately. “Help me find everything on this list before your shift ends?”

Enma went off to do his job. Depressing.

Kuroki pouted. “Can’t believe that he stole Enma. What’s next? Crowley takes you back to your job?”

“Don’t say that,” Ito begged. “What if you summon him? I’m pretty sure you can summon faeries with their names. I don’t wanna work again.”

Deuce, Kuroki, and Grim all met eyes for just a second. And, in that second, Kuroki swore that they were all connected briefly by one simple goal: annoying their friend.

“CrowleyCrowleyCrowleyCrowleyCrowleyCrowleyCrowley –.”

Eventually, Enma came back from the war.

Bearing the items they needed. Yay!

Enma hesitated to leave work, but Sam insisted that it was his first day and he should have fun with his friends, and said friends were intent on dragging him along regardless – possibly literally if they had to. So, he clocked out and, after one last cheerful wave in Sam’s direction, followed them out. Which was great. He was easily the strongest person in their group, outside of maybe Deuce (Kuroki still hadn’t forgotten The Cave Incident, thank you very much), and Sam had tried to sell them a virtual assistant to carry their bags. With both Enma and Deuce carrying the heavy things, they had a good reason not to splurge on the unnecessary, yet tempting, item.

They started to head back to the kitchens, but then Kuroki stopped, remembering something important:

“Hey, Ito, should we stop by the library and let clock you out?”

“Nah,” said Ito, waving him off lazily. “If he insists on severely underpaying me, I’m going to claim false overtime.”

And who can argue with that?

So, they continued on their merry way.

Deuce glanced at Kuroki out of the corner of his eyes. “Do you need help with that?”

Kuroki raised an eyebrow. “I just have a carton of eggs, Deuce,” he said, lifting the bag to prove his point.

(He had noticed the others’ hesitance to make him carry anything heavy, and a part of him was offended that they thought he couldn’t carry a jug of milk, but it was fine. He had been out of breath a lot more than normal, recently. Also, he didn’t like carrying heavy things.)

Deuce shifted the bag on his arm and held out a hand for Kuroki’s regardless.

Kuroki didn’t quite hiss at him, because he wasn’t one of the animals he loved so dearly, but he came pretty damn close.

He got an eyeroll for it.

“I carry a bunch of grocery bags all the time. I can take it.”

Ito smiled bemusedly. “Oh, so you were one of those ‘all in one trip’ guys?”

“No – well, yeah, but…” Deuce snickered. “My mom is always a fiend during sales, and I don’t want to make her carry it, so…” he shrugged.

Enma raised an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t your dad have done it? Or did you have that much?”

“I don’t ha –...” Deuce glanced away. “I’m the only guy in my household, y’know?”

The mood sombered just slightly.

After a second’s hesitation, Kuroki passed him the carton of eggs. And knocked his shoulder against his lightly. “Well, if you insist…” He said.

Deuce gave a halfhearted kind of grin and added it to the many bags on his arm.

It was quiet for a minute as they all walked.

“It’s nice to see you’re so close with your mom,” Kuroki said, eventually.

Deuce shook his head just slightly. “You don’t have to do this.”

Kuroki held up his hands in a kind of surrender. He was perfectly happy not getting into that kind of conversation.

“Sorry for bringing down the mood and talking your ear off and... especially since you guys…” Deuce flinched. “Right. You guys can’t even talk to your moms. This was messed up of me.”

Ito smiled, even if there was something kind of strained about it. “Two things can be sad, Deuce.”

Another silence hung in the air. They had all survived quite a terrible thing the day before, and that had bonded them, and they got along… but they were all, still, fundamentally strangers. And teenage strangers, really, which meant that this kind of conversation was only ever going to be awkward, and halting, and pretty much all the worst things about newfound friendships but now made a million times worse by hormones.

But maybe they didn’t want to be strangers anymore.

At least then there would be fewer awkward moments, and thank god for that.

For now, though, they have to work toward a time where they could be something more:

“Do you want to talk about it…?” Deuce offered.

The Yuus glanced at each other.

And then Enma sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I – uh – wasn’t really close to my parents,” he admitted. “We fought a lot. Over dumb things, really. They would give me something, and I would always be more interested in how it worked than the thing itself. Frustrated them, y’know? They thought I was ungrateful, I guess.” He grimaced. “I used to be close to my grandma, before she…” He waved a hand vaguely. “Y’know.”

Which, Kuroki supposed, made things make more sense. If Enma wasn’t close to any of his surviving family members, of course his main concern upon ending up in another world would be something trivial, like a Kendo match. It was probably the thing he cared about most, as terrible as it was.

Enma sighed again, and took a moment to fix the bags on his arm before knocking his shoulder against Ito’s. “Right, I was vulnerable. Your turn.”

Ito groaned a little, mumbling something that was probably unkind in Spanish, but Kuroki would never know for sure. And then they shrugged. “I miss them,” they said simply.

They got a couple of blank looks.

They sighed and hugged their carton of milk tighter, visibly resigning themselves to the fact that they had to at least spare a few sentences about their headspace. “My family is everything to me. I really fucking miss them. I want them to be okay. But I also want them to miss me, too? Does that make sense? Probably not.” They ran a hand through their hair, seeming frustrated. “But I was already expecting to be at school until the holidays – boarding school, y’know? And I have you guys. So, really it’s all good.”

They got a few doubtful expressions, but they ignored it.

And then they tapped Kuroki on the back. “Right. I’m done. Tag. You’re it.”

Kuroki rolled his eyes, but they quickly found their way back to the floor.

“My parents were usually away on business and all that… shit. This isn’t much different, to be honest.”

Outside of the fact that he had friends here.

He tugged his jacket tighter around himself. “Not that interesting. We weren’t close. I miss them, a little, I think, but…”

Would he mind if Crowley never found a way for them to go home?

He wasn’t supposed to be here, that he knew. Maybe just the fact that they were all here was ruining the very fabric of reality. Maybe someone would find out and they’d spend the rest of their lives in a lab, getting experimented on.

Enma might like that.

He snorted a little at the thought, but the amusement was short-lived.

He glanced at the three people and monster that hung on his every word, and found that he rather liked this reality. Back in the old world, he had drifted through life, laying low, talking to no one.

He had been a ghost in his own world. Wasn’t it ironic that he only ever seemed to come alive after stepping out of a coffin?

But that was so complicated to explain, and would a teenager ever really admit to such a thing so readily anyways?

“I don’t know,” he finished lamely.

The air remained remarkably somber for just a few moments more.

And then Grim piped up with his thoughts on the matter: “I think families are for pussies.”

Maybe it was the abruptness. Maybe it was the relief of having the tension in the air break. Maybe it was a mix of both.

Regardless, a chorus of laughter rose to meet the monster’s declaration.

“Gri – Grim, you are a cat-themed monster,” Deuce said, trying to stifle his laughter with his hand. “Literally a pussy.”

Grim, of course, puffed up in anger, especially since the three Yuus only laughed harder at Deuce’s observation. He sent a tiny puff of flames Deuce’s direction, but they fizzled out far before they could hit the boy, so it was safe to say that this was just a warning shot.

Unfortunately, the blue flames caught the attention of two people who would have walked past them otherwise:

Egg Guy and Lackey.

“Christ, watch where you aim that – wait a minute.” Egg Guy scowled. “Aren’t you the dickheads that messed up the egg in my carbonara earlier?”

Ito groaned. “Aw, damn. Consequences for my actions.”

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Confidental Composition//Bakugo

!!!MINORS DNI!!! 18+ONLY !!!

This is the first part of my little 'Teachers Pet Series' (I will add the link once I got all parts covered and the right ideas).

Summary: A simple task fucked up late at night as you send the wrong version of a piece of homework to your English literature teacher Mister Bakugo. Of course, he would want to see you after class the next day. But not for the reasons you might think. Pairing: Docent!Bakugo x afab!student!y/n // Words: 4.2k+ Side note: Insert a friend or random name you want for X :)

TW: nsfw: slow burn (sorry), spanking with a ruler, hair pulling, being bend over a desk, calling him sir, spitting, choking, dirty talk, degrading, slight praise

„Write an essay about the worst description of a woman or coitus. In the essay, explain why it is bad and then rewrite it. At least 30 pages, max. 60 pages (sources and any other extras you please to include, excluded). Due Date: 8 weeks from now on, 35% worth of your end grade. Questions can be asked per E-Mail, or, if you must, I’m free every Wednesday afternoon for meetings strictly for this essay and this essay only.“

A sigh left your lips as you starred at the piece of paper for the tenth time today ever since he handed it out to you and your classmates. The options you had were endless, you knew so many bad pieces about both topics and could write more than 100 pages about them as well. Everyone in class you talked to had decided on their topic already, some were even further. It was X who told you to just write the topics on a piece of paper and let fate do its work.

Black ink on a badly ripped blue note decided that you were going to write about a sex scene. Just now that you thought about it, rewriting something like that for your professor to read was an awfully stupid idea, yet you decided to listen to a small piece of paper.

At first, you were going to go with Fifty Shades of Grey but you felt like the choice was chewed up and spat out. It took you three days to finally decide on a book and once you settled there was no turning back. Considering your ignited interest in this topic you weren’t surprised when you were done within the first four weeks. Knowing the editing is going to take another week, maybe even a week and a half, you decided to take a small break, just one or two days off. On your second day, you decided to visit the new coffee shop that had just opened up around the corner.

Never had you expected to see your professor near your living spot. You were about to greet him when you noticed his pissed-off expression on his face and only now did you spot the woman behind him. She grabbed his arm and made him turn on the relatively small and empty street.

„Suki you can’t be serious,“ she was angry and hurt, while he seemed to be angry and annoyed. Not much of a difference than to how you see him on the daily, to be honest. „Are you fucking stupid? Of course, I’m fucking god damn serious. It was your choice to cheat on me and now I choose to throw you on the streets where you apparently belong, go ask one of your little boy toys to take you in for all I care,“ you were frozen in place, not entirely sure what to do. Right now your eyes were glued on his chest that was clad in a tight, black pullover, rising up and down heavily as his nostrils were flared caused by his anger. „Because you gave me no choice! If you like that sort of weird, rough shit then paddle your own canoe! I need something soft and tender-,“ before she could finish her sentence he laughed. Cold and slightly maniac in a way.

„Then get some fucking chicken! If you don’t like how I’m in bed then break up with me and piss off but don’t send my best friend a nude to ask him to come over. Even a ten-year-old would see how stupid that is,“at that moment your eyes met. His eyebrows were furled together, red eyes expression furry and disgust. Blond hair usually styled like he was going to be on the cover of Vogue, like he had been before, now slightly messy. Plump lips slightly apart to let his teeth shine through slightly before wetting them with his tongue. Your eyes widened and before you knew what you were doing you waved at him, making him cock his eyebrows in confusion for a second before noticing it was you who he was looking at. Turning on your heels you walked past busy crowds of people as you walked back home, trying to understand what you had just seen and why your angry professor had turned you on more than anyone had done before.

It was a stupid idea to ditch the next teaching unit of his but you had absolutely no clue how you were going to look at him. You knew teachers had a private life themselves, but never would you have guessed that you would run into one of them in your small area. As far as you knew he lived across town according to the very, very few private stories he had shared in magazines.

„Dear Professor,

down below is my finished project as an attachment in form of a PDF. I know you request it to be printed as well and I had planned to hand it in today, but sadly I came down with the flu. I’m looking forward to attending your next unit in the following week.

Have a nice week,

Y/N Y/L/N“

Maybe he had forgotten that you were there already and you were worrying too much about it. You were his student, nothing more, nothing less. Bakugo could care less about you, right? The flu did go around a lot right now, so it wouldn’t be completely unthinkable that you were sick. Itching eyes signaled you that it was time to go to bed now, so you closed your laptop and went to bed, not knowing what the next day will hold for you.

X had waited for you at the main entrance the next day to give you all the information you might need and ask why you weren’t there, considering it was obvious that you had the flu for one day only. At first, you were hesitant to explain what you had witnessed, it was messy already and you doubt Mister Bakugo would want the fight to go viral at his workplace. „Just one of those days you know? I had my mind completely full and felt like crap,“ that was the best excuse you could come up with, a white little lie that wouldn’t harm anyone. „Glad to see you’re doing- Oh, hello Professor,“ X smiled at someone behind you. There was no need to turn around to know who it was, the scent of his very expensive and extremely beguiling perfume clouding your mind. „Hello,“ his gruff voice greeted your friend shortly as you turned around, met with his muscular chest. You didn’t expect him to be so close to you, but here you were, tilting your head slightly as you looked up to him through your lashes, feeling not just your cheeks growing hot. „Good morning Sir,“ your voice sounded a lot more confident than you were feeling. Bakugo clenched his fist around the fake leather of his bag, his red eyes starring right into your soul as you had no chance of escaping whatever was going to happen next. „Miss Y/L/N, just the person I was looking for,“ fuck. „You were?“ X and you said at the same time, but your friend decided to excuse themself after a single glare from the older man. „How may I help you, Professor?“ You asked after swallowing down the anxious feeling that threatened to rise. „I received your Mail yesterday, with the PDF,“ okay, why did he search you just to tell you he got your assignment? Was it that bad? „But I’m relatively sure that it was the wrong one, considering I doubt that you want your teacher to know that 'this shit is so bad, but I wouldn’t mind being bent over a writing desk like that' with a smirking emoji at the end,“ only when his finger pushed your chin upwards gently you noticed that it was agape, shame filling every molecule in your body as you already planned your escape out of this country. Nobody was near you to see the weirdly intimidating scene happening between you and your teacher.

„Also I know you didn’t have the flu. I don’t appreciate being lied to. Tomorrow five p.m. in my office, don’t be late or you will get in more trouble. Send me the actual version tonight so I can grade it. I won’t let something as unprofessional as this slide again, understood?“ You nodded, taking in all of the information given to you, and somewhat in all of this mess felt thankful that he was giving you a second chance. The man in front of you rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, ordering you to speak up. „Yes Sir, thank you,“ you sounded more confident than you felt inside. „Good,“ was all Bakugo said before he turned around, leaving you behind in the big hall dumbfounded and confused… And horny.

As if Chronos himself felt immense joy in your misery, minutes appeared to be hours and the panic inside of you only grew the closer you came to five in the afternoon. You tried everything, watching a show, listening to podcasts and audiobooks, reading a book you had put of for so long, went outside, cooked something, worked on another assignment, stopped yourself from destroying your hair, made the phone call you so desperately had put off and it’s still only ten p.m on the same day. How was that even possible? As you laid in bed you tossed and turned, the thought of your really hot teacher all angry, breathing heavily, his hands roaming your body. It was hard to pinpoint exactly when those thoughts turned into a very lucid dream, but when you woke up in the morning, already an hour too late to your first period, all you wanted to do was scream into your pillow.

Considering first class is canceled, you wanna go grab breakfast? X texted you.

Canceled? Checking your mails you saw your teacher had sent out a mail, excusing themselves and explaining they came down with the flu. A blessing in disguise. You let X know that you would meet up at the building and go grab something near it. Once agreed, you took a quick shower, a moment of peace given to you as water hit your body. There was no way you could do anything between your last class and the meeting with Professor Bakugo, so you tried to look your best possible for the next upcoming hours.

Suddenly time flew by and the closer you got the more you begged for a little bit more time, for him to postpone it, anything. But no, here you were, five minutes early and looking around to spot the blond man with no luck. „Miss Y/L/N. Step inside,“ you jumped slightly as his voice boomed up behind you, not expecting him to be in the office already.

Once you walked inside you were stunned about how clean everything was, no matter where you looked it was neat. His books were sorted alphabetically with marks between them to let him know when a new letter began. As far as you could tell he used cherry wood for his pieces of furniture, a big, black carpet in a corner underneath a small seating area, and some books placed on the table. Even his paperwork was stacked in order. Big glass windows allowed the evening sun to fall into the room, its warmness kissing your skin while you were seated in front of him, a big writing desk between the two of you, on it your work.

It was quiet for a short moment, before he leaned back in his chair, red eyes mustering you up and down which didn’t help at all. „What would you like to talk about first? Your assignment or the fact that you lied to me?“ Why was he so bothered by your lie? You knew plenty of students calling in sick every once in a while even though they aren’t. „I apologize for both of it. It shouldn’t have happened and I learned from my mistake,“ you were hoping that it would ease his anger a little bit but he seemed more worked up than usual. „Although I don’t understand why you are so angry at me for it? Plenty students lie-,“ „Yes, but they aren’t stupid enough to make it so obvious,“ he interrupted you. „I could care less about who’s missing my class, it’s their fault in the end if they decide learning is unnecessary. However you are one of my top students, I expected better from you. You could have excused yourself with no explanation. But you chose to add the feeble lie about being sick for what?“

You took in a deep breath, feeling as if another lie would be caught immediate, so you had no other choice but to tell him the real reason: „I heard the fight you had with the woman you were with, in the café, and I didn’t know how to react when I see you in your class,“ there was a small moment where he looked honestly confused before something clicked in his brain. „So it was you who I saw. What did you hear?“ „I can’t really rem-,“ „One more lie and I will lose my temper, don’t test me,“ shit, why was he turning you on so much right now. He’s your teacher for god’s sake and angry at you, this wasn’t the right time. „That she doesn’t agree with certain things in your private life,“ „Like?“ he knew you tried to talk around it, yet he wanted you to talk about, to see you embarrassed again, he liked that look on you. „The way you fuck,“ it was said before your brain could even comprehend the words, another apology laying at the tip of your tongue but his next question cut you off before you could say something else. „Why were you there in the first place? I’ve been there a few times and never saw you or any other student,“ he explained. „Because I live close by?“ It sounded more defiantly than you had wanted, causing your opponent to cock his eyebrow.

„I feel like you’re forgetting who’s the authority figure here,“ he walked up to his door, locking it before coming back. Now he was right in front of you, slightly sitting on his desk and the sleeves of his button-up shirt pushed up a little. „No sir, I’m sorry,“ „You see, the problem is, I don’t really believe you,“ with that he pulled you up, bodies pressed against each other, letting you feel his toned torso while the muscles in his arms flexed slightly.

„You lied to me once already, I think I have to teach you a lesson,“ everything happened so fast and you suddenly found yourself face down on his desk with his hand between your shoulder blades, the other one grabbing his wooden ruler. „If I recall correctly this is what you wanted right?“ His voice was low, slightly above a whisper as his upper body was pressed against your back while he pulled a few hair strands from your face. „Yes, but Professor I don’t think this is a good idea,“ your inner voice yelled at you, saying this was the best idea ever, angry that you possibly ruined your dreams coming true.

„Tell me to stop and I will do so immediately. Your choice. There will be no consequences if you worry about that,“ he reassured you, waiting for you to get up and run, but you didn’t and the current position allowed him to feel you clench your legs. „So?“ He asked again, the ruler in his hand basically burning with the anticipation of hitting your skin. „No, don't stop,“ you breathed, awaiting his next move.

„Good,“ with that he exposed your raised ass, your underwear the only thing between your bare skin and the wood that came down upon it, one foot raising in the air because of the sudden pain. „From now on if you say stop I won’t listen, you will tell me how you feel through colors. If it’s too much you tell me red and I will drop everything, understood?“ Another spank was delivered to the same spot.

„Yes,“ another one. You weren’t sure if he hit harder or if your skin turned more sensitive with every blow.

„It’s sir to you,“ you could feel him lunge out but shortly before the ruler came down he stoped, laughing slightly at your small jump.

„Yes sir,“ another one.

„You’re going to apologize every time my ruler paints your cute ass even redder, got it?“ You nodded your head, a moan escaping the back of your throat as he spanked you yet again.

„One more thing, be a good girl and stay quiet, wouldn’t wanna get caught now do we?“ He knew it was going to be torture for you to follow his order the more he continued and in a way he wanted you to fail. There was so much build-up inside of him and it appears that you were willing enough for him to use you as he pleased. That’s why you were his favorite. Bakugo knew what he was doing was wrong and he never expected to feel this way for one of his students but forbidden fruit tastes the best.

You stopped counting after the seventh blow, sorries, sirs and small whimpers fall from your lips as if they were your whole vocabulary. At one point you started crying, tears mixed with mascara running down your cheeks. He tried to remember something that turned him on more than the sight of your messed-up body with no luck. Everything build up inside of him, everything itching in his hands, the inner desires he had to soften for his ex, it all was going to come down on you. His thick girth twitched at the simple thought of finally being surrounded by your dripping wet cunt.

A warm soft hand rubbed over your bruised flesh while the other one found its way into your hair to pull you up to him, your back arched.

„What are you sorry for?“ Your mind was clouded with pleasure and pain, the only thought right now was the feeling of his dick print right between your sore cheeks. „I asked my little bitch a question, I expect you to fucking answer,“ this time he spanked you with his hand but it was just as intense as his ruler. „I don’t know,“ you breathed, a soft moan slipping out of you when his thumb barely circled your throbbing clit. „You’re just apologizing because you want me to use you?“ You could hear him chuckle lowly before he pushed your underwear to the side, his middle finger now playing with you. „Yes sir,“ Katsuki couldn’t hear a single ounce of shame in your voice and he wondered how long you had been thinking about him like this before.

„I never expected you to be such a dumb, cock hungry whore,“ The sound of his belt hitting the floor was dull like it was far away from you but at the same time, you felt him closer than before. Strong hands around your waist turned you around and once again he lifted your head with his finger underneath your chin, studying your ruined make-up as if he was memorizing every little detail he never wanted to forget. The blond, muscular man lifted you with ease, your behind getting a small moment of cooling as it hit his wooden desk.

Bakugo dried your tears slightly with his thumb, smearing it even more. „Only for you,“ you whispered and in that moment he couldn’t stop himself, he just had to kiss you. Not sweet and gentle, but passionately and hungry, like he was poisoned and your kiss was the antidote. The hand behind your head traveling to the front as you were laid down completely.

„If I had known before I would have fucked you so much sooner,“ with one hard thrust he was buried deep inside of you, one hand over your mouth because he knew you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet and the other one around your throat, squeezing shut and watching you struggle against it slightly. Your professor was thicker than what you were used to and you didn’t know how good it would feel until now. With the first few snaps of his hips, you knew you never wanted to feel something else anymore.

Your hands went to his arms and you tugged on them, causing him to let go as the blood found its way back to your brain. „Color?“ he asked, afraid you weren’t able to handle him. „Green,“ was all you could get out before another moan cut off your ability to talk.

„Good girl,“ he whispered into your ear, kissing down from your earlobe to your shoulder before sucking on a rather sensitive spot. Both of your wrists were held over your head with his left hand, with the explanation that he doesn’t appreciate being stopped while using you however he pleased. The right hand was going from between your chest after he admired your bouncing tits thoroughly, to your stomach to connect with your most sensitive bundle of nerves. Bakugo switched from circles to eights, from fast to slow, but the harshness of his hips never haltered.

„I know you wanna scream right now, but I can’t allow that. Can’t let others hear what a dirty slut you are for me right now. I promise I will fuck you in my house if you behave now. You can moan my name as much as you want. Or maybe I will gag you, watch you drool all over yourself. Maybe I will tie you up and edge you for an hour straight until you’re begging me to fuck you, you like the sound of that, huh? I can feel you squeezing around me,“ another chuckle left his plump lips as he watched you struggle to stay up on your feet.

„Maybe I will let you choke on my dick while I work on something for the next lesson. Gonna use you as my little cum dump. Let you think about it again when I talk about it in front of the whole class. Do-,“ you were so close when a sudden knock on the door startled you both, but he never once stopped what he was doing, if anything he went even harder, whispering into your ear to be quiet for him.

„Hey Kat, your ex is outside and says she wants to talk, want me to send her in?“ It was the psychologist professor Shinso, his voice as done and deep as usual. „No, I’m occupied,“ Bakugo saw your mouth open after you fought so hard against it, he couldn’t let you moan, not right now. He did the first thing he could think of, spitting into it and watching you swallow. Oh, he would definitely film you do this with his cum covering you everywhere and the thought brought him slightly closer to his release. „Still grading papers huh? I don’t get where you got all of that energy from,“ his voice was blurred out by Bakugo whispering into your ear. „Do you want me to tell you what we're doing right now? Let him know I’m fucking my little toy stupid right now?“ And while you were shaking your head no it was the last straw for you and you found yourself grabbing his hand to put over your mouth, biting your lips until you tasted blood to muffle the scream you couldn’t stop. Bakugo cursed under his breath when he could feel you throbbing around his dick and your nails digging into his arm. „Tell her to leave me the fuck alone, she’s already forgotten,“ his voice sounded strained and you knew he was close as well. „Ah, I see. Well then have fun,“ his laugh was fading away the further he went.

„Can’t believe that made you cum, you’re even more perfect than I thought, such a dirty girl, tsk,“ both his hands are on your hips and he pulled your body against him with every thrust. You were still coming down from your orgasm when you felt his thrusts turning sloppy before he stopped completely, his dick now pulsing while he was holding you tightly. Breath uneven and getting stable on his feet again he turned you around, careful so he wouldn’t hurt you.

„Next time I gonna make sure you can’t walk but right now I need you to be able to leave the building,“ he pulled his pants back up and added: „Sadly,“ before walking around his desk.

It was still hard for you to stand so you sat down, wincing as the usually soft cushion now felt like thousand of tiny spikes on your bruised ass. Before you pull your bottoms up again he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up, once again with a stern expression on his face you were so familiar with.

„I apparently really fucked you stupid if you think I let you leave like this,“ having him put cooling cream on your bare bum felt more intimate than having him be balls deep inside you. „Sorry I just thought-,“ „Well, you thought wrong. I don’t know what kind of boys you had in the past but now that you have me there are going to be changes, got that?“

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The Stelliums (part 1)

Hey y'all I'm back with another post🥳 One if my followers asked me abt her stellium td and i thought i should do a small series to help you guys out🤍

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part two here

🤍first house🤍

fire, i see fire with you guys, in your eyes even and i stand in awe at how brave and daring you guys are.

whatever sign is present here will be enhanced, the key idea is being put to the front, to the public.

unless placed in the sign of Libra (opposition 1H ruler Aries-Mars), the native would be pretty expressive and have an interesting relationship with their self-awareness.

the type that always stands out for some reason.

i notice that air signs placed here (esp aquarius) are more often than not , extremely popular people.

the first house rules matters of first impressions and first approach to situations; image; appearance; self- presentation.

will often feel very exposed and as if they were pushed to the spotlight somehow, people see all of their flaws, their best&their worst, the goods and the bad.

have a rly hard time finding people who accept them, who love them for who they are as sometimes they don't even know for sure.

confident most of the time but also extremely vulnerable.

🖤Aries🖤

lots and lots of excessive energy. mentally & physically.

will always need to find something fulfilling to do, i notice aries stellium like to keep themselves busy.

deep need to find an emotional outlet

horrible anger. prone to throw tantrums as a defence mechanism.

surprisingly v rational when needed, hints of cute childlike curiosity and practicality.

🤍second house🤍

always in a race searching for security and comfort. strong need to find meaning behind things.

materialistic but they like to call it realistic:)

practical than most people but also suffer a lot from time to time with esteem issues.

an eye for the art. can be amazing at cooking and any earthly matters.

business like people, if placed with even more earth or beneficial signs can signify success in finance.

traditional to an extent. like it how it is. have a hard time being happy if they don't see themselves working hard or being useful. (or making money)

very persistent with their goals. have big yet realistic dreams. love for the dollar bills.

can be very bad with their emotions. disregard it and have a hard time trusting people easily.

second house discuss a lot abt ways of earning and managing money; things valued more than money; beliefs that create or block abundance.

hence they can be extra focus on these aspects of life. they have no time for superficial thing.

🖤Taurus🖤

slow but steady, takes their sweet time but the result will amaze everyone

want to make sure things are "in the right place" before proceeding forward.

indulge in things that make them feel good, whether its food, clothes, money or more money.

very stubborn. esp when it comes to their feelings. this is a fixed sign afterall. slow to grow but things stay with them for a long time.

🤍third house🤍

house of communication; style of thinking and learning; siblings and near relatives; neighbors; basic education.

will most likely to overthink all the time, or their brains always feel like its working overtime.

very smart and witty. depending on what signs the stellium is in can create some of the funniest people alive.

theres always an innocence in these people, their approach is often very refreshing and they're naturally creative.

amazing at story telling. can never shut up about whats on their mind.

a blessing and a curse.

🖤Gemini🖤

Lots and lots of ideas, burst of energy come randomly when they least expected it

can be very moody, need time alone to recharge.

spontaneous but not randomly, they get bored very fast.

need a lot of mental simulation, cant be with someone whos boring.

talks. talks. talks. if not there are voices in their head 24/7

anxieties and get panicked randomly.

social butterfly but also secretly need a timeout from people, they are very observant so they see everything.

🤍fourth house🤍

family and stability beats everything else.

spiraling thoughts when they're alone, thinking back to their foundation, their childhood in particular.

search for their ideal home, their ideal family or people that they belong to.

will go through life feeling as if theres a part of them hidden to others.

a sense of responsibility. naturally soft or homey people, love decor and arts and cooking.

enjoys luxury and comfort as much as 2H stellium.

have their ideal image of what they want their home to be.

a lot of people w 4H stellium if badly aspected will not want to have children.

🖤Cancer🖤

Nurturing. always care way much more than they should.

too much emotions so they need to find a healthy way to let it out.

very soft and sensible people.

empathetic, a soft spot for people in need. will have a charitable heart and always look out for the underdogs.

emotionally volatile when wronged. will become ruthless and childish all of the sudden.

detached. way more detached than people think.

🤍fifth house🤍

this house talks a lot about children; romance; creativity; self-expression; performing; leisure activities; risk-taking.

always have a wind of drama and carefreeness to them like no others.

extremely self-aware. need to have fun and excitement in their life from time to time to function properly.

happiest when they can be themselves unapologetically. should not hesitate to take the lead and step into the spotlight.

extremely supportive of the arts. arts and beauty reside in their veins. a lot of them value the idea of tortured artist, they value the beauty in pain and one's rawest emotions.

can seem relaxed but are actually very outgoing. supportive to their friends most of the time.

their ego is built up depending on how they value and view themselves.

prone to feel sudden attacks as they don't feel validated or living up to their expectations.

idealistic.

🖤Leo🖤

compliments and praises. a lot of it.

flamboyant and proud. will always aim towards the best of the best.

easier time relating to people. people's people and can sometimes can be very people pleasing without noticing.

people hand the spotlight to them. they take it with extreme joy.

moments of selfdoubt and during the lowest, they wish they were perfect, they hold themselves to a very high standards and most of the time, they get mad at themselves for not being able to live up to this fantasy.

stubborn. hard time to convince them. harder time to change their mind.

smiles that brighten the room

🤍sixth house🤍

this house discusses work and its meaning; work habits; types of jobs; coworkers and employees; health and health habits.

little health issues. put a great focus on their wellbeing and need to be in check 24/7

the type to panic over the smallest thing, little icks and pet peeves.

will benefit a lot by getting into meditation.

since this is also a mercury ruled house, they're naturally intelligent and curious. will always look for the deeper meaning of everything.

workaholics. really care about their success and career.

very fair. they try to balance their professional life and personal life so no one feels left out.

a secret love for animals and plants

🖤Virgo🖤

perfectionist.

but also can be the messiest people.

productive and very serious when it comes to work matter. they dont play around.

look for the details. can see thing big picture yet are amazing at finding the flaws and imperfections.

always stressing themselves out. when their negative thoughts started theres no turning back.

overthink 24/7 but hate this as this further put more burden on their shoulder

feel like they're responsible for everyone and everything. take on way too much.

forgiving by nature. kinda bad at holding grudges but doesn't mean they cant.

So heres are few of my short descriptions for the stelliums<3 stay tuned for part two!🤎

love,

saint jenx🤎

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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Mermaids exist in stardew, yes? So imagine a mermaid farmer for Zhongli, Kaeya and Diluc it could be in Yandere setting or not. I just wanna know their reaction when they found out and how it’ll effect their relationship. Will it brew angst, love, or both

Part of your world [Genshin x Mermaid!Reader]{Stardew Impact series}

Synopsis: You came from the sea and he takes you through a journey of what it was like to live on land despite your differences.

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli

"I threw in Childe because I had an idea for him xD It's fluff month so everything is going to be happy from now on >.>"

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{Diluc}

It was a hot summer day when Diluc first found you lying unconscious ashore. You had just swam far and wide from the ocean world, the climate deemed unideal for your case. With no one else around, he took the initiative to help you out of your situation.

He shortly found out by the slight appearances of scales gracing your legs that you were neither a human or someone coming from the town nearby. As legendary as mermaids are, Diluc wanted nothing to do with you. His beginning plan was to find your relatives and send you out of his house (Additional work isn’t welcomed when he has so much already). However, you latched onto him pretty quickly since he was the one who saved you.

Here stands a human, a creature that you always wanted to interact with, in your perspective he may look a little stern but he must have plenty of knowledge to offer based on all the antiques he owns.

The only problem was that you two had no way to communicate. Different worlds meant different languages. Whenever Diluc told you that you couldn’t stay, all you did was tilt your head and whenever you tried expressing what you wanted to say, well, normally bubbles would come out of your mouth since they were an indication for your words.

He gave up on trying to kick you out and simply allowed you to take residence as long as you stayed out of his workaholic life. You would tend to his farm while he was absent on other matters and feeding animals in the barn (a lot to do but a win-win situation now that you were able to discover what it was like to live on land at the same time). Though you were also a handful, most of the time Diluc had to excuse himself from his desk when you thought the rake was some sort of hair brush and he forbade you from using the bulldozer. Quite honestly you caused him a lot of stress. He spent most of his hours teaching you and before he knew, it was already a habit of his.

The only words you knew were three words. If you wanted to eat you would say ‘fish’. If you were thirsty, you would say ‘water’. If it was anything else, you would say ‘Diluc.’

He allows you to take long baths since he knows how hydrated mermaids must stay at all times. Orders a pool to be built in his front yard (at least this way helps him save his costly electricity bills). Diluc also borrows books from the library museum for you to read, anything that you would find interesting, (mostly they were about alphabets and picture-based stories (it felt like he was raising a child).)

Easily gets worried when you step into town with him, he keeps a watchful eye in case you collapse and extra bottles when you need a drink. Most of the time, he had to keep an eye on you since you had the natural instinct to waltz into whatever interested you, such as dancing in annual festivities (which you dragged him along of course). It was how he grew attached to your presence because you truly knew how to appreciate the world around you when he himself was too busy to do so.

Two worlds merged and he was learning how to live in yours too, how you perceive things. Building sandcastles, collecting seashells, listening to the echoes resounding within them. Activities he thought were unnecessary suddenly gained the meaning he had lost long ago. Diluc grew too fast at maximum speed, trying to get as many things done as he could, until he was pulled back by the emotional waves of your kindness and compassion, onto the shore he failed to live on. How ironic reality can be.

{Childe}

Everyone knew how much Childe loved to fish. He sets out at sea every evening to capture a batch of flounders, hopefully stumbling upon a legendary one.

In a way, he did. Just not what he expected. What he pulled out of the waters seemed to be a human-sized fish sitting upon the other residues caught in between. ‘A mermaid…?’ he thought, still digesting the fact in front of him. (No wonder the net felt so heavy).

At the same time he wanted to take you with and sell you for a good price but knew how mad Tonia would get when she found out. So he lets you go free. The thing is, you swam behind his boat and followed him back to land. This was how your relationship with Childe started, to this day he continues to jest upon that memory.

Tonia took most of the responsibility to coach you about human life. One of them was table etiquette, before you ate with only your hands which caused a mess. Childe would laugh hysterically at it until Tonia reminded him, “This is also what happens when you use chopsticks, big brother.”

Teucer invites you to basically anything since you have so much patience. Childe shortly realizes that he was soon going to be replaced as the eldest caretaker and you couldn’t even talk at that time. So it was only fair that he included himself in the circle while interacting with your way of communicating: sign language (Surprisingly, he was naturally good at it. Though his movements are rather exaggerated and...ungraceful).

You were nice enough to accompany him to his fishing tasks and soon enough became your daily activities. Childe takes the lead as you follow him from the side, sometimes he lets go of the steering wheel and allows you to push the boat instead (he kept a note to himself that in your mermaid mode, your strength multiplied by a large number). Other times he felt a little risky and decided to jump in the ocean with you for a swimming session. It worried you immensely but your anxiety subsided when you saw how much fun he was having and for the rest of the time, you both explored what the ocean had to offer.

Childe used to be a fish-cook enthusiast. Not anymore (since that day you cried when glancing at the flounder dish he placed on the table). He had to stick to seaweed or any other plant-based meals with a little bit of meat but too much would cause your stomach to churn. Since his siblings complained at the sudden change, he had to make a separate meal plan for them. With a mermaid in the house was certainly high-maintenance indeed.

Cuddling with you in front of the cracking fire blazing under the chimney was one of the calmest moments indulged himself in. He often chooses the life where the waves crash constantly, anticipating a thrilling storm that comes ahead. But you were just a lull at the sea, the mediator he needed in times where his siblings needed a mother-figure. Sometimes he fears that you would leave him and return to where your true family lives but he was grateful that you chose him above all else. He was grateful that by chance, he captured you at sea. One thing he loved about life was the unpredictability the future brings, including the blessings. Even if you were a creature from far away, in your presence he felt like he was truly at home.

{Kaeya}

When the tides rose above his head, Kaeya was sure that he was done for. The surfboard he recently stood upon slips off beneath his feet and he falls into the ocean’s merciless waves. No oxygen, no time to catch his breath amidst the impact, his eyes were slowly closing and the last thing he saw was the sun’s light beyond the heavy surface, along with the murky visual of someone swimming in front of it.

Although he almost drowned, the idea of being saved by a pretty mermaid makes up for the fact (He has a natural tendency to flirt at anything eye-catching even if you were an outlandish being). You on the other hand was confused by his advances as you couldn’t understand a word he was saying, hence you swam away.

Those beginning days when you chose to explore the land, Kaeya remembers how much trouble you had with walking using your new legs. He had to hold both your hands while leading you forward, he found it rather cute when you tighten your grip the moment you felt that he was going to let go (he was only bluffing of course but you still hissed at him). Still, Kaeya ensures that you don’t fall to the ground, he catches you in time when you collapse while laughing, “You’re doing great sweetheart.”

In return you teach him how to read the ocean’s movements so that he won’t drown again. Kaeya spends more time around the beach since he knows that the water bodies are where you were most comfortable with. He tells you that you always smell like saltwater whenever he buries his face in your hair, perhaps that was how he grew attached to the ocean as well.

In summer seasons there were several days where you had to sleep in his bathtub because the air was so dry. As a mermaid, he had to tolerate many of your unique quirks, in this case he had to deal with showering in cold water since you took up all the electricity. Another case was your wine tolerance, no one could challenge you to a drinking contest when your body could sustain large amounts of liquids. Kaeya sometimes jokes if you could turn him into a merman like those in fairytale books so he can have the same experience. You take it as a joke while he was also being half-serious.

When you have to take a temporary trip home, Kaeya visits the dock every evening and waits for you to come back, trying to see any signs of your colourful tail. He glances at the ocean he grew to love, knowing where he stood is as far as he could go and anywhere beyond the boundary was out of his reach. So many people left him in his life and even though he knew you wouldn’t do the same, he still worries. Uncertain if you would abandon him too.

Your existence became the center of his life the moment you chose to walk upon land with him. Side by side, through small hurdles the seashore and hurdles as big as the wave that almost killed him the day he met you, Kaeya keeps them all as if they were the most precious treasure a pirate could find. It didn’t matter if you were different from everyone else because despite your tail, all he could see was you.

{Zhongli}

While Zhongli strolls along the sandy beach, he follows the alluring sound of your singing voice. You sat upon the rock while humming along what seems to be an old folk tune, similar to what Guizhong once sang. The man folds his arms and closes his eyes. Many years have passed since he last heard something like this, “Your voice, it’s very lovely.”

He was a geologist who worked by the museum, collecting different types of rocks and seashells that would wash up shore. You became very familiar with his daily routine that before he pays a visit to the beach again, a pile of interesting rocks would be waiting for him by the docks. It was a gift. And Zhongli would bring snacks like seaweed soup as an accommodation for your kindness.

Unlike Kaeya, when you couldn’t walk because your legs were too weak to be used, Zhongli helps you with every step along the way even if the trip was a slow one. He even offered to have you carried when he saw you were having too much trouble but you insisted on trying. The whole trip that usually took ten minutes was a three hour walk.

Even though he knew many things, your language was not one of them. However he was willing to learn. Both of you have study sessions regarding each other’s culture. For you it’s the way humans drink with cups because of Zhongli being a tea fanatic himself, he even showed you how to hold a tea cup properly. You taught him how to swim since he had been so occupied on land that swimming never crossed his mind. Thankfully he was naturally good at it due to his tall stature (albeit a little scared when diving into an environment unknown and different to him).

Zhongli loves the way you sing and he would ask every time he wanted to read a book. Either under the tree on a warm spring day or on the couch when it was storming outside. Although he intended to get some reading done, Zhongli can’t help but fall asleep. You didn’t want to wake him up (and you could carry him if you wanted to thanks to your mega-mermaid strength) so by morning, you’d find yourselves in the same spot and your lap feeling numb.

Earth and sea were separated for a reason so that the creatures may stay upon the place where they belong. That wasn’t enough to separate you from him though. Zhongli would travel to the sea to see you and you mustered the courage to walk upon the hard surface of land. The two were only parts of the world but together they are part of the world, connected to form a whole new life.

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How Genshin Characters View the Traveler (aka crushes galore)

I know this isn't a Genshin blog but I need to get this off my chest and organize my thoughts because I believe in Aether harem supremacy ✌

Disclaimer: this is meant for fun, so don’t get your knickers in a twist

Albedo

Albedo blatantly admits that the traveler fascinates them. He'll usually ask to hear of their numerous journeys and take notes on them. He quite enjoys their company, but Albedo is pretty clueless about his own feelings, especially those of the romantic sort. He wonders why he catches himself staring at them so much.

Amber

Amber is easily one of the traveler’s biggest supporters. She almost gets a bit too excited whenever they’re around, but she’ll also outright deny that she has a crush on them if anyone were to poke fun at her. If time allows it, she’ll often ask them to go gliding around Mondstadt with her.

Ayaka

Ever since she first heard of the traveler, their accomplishments genuinely impressed Ayaka. However, once she first met them in person, she was taken aback by how attractive they were. Furthermore, once they helped her out, she gets more insight of how truly wonderful they are and her affections (hence the dance performance).

Barbara

Barbara truly believes they are an actual gift sent by Barbatos himself. Not only are they kind and helpful, but they treat her with respect as a person, not some glorified object. She tends to get flustered easily and turns shy whenever the traveler compliments her.

Beidou

Beidou likes to laugh, and she thinks the traveler is funny. She often swaps stories about fights and adventures with them, so there’s definitely a bond between them! She especially appreciates their fighting spirit and would be honored to have them join their crew or at least be a drinking buddy (despite what the traveler says).

Bennett

The traveler is essentially an idol in Bennett's eyes. He admires them so much, but it never gets to the creepy level of obsession. He jumps at the opportunity to travel with them every time. Bennett isn't really good with distinguishing feelings, but knowing that they treat him as an equal makes his stomach flutter.

Childe

Hey girlie 😏 Childe gets off to the idea of someone successfully kicking his ass or potentially being able to kill him, so he is an absolute simp for the traveler. He genuinely loves it when they show disinterest at his flirting, and he swoons whenever they're sarcastic with him. He's not pathetic, he's just a sadomasochist.

Chongyun

Frankly, Chongyun’s just happy to have another friend besides Xingqiu. He also really likes the way they don’t push him out of his comfort zone, but instead try to gently coax him out. He’s often very cold to the touch and constantly chilly, but he feels oddly warm whenever the traveler is beside him.

Diluc

Appreciates the fact that the traveler isn't full of shit (unlike some people). He's impressed by their competence and their fighting abilities, so he doesn't hesitate in complimenting them. He usually says things without really thinking through them, so sometimes Diluc says something sappy or embarrassing without meaning to.

Diona

Diona thinks the traveler may or may not be cute. She won't admit it, though. She won't admit that she cares about their wellbeing either. The traveler is just another person who's going to come and go, so there's no point in getting invested in them. It's a relatively simple crush, nothing more.

Eula

Eula is more or less impressed with the traveler. She views them as a truly reliable person that is able to get the job done. Although she may seem skeptical at times, one of her greatest fantasies is to find more rebellious people like them and break free of Mondstadt and her lineage.

Fischl

Perhaps the traveler is a dashing monarch from another world! It genuinely excites her that they follow along with her roleplaying, even when some of her messages get lost in translation. She appreciates their friendly gestures and the fact they don’t treat her like an outsider.

Ganyu

A lot of people have a difficult have a hard time understanding Ganyu’s feelings, so it came as quite as a surprise that she and the traveler clicked almost instantly. The traveler treats her as another person, not as some ancient being; this type of behavior is what made her become flustered around them in the first place ☺️

Hu Tao

Thinks they’re super cute! She’s one who’s playful and flirty; however, her ways are a bit odd. She usually tries to tell what kind of casket she’d lick out for the traveler, what she’d dress them in, etc. Sometimes, she’ll bake “special cookies” in the shapes of bones just for them.

Jean

Much like Barbara, Jean sees the traveler as a blessing. However, unlike Barbara, Jean doesn't swoon over their looks or mannerisms; frankly, she's just glad that someone rational is willing to help and not make too much of a commotion (like some certain members of the Knights of Favonius).

Kazuha

Has feelings for the traveler and makes no effort to hide them. Often times Kazuha will write them poems or haikus; sometimes he'll add dried flowers or a pretty leaf. He truly has a way with words, and it never fails to stir something inside the traveler's chest. He's very gentle and mild-mannered, so he never forces anything too heavy on them.

Kaeya

Kaeya is a humongous flirt and everyone knows it. However, he seems even more so once the traveler is in the picture, and he has the tendency of showing off in some sort of way. He knows he's attractive and uses his looks to advantage whenever he can, though he makes sure to keep it somewhat subtle.

Keqing

Keqing isn’t the type to deal with people’s shit and isn’t fond of fools. Fortunately, the traveler doesn’t fall into either of those categories, so she gets along with them quite well. She can find similarities in their personalities (like working constantly), so she appreciates the fact that she can openly discuss these sort of problems with them.

Klee

Genuinely sees them as an older sibling! Klee often goes to them for advice or to spend the day together; often times, she'll send letters or drawings whenever they're apart (and yes, the drawings usually consist of her and the traveler blowing something up).

Lisa

Another flirt, no problems asked. Lisa makes euphemisms quite a bit, and it truly brings her joy when her comments make the traveler blush. Despite being scolded by Jean to tone it down a bit, she genuinely can't help it. The traveler is her personal cutie, and it's only natural for her to treat them as such, isn't it?

Mona

She could easily tell right away that the traveler was someone special upon first glance. Mona sometimes dreams about them - especially about how they helped her out and landed her a place to stay in Mondstadt. She’s grateful for everything that the traveler has done, yet she’ll deny any feelings for them with a bright blush on her face.

Ningguang

The traveler is seen more as a pet. Ningguang is straight up the sugar mama type, and she openly flaunts it. Granted, she respects the traveler highly, but something about their being Liyue’s hero sounds very, very charming. Whether or not she makes a romantic move is entirely up to her, but it’s not out of the question.

Noelle

Needless to say, Noelle gets flustered fairly easily, so whenever the traveler shows affection and support towards her abilities, she somewhat short-circuits. She'll usually try to play off the fluttering in her heart and simply convince herself that the traveler is only being nice, but she can't deny the fact that she has feelings for them.

Qiqi

Another one that looks up to the traveler as an older sibling. She often refers to her notebook to remind herself as to why she likes them so much; they’re patient with her and genuinely try to help her remember things, plus they’ll bring her candies from Mondstadt sometimes.

Razor

Razor has no idea what romantic feelings are or how he should identify them. All he knows is that he gets excited whenever he sees the traveler, and his metaphorical tail wags furiously. He's keen on protecting them and bringing them food, plus he likes to lie next to them when they relax by the fire.

Rosaria

Like Diluc, Rosaria likes how the traveler isn’t full of shit and can actually put up a decent fight. However, she isn’t the type to compliment them, but rather points out how they can further hone their skills. If anything, she acts more like the traveler’s drunk aunt.

Sayu

She’s mostly indifferent towards the traveler, but - like with most people - she envies their height. Sayu appreciates that they don’t make fun of her size, plus they somehow always manage to find her when she’s hiding for her nap, so she’s fairly interested in what kind of person they are.

Sucrose

Like with most people, Sucrose is quite shy around the traveler, but for some reason she feels more comfortable around them than anyone else. She respects them much like she respects Albedo. She also thinks the traveler has a very nice smile.

Thoma

Thoma is another flirt, but he’s much more reserved in his ways. He’ll often make encouraging comments or flatter the traveler with a bright smile. His flirting either makes the traveler blush or it goes right over their head. There is no in between.

Venti

Venti has a slight... obsession for them. Not in a creepy way, but more in a clingy sense. He practically hangs from them whenever he's messing around, and he unashamedly writes them songs. Venti is also a big fan of hugs! When he's drunk, though, that's when things take a darker, more seductive turn...

Xiangling

Xiangling’s poor little heart goes doki doki whenever she gets to cook for the traveler, have them cook with her, or eat a meal that they prepared. The way to her heart is definitely through her stomach! It’s a fairly small crush since cooking is her true love in life, but if the traveler pops up at Wanmin Restaurant and specifically asks for her again… Oh boy.

Xiao

Secretly has feelings for the traveler, but he refuses to admit it. Xiao thinks feelings like these are a waste of time and only bring pain; since he's been through much and the ultimate emo, he's even more emotionally constipated than the normal person. Although he doesn't outright say it, he'll often show his affection through actions.

Xingqiu

Two words: library dates. Whether if it's meant to be romantic or not, Xingqiu has an affinity for those who show genuine intelligence and is willing to discuss stories with him. Xingqiu could literally sit there all day and listen to the traveler tell him about the different worlds he's been to. It's quite refreshing!

Xinyan

Like Venti, Xinyan will write songs for the traveler, but she's more timid about showing them since rock music has yet a long way to go in Liyue, much less in Teyvat. She'll casually invite them for a jam session and ask for their opinion on how her songs sound. All in all, she thinks the traveler is pretty rad 👀

Yanfei

Yanfei is very skilled and knowledgeable in a wide range of topics, but when it comes to the art of seduction… not so much. She isn’t entirely sure if she has affections towards the traveler or not, but she enjoys being in their company nonetheless. However… she may or may not have tried to teach them Liyue law while over tea 😅

Yoimiya

Thinks the traveler is a lot of fun! She was already interested by the mere fact that they were an outsider, but once they showed their worth and came to her aid, it really sealed the deal. Viewing fireworks with them was an incredibly crucial moment, and she’ll keep that memory stored in her heart for all time.

Zhongli

Zhongli is very protective of them and wants to spoil them, but at the same time, he's also very, very broke. It's not sugar daddy status, obviously, but he enjoys treating them out to a dinner or a night on the town. The traveler thinks he's doing it just to be nice, but Paimon calls bullshit.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x traveler #genshin impact headcanons #other

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Celebrating Fat Tuesday with Fassionola Syrup and Hurricanes

As a kitchen witch, I love a good food holiday. There’s nothing quite like taking the time to spend a full day cooking for the people that you love – lovingly crafting a set of dishes from start to finish. Enter Fat Tuesday (Mardi Gras) – a day meant to celebrate excess (and potentially clean out your cupboards of all of those tempting foods and drinks) before the Lenten season. I by no means consider myself to be a Catholic witch but I do come from a large French Catholic family (as does my coven mate Dora) and our third coven mate’s family was “born from the Mississippi mud” – so Fat Tuesday is a great holiday that we can all celebrate together as a means of ancestral veneration if nothing else. Plus, I have a love affair with the trappings of Mardi Gras (jambalaya and king cake are SO GOOD!) and I have been obsessed with good versions of the Hurricane cocktail since my first trip to NOLA in 2011.

I’ve been obsessed with the Hurricane since I tasted one a Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop on Rue Bourbon on the advice of an over-zealous tour guide. This was not the candified blue slush nonsense that I had been served elsewhere in the quarter but a (very strong) rum-based punch. My partner and I were intrigued and have been trying to replicate it ever since. So it should go without saying that I have tried a LOT of Hurricane recipes in the last ten years. Since the “original recipe” for the Hurricane has been lost to time (if it ever existed), we are always up for some experimentation. I’ve also “experimented” by ordering any rum punch on a menu that sounded anything like what we drank that day. Most were too much like a tiki drink – I love tiki drinks but it doesn’t seem to me that pineapple juice belongs in a Hurricane. Too much and you’ve basically just created a Mai Tai (a drink that I adore) – no, the Hurricane and we had and remember so fondly was something else entirely! I even tracked down some Falernum syrup in the hopes that would be the secret ingredient (it wasn’t). Finally, I came upon references to the idea that the long-lost “secret” ingredient to making a hurricane is Fassionola syrup, a cocktail syrup that has mostly gone out of style. Even the recipe for Fassionola syrup in its original form has been lost but most people suggest (and there are some references to it being called passionola syrup which lends credence to this claim) that it was made from a combination of passion fruit, hibiscus, and berries. Color me intrigued. The one ingredient (other than rum) that stands out in my memory from that lovely Hurricane experience was passion fruit juice. Since I happened to have passion fruit juice, frozen raspberries, and dried hibiscus in the house – I decided to give it a shot.

I don’t have an exact recipe as I didn’t measure beyond the standard 1:1 ratio of liquid to sugar needed to make a simple syrup – I simply added a handful of raspberries and dried hibiscus and cooked on the stove. Because of my familial connection to Fat Tuesday and the fact that I was sharing the drinks with my chosen family, I empowered the syrup with a strong family blessing.

I cannot even express to you how fabulous this syrup is. I highly recommend making some if you’re into traditional tiki-style drinks as it’s an important ingredient in a number of them.

Now, for the cocktail. Since I was spending the time to make such a luscious cocktail syrup, I wanted to use a relatively simple group of ingredients. Aged rum, lemon juice, syrup – that sounds about right. Though you can use any type of rum (or a mix as is more often used in the making of a hurricane), I strongly suggested getting yourself a decent aged rum for this one – it makes all of the difference. We used a bottle of 12 years aged Ron Zacapa ámbar but you don’t need to go that far, we just happened to have it on hand.

The Hurricane

4 oz. aged rum 2 oz. fresh-squeezed lemon juice 2 oz. fashionola syrup

Shake over ice, serve in a highball or hurricane glass with ice. Add a fancy cocktail umbrella and a good cherry if you’re feeling fancy. This recipe makes one drink.

As you can see, at 4 oz. a drink, this recipe is not for the faint of heart. Please drink responsibly and enjoy the Lenten season. – Minx

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cycat4077 · 3 years

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Proposing Permission

Summary: You and Sonny have been together for a year but your idea of celebrating is slightly different than his. Set during S18 - roughly November 2016. Pairing: Sonny x Reader Warnings: None, except fluff...and maybe suggestive hints here and there ;) Words: 2479 AO3 here

Technically part 13 in the Changes verse, but can act as a stand-alone, too!

“Mom!” you exclaim as soon as you hear her ‘hello?’ on the end of the line. “You'll never guess what just happened! – Wait, how'd you know? – He did? Of course, he did!” you laugh happily, flashing a bright smile up at Sonny who sits beside you on the sofa.

Sonny would give you the abridged version of the events that led up to this moment later, but at the time, things went a little like this:

-x-

“Uh, Carisi? Where are we going? The turn-off for the I-87 South, is that-a-way…” Amanda turns her body towards the traffic junction that passes by. She then whips back around to stare at her partner in the diver’s seat, a disgruntled look on her face.

“I need ta make a detour,” he states, eyes never leaving the highway.

“But we’re on a case!” she protests, growing irritated.

“Yeah, but we did what we came upstate to do. Got some answers, relayed them to Lieu. Technically, we’re off duty right now.” Sonny taps the wheel with his thumbs, trying to avoid his partner's gaze.

But Amanda Rollins is not one to concede so easily. “Tell me where we’re going, Dominick,” she drops her voice to a stern tone, eyes boring into the side of Sonny’s head.

Sonny lets out a nervous breath and says your name. “Remember how her parents live upstate? Well…” he reaches into the breast pocket of his suit jacket, producing a velvet box. Amanda gasps and nabs it from his grasp. She flips the little box open, finding a ring. “I wanna propose,” admits Sonny, “but I wanna ask her folks first.”

Dragging her eyes away from the box, Rollins frowns. “It’s twenty-sixteen, Sonny…you don’t need parental permission anymore.”

“I know, I know,” dismisses Sonny. “But that’s how my pa did it, and, she’s really close with her parents. It seems right to ask ‘em first.”

Amanda smiles in spite of herself. The gesture is very much a ‘Sonny Carisi’ thing to do. So, she cracks a joke instead. “What’re you gonna do? Salute her dad and say: ‘Requesting permission to marry your daughter, sir!’”

“Rawllins,” he groans, trying to act annoyed while keeping his eyes on the road.

“Do what you gotta do, partner,” she winks before turning her attention back to the box. “This ring is gorgeous!”

-x-

The drive was absolutely beautiful. Being October, the further away from concrete Sonny and Amanda drove, the denser the colourful forests became. It was picture perfect and Sonny’s only wish was that you could have been along to see it too.

Pulling up to your childhood home, Sonny leaves Amanda in the passenger’s seat. Afterall, this detour had to be relatively quick to prevent Lieu from breathing down his neck about it.

As Sonny makes his way to the door, his legs are a little wobbly and his pulse is racing. He has met your parents before and they adore him, yet, as he waits for his knock to be answered, his nerves get the better of him. This is a huge step and he hopes that they believe him worthy of it.

Then the door clicks open to reveal your mother. “Sonny!” she exclaims happily, but immediately her face falls. “Is everything okay?” In hindsight, an unannounced, unaccompanied visit does seem a little concerning.

Clueing in, Sonny immediate puts your mother at ease. “Yeah, yeah!” he reassures with a smile. “Work brought me upstate and I, uh, I wanted ta ask y’both somethin’ while I was up here.”

“Of course, of course!” Your mother ushers Sonny into the house before giving him a giant hug. Just as she releases him your father walks into the room, coming over with a large smile and firm handshake.

“Sir,” greets Sonny with a nod.

The three of them then take a seat at the dining room table; your mother unsurprisingly offers Sonny everything in her fridge. Once satisfied that he’s not lying about not being hungry, she continues. “So, son, what’s on your mind?”

The Italian swallows nervously. He looks to his fingers, thrumming them on the table top while his right knee bounces anxiously. Finally, he begins to speak: “Well, as you know, your daughter and I have been together for a while now and, we love each other very much. I love her very much.” A grin begins to break out on your mom’s face, her intuition giving her a good idea of where the conversation is headed. “And I, uh,” continues Sonny, “well, it seemed only right for me ta ask the two of you first. I w-wanna ask her ta marry me.”

Suspicions confirmed, your mother squeals with delight, grabbing onto your father’s arm and giving it a loving squeeze.

“I got a ring already and everything, if ya wanna see it,” Sonny adds quickly as if it will reenforce how committed he is to you. He pulls out the box once more and hands it over to your mom.

“Oh, Sonny,” she sighs looking up to your boyfriend. “She’s going to absolutely love it.”

“So, I, uh, have both your blessings then?” His blue eyes dart nervously back and forth between your parents.

Finally, your dad chimes in. “Of course!” he exclaims happily, his voice choking up ever so slightly. “You’re a good man and I couldn’t imagine my girl with anyone else.”

Sonny’s stomach does a somersault as he is immediately flooded with relief. “Thank ya!” he leaps to his feet. Your parents stand with him, both delivering their future son-in-law a squeezing hug. Parting, Sonny reluctantly explains that he can’t stay and that he must be getting back to the city.

“Alright, hon,” your mother coos. “Let us know what happens. Your secret is safe with us for now, but we’ll be waiting anxiously by the phone for the happy news!”

“Will do,” beams Sonny before he heads back to the squad car. Your parents wave him goodbye until he’s out of sight.

-x-

It’s your anniversary! One complete year of you and Sonny (finally) getting together! But…the universe really didn’t care about that. Nope! Because a faculty meeting was called on the one day where you didn’t have classes to teach. It ran from midday and into the evening and there was no possible way of getting out of it either. You loved your job, you really did, but today was supposed to be for you and Sonny. Nothing fancy, of course, but you had planned a lazy morning, followed up with cooking together and turning it into a romantic evening celebration.

“Uhhggghhh!” you groan, hanging your head and slouching your shoulders.

Sonny places his warm hands on your arms, grinning. “It’s alright, sweetheart.” You can feel those blue eyes shining down on you and, the next thing you know, a finger is gingerly tilting your chin up towards his. “I ain’t mad at all, okay? Shit happens. Jeez, how many times have I hadta cancel a date with you ‘cause I got called in or hadta work late?”

You bunch your mouth at the corner, frustrated. “I know, but it’s our anniversary and I was looking forward to spending all day with you!”

“So was I, but we can still make the most of it.” He kisses you on the nose. “I’ll go ahead ‘n make dinner and then when ya get home we can celebrate.”

“You sure? It was supposed to be a team effort. I can just grab some takeout on the way home –”

“Nonsense,” Sonny grins. “Besides, my cookin’ is way better than any takeout in the city.” His words make you laugh. “There’s that beautiful smile,” he beams, sweeping the hair back from your eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, doll. Now, go on before you’re late ‘n try not ta fall asleep.”

You give Sonny a sweet kiss and make your way to the door. Before exiting, you flash a sultry look over your shoulder at your smiling boyfriend. “I promise I’ll make it up to you later, babe. It’s just a shame you have to wait so long to see what’s underneath this dress.” You slip out the door before you’re able to see the sign of the cross Sonny makes in attempt to absolve himself of his sinful thoughts.

-x-

The journey back home never felt so exhausting. Maybe it was the fact that the meeting seemed to drag on forever, especially when all you could think about was curling up next to Sonny. Your feet ached in your pumps and you cursed your wardrobe choice. Though, you were still new at the college and thus wanted to make a professional impression.

Once you finally reach your floor, a distinct cooking aroma floats down the hallway. Your stomach grumbles, knowing exactly which apartment is the origin and eager to taste what smells so delicious.

Opening your door, you are greeted by your wonderful boyfriend and his smiling eyes. He’s dressed up in a crisp shirt and slacks. “Welcome home, sweetheart and happy anniversary!”

You smile up at him and step into his outstretched arms. His attire seemed a bit formal, but you weren’t complaining. The way button up shirts hugged his arms and torso always made your face flush and heart beat a little faster. Those same arms also fit perfectly around you when he held you close.

As you begin to withdraw from his embrace however, you notice just how much Sonny is perspiring. “Babe, you alright?” Your brow knits with concern. “You’re sweating a bunch…”

Sonny quickly averts his gaze and turns towards the kitchen. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine,” he gives a dismissive wave. “The oven’s been on all day.”

You know him well enough to tell that something is not quite right and his half-hearted answer gives you reason to follow him and press the issue. But as you round the corner, you’re stopped dead in your tracks by an elaborate display.

Sonny has gone all out. A hearty meal sits steaming on a table set for two, a single rose in a crystal vase resides at the center, and he’s even arranged some of your candles to provide low lighting. The sight of it all leaves you feeling as though your heart will flutter right out of your chest.

"Sonny," you whisper, hand over your heart. "You didn't have to do all this." You then peer up at him with glassy eyes.

"I wanted tonight to be special. Just you ‘n me celebrating a whole magical year of being together.”

Closing the distance, you lean up and place your lips tenderly to his. Sonny bends forward, deepening the kiss. You run a hand tenderly up the front of his shirt feeling the contours of his muscles beneath your fingers. Sonny reaches to cover your hand with his, grasping it carefully and reluctantly pulling it away. Breaking apart, he smiles, "Food's gonna get cold, doll."

The two of you sit down to a quiet, romantic dinner, clinking glasses in a toast to your relationship. But Sonny still has beads of sweat forming along his brow. "Babe, are you sure you're alright?" you point to his forehead. "It's not that hot in here..."

He swallows thickly, looking away. "Yeah...I'm just a little nervous is all." Sonny then focuses on you with big, blue eyes.

Yours narrow in confusion. Nervous? Why would he be nervous? It just us here...

Sonny flashes you shy smile before reaching across the table to take your hand in his. He stares at it in contemplation as he runs his thumb lovingly over your knuckles.

Biting his lip, he shifts those gorgeous eyes back to yours. "We've been through a lot in a year, doll," he begins. "And last summer I never knew how my life would change when you walked through that squad room door. I never knew that I could love someone so completely until I fell in love with you. My whole heart is yours and -"

"Sonny!" you release a sweet laugh. "You don't owe me a speech! I know how much you love me, silly! And I hope you know how much I love you too."

Suddenly, Sonny seems a little terrified. Had he rehearsed this or something?

"Just hear me out, ‘kay?" he implores following a shaky breath.

You smile softly and squeeze his hand signaling for him to continue.

"Believe me, doll, I've never felt more loved by anyone but you. I love waking up with ya in the mornin' and fallin' asleep together at night. My heart skips a beat thinkin' about a future with you. So, I guess that's why I'm sweatin'."

All of a sudden the warmth of Sonny's hand disappears. He shifts to get up from the table, slipping his fingers into his pocket. Then you realize that he's getting down on one knee. Your heart begins to thunder in your chest and a gasp catches in your throat.

Sonny's eyes lock onto yours as he produces a velvet box and opens it. There sits a white gold ring topped by a dainty solitaire diamond. Your eyes immediately rim with tears as you hear Sonny softly speak your name. "Will you marry me?"

A large smile erupts upon your face and you instantly blurt out a "yes!"

Sonny's expression changes to one of pure love. He delicately slips the ring on your finger and quickly rises to capture your lips in a kiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he effortlessly scoops you up. "I'm so happy," you speak against his lips, eliciting a tight squeeze from your fiancé.

Fiancé! Sonny Carisi is your fiancé! The man you love with your whole heart. You've always believed that it isn’t the ring on their finger that make two people married – that’s at least how committed you feel towards Sonny – Yet now, you couldn’t be happier to make what you share official.

"I'm so happy too, doll! I love you! I love you! I love you!" Sonny reciprocates in between swift kisses to your cheeks, nose and lips. Then his eyes darken and he bows his head towards your neck, nibbling and suckling at the sensitive skin that resides there.

You sigh, a tingling sensation spreading throughout your body. God, is he good at this! But then, your mind comes back to reality and you gently, albeit reluctantly, push him away. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!” you chant, tapping your hands lightly on his chest.

Sonny pulls back but his eyes still hungrily flicker to where his lips were focused mere moments before.

“I have to go call my mom! She’d kill me if she knew I didn’t tell her right away.” You watch as Sonny smirks. “But then I promise we’ll celebrate properly…after all, you still haven’t seen what’s underneath this dress.”

-x-

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writingwithcolor · 4 years

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Hi! My main character is a Korean girl who will be away from her family over Korean New Year. How would she celebrate this holiday when she's not able to be around family? Has anyone had any experience of this when you were away at school/college for the holiday? Or is it a holiday that absolutely necessitates going home and being around family? Thanks in advance :)

Celebrating Korean New Year with no family around

Oh, this is a great question. This isn’t an uncommon experience, and it’s only become more likely because of the pandemic.

National Holidays in general

Seol (Korean New Year) and Chuseok (Korean Harvest) are the National Holidays in Korea; they’re the only holidays where we are guaranteed at least three consecutive days off - the day itself, the day before, and the day after. If any of the days coincide with the weekend, then the government also compensates for it with the same number of additional days off. This is at least in part to make sure that people whose families live far apart get at least one day to travel to their families, a day to relax and enjoy, and a day to get back home. Because of this, most people do manage to see their family for Seol and Chuseok.

I’ve seen plenty of college students who just decide to study or do part-time work instead, and this goes the same for working adults. More women might choose to not go home, because Confusianist expectations mean women are far more likely to be put to work with cooking traditional dishes and whatnot, especially if they’re married.

Seol (Korean New Year)

Now, what do Koreans do on Seol?

Four things come to mind immediately:

we eat tteokguk

have charye

give sebae

play yut

Between these, charye and sebae are impossible to do without your family, but I’ll mention them anyways.

1) Charye

I’ll keep charye brief because this is also done on Chuseok, so this doesn’t quite define Seol the way Sebae does. Charye is the most commonly performed memorial ceremony for our deceased ancestors, up to and including your own parents and your spouse if they’ve died. The actual ceremony varies by region and family, but most usually include setting up a ceremonial table with a selection of food according to both tradition and the deceased’s personal preferences, lighting up incense, and pouring spirits. Once the ceremony is done, the prepared food is eaten by the participants, and many families often tell stories of what the deceased were like in life.

Because charye has its roots in both Confucianism and ancestor worship, both of which are losing influence in the modern day, there is a growing number of families who choose to skip or simplify the ceremony, and the food is more often bought or replaced with mockups. A lot of Christian families also don’t perform charye as they feel it’s too close to idolatry.

2) Sebae

Sebae is when people give deep, formal bows to the elders in their family, and by bow, I mean something like the picture below. The hanbok (traditional Korean clothes) isn’t necessary, and most teens and above skip wearing it, but parents love to dress up younger children if they can afford it.

Image of two people bowing, wearing traditional Korean clothing

When you bow, you usually say “Saehae bok mani baduseyo (새해 복 많이 받으세요)” which means “Have lots of luck/good fortune in this new year!” In response, the one who receives the sebae gives deokdam (words of blessing), and in case of minors, some pocket money as well. This is called sebae money and is usually given via a white envelope (it can be other colors too, but red is characteristic of China, not Korea). As sebae is given to all the elder generation of the family (grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles, etc.) children can usually receive quite the tidy sum in return, which is why it’s the favorite holiday of many children. But even if you aren’t a minor, you still give sebae to the older generation and receive deokdam.

While your Korean character might not be able to do sebae in person, it’s highly likely she will at least call or maybe video call her parents to do a sebae, or at least say the traditional greeting and receive deokdam.

3) Tteokguk

Now, if there is one tradition your Korean girl is likely to keep, it’s preparing and eating tteokguk. Tteokguk, also known as rice cake soup, is easy enough to make and eat by yourself. While there’s a great variation of recipes, the basics is adding slices of rice cake into meat broth, then add what you like and looks good. There’s an old saying in Korea that you don’t grow another year older until you’ve had a bowl of tteokguk. This usually leads to children eating more than one bowl while those in their late twenties to early thirties tend to joke about not eating it to stay young.

4) Playing yut

Playing yut might be something your character may or may not do, depending on whether she has the yuts lying around. A game of yut is played with a board and four yuts, which are uneven sticks that serve the roll of dice, depending on how many of them fall face upwards. It’s a traditional Korean game that has been around since before the 10th century at least and probably well before that. It’s almost always played around Seol because it has its roots in wishing that the new year will bring with it a bountiful harvest. Your character may not know that last bit, though, just that it’s usually played around Seol. Your character could convince some of her friends to play yut with her, as the rules are easy and the game is near addictive if I say so myself.

I hope this gives you some ideas for what your Korean character might do!

- Mod Rune

WWC Follower Additions

@phen0l said:Speaking specifically to celebrating New Year away from home (e.g. at college): in my experience, people who can’t go home to their families will get together with their friends and do it instead. I’m Chinese and my best friend is Korean - in our school years we’d celebrate Lunar New Year together and combine respective practices. When we were very young, she’d come over to mine and my parents would even give her New Year money.

So maybe anon can consider whether their character has any friends that would be down for celebrating with them!

@sylvrn said:My family doesn’t really celebrate holidays as intensely, but we still eat 떡국 because it’s food and it’s chill. We did do everything else at a relative’s house in a big family gathering when we lived in Korea but in Canada we don’t do much except for a happy new years phone call to our grandma and sometimes our uncle :)

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fullmetalscullyy · 3 years

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For the sharing a bed ask bc I can't remember for the life of me if I've sent one to you yet 🙈 'they took turns sharing it while the other was on watch' or however exactly that one was worded ❤️❤️

aaa tysm for the prompt! i loved it and i hope you enjoy! continuing with the no plot just vibes agenda~

send me a prompt

rated: g | words: 3679 | tags: royai, there was only one bed, shelter from the storm, snowstorm, tending to wounds, comfort, fluff

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Exhaustion followed both occupants of the crumbling bothy like a shadow. It clung to them, slowing their movements, as if it was physically attached to their ankles like two weights. Booted feet were dragged across the polished, undulating stones underfoot, worn down after years of use, and finally came to stop in the centre of the main room.

Years of use didn’t warrant years of upkeep apparently, Riza thought, as she did a sweep of the building. It was not in the best condition however it was still standing, and it was shelter from the storm outside. That was all Riza was currently concerned with.

There were only two rooms, plus a bathroom with a functioning sink and toilet – surprisingly enough. The pipes grunted and groaned, screaming in protest at being used, but it worked and was clean. A worn plaque above the sink indicated the water was drinkable as well, which was the best news she’d heard all day. A small blessing in this wretched situation they’d found themselves in.

To counteract that thought, at that exact moment, a howling gust of wind rattled the door thoroughly and whistled through the cracked class of the windows to its left and right. The Colonel whipped around to stare, partly in fright and partly because he was on edge. They both were. The sudden scream that sounded as the wind tried to force its way inside through the glass made Riza jump as well.

They shared a look and the Colonel’s lips pressed into a thin line.

“So much for the famed northern hospitality,” he muttered. His words held a bite to them, however Riza was unsure whether it was directed at the situation itself or at anyone in particular.

It wasn’t anyone’s fault they’d found themselves in this situation, however it was not ideal, nor was it pleasant. The first point on their ‘bad things that have happened today’ list (at this point, they were up to around number six) was a snowstorm had rendered their transport from the station in North City to the town they were supposed to be visiting useless. The truck owner boasted it was an all-terrain, all-weather vehicle, that he was handpicked by the military for transport because of his “beauty’s” prowess. He quickly stopped bragging though and started muttering angrily at his prized possession, kicking the tyre in fury as it sat pitifully in a snowy ditch, unable to escape the confines of it. It was safe to say his “beauty” fell short of the mark for the two soldiers. No amount of pushing from the three of them would shift it. However, they had deadlines to meet, so were forced to say their goodbyes and go ahead on foot.

There was no way they’d make it in time but at least they could honestly say they had tried when questioned.

It was by a stroke of luck they’d stumbled upon a walker’s bothy. Night was creeping in quickly, especially with the ongoing snowstorm. The world was turning greyer by the second and when Riza spotted it, she made a beeline straight for the shelter. The wind was too loud to talk over, but the Colonel saw her beckoning gesture and nodded, following behind her without question, already trusting her judgement and thought process.

The main room housed a single wooden bedframe with no mattress. There was another spot where another bed frame should be, but only half it remained. It had been broken in half. Whether that had been from an accident, an act of vandalism, or due to the passage of time, Riza wasn’t sure. Not that it would be of any use to them split in half, but simple curiosity had the Colonel searching the rest of the small building for the other half. There was a large stone fireplace that was bereft of any wood, they noticed with dismay, however after venturing through to the second room on the left, there was a massive pile of it within. It was a supply for the winter months for anyone who needed it, so the piece of paper tacked to an old corkboard on the wall said. There were two chairs placed around the fire and some cast iron cooking utensils stacked in a neat pile upon the hearth, lifting their spirits slightly. They had rations from the truck driver that would not require their use, but the sight of them was still a positive.

“I think we’ll be safe enough to sleep here tonight,” she announced, ignoring the Colonel’s petulant comment.

“Lieutenant,” he called quietly to her, catching her attention. When she turned her head, he gestured to one of the chairs. “You should rest.” He glanced down at her feet, and Riza knew exactly what he was thinking.

She’d stumbled and twisted her ankle while they walked. The pain had eased completely the more she’d walked, so Riza assumed it would be fine. Now they’d stopped, it was throbbing in time with her pulse. It appeared to be worse than she’d thought.

Just what they needed.

She sighed and mentally added that as number seven to their list.

Sitting on one of the chairs, Riza sighed quietly in relief as it lessened the pressure on her injured joint. The Colonel followed suit and he too sounded extremely relieved to finally sit down.

“What a day,” he muttered, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

Riza hummed in agreement, causing him to reopen his eyes and glance tiredly over at her. She shifted in place, feeling a shiver travel down her spine.

Without a word, the Colonel stood and ventured into the other room. He came back with arms full of firewood and started the process of arranging them within the fireplace. After a single snap the fire roared to life, filling the room with a soft orange glow and warmth. A few minutes later the invading bite of the winter chill was beginning to alleviate and Riza could feel her muscles relaxing.

“Do you think there will be anything outside waiting for us?”

His question was so sudden as he stared into the fire that it took Riza a moment to process it.

“Pardon?”

The Colonel blinked and tore his eyes away from the dancing flames. He repeated his question as he turned to look at her, expression serious.

“Like what?”

“What about bears?” He looked genuinely concerned.

Riza blinked at him. “Probably. I think so, yes.” She faintly recalled hearing stories about the size and might of the bears in the north but elected not to bring it up. She didn’t think that would have been beneficial or productive in that moment, especially not after recognising a faint glint of fear that was discernible in the Colonel’s eyes.

“Do you think we should be concerned?”

Riza glanced over her shoulder at the door as it rattled on its hinges. “I don’t think so. We’ll be safe in here.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Do you know any bears that can open doors?” Both her brows lifted as she regarded him.

“I know a bear could open that door,” he scoffed, jerking his head towards it. “It’s hardly a strong line of defence.”

That was true. One more gust of wind might snap it off one of the hinges. The top one rattled playfully to emphasise his point.

“I think we’ll be okay, sir,” Riza replied smoothly, trying to keep her amusement out of her tone.

The Colonel scowled at her anyway. Apparently she hadn’t been entirely successful.

Riza chuckled upon seeing his expression. “City boy,” she muttered to herself, her tone light and playful.

“I would say it was a legitimate concern,” he replied haughtily.

“You also thought there were bears in the woods outside my father’s house.”

“I think my point still stands.”

“Bears do not exist in every wooded area and forest, Roy.” She rolled her eyes at him in amused exasperation, momentarily forgetting herself.

It was so easy talking to him like this. The two of them were alone together and stuck in a predicament that neither could have ever predicted or conjured up, yet here they were. It was surreal, but it was nice. Despite everything that had happened today she was still relatively happy. She was grateful to be with him. Ideally, she’d have neither of them stranded in a snowstorm, however she was glad he was here. If there was anyone she’d want to be stranded with, it would be him.

After she’d realised her minor slip up, Riza paused and glanced over at him, noting his soft expression and smile. It was so genuine and happy that she didn’t cringe or apologise. She didn’t feel the need to.

“We sound like we did when we were children,” he replied.

Riza felt her own nostalgic smile spread across her face. “We do.”

“I’ll take first watch,” he offered.

Riza opened her mouth to protest but he’d already shoved a threadbare blanket he’d found towards her. Riza didn’t particularly want to use it – she had no way of knowing how clean it was – however the building was not heated in the slightest, aside from the fire. It was built for hikers who were well prepared with sleeping bags, which they were not. For survival, Riza had to accept any kind of warmth she could get.

“You need to rest that ankle,” he added.

She nodded and took the blanket from him. Riza settled herself on the hard, wooden bedframe so she was facing into the room. It was warmer than facing the cold stone of the wall beside the bed.

“Colonel?”

He glanced over at her expectantly.

“Watch out for those bears.”

* * * * * * * *

The wind had died down throughout the night at least. Roy had been partly joking when he brought up the bears that may be lurking outside for them, however now that he’d put the idea inside his own head, he couldn’t help but take an extra glance every now and then out the window.

Just in case.

It was worth bringing it up to hear the Lieutenant’s laugh. To hear her accidentally call him by his first name. It had been so worth it.

To whittle away the time his mind tried its best to summon a plan of attack against any bear that did appear, going over how he would react and how he would fend one off, but Roy had come to only one conclusion after about half an hour of plotting. It was folly. There was absolutely no way he’d be able to take on a bear. His eyes narrowed at the rickety old door and took solace in the fact the doorway looked too small for a bear to fit through. They were safe from them so long as they stayed inside, and that was good enough for him.

Now the bear appearance dilemma, likely or not, had been put to bed, Roy’s thoughts turned towards the Lieutenant. He glanced down at her ankle as she lay sound asleep, remembering how she’d stumbled and fallen in a snowdrift. Insisting she was fine, they’d pressed on. They didn’t have much choice in the matter anyway, but he was still concerned. He had a strong inkling she was suffering for it as they travelled. A sprained ankle under normal conditions would ease with rest, but that was not a luxury they’d been afforded as they traversed the snowy landscape to safety. Snowdrifts up to their knees were common and Roy had felt dead on his feet when they finally came to a stop inside this shelter.

That was one blessing of the day, at least. He’d simply laughed at their luck, shaking his head, now they were safe beneath shelter, dry, and out of the storm.

But if he’d felt tired down to his bones, then he couldn’t imagine how the Lieutenant must have felt upon their arrival.

Steadying his resolve, Roy determined there was no imminent danger. No bears coming through the night to get them. Now the storm had eased, looking through the shards of the window, Roy could see the gorgeous landscape splayed before him, illuminated by the moonlight, and enhanced by the heavy snow. It looked a lot more inviting than it had a few hours ago.

He wouldn’t, but he was tempted to wake up the Lieutenant to show her how beautiful it looked.

Roy smiled to himself, the thought dredging up an old memory from their past. He faintly recalled doing something similar when he’d experienced his first winter at the Hawkeye house. He’d ran to her room without a thought, excited and eager to show her how the dark forest outside had transformed into a silvery white and green wonderland.

It had been something he’d been desperate to share with her.

“Colonel?”

A tired voice called to him, and Roy immediately lost his interest in the world outside. He turned, seeing the Lieutenant blink tiredly at him.

“Lieutenant,” he greeted, an air of concern about him. He hadn’t expected her to wake so soon, and if she did, he knew she’d want to take over watch duties.

She shot him a small smile, placating his nerves somewhat. Pushing herself up into a seated position, the Lieutenant stretched her arms over her head.

“How’s the ankle?”

She grimaced, but only slightly. “Better now that I’ve taken my weight off it.”

That didn’t answer his question entirely. “Is there any pain?”

She was silent as she looked down at her legs. “It does throb every now and again. That’s what woke me up.”

Roy nodded, dismayed to hear she was in pain. If he could take it away, he would, but they didn’t have painkillers in their first aid kits. The only thing that would help was a support, which the Lieutenant had already put on after gently easing her boot off. She didn’t react to the angry red hue of her skin, but Roy felt his stomach tense. It hadn’t looked good. The compression support had been slipped on slowly, but Roy saw the way her eye twitched twice and how her jaw clenched while obviously trying to conceal any kind of pain.

“Why don’t you try and get a few hours sleep,” the Lieutenant offered. “I think I’ll be up for a while now.” She swung her legs around and to the floor, visibly wincing when her sore ankle contacted the floor. Another appeared when she tried to stand, but Roy quickly scrambled towards her.

“Please, stay seated,” he insisted. “You shouldn’t be walking on that ankle.”

The Lieutenant shot him a strained smile. “That doesn’t bode well for us for tomorrow,” she quipped.

Roy opened his mouth to reply, but she was right. Still, hewas right. She shouldn’t be walking on that ankle.

“Regardless,” he admonished, placing his hands on her shoulders as a gentle restraint to keep her in place. “All the more reason to remain seated and keep resting it then, right?” Triumph flashed through him, and he smirked when the Lieutenant’s lips pursed, because she knew he was right.

“You can’t sleep on the floor, though,” she warned.

His shoulders fell in defeat, glancing down at the bed. His mind rejoiced with the idea that sprung into it, however it was so far out the realm of what was appropriate that it was completely out of the question.

Roy retracted his hands as the Lieutenant placed both hands by her sides and effortlessly slid herself backwards, so her back came to rest upon the stone wall behind her. She made herself comfortable and looked at him expectantly, patting the space beside her to indicate he should join her and sit.

Even if it wasn’t appropriate to share a bed with his Lieutenant, Roy only needed to take one look around them both and remember where they were. This day was already bizarre enough. What was one more occurrence to add to that list?

He wouldn’t particularly class it as sharing a bed with her either. They would both be sitting upright, looking out at the room, with considerable distance in place between them.

“We can take turns with the blanket,” she smirked as she handed it over.

Roy snorted lightly and gratefully received her offering. The room was warm enough with the fire but the stone behind his back still stubbornly clung to the icy temperatures from outside, refusing to accept the warmth they’d provided the room. Wrapping it around his shoulders, Roy settled back in place and made himself comfortable.

He woke with a start a few hours later. His head jerked upright and swung left and right, unseeing as he still tried to shake the vision from his dreams.

“Colonel? Colonel!”

He paused for a second, recognising the voice. It was from someone he thought he’d lost in his dream.

“Roy,” the Lieutenant called to him.

It was enough to surprise him, that it brought him back to the present. Glancing to his right, he saw his Lieutenant still seated next to him, eyes wide and concerned.

“Are you okay?” Her eyes were searching his, moving back and forth frantically as she scanned his face with worry.

“Yes,” he breathed, trying to get a hold of his racing heart to slow it down. He was all right. She was all right. They were safe. He gulped down air, trying to get enough into his lungs and take away the fear that had both restricted them and wrapped tightly around his heart. “Just… A bad dream.”

The Lieutenant nodded in understanding and patted his forearm. That was when Roy realised she didn’t remove it, and that it had been there the entire time.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Roy shook his head. “It’s okay,” he breathed. “Thank you, though,” he quickly added. “It was just… the usual,” he offered. The usual nowadays was him losing someone dear to him. The Promised Day had not been kind on his mind. To this day he still suffered, and he didn’t particularly want to relive it after it was so fresh. His reply was code enough that the Lieutenant knew exactly what he was referring to. They’d already been open about what their ‘usual’ nightmares consisted of nowadays.

As suspected, realisation dawned upon her features, and she nodded in sympathy.

“I… I need some time before I can sleep again,” he admitted. There was no shame in his voice though, not with her. Never with her. They were both very well acquainted with the reasons the other struggled to sleep. “You should try for a while.”

“Okay,” she acquiesced. She gave his forearm a squeeze and again, she didn’t remove it. “Wake me if you need anything, all right?” She waited for him to verbally agree with her. Only once he did, did the Lieutenant’s eyes close.

Watching her do so caused Roy’s brow to furrow slightly in confusion.

She must have moved closer to him as he slept, because where there had been about two feet of distance between them before, there was now mere centimetres. Just enough distance for the Lieutenant’s head to loll and fall against his shoulder comfortably as she slept.

He’d been startled awake, so Roy hadn’t realised he’d initiated it. In sleep, his head had bowed and rolled to the side, seeking out her presence. After shifting closer, the Lieutenant had eased him from his uncomfortable position and lifted his head to lie upon her shoulder.

Now recovered from the turmoil of his dream, Roy smiled down at her and relished in the comfort her presence brought him. The weight of her head against him eased his mind and slowed his racing pulse. He could breathe easier with her lying against him. A peace washed over his body, relaxing his taught muscles, and soothing his very soul.

Despite their predicament, he was glad she was here with him.

The grip she had on his forearm loosened, so Roy snaked his hand over to it, hooking their fingers together and holding on tightly. The Lieutenant stirred next to him, disturbed from sleep.

“Sorry,” he whispered, “it’s okay. It’s just me.” He gave her hand a quick squeeze.

There was a brief pause with no reply, then the Lieutenant’s grip on him tightened and remained.

“Okay,” she exhaled peacefully. She moved next to him, shuffling closer, which Roy was more than happy to indulge in.

As she was lulled back to sleep, her grip on his hand slackened but Roy never let her go. He anchored himself to her.

They’d get through this and get home. Not that she’d allow it of course, but Roy would carry her through the snow with that ankle if need be to ensure their safety. It had been the day from hell professionally, however ending it with the two of them curled together on that uncomfortable bed, gripping onto one another, was not bad in the slightest. Roy thought that was the closest to heaven he was ever going to get.

* * * * * * * *

Their luck must have finally been turning for the better, as that morning a group of hikers entered the bothy loudly, laughing and joking with one another, while Roy helped the Lieutenant strap up her ankle. They were offered food and directions to the nearest town, which was only two miles away. The group set off with them, insistent on offering their help and support, and even assisted the Lieutenant with some painkillers as well.

After the day of travel they’d had before, it brightened up both soldier’s moods somewhat as they set off again through the snowy northern landscape with their new company.

Thankfully, they didn’t come across any bears.

They made it to the town in one peace and called North City Headquarters for assistance. And also requested back up for that assistance.

Just in case.

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