#the-mighty-microwave

[its-your-mind]

can I. JUST SAY.

There is so much power in the ability to laugh at the things that terrify you, the things that caused you your deepest wounds and traumas and insecurities

And not in a “haha that was actually always just a foolish trivial thing” and not in a “my fear was never necessary, how silly of me,” but in a “my only perspective on this for years was from below as I cowered before it, trying desperately to protect myself, and now I am slowly learning that it is possible to see this thing from a different angle.”

Caleb imagined the moment he would see Trent again millions of times, in millions of permutations. But the thing about trauma is that it’s almost impossible to imagine confronting its source as anyone but the person you were when you were hurt. And Caleb had been a child, alone, and Trent was the only authority figure with any sway over his life.

It is possible to imagine a student striking back against a cruel and abusive teacher. It is possible to imagine a powerful mage tracking down and punishing a lone fugitive ex-apprentice.

But Caleb isn’t alone anymore, and he’s not subject to Trent’s authority in nearly the same way.

In the moment when Caleb and Trent saw each other again, Caleb was a member of a group of powerful, capable adventurers who had recently thwarted the actions of a dangerous cult of a Betrayer God. He was accompanied by an Expositor of the Cobalt Soul. He was vouched for by an Archmage member of the Council of Tal’dore. He had been part of a successful infiltration into the enemy Dynasty, and had come out with the favor of their Queen.

Caleb might not be as powerful as Trent, either politically or magically, but he’s also not a naive young student from a farming village anymore. He has allies. He has a family. He has power. He is not someone who can be easily made to disappear.

And while Caleb may not have internalized that quite yet, Trent clearly has, and more importantly, the rest of the Nein have.

They all stepped in around Caleb as a show of support and protection and strength as soon as they saw Trent coming close. “This one isn’t yours to control anymore,” they’re saying. “If you want him, you’re going to have to go through us.”

And they’re still listening, still validating Caleb’s fear and assuring him that they’re with him and that they’re going to keep him safe, but they understand how hard this must be for him, and he can just say the word and they’ll all leave Rexxentrum behind.

But they’re also adding chocolate and pastries to the list of demands they have for the Cerberus Assembly for future meetings. They’re mentioning the Happy Fun Ball, by name, to Ludinus Da’leth. Jester is offering to hold official parlay meetings in a volcano. Caduceus is telling Trent he doesn’t know what the word “caustic” means.

And all of a sudden… Caleb is able to step out of the protective and submissive position he’s held towards Trent and the Cerberus Assembly for his whole life. Not entirely, and not permanently, but… his new family just being there, being who they are even when surrounded by these powerful and terrifying people from his past…

All of a sudden, some of the shadows fade away, and yes, Trent is awful and horrible and has had too much control over Caleb’s life, and yes the Cerberus Assembly is powerful and far-reaching and has agents all over the world, but Jester can still baffle Ludinus, and Caduceus can still read Trent like a book, Beau can still be blunt and direct, Yasha can still make herself a threat, Nott can still be sly and inconspicuous, and Fjord can still sweet-talk through interactions with dangerous people.

All of a sudden, Caleb is not alone.

Things aren’t better. He’s still broken and hurting and scared. But now, as he watches his friends square up next to him against his past with the same irreverence they give to everything else, he’s able to take small steps. Call Trent out on his cowardice. Offer a greeting to Eadwulf. Ask Ludinus direct questions about the intentions of the Cerberus Assembly.

He’s not safe, none of them are safe, but they are together, and that makes them powerful. That makes them dangerous. That makes them a threat. And all of a sudden, the looming presence of Trent Ikithon starts to recede back into Caleb’s past. Not gone, not forgotten, not excised… But past. Not here. Not now. Not surrounded by these people who will stand around him and behind him and beside him as he faces down the people that haunt his past.

#critical role #the mighty nein #c2e88 #caleb widogast #trent ikithon #ludinus da'leth #the cerberus assembly #cr2 spoilers #c2 spoilers #ANYway I was think bout trauma AS YOU DO and also Caleb bc I am a broken human being whose brain is not a brain but only blorbo in microwave #idk if I explained it good?? #but basically one of the common breakthroughs in ptsd therapy is when you start to laugh at the thing #like just any part of it #bc it’s a sign that emotions that are not fear are allowed into the memory #woop

[vulturereyy]

Warm up today is Lurien tending to Hegemol in the early stages of my Failed Watcher Knight Hegemol headcanon (which I have rambled about too much here and here )

#lurien the watcher #mighty hegemol #hegemol #hollow knight #hollow knight headcanon #rotates hegemol in my head like a microwave

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

♡ chronicle #3 : going home ♡

fem reader pronouns mentioned in this one !

wc : 7210

bakugou has been acting different after your conversation at work.

it's not like he's gotten any less annoying, far from it. but he's been a bit more...bearable lately.

sure, he still steals your food and nips at you when you pull it away from him. but he's started 'begrudingly" sharing his portion with you, to keep it fair. whether it be an energy bar from your pantry or the dinner he insisted he'd make for himself but ended up conveniently making enough for the two of you.

he's also way more touchy, almost on the brink of clingy. he follows you around your apartment whenever you leave the living room like an angry puppy with rabies, but then denies he is. "you were just headed the same way i was." was his favorite excuse.

you had caught on quickly when he simply stood by the door and watched you fold laundry, then growling about how you took to long before taking half of your clothes and neatly folding them like his life depended on it. perhaps he was simply a clinger. you don't mind much, you get your laundry done faster with him here.

he's started sitting closer to you on the couch. slowly, subtly at first, but now he doesn't feel the need to be subtle anymore it seems. he can't be when you're practically sitting shoulder to shoulder. you don't mind much, he's warm.

you've slowly started petting his head more and more often. you don't really remember why you did before, but he didn't seem to mind it the first time, so you figured you were in the clear to do it again. he jumped after you'd first done it again while you were watching the notebook, but he didn't say anything. you didn't either so as not to get your head chewed off. you saw in the corner of your eye how he leaned his head a little more towards you, and how he turned red from the tips of his ears all the way down to his neck.

since you'd come to find out he liked getting praised, you'd start implementing the act of affection here and there and now he expects you to do it every time. it was hard to understand what he wanted at first since apparently him being a powerful and mighty dragon made him unable to use his words correctly. he'd just stare at you, fiery red eyes locked onto your face and a small barely there pout forming on his face. you'd learned to do it every time since then, otherwise he'd get cranky. you don't mind much, his hair feels really nice.

he still hasn't called you by your fucking name though, but you're desensitized by now.

it's been about an hour since you'd gotten back from work. you're watching a movie you chose, which ended up being lady and the tramp. bakugou complained at first before quickly getting absorbed into the movie. you find it frankly hilarious that the big, serious and scary dragon man enjoys watching disney movies but you digress, it was a good movie.

you can hear the microwave's low hum and you're already salivating at the smell from the leftover dinner bakugou had made yesterday. you're a little, just a smidge jealous of his cooking skills, sure. but you will not miss the opportunity to eat his food up, you've learned to suck up your pride and live with his stupidly handsome cocky smirk as you practically devour his food.

you've gotten to the famous spaghetthi scene and you're curious to see how the dragon man reacts to it. you feel smugness pooling in your chest when you see him trying to hold back a cheesy smile. you really can't blame him, there's a smile forming on your face unconsciously, this scene is really fucking cute.

"i love this scene, it's so cute" you sigh dreamingly "if only human relationships were that easy" you lament, resting your head in the palm of your hand.

bakugou, who's sitting right next to you on the couch, scoffs to himself "you humans and your stupid mating rituals. i don't know why you make things so difficult for yourselves."

"you can't just assume all humans are like what you see in drama's. most humans aren't like that" you deadpan. he pokes at your ribs and chuckles when you jolt and glare at him, just as annoying alright.

"of course i know that, shitty human" he says, shuffling around on the couch to get more comfortable, his arm brushes against yours when he throws it back around the couch for a moment and you hate how easily it makes you shiver. " but those drama's are somewhat cemented in reality, aren't they ? so it's stupid."

you roll your eyes, but you can't really disagree. humans did seem to make things complicated for themselves.

but suddenly, you're curious.

"well, how do dragons.." you fumble around with your hands looking for the right word "..date, then ?" you ask. bakugou rolls his eyes at you "we don't date." he copies in a pitchy voice, you tug at his horn and he growls, snapping at you.

"what do you do then ?" you groan as you dodge him, he knocks his head against yours and headbutts you. he's such a sore loser.

"we mate." he huffs "mate ?" you ask curiously and he nods, looking towards the tv, grunting in acknowledgement. "s'like—what you humans call marriage" he mumbles, his voice and eye contact trailing off.

"oh, okay.." you hum, nodding "so, how do you break up ?"

"we don't. there's no need."

you tilt your head at him, silently asking for more info. he sighs like he's irritated but really it's because you're staring up at him so curiously. you're eyes are big and bright and so annoyingly pretty. and your scent's way too fucking strong, it makes him want to hold you and keep you close to him, away from dragons and humans and everything else.

" everyone has a soulmate." he starts, absentmindedly prodding at the material of your couch "wether you find them at birth or at the end of your lifespan, you have one."

"you're soulmates the one that was made for you. there's an old legend you and your soulmate are stars seperated by the gods and you're looking for each other reflexively—or something" he adds, seemingly uninterested, but he can feel his skin heating up after every word "they understand you on a level no one else can, and whenever you're with them.." he cuts himself off and suddenly looks down at you. you blink up at him, surprised, but you don't move an inch. it feels like you've gotten closer somehow. something in the air has changed.

"it" he gulps "it feels right."

katsuki has understood why he feels the way he does around you for a while now. he thinks he's always had somewhat of a hunch when he'd first blasted into your apartment and hadn't killed you the moment you'd raised your voice at him. but he knew for sure when you'd had your..moment at your office.

katsuki's convinced himself he doesn't have time for soulmates, he doesn't need one. no matter how hard his old hag had tried to force encourage him to find his. he simply couldn't find it in himself to care.

and yet, now that he's met you, it's so, so different. he wants you. he wants you more then he's ever wanted anything before. he needs you more than all the gold and every treasure he could lay his eyes on. he can't hand you over to anyone else now that he's met you and he wants to be bothered, especially because you're human. something he's been taught to look down on ever since he was a cub. and yet here he is, clinging to you like a puppy. cooking for you, helping you with your stupid human chores and groceries and he listens to you when you ask him something, although begrudgingly.

and katsuki wants to hate it, he wants to hate the way you make him feel, wants to hate how mushy and soft you make him, he wants to hate you. but he can't. can't hate the way you make him feel and he can't hate you because when he's with you he feels so good. he wants more, more of this feeling, more of you.

dragons are greedy creatures after all.

you're lips suddenly feel very dry as he looks at you and you look at him. his piercing gaze makes you forget you were supposed to respond to what he said.

"o-oh, that's really..romantic" you breathe out. he huffs and he's so much closer now because you feel the air hit your face when he does "s'corny if you ask me" he says evenly, gaze focused on you.

"i did ask you" you quip, but there's no smirk on your face when you do, your heart starts beating a little faster "you seem to know a lot for someone who thinks it's corny" you try to lighten to mood, booping his nose and you watch his face scrunch up, huffing out a laugh when he bops his forehead to yours somewhat harshly again, but not enough to hurt.

" my folks told me about it. and it's a common tale back where i'm from, everyone knows about it."

and that clears your head a little bit. his parents. the place where he comes from.

you'd been too scared to ask him anything after things turned awkward a few weeks ago. it wasn't that bad, but bad enough to scare you off from asking again. you suck in a breath, sucking up your confidence with it.

"where—" you start "where are you from anyway, bakugou?" your voice is soft, meek as you ask. it's so low you could barely hear yourself but you did, and so did he. his eyes narrow the slightest bit and you have to steel your nerves to stop from flinching. he leans his head away, just slightly, like he can't force himself to go any further "why'd you wanna know ?" he asks, and unreadable expression on his face.

you shrug "i wanna know more about you." you reply. he squints at you somewhere, then closes his eyes and sighs.

"my people are from a place called yuuei. it's a great kingdom" he huffs, clearly proud.

you nod "then..why'd you leave ?" you probably should've been more careful with your wording, but you found you don't find bakugou as menacing as you used to when he first arrived. you don't know if that's a good thing or not.

his eyebrows furrow as he looks down at the couch, you don't want to upset him and you're about to tell me he doesn't have to divulge any personal information when he speaks again.

"i'm...pretty important over there.” he mumbled "it's—it doesn't matter anymore. i'll probably be replaced."

"what ? what does that mean ?" all he does is furrow his eyebrows more, clenching his fists. as if it were a reflex, you reach up and run your fingers through his soft blonde hair. his closes his eyes the moment your hand makes contact with his head, you hear a happy little chuff come from him as you scratch a specific spot he rlly likes right below his nape.

"in my kingdom, you have to do this sort of..duel, it's for power an' stuff.." he replies after a bit , his eyes still closed but the pinch in his brows returns the more he speaks "i was supposed to win. i was gonna win, but i—" a heavy scowl is present on his face and you could tell it was something hard to talk about for him. you're so focused you don't notice your movements have slowed down, but bakugou has. he nudges his head against your hand and grunts. you offer him a little mumbled out "sorry" and continue to abide to his wordless demand. it's endearing as much as it's bratty, but you don't mind much.

"that fuckin' bastard played dirty..and i lost. th't's how i got here" he groused. your eyes widen in shock, completely stopping your movements in his hair despite the groans of complaint you hear from him. "how far away is yuuei ?!"

"far" he chuckles humorlessly "very far. but i've sparred with him before, he couldn't have gotten so strong so fast. must've gotten somethin' from a witch or whatever.”

"you got blasted all the way here ?!" you squeaked, cringing at the pain he must've felt. with the state he'd appeared at..your wall, it was honestly amazing he had healed so much that fast. dragons really are something else, you thought.

he scoffs, shoving his head against your hand as if to punish you for rubbing salt in his still very open wound. "s'not that big of a deal" he stops himself for a second "i'm gettin' better aren't i, doc ?" he jests. you roll your eyes, a small smile appearing onto your face. he had been healing pretty well from what you'd seen.

"i can give you that" you sigh. bakugou gives you a once over than raises and eyebrow "well, did i satisfy your curiosity, human ?" he goads sarcastically, you fight the urge to roll your eyes again because you feel they'll get stuck to the back of your head with how hard you'd be rolling them. instead you offer him a tiny giggle, you miss how his tail raises upwards the slightest bit.

you hum pensively, and he rolls his eyes at you this time, you laugh. "yeah, i think i'm satisfied for now" you smirk, returning to your activities of messing around with his wheat colored strands of hair, making it messier and spikier than it already was.

"for now ?" he asks amusedly. but there's a subtle hint of genuine vulnerablity in his eyes that you can somehow see so clearly, you're still a little shocked about how easy this literal other wordly, mythical being was to read. or maybe bakugou was just very obvious. or maybe it's because you feel like you've known him you're entire life when you look him in the eyes for too long.

"mhm" you hum, smiling softly at him, your hand trails lower to the hairs at the nape of his neck, you get goosebumps when you hear his low growl in response to your touch "for now" you whisper. a beat passes.

suddenly, you're pressed down on the couch and bakugou's on top of you.

it happened before you could even process it. before you could even blink he was staring down at you, hands on either sides of your head and so close that you could feel his breath every time he inhaled and exhaled. there's a low rumble sound that's coming from him, you don't know from where. you can barely hear anything over the sound of your heart beating fast against your ribs.

he's simply staring, and staring and a beat passes. then he huffs, pouting to himself.

"you piss me the hell off, you know." he mutters

"wh-wha?! bakugou—" you're not even sure you could've said anything more coherent than this if you tried. your brain's scrambled, your cheeks feel hot and you cannot hear anything but him and your beating heart.

he cuts you off "katsuki." he growls. "it's katsuki. say it." he demands, sounding almost desperate.

"..katsuki" you mumble shyly, testing how the new name he'd given you sounds. it's pretty, you like saying it, you decide. he inhales harshly when he registers his name falling from your pretty lips.

"you—" he speaks " you have no fuckin' idea what you do to me, do you." he asks but he doesn't give you a chance to answer as he continues "'f course ya don't." he smirks, leaning in more so he could bump his nose against yours. your lips part to swipe your tongue over them and you feel your fingers twitch when his eyes flit over to look at the movement for way longer than necesarry before he keeps speaking.

"you, you're probably...nah, definitely the most infuriating human i've ever met." you huff, forgetting the position you're in for a moment before pouting up at him " you're not the most amicable dragon i've met either." you huff petulantly. he chuckles, adjusting a little to lean back just barely and give you that infuriating smirk. "no trust me, i am. any other dragon wouldn't have let ya mouth off like that at them for more than a second"

"so what, i should be thanking you or something ?" you snarked hotly, you go to cross your arms reflexively, but he stops you halfway. holding your arms above your head with one hand. he leans in again and you gasp slightly. his hold on you tightens ever so slightly when you do.

"yeah, you should be actually. coulda blown yer fuckin' head off if i wanted to" he snickers "but that's the thing." he says somewhat seriously "i didn't"

"thanks." you deadpan. he tuts at you, rolling his eyes again "shut up, i wasn't finished. when you mouthed off to me when i first arrived here. you had every fuckin' right to." he admits begrudgingly, looking away from you. your eyes widen in surprise but you stay silent

bakugou sighs above you " as much as i hate to admit it, you saved my life...or whatever. and the first thing i did was threaten you. i haven't met that many humans, but most of 'em were weaklings. wether they talked a big game or not, they should be prepared for what happens when you mess with me and what's mine."

"but you weren't after my treasure, or my scales, or my life. you were after payment for your fuckin' wall" he chortles " i thought that was what caught me off guard about you, so i figured i could at least fix your wall up."

he stops and his smirks melt away when he makes eye contact with you again. "but then ya offered me to stay. and i said yes. and i didn't fuckin' know why i did, but it just felt right to." he admits "i went along with your stupid human reasons that i could honestly give less of a shit about, without even fucking knowing why." he spills, inhaling as he finishes "but now," he swallows, leaning down so his lips make contact with your neck, you gasp in surprise "now i do." he rumbles lowly.

you can barely speak, can barely think straight and yet it's like your body's taking full control "wh-why?" you hear yourself ask. he looks up at you from where he's hidden in your neck and leans up until your lips are a breath away from each other. it startles you, but you don't move.

he looks at your lips then back up at you. red eyes peering at you, asking for permission. you exhale and feel yourself nod just the slightest bit, but just enough for him to get your approval. you want this, you need this. you feel like you'll lose it if you he doesn't—

the sound of the timer makes you both jump.

"oh—shit !" you squeak, surprised at the sudden noise, you look at the tv, and back at him. his face is fully red and he refuses to look at you anymore. it makes your chest hurts a little bit. just as fast as he'd pushed you down onto the couch he's already off you, quickly mumbling "i'll go check it." before dissapearing into the kitchen, you can just barely catch the sound of his retreating footsteps over the sound of your beating heart.

what. just. happened ?

you don't know how you fell asleep last night but you did somehow, because the next morning you're off from work, it's ten am, and katsuki is gone. he'd left a note in suprisingly neat handwriting saying he had gone out to get groceries for dinner tonight. it was your turn to make dinner today, but you appreciate it nonetheless, despite your heavy, heavy heart.

you hear a knock at your door and you assume it's him, even though you find it odd of him to knock, since you had offered him a spare key. the knocking is insistent and loud. you grumpily stalk up to your door, swinging it open. expecting to be met with an extremely pushy telemarketer but instead you're met with an extremely tall, red haired man.

he had to be a little bit taller than katsuki, from what you can see. his hair spikes up and blends together so well it takes you a moment to notice those front pieces aren't hair, but horns. you look behind him for good measure and notice a long, red tail swaying from side to side like a cat's. he smiles wide, opening his mouth to speak and you're suddenly face first with an insanely sharp set off teeth. those are way sharper than katsuki's, by a long shot.

he's a dragon.

"hey !" he chirps happily. he doesn't seem like that big of a threat, you dare even say friendly. friendlier than your dragon friend that's for sure.

"hi.." you say wearily, tightly clutching onto your door preparing to slam it in his face should he give you a reason to. he seems to realise you're suspicious of him, as he backs up a little bit, raising his hands up in surrender.

"don't worry, i mean you no harm ! honest !" he reassures, looking you up and down. he seems to find something funny because he snorts but tries to hold it in. you look down and realise you're wearing your most ridiculous set of sanrio pyjamas, with cinnamoroll slippers to match.

great. very awesome. just perfect.

you look away from his and he seems to sense you starting to become flustered, (his senses sure are sharp, you'll give him that) lighthearteldly chuckling "i like your...footwear" he jests pointing with his chin towards your feet "very cute."

"did you need anything ?" you mutter, refusing to look at him because you feel like you'd explode from embarrassment. he jumps a little, seeming to remember what he came for and nods " yeah, actually ! i don't know if you'll believe me, but i'm a dragon."

"i can tell." you respond

"ya don't seem to be all the shocked.." he chuckles, looking a little dissapointed. it's kind of cute and you crack a small smile

"let's just say you're not the first dragon i've met." he nods, humming to himself and you can't tell if he actually heard you, let alone understood you.

"well, that makes things a little easier." he says " i'm actually looking for someone, a friend of mine. he's been missing for a little while and i'm looking for him." he explained

you raise and eyebrow in question "and what makes you think he'd be here?" you asked suspicously

"my buddy's real strong, so i could sense his mana output was somewhere around here ! i was gonna go from door to door, but it felt the strongest over here, so i decided to check your residence first !" he beams.

oh wow.

you don't even want to imagine what would've happened if someone had seem him like..that outside of their door. you can just thank the heavens above he came to your door first. nevertheless, he seems harmless. and he's pretty endearing, you're heart can't help but squeeze for him a little bit.

"oh, well—"

"what the fuck are you doing here ?!"

you and your new dragon friend both jump at the booming voice belonging to none other than your blonde dragon roommate, having just returned from doing the groceries. he doesn't look pleased, unlike his friend, who's breaks out into a grin seeing him.

"bakugou, man !" he rushes over to his friend, his tail happily following along. he clasps his hand behind his friends back, said friend doesn't budge and opts to glare from the corner of his eye.

"what the fuck are you doing here, shitty hair ?!" katsuki growls again, hands tightening around the grocery bags. you wince at the harsh nickname but his friend doesn't even flinch, probably already used to your dragon friends potty mouth.

shitty hair (?) simply laughs "what type of question is that ? i came here to get you !" his friend throws an arm around his shoulder and katsuki's jaw tightens.

you can't wipe the look of shock on your face fast enough because katsuki notices it. his eyebrows furrow as he's sure you'd heard what his mysterious companion had said, not that you could miss his frankly loud voice.

a beat passes and katsuki just shakes his head, grumbling at his friends words." i didn't ask you to come for me."

his hold loosens just slightly on the grocery bags in his hands and he sighs, shaking his friends shoulder off and walking past you both into your apartment, you both follow after him.

"c'mon man ! everyone's been worried about you !" kirishima pleads, accidently bumping past you to reach his friend. bakugou insists on ignoring him, stuffing the groceries in the fridge and the pantry "you've been gone for way longer than you usually are when you get mopey, so i just wanted to check up on—"

bakugou throws his friend a pointed glare, the heat of his stare causes his friend to flinch and his tail to drop. bakugou clenches his fists once, then twice and goes back to putting tonight's ingredients away "get lost. i don't need you to check up on me." he all but growls "i'm obviously fine, so tell the others to quit worryin.'"

"as if ! what am i supposed to tell them ? that you're suddenly working for humans ?" his friend seems to remember your existence and turns to you, waving his hands around " a— a nice human, of course !"

as confused as you are, you offer him a small smile "no offense taken." he smiles at you, sharp teeth on display, you miss the way bakugou slams the fridge door a little more harshly than usual. "i'm not workin for them ! as if i'd ever stoop that low, don't fuckin' insult me !"

"w-well what am i supposed to get from...this ?!" his friend gestures towards the now empty grocery bags in katsuki's hands. bakugou rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to respond when you cut in.

"uhm, excuse me ?"

this might be the stupidest decision you've ever made, standing in between two huge men who also happen to be dragons was definetly not something you expected to happen in your lifetime.

"i can tell you have..issues" you trail off "but i would like to get some things straight first, alright ?" you look to both men for answers. your unexpected guest nods obediently while your grouchy friend simply grunts in response, looking away from you. you sigh.

"alright first," you turn to the red haired dragon man " who are you ?" he jumps, rubbing at his nape, suddenly bashful "oh, right ! sorry, how rude of me !" he apologizes to you so easily. he's been suprisingly easy to deal with and you're starting to doubt what bakugou said about other dragons being meaner than him.

"the name's kirishima ! kirishima eijirou ! i'm sorry i didn't introduce myself sooner" you hear bakugou scoff behind you but you choose to ignore it, nodding at kirishima's words. "..alright kirishima, what do you want from bakugou here ?" you ask, nodding your chin behind your back towards your spiky haired roommate.

kirishima nods " bakugou suddenly went missing after an incident happened at our ten-year-tournament. i didn't bother looking for him at first, cuz he likes to be alone when he's brooding." he chuckles nervously "but he didn't show up after a few days and suddenly we realized he had dissapeared. i couldn't just give up on my bro, so i went looking for him." he explains.

"well ya found me, whoop-dee-fuckin'-doo." katsuki deadpans " so now you can fuck off—"

you fix bakugou with a sharp glare, and he clamps his mouth shut in suprise, before grumbling to himself, deciding to kick his shoes off. you sigh, focusing back on kirishima who looks shocked for a reason you don't know, then fixes his gaze on you again and straightens up, you look at him funny but you don't bother asking him about his behavior.

"ten-year- tournament ?"

"yeah !" kirishima bellows like you're a sergeant "it happens every decade between multiple different factions within our kingdom to avoid resorting to an all out war" he explains " we organize a tournament with representatives from every faction to take part in a sort of all out combat tournament !"

" the winning faction is granted a significant advantage and influence. the tournament serves as a means to determine a balance of power and settle disputes peacefully." katsuki adds on from behind you, with kirishima nodding along excitedly.

your jaw practically drops to the floor as you process the information. bakugou looks damn near constipated when you look back at him in shock. he squirms and shuffles around refusing to meet your eye.

bakugou scoffs for the umpteenth time today, shoving his hands in the pockets of the pants he chose out a few weeks ago when you'd went to the mall "...s'not that big of a deal.." he mutters, basically to himself but unfortunately for him both you and kirishima hear him.

"what ?!" you both exclaim, bakugou squints harder, his expression souring. you turn to kirishima and he doesn't need to be asked anything to know you want to know more. he continues nervously, despite having bakugou's glare concentrated on him as if telling him to be quiet.

"basically, bakubro over here fougth against someone from another faction, but it didn't end well."

"fuckin' bastard played dirty.." bakugou snarls behind you.

"right..and this is where we are now" kirishima finishes, sweatdropping.

you nod, eyebrows furrowed. you feel like the puzzle pieces are connecting, but you're somehow just as confused.

"so, what you said about that duel stuff yesterday, and you being replaced—" you turn to bakugou, who finally decides to look at you and it stuns you a bit, you try not to let it show too hard.

"replaced ?!" kirishima repeats "no way, man ! you're our best fighter, there's no way you'd get replaced"

bakugou's eyebrows furrow a bit more in response, his expression bitter as he looks off to the side, you can see the hurt he's trying to mask with anger " 'm obviously not the best if i fuckin' lost.." he chokes out lowly. your heart hurts for him and you want nothing more than to bury your fingers in his hair and have him purr into your touch to make him feel better.

" we all know that yuma guy didn't play fair ! maybe we could have some kinda—re-tournament or something !" kirishima tries encouraging his friend but it's futile as bakugou's jaw tightens again, glaring daggers at his friend, silencing him.

"don't be dumb. there's no way that's ever gonna happen, the elders are gonna see what they wanna see, whatever we have to say doesn't fuckin' matter." he says through his teeth.

" but—"

"enough, kirishima." bakugou snapped "forget it." it's all he utters before walking off to bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

it's so quiet you could hear a pin drop, kirishima and you hold your breath until he let's out a hopeless sigh.

"hooooh, maaann...i messed up bad.." he covers his face with his hands, groaning into them. you walk up to him to rub his arm comfortingly. you don't really know what else to do but try to confort him.

"hey, it's alright just-give him some time to cool off, he gets cranky after being around humans for too long" you chuckle. kirishima offers you a tiny smile, letting out a huff of laughter "well, he doesn't encounter humans long enough to get cranky at them."

you tilt your head in confusion "what do you mean ?" you ask.

"bakubro doesn't like humans, he makes that..really clear" he sweatdrops, his tail swishes slowly. "but i've never seen him take anything from a human before," he looks down at you and flashes you a cute grin "he must really like you !"

your heart skips too many beats.

it pulses like it did yesterday, when he'd been so close. with his breath against your face and his face so close to yours and his lips so close to-

"hey, you okay ? you look a little sick.." you feel something hard against your forehead, then realise it's his pressed against your own "do ya have a fever..?" he mutters almost to himself.

you jump back damn near five meters away from him as you process how close he is. he's way less shy about being physical compared to katsuki, by a long shot.

"i-i'm okay ! no need to worry about me ! m'fine !" he pouts at your response " we must have freaked you out, right ? m'sorry for the outburst." he apologizes, bowing his head a little. maybe it's because he's so nice or you've gotten used to petting dragons, but you place your hand against his spiky hair, rubbing at it softly "it's really not your fault, no need for apologies."

his eyes widen for a fraction of a second then dilate and his tail wags like a puppy's. "okay..f'you say so." he mumbles shyly, his voice now barely a fraction of what is was before " thank you, human.."

you're about to respond when the bathroom door opens and your met with bakugou, who's face morphs from his usual grumpy resting face, to confusion, to being damn near enraged. kirishima's about to talk again, possibly trying to convince his friend to return with him but katsuki marches over before he can even take a breath and proceeds to rip your hand out of kirishima's hair with a growl.

you gasp in surprise, his hand is so warm around your wrist. it makes you feel warm all over. kirishima tries to speak again but is interuppted yet again and if you could think straight you'd feel bad.

"kirishima." katsuki growls lowly, grip still secure around your wrist "come outside with me for a second."

kirishima looks at his friend, then to you and your arm in his grip. then nods, his eyes are a little wide "okay, sure." he says. katsuki grunts in acknowledgement and kirishima walks off ahead, not before offering you a wave and a cheery 'it was nice to meet you human !" you offer him a weak wave in return, still stunned.

before he leaves, katsuki turns to you. he looks down at your hand like he'd forgotten he'd grabbed it. he looks up at you, ears and face reddening, but he doesn't make any move to let go. instead, he harshly grabs your hand like a ragdoll and places it ontop of his head. his eyes remain fixed onto your face, your heart beats so fast your afraid it'll blast out of your chest at this rate.

it takes you a minute but almost reflexively, you curl your fingers to start scratching at the mop of hair on his head. he closes his eyes almost immediatly, chuffing into the air as he leans into you just slightly when you scratch at the spot right next to one of his horns.

the entire interaction takes up 5 seconds, but you feel like decades just passed by, and you really don't mind much. katsuki opens his eyes slowly to look at you. his eyes shine like he has something he wants to say, like he's debating if he should say something.

"i'll be back.." he whispers, voice low and gravely.

"okay.." you whisper back "don't be long. you're makin' dinner tonight, right ?" you giggle.

he huffs in your face and some smoke comes out, he let's out a barely there chuckle when you scrunch your nose up at him " dumbass, don't think i forgot it's your turn. you're lucky m'letting it slide tonight." he snickers. you tug at his horn and he snarls at you. before leaning back up again. he looks at you for just a moment longer then turns away out the door.

the butterflies in your stomach fly around in a fury, flapping their wings away as a dazed smile pulls at your face. you're satisfied enough for now to ignore the seed of doubt growing in your stomach.

" woah, there's tons of humans here, huh ?" kirishima says.

katsuki merely grunts in response. they had decided to settle down at a nearby park. it's crawling with humans and katsuki is somewhat dissapointed to realise he isn't all that bothered by their presence anymore. not as much as before at least.

"it’s annoyin." he mutters halfheartedly, leaning against the park bench they were sitting on, he sighs. kirishima chuckles kicking some at some sand, frightening some pigeons nearby. "this place is real peaceful, i can see why you've been here for so long."

bakugou scoffs "wasn't originally what i was plannin’. you think i'd willingly spend my time mingling with humans, shitty hair ?"

"well, kinda seems like it's what you were doing with the human you're living with" kirishima quips, innocently shrugging to himself "just an observation." he adds.

"spell observation, then you can try to act smart with me, dumbass."

"hey, not cool ! i'm not stupid !" kirishima whines. he can't help himself and chuckles. bakugou cracks a faint smirk.

" i wasn't gonna live with that shitty human, just happened to blast through her apartment after losing that stupid tournament. was injured an’ she let me stay till i got better, or whatever." he explains. kirishima furrows his eyebrows, visibly confused.

"i mean, you woulda been blasted off pretty far, but it's been weeks man.. have you gotten weaker or-"

"of course not, shitty scales !" bakugou growls "as if that weakling extra would've gotten me that bad."

"but..you're healed now, aren't you ?" his red haired friend asked. katsuki cringes at the way he's hesitant to answer him.

"yeah.." he utters.

both men stay quiet after that. katsuki sees a man walking his dog and a couple with a little girl in between them.

"you like that human a lot, don't you." kirishima speaks into the silence. katsuki doesn't respond. he sees two humans walking together, smiling and holding onto each others hands.

"tch. as if i could like that shitty human.." he says. kirishima can hear his friend doesn't sound completely sure of himself, despite being the last person he expected to ever be unsure of himself. the blonde barely lasts a minute before sighing to himself. he leans his forearms against his legs.

"i think.. i think she's..y'know.." katsuki groans, grabbing onto his hair, trying to hide his face to cover up his embarrassment. kirishima only smiles to himself knowingly. kicking his feet up slightly in the air. he scratches his hair in the spot his horns usually are, it feels weird to hide them, he thinks.

"yeah, i know." kirishima answers "so, what do you plan to do ?"

"i don't know" katsuki huffs, letting his hands drop from his hair to back onto his lap. " i don't fuckin' know.."

katsuki returns about an hour later.

you're a little saddened to see that kirishima isn't there with him. "did kirishima leave ?" you ask loud enough so he can hear you from the entrance. he doesn't respond as fast as you'd like him to, the seed of doubt forms again. he walks up to you right infront of the couch and your eyebrows furrow when you see his expression. he refuses to look at you like he did yesterday, your heart squeezes.

"he's waitin' outside" his voice is barely loud enough for you to hear, you turn down the volume of the movie you're watching to hear him better. you see him squint at the floor like he's upset about it.

"oh." you snuggle into the couch, trying your hardest to get comfortable "is he coming over for dinner ?" you ask.

katsuki clenches his fists, taking in a breath "no, he—listen." he looks up at you and his eyebrow furrow harder, it's heartbreaking and you want to reach out to him but you can't bring yourself to move.

"i..i have to go." he says, keeping his eyes on you.

you feel like someone just punched you in the gut.

you don't know how or what to feel. you knew he wouldn't be able to stay forever, you're both completely different. you have different lives, different routines--you're fully different beings. but somehow you'd tried to convince yourself that you weren't all that different from each other. that because you'd gotten used to watching movies, bickering, cooking for each other and folding laundry together, you'd thought maybe things could be different. you could've made this your routine.

"o-oh. oh." you say, voice wobbly "oh, yeah, okay..but your injuries.."

"it's fine i—" he cuts himself off, taking a deep breath. you don't like seeing him like this. katsuki decides he hates the look on your face more than anything. " i was supposed to leave a while ago."

your heart hurts, so so much. it hurts because the look on his face shatters you. it hurts because his words are shattering you. you can't help but feel a little stupid, dragons were really something else. they're not like regular humans, of course he wouldn't heal like one.

"okay..okay." your grip on the remote tightens so hard it starts to hurt. katsuki bites at his lip, he stands there like he's stuck to the floor. the conversation is over. no tears, no screaming, no fighting. it's over but his body won't allow him to move. like he should stay, stay where he feels right.

he should stay here with you.

without another word, katsuki turns around and leaves.

you sit there on the couch for a moment longer, watching his back as he walks away from you. going back to where he actually belongs.

back home.

you feel a giant lump in your throat, your eyes cloud up as you hear the door close behind him along with the low sound of the movie still playing on your tv. you lay down on your couch and cry. tears roll down your face as you shove your head deeper and deeper into one of the pillows and sob.

it seems it was your turn to make dinner tonight, after all.

AAAANNND it is done ! ngl i kinda felt a lil pain in my chest writing this LMFAOOO ughhh my hate love relationship w angst is doin number on me rn :(( welp anyway i had alot of fun writing either way , and i hope you enjoy reading as well ! sorries it took so long ml's

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[esamastation]

Shizuroth, part six.

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Genesis enters Sephiroth's room like he owns the place, which is probably a good thing, because the man the room actually belongs to has no idea what's even in there.

As it turns out, not much.

It's not small, exactly, for a single room apartment with a kitchenette and a bathroom it's actually really spacious! It even has two nice big windows! But it's… spartan. There's a bed, a desk, and the tiniest of kitchen tables. The only thing that could maybe, imaginatively, be called decoration is the stand on which sits Sephiroth's ridiculously long sword. And… that's it.

"Ah, home sweet home," Genesis says, shaking his head and tutting at him. "You, my friend, are in desperate need of colour in your life."

Well - he doesn't disagree! Everything in the room is drab gunmetal grey, mass-produced and sad. Even the curtainless windows just look depressing. And the Feng Shui of the place is awful. Sephiroth's bed is near the door, and you need to go around it to the bathroom, and his desk is facing the corner! The flow of energy is all over the place!

And okay, maybe Feng Shui isn't a thing here - but still! There should be some plants, at least! Some artwork maybe! A carpet or two? The bed doesn't even have a duvet! And there's more than enough room for a couch here, maybe even two. Doesn't Sephiroth ever have people over?

Looking at Genesis, rummaging through the cupboards and making faces at the lack of actual cups there… probably not. Because it seriously looks like Sephiroth had precisely one of everything. One tea mug, one glass, one plate, one bowl and one of each utensils. And no pots and pans. Microwave and electric kettle, and that's it.

If it turns out that Sephiroth only just has instant noodles in his cupboard…

Genesis compromises by using the mug and the water glass to make tea, and the Peak Lord of Qing Jing Peak winces at the brusque thoughtless scalding of the poor tea in its teabags.

"Don't make faces at me - you're the one who doesn't have cups," Genesis says with a sniff and carries the cups to the kitchen table. It's round, metallic, and the chairs look utterly uncomfortable. "Come on, tell me everything. Unburden your tale of woe."

Currently his biggest woe is the veritable black hole of Feng Shui that's Sephiroth's room and he'd like nothing more than to rearrange everything. Right after raiding the wardrobe to see if the man owns a single functional shirt.

Giving Genesis' turtleneck a bitter glance, he goes to sit down. Genesis is cursed with the Final Fantasy Buckles too, but he's got a shirt. Life is utterly unfair.

"Well?" Genesis asks, pushing the tea glass over the metal table. It rattles. "What happened at the lab?"

Making a face, he takes the glass. The tea smells strongly of this will taste awful. "I already told you. Three times the maximum dose."

"So you don't remember?" Genesis asks, perceptively.

Well, obviously not. Sephiroth died, and by the time he appeared, his body was already patched up. It's really very similar to how he landed in Shen Qingqiu. Mako injection instead of Qi deviation, but from what he remembers of FFVII… isn't Mako also energy? Life blood of the planet, condensed. Which was being injected into people.

He… really needs to figure out what that means in the framework of cultivation. If anything, It might be applicable - energy is energy. Or it might be just magic.

"The winds of fate have blown a mighty storm your way, then," Genesis says, taking a sip of tea. He doesn't look like he likes it.

Giving the man a slight shake of Sephiroth's head, he hums. "I feel fine," he says, feeling like a broken record. It'd really be better if the man just left, so that he could sort himself out. And then the room. And then the wardrobe. And then investigate if the laptop would be just as disappointing as the phone has been. "I just need… a break. To recover." Hint, hint!

Genesis stares at him blankly and puts the mug down with a sharp noise. "Well, now I know it's a disaster! Sephiroth himself, asking for a break? Stop the presses, the narrative has gone completely off the rails!"

Leaning back a little, he covers his frustration by taking a drink of Sephiroth's tea and then covering his cough in a displeased hum. Ugh, it's just as bad as he thought it would be. "I can't take a break?" he asks resentfully.

"No, no, of course no one says you can't! Except maybe professor Hojo, but we shall ignore him for the time being," Genesis says quickly and leans forward. "But, Sephiroth, when have you ever taken a break?"

… Depressing! Why is the scary epic Big Bad so depressing?! That's not how it should be! Isn't he supposed to be off-the-rails, scenery-chewing, scene-stealing thing of badassery? One of the most iconic villains of video game history?! With the bombastic theme and the crazy eyes?! Hello?! Why is he so sad?!

Genesis watches him for a moment and then leans forward. "Give me your PHS."

"What?"

"Your PHS," Genesis says impatiently, making a gimme gesture at Sephiroth's pocket. "Give it to me."

".... Why?" he asks suspiciously, putting a protective hand over it. It's where Sephiroth's phone is.

"So that I can send Lazard your appeal for time off! Goddess knows you won't do it yourself - the moment I turn my back you'll probably be heading off to a training mission or something," Genesis says pointedly. "So give."

But… it's his phone now…

"I'll leave you to mope in peace if you do," Genesis bargains, rolling his eyes. "You'll have all the time in the world to lick your wounds and figure out how to cover it up so that no one will be the wiser, I promise. Once I get you some actual time off."

Genesis was - would be - the main villain in Crisis Core. Can he trust the man with Sephiroth's phone? The man looks keen and sincere, but he also looks like he's up to something. And also onto him, which is not great!

Ah, he's really messing this up, without a System to scream at him about what's OOC and what isn't, huh.

Genesis wiggles his fingers, insistent.

… Some time to himself would be great, though. And free time would mean that he wouldn't have to deal with missions just yet. That… could only be good. Maybe there's some honour between villains? It was a big theme in Crisis Core, honour.

"Don't do anything weird with it," he says finally and hands Sephiroth's flip phone over. 

"Would I do such a thing?" Genesis asks, huffing in offence and snatches the phone right up. He doesn't even wait for a reply, already typing away quickly and with gleeful flourish.

Giving the man a suspicious look over his glass of horrible tea, the transmigrator can only hope he wouldn't regret this.

The message Genesis sends to the Director of SOLDIER is decently professional, if a bit presumptuous. It goes along the lines of, "On account of my recent incident in the Shinra Medical, I will be taking some time off for personal reasons," and it's barely even a request, more a demand. But it gets Sephiroth the time off he needs, and promptly, at that - whole three days of it, too! It's most appreciated.

The mailing lists Genesis joins, however, aren't.

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SY at S: damn bitch, you live like this?

#Fanfiction #ff7 #Svsss #Sephiroth #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #genesis rhapsodos

[cherrydreamer]

It starts with a microwave.

Susan's microwave.

Susan's fancy-ass fucking brand new microwave that Neil had so smugly given her as a birthday gift only yesterday. The one that he'd then gone on to give a whole damn speech about, making sure the whole family- especially Billy- knew just how expensive it was, how it was a 'top of the line' product and should be treated as such, how they needed to make sure it was always wiped out after every single use and how they best not do anything dumb, like trying to reheat chicken on the soup setting. 

That microwave.

The one that Max had, of course, somehow managed to break, her stupid, clumsy hands jabbing at the buttons until one of them stuck down and the timer went all weird and the fucking thing wouldn't stop beeping until Billy wrenched the plug out of the socket.

That fucking microwave.

And Billy knows that he's getting the blame. Because that's how it works. Because, even though it's not his fault, Billy is the one who's gonna get it in the neck for this, even though he'd told Max, he'd fucking told her, that if she just waited five goddamn minutes for him to finish his workout, then he'd sort out some dinner for both of them. But she just couldn't. She just had to rush on in and break it and ruin his whole fucking night and-

It doesn't matter.

Billy reminds himself of that fact. It doesn't matter how it happened because it's happened. Neil and Susan went out for their special fancy meal and Billy didn't watch Max closely enough and Max broke Susan's brand new microwave and, as soon as he finds out, Neil is going to break Billy.

It's fucked.

Everything is fucked.

Billy, most of all, is fucked.

Except. Maybe he isn't.

Because when the disorientation of the initial panic starts to ebb, giving way to an all too familiar clench of cold fear, Billy is suddenly granted an idea. A slight glimmer of hope. And he knows he can't afford to replace the thing, but maybe a repair could be manageable. Doable. It'll probably wipe out all his savings, the wad of cash he keeps under the seat of the Camaro and that he's pinned a whole load of his future hopes on, but hey, if Neil comes back and finds out what Billy's done, then his chance of a decent future is looking mighty slim as it is.

So Billy has a plan. Sort of. He heaves the microwave into his arms and hauls it out of the kitchen, yelling back at Max to grab the trailing cord clattering along the counter, and he manages not to drop it the whole way down the steps and then he's placing it into the passenger seat of the Camaro, taking more care of it than any actual passenger he's ever had, and then, with Max in the back, he high tails it all the way to the Hawkins' high street, screeching to a stop right outside of Radio Shack.

And it's closed. Of course it's closed. The real, definite, 'sign flipped and shutters down' kind of closed. Of course it is.

Because that's the kind of night Billy's having. And, ok, maybe he loses it a little and aims a frustrated kick against the door and maybe he pounds against the shutters and yells a few obscenities at the well locked door for good measure.

But hey, who can blame him?

And he's just about to turn around, head back to the Camaro and either drive home to face his fears, or just carry on driving right outta Hawkins, just him and Max and a kidnapped microwave that he might manage to hawk for gas money. He hasn't decided yet.

But for once, someone's looking out for Billy. Because, despite the store being closed, there's a sudden flown of a light flicking on behind the shutters, and then the door is opening and the chubby face of Bob Newby is right there, peering out at them with a bemused expression,

"Now guys, I know we've just got the new Flavoradio in but you kids really don't have to go beating down the door to get it, they'll all still be there tomorrow."

But Billy's already back at the Camaro, lugging the microwave out, raising a surprised sounding chuckle from Bob and an amused retort, "Careful there, sport, that looks like a weighty one." And then Bob's off, chatting away like he and Billy are old friends. Like Billy actually gives a shit about the crap he's rambling on about, "That how you get those muscles, huh, lifting appliances? Cause, that'll do it. Some of the guys in our warehouse? Arms like Schwarzenegger. Not quite the same for us store guys though-" he pauses, patting his gut and smiling, "Although I can't deny that the old brain cells do get a fair workout now and again."

Billy really doesn't have time for this, and, for all Bob's stupid jokes, the microwave is fucking heavy, one sharp corner of it digging right into the crook of his arm, so he's a little harsher than he means to be when he says, "Look, I really need this thing fixing. Tonight." But he quickly manages to tack on a, "Please?" when Bob's eyebrows start to raise.

"Well, now, Mister," Bob sucks his teeth, and tilts his head, "this is Radio Shack, and this thing sure as sugar isn't a radio. And technically, we're not even open."

Billy's heart starts to sink. Plummet, actually, aiming to land somewhere deep down to his feet, but then Bob's smiling again, "But hey, I won't tell if you don't."

And then he winks, ushering Billy and Max inside. He gestures for Billy to put the microwave down on the counter as he pulls a tiny, plastic case from out of his shirt pocket, opening it up and selecting a tiny screwdriver from a whole row of them, tapping the silvery end of it lightly against the microwave's control panel.

"And it just so happens-" Bob wiggles the screwdriver back and forth, tongue poking out from between his teeth as he concentrates on getting the angle just right, "-that I have some personal experience with this model. There's a bit of a design flaw with the, uh, the plastic edge here, right by the buttons, you see?" He taps the screwdriver on the place he means, smiling even more when Billy finally leans in to look, "Press it with a little bit too much force, and you might just find that it tends to jam right up, especially if someone touches it with sticky hands." Bob aims a knowing nod at where Max stands browsing over by the personal stereos, "But it's nothing that can't be fixed when you know how. In fact..."

Bob purses his lips, looking back down at the control panel and then up at Billy. He nods, seemingly to himself, and then he pulls the screwdriver away, holding it out, handle first, to Billy, "Why don't you do it?"

Billy shakes his head, "Nah, no way, I'll just fuck it up even more.

"No you won't," Bob sounds so certain of that fact, and Billy has no idea why, until he continues, "Because I'll help you. Teach you. So you do it and then if it happens again, well, you won't need to lug this thing all across town."

It's sensible, really, Billy thinks. Knowing Max, this is unlikely to be a one-time occurrence. And he can just imagine the look on Neil's face if Billy is the one to save the day. Hell, he thinks, his dad might even be proud of him. It'd be good, Billy thinks, really good.

So he takes the screwdriver. He listens to Bob's calm, measured instructions. He follows them. He listens a bit more. He pokes at the button. He jiggles it. He twists it. He nudges it.

It doesn't budge.

He nudges it again.

Nothing. If anything, it looks even flatter.

Billy throws the screwdriver down on the counter with a clatter, "I can't do it. I can't fucking-"

"You can, you've got it, look it's almost there," Bob's voice is patient. Reassuring. He picks the screwdriver back up, pressing it into Billy's hand again, "just tilt it up at the edge, give it a little bit more of a tap, and see what happens."

Billy breathes in and out, deliberately slow. He focuses his gaze on the end of the screwdriver, right where it rests against the sunken, stuck in button.

He tilts it up. He gives it a tap. Then another, a bit harder. And then one more, for luck.

This time, there's a click. It's the tiniest sound but it echoes in Billy's ears, and the button springs up, flush and level with the others.

Fixed.

Billy knows that he's grinning, a big, dorky, ear to ear one that he just can't stifle, and he looks up to see a matching expression on Bob's face.

"There you go," Bob says, voice full of pride, "Couldn't have done it any better myself. Look at that, huh?' Bob taps an approving finger on the button, pushing it in and watching it spring right back out, just as it should, "Good as new."

Billy nods, holding the screwdriver out for Bob, but Bob just shakes his head, gently pushing it back into Billy's hand.

"Why don't you keep hold of it?" he smiles, "Just in case?"

And Billy doesn't trust himself to speak. Not right now, when the surge of relief flooding through his body has left him dizzy and emotional, and Bob's kindness is only making things worse. So he nods, taking the screwdriver and dropping it into the pocket of his gym shorts, and then he heaves the microwave back into his arms, declining Bob's offer to help him carry it.

It's only when Billy's got the microwave and Max packed safely back into the Camaro that his brain catches up with him, and he grabs the bundle of cash from the gap underneath the seat, growling out a, "You didn't see anything, OK?" at Max's little gasp of surprise, and then he's heading back into the store.

He still can't quite meet Bob's eyes, especially when that dumb, bright, proud fucking smile is still on his face. So instead Billy looks down at the bulge of the case in Bob's top pocket as he rasps out a, "Thanks. For helping. And, uh, for the screwdriver. I, uh, I don't know how much-" he holds out the money, "But I'll get more. I promise. I don't have a job yet but I can-"

But Bob's shaking his head. Still smiling, he gently pushes the money back towards Billy.

"Don't be silly, you did all the work. At a push I could take a dollar for the loan of the tools but, uh, hey, I've got a better idea."

He reaches under the counter, pulling out a sheet of paper which he hands over to Billy.

It's an application form.

"We're pretty busy at the weekends," Bob explains as Billy tries to take it all in, "Gary and Lou handle most of the customers, but I could really do with a hand in the back. Repairs and such."

Bob must see the confusion on Billy's face, because he lets out a little chuckle, "I know, I get it. It's not the jazziest of jobs and I can't say the uniform is especially flattering-" he plucks at the collar of his shirt with a grimace "-but, hey, no one minds if we have the radio on back there, so that's a perk, and I'll teach you all you need to know, you've already proved you're more than capable of it. And I gotta tell you, there's a lot to be said for the job satisfaction." For once in their entire conversation, Bob starts to sound serious, "Just picture it, that whole experience of getting something that looks totally broken, all those pieces in a pile on the workbench, and, to start with, you might not know where anything goes or what all the parts are, even, but you know that if you try, if you figure out what all those pieces do and understand why they broke, well then, all you need is a little time and effort and you'll be able to put it all back together again. And, honestly, you can't beat that feeling, sport, you really can't."

It's a lot. Bob almost seems breathless by the end of his little speech, and Billy averts his eyes, staring down at the form in his hands until the words start to blur.

"There's no pressure, of course," Bob says, resting a gentle hand on Billy's shoulder, just for a moment, "But just think about it."

And Billy does.

He thinks about it a whole lot.

(So much credit for this one goes to @ihni and her wonderful Billy and Bob bonding headcanons. We pretty much came up with this whole thing during one of our many chats, and I've definitely borrowed a few of her ideas, I'm just the one who got round to writing it down first!)

#billy hargrove #cherrywrites #not Harringrove #but there is bob newby!! #he's fine‚ ok? i promise #he's alive and well and he'll be getting a new employee soon. probably #also billy gets found family #and he gets competitive over doing brain teasers with bob on their breaks #it happens. i know it

[nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius]

TBB Incorrect Quotes, Part 15

*at the water fountain* Echo: *fills up bottle and drinks from that* Wrecker: *brought 4 bottles of water so this wouldn’t happen* Omega: *drinks straight from the tap* Crosshair: *dehydrates* Hunter *drinks from the puddle of water on the floor* Tech: *licks the tap, doesn’t even need a drink*

Crosshair: I truly hate it here ❤️ Wrecker: Now replace “it” with “women”. Not so funny now, is it? Hunter: Now replace “it” with “women”. Not so funny now, is women? Tech: Now replace “funny” with “women”. Not so women now, is funny? Echo: I’m having a fucking stroke. Hunter: Now replace “stroke” with “baby”. Congratulations!

Tech: A person can really hear themselves think out here. Tech's mind: Did you leave the stove on? The front door unlocked!? WILL YOU DIE ALONE!? Tech: Well, that was a mistake.

Wrecker: What's your greatest fear? Crosshair: Being forgotten. Wrecker: ... Wrecker: Damn, that's deep. Wrecker: Mine is the Kool Aid man, but I feel kinda stupid about it now...

Crosshair: Everyone thinks you suck. Tech: I think you have the wrong number… Crosshair: Hunter? Tech: Nope. Tech. Crosshair: Well, you probably suck too.

Tech as a child: I can’t wait to grow up and have cool adventures! Tech now: I can’t wait to go to bed.

Hunter: Guys it’s a shooting star, let’s make a wish! Tech: I wish for good grades. Crosshair: Nerd. Tech: Never mind, I wish upon the shooting star to fall down at a 30° velocity aiming for Crosshair. :) Hunter: Tech…

Crosshair: I don’t care what anyone thinks about me. Echo: Ok. Crosshair: Wait, why such a muted reaction? Did that not sound cool?

Hunter: Oh, they left the bowl out? Hunter: It says, “Take two pieces of candy.” Wrecker: Nobody around though… Wrecker grabs the entire bowl and runs off with it Hunter: NO—

Echo: Okay, how do I look? Be honest. Wrecker: There’s no critic more honest than Crosshair! Crosshair: Bad.

Echo: Uhh.. Crosshair just asked if we want to… Echo: “Fell the mighty before their time and display their carcasses in our homes?” Tech, not even looking up from his datapad: He's asking if you wanna cut down Christmas Trees. Echo: Oh, that makes more sense.

Crosshair: Echo, what are you doing tomorrow? Echo: Having my day ruined by whatever you’re about to ask me to do.

Echo: Does everyone know their job for today? Hunter: Water the flowers. Tech: Vacuum the carpet. Wrecker: Wash the dishes. Omega: Pretend to be a wolverine. Echo: Close enough.

Crosshair: I would destroy the world for you. Hunter: Okay, can you do the dishes? Crosshair: No.

Crosshair: I love cooking breakfast. It makes the whole house smell like bacon. Hunter: That’s true, but it also smells like fire and panic. Crosshair: You and the smoke detector need to get off my case.

Omega, with her hands cupped over each other: I found a cool spider! Wrecker: Oh? Lemme see! Omega, opening her hands to see nothing there: …hm. Hunter: …where’s the spider. Omega: *looks troubled and stares at her hands* Wrecker: Oh no. Hunter: OMEGA, WHERE’S THE SPIDER?!

*Wrecker and Hunter are in a mirror maze* Wrecker, seeing Hunter: C'mon, you got it! Almost through! Hunter: I see you! *runs straight into a mirror, shattering it*

Crosshair: Wrecker, you look deep in thought. What’s wrong? Wrecker: Did you know you can look at any object and know what it’s like to lick it? Even if you’ve never touched it before? Crosshair: I’m never asking you anything ever again.

Echo: Hi could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire? Tech: Microwave for 40 minutes. Hunter: WHY WERE YOU MICROWAVING A LEMON?! Tech: I read boiling lemons helps cover up bad smells and I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges, but I didn’t own any pots… Wrecker: Did you burn an orange too? HOW?! Tech: Microwave for 40 minutes.

Omega: I’m taking a look at your numbers, and it doesn’t look good. You have a lot of measurements. Quite a few variables. Wrecker: Is that…bad? Omega: Variables are the #1 risk factor for outcomes. The past is a big contributor to the future. Wrecker: Isn’t that just causality? Omega: Causality is the leading cause of death in this country. Wrecker: So what are my odds? Omega: Do you have a family history? Wrecker: Of what? Omega: Just, in general. Wrecker: …Yes? Omega: Oh no.

Echo: Hey bro, what do you want to eat? Crosshair: The souls of the innocent! Wrecker: A bagel. Crosshair: No! Wrecker: Two bagels.

Tech: I hate to say ‘I told you so’— Crosshair: No, you don’t. You would marry 'I told you so’ and have a baby with it and buy adjoining burial plots.

Hunter: What are you guys playing? Crosshair: Go Fish. Hunter: That’s a nice, safe game. Hunter: But don’t you need cards? Tech: Where do you keep the spear gun?

Echo: What did you get on your shirt? Tech: Rust. Echo: From what? Tech: Weapons. Hunter: Time for more adult supervision.

Wrecker, playing a video game: This game is so frustrating! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it! Tech: Ok, I think it’s time to turn off the game for a little while. Wrecker: But I’m having fun!

Tech: I don’t think our death ray is working. I’m standing right in it, and I’m not dead yet.

Crosshair: What starts with F and ends with Uck? Tech: No it doesn’t. Omega: Firetruck! Wrecker: FUCK!

Hunter: Go to hell! Crosshair: Where do you think I come from?

Crosshair: Hey I got you food, pick a number between 1 and 10. Hunter: Uh 4? Crosshair: Wrong, no food for you. Hunter: Wait what?! WHY?! CROSSHAIR PLEASE—!

Wrecker: Care to give a free sample to a pretty person? Echo, manning a bake sale and tired of his shit: Sure! You know one? Wrecker: Wrecker: Care to give a free sample to an ugly person?

Crosshair: Just trust me. Have I ever put you in an unsafe or uncomfortable situation? Tech: All the time. Crosshair: Then you should be used to it by now.

Omega: If I fall… Echo: I’ll be there to catch you. Hunter: *looks at Wrecker What if I fall? Wrecker: Then I’ll fall with you, never leaving your side. Tech: *watches these two interactions* Tech, to Crosshair: And if I fall? Crosshair: I’ll be the one who pushed you.

*The Squad is on a hike* Hunter: It’s beautiful out here. Tech: And quiet. Hunter: Too quiet. Tech: Did we lose someone? *cut to Wrecker with a bear in a headlock*

Crosshair: I wonder who’s ruining my life. Crosshair: *looks in the mirror* Crosshair: So we meet again.

Tech: Jellyfish have survived for 600,000 years without brains… Echo: A ray of hope for Crosshair! 

Wrecker, watching the news: Some idiot tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today. Echo: *walks in covered in ink* Well maybe the squid was being a dick.

Wrecker: How do people stay inside ALL day? Crosshair: All my stuff is here and I don't like people.

Tech: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Hunter: Wasn’t Wrecker with you? Wrecker: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

#part 15 wahoo #tbb incorrect quotes #incorrect bad batch quotes #the bad batch #star wars #tbb #incorrect quotes

[powerbottomjeremy]

In light of the news that the RT website and apps will shut down on May 15, I'm starting a record of what I've got saved locally + what I'm planning to save. I am not trying to get a comprehensive archive of all AH/LP content; that's what the Archive of Pimps is for. Instead, this is a personal library that prioritizes content that I enjoyed and want to rewatch down the road.

If you think I'm missing anything, let me know. If you have requests for specific videos, let me know and I'll see what I can do. Also, if anyone has a FIRST account they don't mind sharing, I'd love to get into the RT website and get local saves of FIRST content, like Hardcore Tabletop. RT has disabled the ability to purchase a FIRST membership, and has not shared what will be happening to FIRST content once the website shutters.

Finally, I'm currently on pace to fill up a 2TB hard drive (Minecraft alone is almost 1TB), and I'll need another 2/4TB hard drive to continue nabbing local saves of things. If anyone feels inclined to throw a few bucks my way to subsidize the second hard drive, I'd be mighty appreciative, and would be happy to nab some downloads for you in return. ko-fi.com/asmolbirb

AH content I've finished saving locally:

All Fall Guys videos

All Minecraft Let's Play, Let's Build, and Things to Do videos, as far as I can tell

All Overcooked videos

The Shenanigans playlist, the RT microwave heist video, Axe Kicking Gavin’s desk

The Trivia Games playlist

All Jackbox videos

All Fore Honor, Golf It, Hardcore Minigolf, and 3D Ultra Minigolf videos

GTA heists

All GTA videos

AH Rap Battle, AH Musical, Jeremy's Hap Battle

Totally Accurate Battlegrounds

AH content I've got queued up to save locally:

The Ultimate Chicken Horse series

The Fiona/Gavin ACNH video

The Cloudberry Kingdom series

All Raft videos

Please Don’t Touch Anything (Play Pals)

AH content I plan to save locally, once I get another 2/4TB hard drive:

Some of my favorite Let's Roll videos, like But Wait There's More, Coup, and Muffin Time

Nomad of Nowhere (download from Internet Archive)

All GMod videos (prioritizing TTT + Murder)

All Play Pal videos

Worms, maybe

Once I finish getting things that are in playlists, I'll go through the AH and LP channels to get single videos too. I'll make a list for that once I get there.

All lists are current as of 4/22/24. I'll update the list as downloads are completed.

#birb speaks #achievement hunter #rooster teeth #rt shutdown #i'm basically just gonna be leaving jdownloader running overnight every day for the next 2 weeks

[mightybomber]

Here are some stitched remains of the TV Tokyo Bomberman Jetters website, which was a website mostly comprised of images and src links and thus was unfortunately mostly unarchived due to nobody manually archiving it and the strain of archiving images in 2004 :( More stitches, translations and interesting stuff under the cut

ボンバーマンジェッターズ

Bomberman Jetters

毎週水曜日

夕方6時30分～7時00分

テレビ東京系列にて好評放送中！

Every Wednesday

6:30pm-7:00pm

Broadcasting on TV Tokyo!

番室ムービーを見る▶

Watch the movie ▶

Hudson Game Navi

Studio Deen

CONTENTS

トップ Top

ストーリー Story

スタッフとキャスト Staff and Cast

キャラクター紹介 Character Introductions

いままでのお話 The story so far

次週予告 Next Week’s Notice

~ CD発売のお知らせ！~

CD notice of release!

ボンバーマンジェッターズ」のオープニングテーマ

すわひでおさんが歌う「僕は崖っぷち」のCD発売だよ！

The opening theme of Bomberman Jetters

The CD of “Boku wa Gakkepuchi” sung by Hideo Suwa is on sale!

「僕は崖っぷち」

歌：すわひでお

発売日：2002年11月20日（水）

品番：POCE-7302

価格：¥1,050（税込）

発売元：株式会社コナミミュージックエンタテインメント

販売元：ユニバーサルミュージック株式会社

KONAMI

"I'm on the edge of a cliff"

Song: Suwa Hideo

Release date: November 20, 2002 (Wednesday)

Item number: POCE-7302

Price: ¥1,050 (tax included)

Publisher: Konami Music Entertainment Co., Ltd.

Distributor: Universal Music Co., Ltd.

Konami

[とじる］

[Close]

スタッフとキャスト

Staff and Cast

- STAFF -

原案：ハドソン

監督：小寺勝之

シリーズ構成：前川淳

キャラクターデザイン：

メカニックデザイン：常

音響監督：郷田ほづみ

音楽：丸山和範

アニメーション制作：スタジオキ

製作：テレビ東京・NA

連載：月刊コロコロコミック

Original draft: Hudson

Director: Katsuyuki Kotera

Series composition: Jun Maekawa

Character design:

Mechanic design: X

Sound Director: Hozumi Goda

Music: Kazunori Maruyama

Animation production: Studio x 

Production: TV Tokyo, NA

Serialisation: Monthly CoroCoro Comic

いままでのお話 The story so far

無限に広がる大字宙ー。

The infinite space of large villages.

ここは様々な星に様々な人々の住む世界。

This is a world inhabited by many different people on many different planets.

そして、美しい海に囲まれた「ジェッター星」の都市「ベイベイタウン」は、様々な星の出身者が移住している多民族都市だ。シロボンはそこに基地を置く宙自警団「ジェッターズ」の一員。シロポンは「ボンバ

And “Bay Bay Town,” a city on the “Jetter planet” surrounded by beautiful seas, is a multi-ethnic city where people from various planets have settled. Shirobon is a member of the “Jetters,” a space vigilante group based there. Shirobon is a “bomber-

選仗

忘���

ン」と

シロボン

が、夏

継ぎ、

手に、

(I can’t really make out anything cohesive from that….)

るポム技

-Bomb technique

ターしてい

Person who works (A stretch, I barely know what this could be)

ブロフェツサーバグラー

Professor Bagura

ボムサィエンスの天才科学者にしてヒゲヒゲ団の首領.

The genius scientist of bomb science and the leader of the Hige Hige bandits.

Dr. アィンとは,ボムサイエンスをともに学んできた仲であリ,ライバルてもあった.

Dr Iein and Bagura learned bomb science together, and are also rivals.

[世界にひとつしかないもの」を奪いコレクションしている.

He steals the unique things in the universe and collects them.

キャラクター紹介

Character Introductions 

ジエッターズ・メンバー 

Jetters Members

シロポン

Shirobon

ポンバー呈人の男の子。

A young boy who is a bomberman.

伝説のボンバーマンと称された兄、マイティに悩れ、ジェッターズの一員となる。

He was troubled by his older brother, Mighty, who was called the legendary Bomberman, and became a member of the Jetters.

明るく朗らかな性格だが、まだまだ頼りない一面も。しかし、心の奥には熱い間志を秘めている。

He has a bright and cheerful personality, but he’s quite unreliable. However, he has a passionate ambition deep in his heart.

ボンゴ

Bongo

ドドンバ星人。

An alien from Planet Dodonpa.

普段はボーっとしているように見えるが、キャラボンの匂いを感知する特殊能力がある。

He usually seems to be in a daze, but he has a special ability to sense the smell of Kyarabon.

メカに強く、宇宙船から電子レンジまで何でも直してしまう。カレーが大好きな大食演。

He’s smart with mechanics, and fixes anything from spaceships to microwave ovens. He loves curry.

ガング

Gangu

Dr. アインが、かなり昔に作りあけた

Dr Iein made him a long time ago.

万能ロボット。

An all-purpose robot.

あらゆる惑星のデータがインプットされている。

Data of all planets are input.

 とにかくよくしゃべる。

He’s very talkative.

ポンゴにいつのまにか改造されてしまい、新しい機能を身につけることも。

He can be modified by Bongo at any time, and acquire new features.

▶そのほかの登場人物

Other characters

I’ve organised all the image parts separately, mostly for personal archival reasons, but if you for whatever reason would like to see here you go :]

CD, Staff and Cast, Next Week’s Notice, Story, Story so far

Main page, Character Introductions

Navigation Buttons (Neutral)

Navigation Buttons (Active)

#bomberman #bomberman jetters #bomberman jetterz #bmj #ボンバーマンジェッターズ #official site #old web #the translations are probably kind of off but I gave it a red hot crack #I suppose this is the best confirmation we have that Gangu was indeed made by Dr Iein? #Do with that info as you will

[maraschino-girl]

➳❥ Patrick Bateman Misc. Headcanons !!

✘ content warning: patrick being patrick !! ✘ 𖦹 had a morbidly obsessive interest in the human skin bound book, Des destinées de l'âme, in the Harvard University library. he couldn't read it, of course, but that didn't stop him from admiring it. 𖦹 he's extremely pissed he never had the chance to get into Studio 54 during its heyday. he tries for the successors, although they're not as iconic and void of all the genuine debauchery of the OG. 𖦹 adding onto the 'Kimball reflects light in his eyes' test theory, he also doesn't yawn when others do. slightly backed up by the novel only ever having him yawn first and never in response to others. 𖦹 he doesn't mention it, huge shocker, but we all know he loves the song 'Psycho Killer' by Talking Heads. 𖦹 watching Evil Dead 2 gave him some mighty fine inspiration for what to do with decapitated heads! 𖦹 movies he would adore: Slumber Party Massacre (1982), Videodrome (1983), Re-Animator (1985), Sorority House Massacre (1986), Prom Night (1980), Faces of Death (1978), Hud (1963), & Scarface (1983). 𖦹 he's the type to call a hue 'blood orange', 'evian blue', 'royal gold'--- you get the picture. 𖦹 favorite perfumes are fruity floral ones; especially cherry scents that have a sickening sweet aroma! akin to the high sweet scent of formaldehyde and rot! 𖦹 ate $2 pizza at a hole-in-the-wall during one of his 'episodes' and wanted to puke! just kidding, he did. nothing should ever have that much grease and marinara, goddammit! 𖦹 considering he's canonically a microwave cook, I'm sure he's destroyed any attempts of a romantic dinner in. a 'water caught on fire' kind of cook. 𖦹 his Aiwa stereo does have a turntable so I imagine he has a vast collection of vinyl records of not only his favourite albums but of classical music, film and musical soundtracks. 𖦹 had an incident at a drive-in theatre when he was in college. luckily it wasn't his car, and luckily it was some bookish bitch who wouldn't be missed! let's just say, she too, was gone with the wind. 𖦹 we already knew, but he's a massive voyeur. but expanding on that, I don't think he would mind watching certain men coughPrice bump uglies with a woman of his choice. this all due to his reactions and thoughts when watching his 'best friend' nearly have foreplay with his girlfriend right in the bedroom with him. 𖦹 y'know that porno that people joked about? the one where a woman calls out "Oh God! Oh God!" and the dude's like "There are no Gods here"? yeah, that's him.

𖦹 there's contradicting comments about how he was a child-- his mother states he was a nice boy, but that's a biased POV. regarding his confession about what he did to a maid on Christmas Eve at age 14, he definitely seemed like a creepy kid. y'know, those rich boys with the too gelled hair, big ol' eyes that stare right through you, and their lil pastel cardigan tied around their shoulders. he was like an oil painting whose eyes follow you everywhere you went. I don't see him as a 'I stuck the neighbours' dog's head on a stick' type, more of a 'I watch you sleep and shit talk you so everyone hates you' type !

#american psycho #patrick bateman #cherry-flavored #the perfume hc also inspired my fic tbh #headcanon #i have more but ill hold for now akdjsjdsdj #american psycho headcanon

[verashalurks]

I know this is like dying but I’ve waited so long to post this cuz I wanted to get as much as I can but since I haven’t seen another alternate m*leven ship name in forever, I’ve decided to post all the alternate m*leven ship names I’ve seen.

milkvan

macarena

mumble

miley cyrus

melvin 

milkshake

mitochondria 

Keke waka 

milkdud

Misaligned Fallopian Tubes

machine gun

milkcurd

mildew

milkman

moonshine

menstruation

midleven 

Macroeconomice

microwave

Macadamia nut

monkeyvenom

masturbation

mythology

Minotaur

malware

malnutrition

Minecraft mobs

moon landing conspiracy

margerine

murmers

milkyway 

mcchicken

monsoon

melted marshmallows

mango

maroon 5

Of Mice and Men

Madagascar

Marty McFly

melville

Milk of Magnesia 

Milkwaukee

Milkchocchip

M-1 Rifles

Meerkats

Mlvn

M&Ms

McDonalds

McVans

Milehighclubs

Mitskivans

Mychemicalromance

Monsterhighs

Millennials

Malnourished Skin

Mona Lisa

Mushroom Raviolis

MK-16

Mascara

Monoclonal Antibodies

Mamma mia

Mealworm

messenger

mentoses

milkweed

microbe

mimetite 

morsels

mozzarella sticks

milkchicken

minestrone

macaroni

Methamphetamine

Markiplier

milkbag 

machine gun kelly

zoo wee mamas

Milevensies

molotov

mismatches

mandalorian

mildred

magdalena bay

milulu

Milkmaids

minimum wages

mailman

malt vinegars

moshimonsters

mids

mocha monsters

Marley and Me

Mitosis

three musketeers

milkshit

Miranda Sings

motorola

mobility exercises

Malnourished Foreskin

miscellaneous

McNuggets

microfungus

minnie mouse

millipede

milkmonsters

monkey ooh ooh ah ah

martians

milquetoast

Manicure

milkbone 

Meryl Streep

macadamias

Maple Syrup

mildew

multivitamins

mascarpone

mikeisdefinitelyisdefinitelyahetrosexual

magnesium

magician

mickey mouse clubhouse

Macaulay Culkin

Molotov Cocktail

meatball choppers

milky cereal cup

monkey see monkey do’s

meth lab

millyrocks

Milklovers

midvans

mac and cheese

mindflayer

Marvin martians

malteesers

minivan

MilkTit

milk and cookies

milklords

Tickle Me Elmos

minnions

mad mothers

mariposa

Milkbag

mitskivan 

Mucinex

mixed signals

Milkytitty

mighty morphin power rangers

🥛🚚

Milkvillains

Mosquito bites

Mug cakes

Moldy milks

micropenis

maggots

Machupichu

mephistopheles

malted milk

musculoskeletal

Mcdonald's happy meals

moose mooses

macaroni n cheese

maternity leave

moustache mountain

mocha cake a la goldilocks

Mcstuffins

Mcmuffin

Nickleback

MonkeyBall

mistletoes

moo moo

microphone

master of puppets

middleman

Monster of Men

Melted Cream Cheese

milkythooth's

meltdowns

mosh pits

Mikinam 

Megatron Titty

MontyPhyton

malaria

michigans

malibubarbie

Mockingbird

Machine Gunner

Milkbone

Milftits

Mcflurry

mangos

metric system

milkydudes

milk cartons

milklevel

Milan champions league

mcladdles

mustard

malfunctioning minotaurs

moaning myrtle

meep city

mount vesuvius

millyrocker

mango salsa 

milkspill

Mitochondrial Disease

m'leven

michigan

Machine Gunner

Maybelline

Mascot

Moldy Mozzarellas

malt powder

machine gun kelly

Manila papers

Merlin’s Beard

mackerel

Moldymilk

mariachi

mein kampf

melevenene

Miku

mediocre meat loaf

Mambo Jambos

Microscope 

my little pony

Menstrual cup

Mothman 

Megamind

Msg

Marvins 

Mesopotamias

Meralco

misanthropic villains

Mishawaka

Moldy bread

Marsupials

Marvin

Melon rinds

Moondance

Moldy macaroni

Magical miscarriages

Mauled maggots

Machine gunners

Moscova

Mondays

Momento Morí

mitochondrion

Megatron

Misused toilet

meeting micky mouse

melatonin deficiency

Minions

Milkovitch

Manly-man

McLovin It

Mexico

milkytruck

molars

Married Salamanders

mister mustard

Mario Kart

Mouse rat

marshal mathers

militia

milebin

Mewtoo

Margaritas

Mick Jagger

Elr 

Milkwaffers

Milkweven

Mud Stain

Mileperson

milerescent

Milanese

Manatee Turd

Magistrate

Mario run

Mint-chip icecream

Milkwaffers

Microsoft

miléveune

Mesothelioma

Moomoos

matchstick

malteser

morallysus

Macronutrient 

Miel

Milanese

milkies

Microsoft11

mineral water

multiplier

Mario Kart Wii

mild salsa

Minnesota

motorcycle

Minecart

Maltodextrin

muffin mans

Midlife crisis

Mortadella

Matcha

Microdickvan

Mac & cheese

Middle aged vans

Super Mario 64

Metamorphosis

Malcom in the middle

Magic Mike

711

Marijuana

mozzarella

Microbial virus

MySpace

Materasso Eminflex

microsoft software protection platform

Micheal Jackson

Mistyped

Miscarriage

Magnetic dipole

Marble Countertop

Michelin star

Milkkawaii

Mathematics

Microgodzilla

Milkchunk

milktruck

malooban

Masachussets Institute of Technology

Mango Juice

Mary had a little lamb

Menthols

Mark of Athenas

mendocino

#byler #vera says shit

[fritesandfries]

Yuzu Cake

Did you know that it's illegal to import yuzu in the U.S.? There are some grown domestically in California, but you can buy yuzu juice more easily than the fresh fruit.

Floral aroma, citrusy flavor, light whipped cream frosting. This is a recipe for a small but mighty 3-layer cake.

For 6-servings:

2 1/4 cups cake flour

1 tablespoon baking powder

1 teaspoon salt

1/2 teaspoon cream of tartar

5 large eggs, separated

1 1/3 cups sugar

1/2 cup vegetable oil

1/2 cup water

1 teaspoon almond extract

1/3 cup yuzu juice (I used the @theyuzuco)

Vegetable oil, for the pan

Preheat oven to 350F. Grease three 6-inch cake pans or two 8-inch cake pans with vegetable oil. [Pro-tip: line the bottom of the pan with paper liners.]

Combine cake flour, baking powder, salt and cream of tartar. Set aside. In a separate bowl, combine egg yolks, sugar, vegetable oil and almond extract. Stir; gently whisk in yuzu juice. In a stand mixer, whisk egg whites until stiff peaks form. On low speed, pour in egg yolk mixture until incorporated. Remove batter from stand mixer. Using a spatula, add 1/3 of the dry ingredients at a time. The mixture should be evenly colored.

Divide batter into three 6-inch cake pans or generously two 8-inch cake pans, filling it just over halfway. Bake for 20-25 min.

Let it cool completely before removing the cake from the pan, frosting and decorating.

Whipped cream frosting:

Welp, all I know is that this is enough for the cake recipe -- I should've measured it.

1 teaspoon unflavored gelatin

1 ½ tablespoons water

1 pint heavy cream, chilled

1 cup confectioners’ sugar, sifted

Dissolve gelatin in water. In a stand mixer or with a hand mixer, whisk heavy cream until soft peaks form. Stir in confectioners sugar. Once incorporated, add gelatin-water mixture. [If the gelatin has stiffened up, melt it in the microwave for a few seconds. Make sure the mixture is room temperature before adding to the whipped cream mixture.] Whisk until stiff peaks form.

Leveling, or torting, the cooled cake layers with a knife so the cake layers don’t slip off because of the dome that appears in the center of the cake. Layer each cake with desired amount of whipped cream frosting; frost and decorate the outside as desired.

When I’m feeling real lazy, I go for the naked cake look and use most of the frosting between the layers and on top of the cake.

#cake #yuzu #recipes #recipe #food #baking #food photos

[brujite-de-gulubu]

So, a few years ago i used the url @the-mighty-microwave and i started using the tag #microwave to post original posts made by me. Fastfoward to March 29, 2024 i made a dungeon meshi post that got over 40K notes which included the tag "#microwave"

Anyways, this happend lmao:

#microwave #dungeon meshi

[vulturereyy]

Doodled a little Hegemol Pharom having a sit in his hometown... Background taken from a Hollow Knight screenshot :) Fully indulging in my canon character headcanons now. I have a previous post here that semi spells out what I think happened to Hegemol, but basically, I think he was one of the very first to succumb to the Radiance. Perhaps even targeted due to his proximity to the Pale King. But because she didn't yet have the influence over bug and mind she has at game time, her infection manifested more as growing illness, that slowly had him withering away as the dim light in the back of his head grew stronger. (It was during this time that the Maggot stole his armor; it seemed really unlikely that such a grand knight would just... let that slip willingly?) Again, most likely due to his proximity to the PK and his own will, Hegemol managed to stave her off to the very end. After months (years?) of slowly falling into her grasp, Hegemol finally met his fate at the hands of an infected siege. I imagine the City of Tears was only sealed off after the infected outside began invading the city in force. Hegemol was the one to pull down the gate himself with the last of his strength, shattering the mechanisms that raise and lower it in the process and succumbing to fatal wounds. This is why it's his statue that holds the city crest, made to commemorate the first of the Five Great Knights to fall. Hegemol had spent most of his years helping the denizens of Hallownest, and the city he called home would not be unsealed without his 'blessing.' The fact he broke the gate to close it is also why it shuts behind you upon opening; it wasn't repaired fully before the infection got to the rest of the city's inhabitants. Also I think Hegemol is the eldest of the Great Knights, and was born during the formation of Hallownest. He was from Dirtmouth originally, and his mothers were both confectioners lauded for their skill in making sweet jellies. They moved to the City of Tears fairly early on and were quick to support the PK's regime, mostly due to their existing ties with their noble customer base. Hegemol ended up joining the first wave of knights and worked his way up to the ranks, standing out by size of body and heart. Hegemol cared deeply for all of Hallownest, despite serving the upper echelons in the CoT for most of his run. When he fell, his fellow knights knew of his quiet desire to be lain to rest in the Howling Cliffs, so he could watch over his humble hometown and the way into Hallownest eternally. After the defeat of the Radiance, Hegemol found his life returned to him with the essence expelled from her body, but the injury and illness he suffered before his end still lingered. He managed to make his way back down to Dirtmouth and was taken in by the townsfolk to recover. With his distinct horns shattered and previous habit of almost never being seen without his armor, Hegemol took the gift of respite willingly. He told them his name is Pharom, and he claims he can't truly remember anything that happened. Really, he's just taking things slow... Enjoying life as a simple bug again and regaining his strength to help rebuild. Maybe one day he'll get the courage to see what became of his fellow knights an King. But I think this guy deserves a god damned break!

#'so basically' i say and then write an essay #i have like zero backing for any of this i just think he's cool #rotates hegemol in my head like a microwave #mighty hegemol #hollow knight #hollow knight headcanons #headcanon #pale king

[big-papa-yautja]

My Yautja Roomate (Male yautja x female human reader nsfw)

@eclecticpatrolroadlawyer (since you wanted me to tag you)

(Scroll down for the other chapters)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5: New love

Word count: 2,195

I had went to go take the last bit of things out of the fridge since Titchi'ki and I still had a couple of hours till my friend could help us move our last pile of stuff to our new apartment. I was feeling hungry again and the only food we had left was pizza from two days ago, a half drank soda bottle, cheese, chocolate milk and a lunchable snack. I wanted to get those dirty thoughts out of my head, so, why not make some food to get my mind off of them?

Besides... I don't think Titchi'ki would wanna bang me again... but maybe he would? I'm still quite sore from last night though. I shook my head and chucked the last pieces of pizza in the microwave for about 2 minutes. While I waited, I chugged the soda we had. It was mountain dew, one of my favorites. Titchi'ki never realy ate any human food. He had his own special diet that he liked to stick to.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw him walk over to me. He placed a hand on my shoulder, "your scent is strong to my senses."

Blushing, I looked up at him, "oh be quiet. I'm trying not to think about... things..." just the thought of what we did last night made my insides tingle with excitement.

"Do you not wish to breed?" He asked with genuine curiosity.

My face turned red, "I- it's just- hhhhhnnnnn...." I buried my face into his side. He rabidly clicked his mandables together as he looked down at me. What about this was amusing to him? I again looked up at him and into the glistening helm he wore.

After his laughter died down, he cocked his head to the side as he stared at me, "Why does this embarass you R'ka Luar-ke?" That nickname... he gave it to me since he could never pronounce my name correctly. It means Moon Fire. I don't know why he gave me a nickname like that, but I think it's really cute.

"Well... us humans don't call it 'breeding,' we call it... sex. And most humans have sex for the pleasure aspect of it, not to have kids. I guess... I guess it just embarrasses me since us as a species don't talk about it like a casual thing... I don't know..." I could feel the hot tingling sensation on my face as I tried to explain. I felt like I was sweating.

He nodded, "so... you don't want to breed? Just uh... 'have sex?'" He leaned up against the wall and crossed his arms. Oh my gosh... why does he look so hot?....

"Uh... well- yeah.. I mean, um...." I grumbled and turned away from him. Why can't I just speak right? Why is it so hard to speak to him all of a sudden? I took a deep breath in and sighed as I turned back around to talk to him, "yeah-" the microwave beeped before I could finish my sentence.

I opened it and took out the paper plate that held my reheated pizza. It smelt so good. Probably because I was so hungry at this point. As I began to eat, Titchi'ki walked out of the kitchen. Moments later, I heard some shuffling of fabric. I walked out of the kitchen to see what He was doing. As I stood there, eating my pizza, he pulled out a polished skull from a rather large bag. Looking at me, he walked over to me with the skull in his hands.

It looked alien. I don't think I've ever seen a skull like that one before. But then... I'm not much of an expert when it comes to creatures. It had a mean looking facial structure. I don't know how else to describe it, but it must've looked ugly when it was alive.

"R'ka Luar-ke..." He began to speak, "I give you this. It was one of my harder hunts from the time I was with my clan; A mighty beast that lived in mud pits back on my home planet, known for it's venom and sharp claws. Do you accept it?" He was speaking quieter than he normally does.

He has never given me anything, let alone one of his trophies. I didn't know what to think of this until I remembered something, "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?.." He once told me the male of his species courts the females by giving gifts such as their trophies.

I started to internally scream as he nodded. I put down my plate and grabbed the skull from his hands, accepting the gift. He began to click his mandables together and I smiled, "sooo... this makes us what?.." I began to feel hot again.

"Mates. I am now yours my Matriarch." My heart skipped a beat and I grabbed my plate, "excuse me for one moment-" I ran to my room, clothing the door behind me. I could feel him watching me as I left him in the living room. I screamed in excitement while jumping up and down.

I've never felt this way before. The way he talked to me made my stomach tingle. Especially when he called me 'Matriarch.' I don't know why that got me so good. Oh wait... right, petnames are my weakness. Once I was calm enough, I opened my door just to see Titchi'ki standing in front of it. It looked like he was about to knock.

"Oh geeze-" He startled me since I didn't hear him coming, "I'm sorry I just left like that, heh." I chuckled.

"It is alright. Your friend came early." He moved off to the side to let me walk Out of my room.

"What? Wait, where's my phone?" I checked my pockets and pulled it out. She sent a message to me about 20 minutes, whoops. As I made my way to the living room, she walked up to me and hugged me.

"My phone didn't give me the notification for your message. I just saw it." I hugged her back. She took the crust of my pizza off of my plate and ate it, "That's alright. Your beefcake roomie let me in. Turns out an accident happened this morning during work so they let us off for the day. We still get paid for a full day's work which Is nice. So, I thought I would come by and help you two move the last bit of your stuff. Maybe help you unpack too."

"Thanks." Ximena picked up most of my bags, "my car is running and the trunk is open, so let's get a move on!" She said in a demanding, upbeat attitude. She has always been the type of person to get things done. Even when helping us move, she was the demanding one. She always has been and that's a quality that I liked about her.

I tossed my paper plate away and grabbed some of my bags. Titchi'ki grabbed his only bag - which was really large - and slung it over his shoulders. He also picked up some of my bags. I felt kinda embarrassed that I had so much stuff compared to him. Most of it for my small business though. It's been growing in popularity online and our new apartment had a studio room. Perfect place for me to craft.

I managed to cram all my bags into Ximena's trunk thanks to her organizing skills. Now all we had to do was get the last of our miscellaneous items into the back of the car. It didn't take too long, only about 30 or so minutes. After that, I checked the apartment one last time before leaving just to make sure we got everything. Once I was satisfied, Titchi'ki and I squished into Ximena's car and she drove us off to our new apartment. Titchi'ki sat I the back while I sat up front with my bestie.

I've known Ximena ever since middle school. She was like the sister I never had. She was Puerto Rican with dark skin and black hair, but she liked to dye it often. Most of the time pastel colors.

"Xi, I have to tell you something and you're not gonna believe it. I'll have to tell you when Titchi'ki isn't here though." She pulled into the new apartment complex.

"Ooo, you got some tea for me girl? You know I love tea." She parked and turned off her car, unfastening her seat belt.

I got out and went to the trunk, "your mind is going to be blown."

She chuckled. She could tell I was excited, "Bet. You can tell me over lunch once we get the last bit of your things up to your room." Again, she took the majority of my bags. She was physically built so she could lift way more than I could which is nice. I don't have to carry as much.

40 minutes later, all of my stuff is in my new room. Some things I already unpacked, but Ximena really wanted to take me out for lunch, so I have to finish unpacking later. I left Titchi'ki the new keys as I was being dragged out by the arm.

As soon as we got into her car, she began asking me questions, "OK, ok, girl. I see you and beefcake looking at each other. What is up with you two?" She started up her car and I fastened my seat belt.

"So... you know how me and Titchi'ki had to go sleep in the hotel last night?.. well, instead of giving us a two mattress room, there was only one. And one thing led to another-"

"OH MY GOSH, DID YOU TWO FUCK?!" She screamed with excitement. I blushed.

"Yes-"

She cut me off, "HOLY SHIT! HAHAHAH! FINALLY!"

"What?... what do you mean 'finally'?" I was shocked at her response.

"It was soooo obvious that the two of you like each other. It was so painful and hard not to tell you two to just go out on a date. Like anytime you would talk to me about him, you would blush and I have Seen the way he looks at you when you turn your back. Man's thirsty for you, I just know it." She pulled out of the apartments and drove to a local restaurant.

"It was that obvious?.." I felt embarrassed, "Oh, and you won't believe what Titchi'ki asked me right before You came."

"What did he ask you?"

"For me to be his girlfriend." We both screamed in excitement.

"HOLY shit! I can't wait to tell Val. He's going to loose his mind. We both have been waiting for you two to hook up or do SOMETHING together. You HAVE to tell me everything that happened last night. I want to hear it all. How good was he?"

My face turned red, "No, no! Don't tell Val! And I don't want to tell you in the restaurant Where other people can hear!"

"Oh no, don't worry. We aren't going in. I ordered in advanced. I got your favorite. And why can't I tell Val? You know he loves this kind of tea just like me." She parked in an open spot.

I sighed in relief, "Well... cause... I- I just need to have this set in for a while before telling everyone, ya know? It's all still fresh."

"I see, I see. Just needed me to help settle in the info as usual." She chuckled as she got out of the car, "I won't be long hopefully. Pick-up usually takes like five minutes since the place is always packed." I nodded as she left.

Once she picked up the food, we drove off to one of the local parks where we sat at a bench and ate. The park never got many visitors since it was more ghetto than it used to be.

"So, how big is he?" Ximena slyly asked after 10 minutes of us eating in silence. I nearly choked on my salad since her question caught me off guard.

"Xi!" My face turned red again. She began laughing, "Oh my gosh, it's too easy to fluster you! But really... I wanna know how big he is. Cause he's already huge in size, but I'm just curious to know if it's the same for his dick."

"Oh lord..." I mumbled to myself as I tried to hid my face. I could hear her chuckling, "oh come on, you told me how big your last boyfriend was."

"One, he wasn't my boyfriend, he was a male stripper and two, I'm not sure how big Titchi'ki is."

"How are you not sure?" She took a bite of her pasta. I sighed and prepared myself to tell her how the whole night went down. By the end of it, she had her jaw hanging wide open.

"Shit. That's a crazy night. Now I'm kinda jealous to be honest." We both finished up our lunch.

"Yeah it was. I'm still a little sore honestly." I let out a soft chuckle of embarrassment.

#predator #the predator #yautja #female human x yautja male #human x yautja #oc x reader #reader x yautja #slasher smut #smut #the predator smut #pred #yautja smut

[kaletalecowboy]

Lisa: "Theory" is when you know everything and nothing works. "Practice" is when everything works but no one knows why. In our party, theory and practice are combined. Lisa, looking at Amber microwaving an apple: Nothing works and no one knows why.

Amber: If I killed someone would you turn me in? Kaeya: No. But I'd use it against you all the time. I'd be like: Are you gonna take care of klee or am I going to have to make a call?

Jean: we need to have a talk about your professionalism. Lisa: [standing on top of a table with Kaeya, Klee and Amber] those are some mighty brave words for a guy standing in lava.

Jean: Mice are having sex in the office walls :( Lisa: slut shaming? Eula: ungrateful Kaeya: Okay, sex negative. Are you christian now too? Amber: It’s their home too! Jean: Great the mice are fucking AND now I'm getting heckled

Eula: Diluc, my old arch enemy. Jean: ... I thought I was your arch enemy? Eula: I have a life outside of you, Jean .

Barbara: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time? Childe : The car takes a screenshot. Kaeya: For the last time, get the fuck out

Jean: Favorite horror movie? Diluc: It Eula: Saw Kaeya: Annabelle Barbara: High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics

#shitty incorrect qoutes with the little guys because my notepad file is getting too big #kaeya #amber #lisa #jean #eula #barbara #genshin #genshin impact #diluc

[sminny-wew]

Sonic characters and how good I think they are at cooking

Sonic: Only knows how to heat up frozen foods and pour milk on cereal

Tails: He's good at following directions but he's not about to pull a Ratatouille

Knuckles: Angel Island is largely wilderness so he probably only knows how to forage, but he knows his spices

Amy: A goddess in the kitchen, can sauté mushrooms as effortlessly as she can boil sugar into caramel; according to Sonic X she wants to open her own restaurant and I love that for her

Cream: Can't use the stove or sharp utensils without adult supervision but she's a very good helper; learned by watching her mom and Amy

Shadow: This guy eats raw coffee beans and pizza rolls, I doubt he's ever LOOKED at a pot of water (he also probably ate freeze-dried foods on the ARK)

Rouge: She might know how to prep drinks (both alcoholic and not, despite being under 21) but that's about it

Omega: I hope you like your kitchen destroyed and your food cartoonishly burnt to ashes

Eggman: Why bother making your own food when you have robots (and Agent Stone) to do that for you? (That might explain why Chip thinks all the food at Eggmanland is disgusting)

Agent Stone: A TOTAL coffee snob, obviously; went to all the best culinary schools and isn't afraid to flaunt it; he may be a villain but if you ask for nondairy milk he'll give you nondairy milk b/c only a monster would swap it out for cow's milk

Blaze: Sonic Channel artwork has shown that she burns everything she cooks

Silver: This boy has only eaten concrete in his entire life and is driven to tears of joy by the taste of canned chicken noodle soup; if Amy took him under her wing he might be pretty good at it

Team Chaotix: In true Dad fashion, Vector can work a grill, make grilled cheese, and boil pasta; Espio is probably decent at meal prep and willing to help Vector in the kitchen; Charmy is six so he's allowed to stir the bowl, decorate, and nothing else

Big: He only knows how to cook one thing and it's fish; he and Amy could probably tag-team on a nice fish dinner tho

Vanilla: Shadow got excited during the Twitter Takeover when Tails said she was making dinner so I don't think I need to say anything

Gemerl: He's not nearly as bad as Omega but he feels more comfortable setting the table and leaving the cooking to Vanilla

Babylon Rogues: Storm is the only reason Jet and Wave aren't subsisting off of takeout and junk; I like to think he knows/has some of their ancestors' recipes

Sticks: Same as Knuckles; refuses to eat anything that came out of a microwave because something something government surveillance

Infinite: He just barely knows how to hunt and cook what he catches (probably relied on someone else in his old squad to do all the cooking)

Mighty and Ray: Mighty probably learned to grill from Vector; Ray gets nervous about using the stove/oven so he just lets Mighty handle it

Tangle: Seems like she'd burn the kitchen down but is a surprisingly capable cook, doesn't do anything too fancy tho; watches a lot of Tasty recipes

Whisper: Also a forager but has a sweet tooth; do not let her into your kitchen

Jewel: Can make a pretty bomb-ass salad

Rough & Tumble: Takeout gremlins; their attacks are based on skunk spray so I wouldn't trust them in my worst enemies' kitchens

Belle: Has the tools to cook b/c she's a robot but she can't taste anything so she has no idea how good it'd be; better off helping another cook

Surge: I WOULDN'T LET THIS LITTLE FREAK (affectionate) NEAR A TOASTER

Kit: Same as Tails but he usually only wants to eat Kid Cuisine (Tails eats Lunchables)

Starline: He can brew tea and that's it; "Cooking is for robots, poors, and slave labor"

Deadly Six: Bold of you to assume these guys do ANYTHING for themselves other than fight

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic cinematic universe #sonic riders #sonic forces #idw sonic #I don't feel like including other characters b/c there's so many and a lot of them aren't canon #I mean Archie and Fleetway and the cartoons. not minor characters like Tikal #I will say tho: Tom Wachowski is a dad so obviously he grills and it makes him really happy when Sonic enjoys his chilidogs