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manikasu-nyx · 1 year

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kiss it better | genshin men x reader

i apologize for my Death. i hate school. anywho, three wheel spins and a generator brought you this!

prompt: burned tongues & feel better kisses <3

charas/content: zhongli, itto, gorou (this wheel definitely doesn't have an elemental bias..), gender neutral reader, author says you pray but it's a "thanks for the meal!" type deal, malewives (they all make you their special dish), ushi is a judgemental cow

Zhongli:

"Okay, love. The soup is finally done," Zhongli says, spooning a couple of fresh ladles into the two bowls he had prepared, watching you hum while setting the table.

You gave him a small smile, knowing that his ever-so-delicous slow-cooked bamboo shoot soup would put both your mind as stomach at ease, as if he had somehow cooked his patience into the soup. Maybe that's why it took so long to cook. No matter, it would go down the same anyway.

"Thank you, dearest," you reply, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, leaning up to press a small kiss to his cheek, the warmth making him smile. He placed the bowls down, both of you taking a seat next to eachother. Normally you would've sat across from each other, but your individal schedules had been clashing as of late, so this was one of the few times the two of you could spend together. After a small prayer. each of you pick up your spoons and gather some of the broth. Zhongli blew softly onto his, and you brought yours up to your tongue immediately.

"Mmph--!"

"Oh my, are you okay?" Zhongli asks, placing his soup back into his bowl, reaching over your your cheek as you're blowing softly between your lips.

"Haah... Forgot to blow... Hot soup..." You whined, sticking the tip of your now burned tongue out of your mouth, fanning it with your hand. Zhongli's eyes softened from worry to endearment, gently taking your cheek and pressing a small kiss to your mouth, pulling back with a thumb rubbing your cheek. He smiles softly, a smile that always makes you melt as he leans forward once more, this time to place a kiss on your forehead. "Do be more careful, love, won't you?"

"Um... Yes, sorry," you mumble, the burning on your tongue tansferring to your cheeks. He gave a small chuckle, returning to his soup. Every day, despite how much or little time you had together, he was reminded more and more of how much he loved you.

Itto:

"Babe! I finished the food!" Itto yells, bounding to the couch with two plates in hand, grabbing your attention away from the small cow in your lap. He let out a moo, which in turn caused Itto to grin more.

"Of course I've got some for you too, buddy!" He says, taking a seat next to you, handing you a plate with a sandwich filled with steaming yakisoba. The noodles seemed to be ever-so-slightly singed, but that was just the he cooked sometimes, and it wasn't indeible, so it didn't matter too much.

"Itto, did you have the stove too hot again?" You inqure, oppening your sandwich to let the contents inside cool off. He waved his hand, a smirk now adorning his features. "A little, but it's fine! The hotter it is, the stronger you'll be against hot stuff, right? Anyway, let's eat!" He says, before taking a bite out of his

"aaaAAAAHHHH!!!"

And there it was. You and Ushi both looked at eachother with a blank stare as the Oni next to you fanned his tongue, small tears pricking his eyes as he panted and whimpered. "Too...! Hot...!"

Ushi mooed once more, the red-horned male looking at him with an expression of emarassment and betrayal, defending himself against the ox.

"Hey! I am still plenty strong! It just caught me off guard, that's all! I didn't expect it to be that hot..." He mumbled, looking down with a pout. You let out a small sigh, placing Ushi next to you, before going over to sit on Itto's lap, cupping his cheeks. He looked up at you with teary eyes, fully expecting to be reprimanded, so his eyes went as wide as saucers when you kissed him, your soft lips pressing against his own.

"It's okay, Itto. I think you're still plenty strong, but even strong people get hurt. But that's why I'm here, to take care of you when you're hurt," you say, gently rubbing circles into his cheeks while he looks up at you, his eyes lighting back up. You climbed off his lap, taking your own sandwich back and tearing off a piece to feed to Ushi, side-eyeing Itto as he grabbed his own.

"But if you burn yourself again, you're on your own."

He slowly lowered the sandwich.

Gorou:

"Okay, here it is," Gorou said, placing down two bowls filled with his own special ramen, you pushing your documents to the side. Gorou had recently caught up with the new recruit's training, so the two of you had a calm night ahead of you.

He had taken the opportuniuty to cook for the both of you, something he hadn't done in a while. You didn't complain, wanting to look over a couple of files you had to turn in. You looked down at the bowls, a smile immediately adorning your face at the little puppy-like details in the ramen, from the paw-pring egg to the little Shiba decoration.

"I hope it's still good, it's been a while since I made it..." He said, his ears slightly drooping. You waved your hand, picking up your chopsticks and placing your hands together.

He follows your lead, the two of you giving a small prayer before preparing to eat. Luckily for you, (and unluckily for him,) Gorou's hands were just a bit faster, and you heard a small yelp, whimper, and tink! of a pair of chopsticks hitting a bowl, causing you to look over at him. His cheeks were slightly red and his ears were flat, his tongue sticking out and his tail curled up.

"Ow... I should've waited longer for them to cool off..." He whimpered, small tears coming to his eyes, him trying his best to blink them back. You gave him a small frown, cooing softly to him as you took his cheeks, turning him to face you.

"Oh, Gorou, it's okay... Does it hurt that badly?" You asking, taking note of the small tears in his eyes. You looked at him a bit longer, before deciding to lean forward, pressing a kiss to his lips, making his ears perk up in alert and his eyes widen.

As you pullled back, you noticed the start of his tail wagging, and his blush as he looked at you, reaching for your wrists.

"Does it still hurt, sweetheart?"

"N...No...."

"That's good. Let's give it a bit longet to cool off, okay?" You ask, reaching up to rub his ears while he was off guard, feeling him lean into your touch, nodding softly.

"Yeah... We can wait.." He mumbled, relishing in the warmth of your hand. Maybe the embarassment of burning his tongue wasn't as bad as his comfort?

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mochiwrites · 2 years

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“Scar, look at me.” Grian says it firmly, as Scar stands beneath the stalagmite that hangs over his head. Grian’s pickaxe feels heavy in his hands. He looks at the man in front of him, pandas crowding him as he holds bamboo in his hand.

Grian resists the urge to groan at the sight.

“I’m looking, I’m looking!” Scar replies, eyes focusing on Grian for a moment. Their eyes meet, and Grian feels a tingle run down his spine. He readjusts his grip on his pickaxe and takes his moment before Scar inevitably looks away.

He mines at the stalagmite above Scar’s head, bracing himself for the burst of pain and Scar’s reaction—

Only for the man to look away at the last moment, feeding the pandas bamboo. He doesn’t see how Grian aches when the spike falls on his head.

This time, Grian does groan. “Scar!” He scolds, exasperated.

“Grian why didn’t they breed? I fed them bamboo.” Scar asks, rather than paying attention to the very serious situation they have on their hands.

Grian gives into the urge to face palm, dragging his hand down his face. “Scar will you just—” He grumbles, setting his pickaxe aside for a moment. Before he can think about what he’s doing, he moves forward and carefully takes Scar’s face in his hands. His palms cup Scar’s cheeks, thumbs resting on his cheekbones. He holds him still, forcing their eyes to meet.

Scar’s gaze is stuck on Grian now, dark green eyes blown wide with surprise. Grian tries to avoid thinking about how soft Scar’s skin is beneath his hands, but he ultimately fails as he marvels over it. One of his thumbs move without his permission, gently caressing the skin of Scar’s cheek.

Even with the few scars lining his face, Grian finds that his skin is still soft, the old wounds making it rough only around the edges.

He tries to ignore how intimate the action feels, and how it makes his chest ache and warm at the fact that he gets to do this. His traitorous mind wants to remember the fire, the pinpricks of needles and sand and the feeling of warm skin slowly going cold.

But in the moment, Grian uses Scar’s warmth to remind himself of where he is.

He will not think about how the last time he touched Scar like this, it was to end his life. He will bury that feeling, along with its memory.

Instead, he will carefully cradle Scar’s face in his hands, as if he were holding something precious. He meets Scar’s gaze, and sighs, “Scar, look at me.” His voice is painfully soft as he says it, a request rather than a command.

“Okay, I’m looking this time.” Scar promises him, nodding in his hold.

Grian pulls away to set up the stalagmite once more, taking out his pickaxe again. He glances at Scar, promising himself this won’t kill him. This will not end them. He is not using his fists (he can’t bear to), they will walk away from this together.

He raises his pickaxe for a moment before he hesitates. He meets Scar’s eyes again and makes a last minute decision. He takes his free hand and gently holds Scar’s face with it. His palm tingles pleasantly as he feels Scar’s warm skin against it.

It’s just to ensure that Scar looks this time.

And then he breaks the stalagmite.

It falls on Scar. His head bleeds.

Grian’s does as well.

Silence hangs between them as Scar stares at Grian, eyes as wide as saucers and jaw slack. Grian pulls back, setting his pickaxe down again. He waits for the reaction. He’s almost worried about it, concerned that Scar won’t want to work with him, that Scar won’t want him.

Scar blinks a few times, processing the information before him. He stares at Grian’s head as he feels blood trickle down his brow. “Oh my god.” He breathes, and the silence snaps.

Laughter bursts from Grian as he finds himself leaning against Scar. The other lets him, too in shock. “You knew this whole time?!” Scar says, laughing a little himself.

“Why do you think I was so concerned with your health and safety?!” Grian replies easily, lifting his head up. He finds that his worries begin to ease as Scar shrugs.

“I don’t know, I thought that was just— typical Grian behavior!” Scar answers him.

Grian opens his mouth to retort, but then shuts it. “I suppose you have a point there.” He relents, nodding.

He goes to pull away but Scar’s arms wrap around him, hold him close. “Grian, you’re my soulmate!” He cheers, “The amayzin’ duo is back once more! And we will be led to victory!” Scar exclaims, and Grian can’t help but laugh.

“As long as I can keep you alive long enough to see it.” He points out, though the words make his chest ache.

Scar turns to him, blinking. Grian meets his eyes, almost worried that he’s said the wrong thing. But then Scar’s gaze softens, and his eyes grow warm. His smile is gentle, lips curving and tilting up with fondness. Scar exudes warmth as he looks at Grian, and it isn’t just the warm arms wrapped around him.

“I know you will.” Scar says, and he sounds so confident about it. His voice is strong, laced with warmth, and softness, and something else that Grian doesn’t want to put a name to. “You’re practically an expert now.”

Grian returns his smile with a smaller one of his own, “I’ll do my best.”

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pwlanier · 1 year

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A Wedgwood Encaustic-Decorated Caneware Chocolate Pot and

matching Cup and Saucer

UK, circa 1787

Stoneware

Molded pattern of bamboo stalks, highlighted in blue.

Impressed "Wedgwood"

Lyon and Turnbull

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angelkin-food-cake · 1 year

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Raspberry and Rosewater Ice with Sparkling Wine

300g (1½ cups) of castor sugar

250ml (1 cups) water

2 tsp. of rosewater

300g ( 1 [10 oz.] pkg) of frozen raspberries

juice of half a lemon

10 small glasses, they will need to hold a raspberry and about 50ml of liquid

1 punnet (pint pkg) of raspberries, choose berries darker in color, they have a more intense flavor

bamboo cocktail forks

rose petals for garnish

sparkling wine or prosecco

In a medium saucepan add the sugar and water and bring to the simmer over medium heat. Simmer for 2 minutes, remove from heat and add rosewater (you can adjust quantity to taste). Allow to cool to room temperature.

In a food processor, add frozen raspberries and cooled rose syrup and blitz until smooth. Add lemon juice and pulse. Strain through a fine sieve, pushing through all the syrup using a ladle or the back of a spoon.

Place a raspberry into each glass and distribute liquid evenly, secure a cocktail fork into the raspberry and freeze for six hours or overnight.

Run each glass quickly under hot water until the popsicle comes free. Place in a champagne saucer or wine glass with a fresh raspberry and a rose petal and pour sparkling wine over.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 7 months

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Boo's Dollhouse

Story Masterlist | Spooky SZN Masterlist

Chapter 4: Robo Bitch

In the age of technology, it'd been stupid not to have an android option for the rich men who weren't confident with human women or their own sexual ability. Some men were impotent. Robots didn't judge, question you, or go off script.

Boo connected her favorite open-minded client to Robo Bitch's bluetooth. He'd never tried phone sex with a robot, but he was open to anything, and Boo really wanted to hear him dirty talk in his Irish accent. "Try saying something sexual," she smirked, biting her nail on the call.

"Oh, Robo Bitch, I need to feel you twitching inside of me, your love nectar spilling out of my anus like a warm glaze."

"Be for real!"

"This is insane. So when you say robot, is it like Rosie from the Jetsons or M3gan?"

"Come see," Boo twirled, excited for his reaction. She was ready to book his visit at that moment. "I'll get you in. You don't even have to wait."

A week later, the shiny black Rolls-Royce rolled onto the paved driveway right as Boo opened the door of the grand mansion, feeling the gentle cool wind on her face and neck.

"Nezuko," the client gushed in admiration of her accurate cosplay.

"You watch anime.. Hm." She had purple contacts and a bamboo mouth-peice, but it was pulled down and hanging like a necklace around her neck. "Thank you, Shawnee," she waved to the black-suited driver as he drove away.

Boo brought her client the rest of the way into the romantic and threatening blood red decorated foyer. This year's theme for Halloween was Blood & Passion. Delicate red lace, red velvet, faux ruby stones, fake blood spray, and bouquets of red stained white roses adorned the area.

"Welcome back, Klaus," Boo smiled. This was a client who refused to hide his identity with a mask. He wanted to be seen and had no concept of shame or privacy. He preferred to live life in the open, as he called it. Nothing ever a secret. Still, Boo had the dolls avoid the area. She led him to the sofa and patted the cushion for him to sit beside her. "Tea?"

Two floral teacups sat on matching saucers with gold trim. The tea in the matching pot was ginseng. As a host, she was sensitive to and supported his recovery from drugs and alcohol. She made sure the kitchen was aware ahead of time and did not entice him. No alcoholic menus, no bar access, and no hookah. He lit up his own cigarette, explaining that it warded off the drug cravings. Boo couldn't do any more for him than he was willing to do for himself.

"So what's the deal with this robot? How does it work? Better yet, has it killed anyone?"

"Robo Bitch can move, walk, talk, scan your vitals, and adapt to your body.. you'll be surprised how naturally it all works." That was Boo's pitch, but she didn't have to say too much, Robo Bitch was an idea that sold itself.

After tea, Boo led 6-foot Klaus into the corresponding suite, introducing the 5'7 chrome woman. She was lifelike, with a hyper-realistic skin feel. On sight, he was already prodding and speculating about it being real.

"Jesus! This looks like an actual woman! Liberate her, you fiend," he teased in faux distress. Though he was a client who preferred to float from doll to doll, he was a client who could genuinely make Boo smile. He was a party boy with a genuine heart of gold, and most times, he only came for the company, the food, the parties, and the amenities. He simply liked the vibe.

"Well, I want your review, so I'll leave you to it."

"Wait, I've never been with a robot. Is she waterproof? If I get all sweaty or explode my essence, will she electrocute me," he wondered aloud, staring at the robot eye to closed eye.

"She's durable, Klaus. Just turn her ON and have fun." Boo closed him in and headed to the security cameras expeditiously.

"This has Stepford Wives written all over it," he muttered, approaching the 5'7 robot with his hand hovering over her small breast over the silver sequin bralette. He stared incredulous as he smoked his cigarette. His black nail polish shined in the dim light. "Turn it on.. Turn it on.." He sighed. "How do I turn you on?"

Lightbulb.

"You foxy little minx." He planted a finger under the chin and placed a chaste kiss on its soft lips. The eyes opened, and they stood eye to eye.

"Initializing."

He flinched mildly as its chin ticked, causing Boo to stifle a small giggle.

"Downloading updates," it blinked rapidly. "Please wait... Downloading updates... Please wait. Hello Klaus," it ticked. The movements were fluid but unnatural with a slight uncanny valley feel. "I am RoboBitch, the answer to your greatest fantasies. Ask me all of your questions and don't forget, we have one hour together. I will remind you again at thirty minutes, then again at five. At that point, I will shut down. According to my input, you are a pansexual male. You require roleplay and asphyxiation."

"If I weren't immortal, I'd think she were trying to kill me."

Boo had to chuckle.

"I serve my master. Robo Bitch does not respond to anything other than questions, requests or demands."

"You poor machine. What am I gonna do here? Boo mentioned vitals?"

"Touch my breast."

"Um, sure?" He planted his hand. "ANND, this feels exactly like a real breast."

"Initializing. Remain still."

"Sure, sure." From 120 to 0, Klaus stood patiently waiting. For what, he didn't know.

"Blood Pressure: 120/80 mmHg. Breathing: 18 breaths per minute. Pulse: 90 beats per minute. Temperature: 98.3 degrees. ."

"Now deliver my astrological report."

"Amazing." Boo palmed her face yet again. This was going nowhere. She needed a new test subject to try out Robo Bitch and she had the perfect candidate. She called on Denzel, the one and only. Rumor on the wind was he was having intimacy issues, meaning due to age, he was having trouble getting it up. Robo Bitch would be perfect.

It took another call and more setting up, but Denzel with widdit. He stepped into the mansion ready, no bullshit necessary, just show him this lifelike sex robot, and he'd do the rest. Boo closed him in and let him do his thing, again rushing to the security cameras to watch the encounter in secret.

"I don't get the appeal," Security judged to which Boo responded.

"A robot doesn't say no or make you feel small. With a robot, you are always in charge."

It took no time for Denzel to figure out what to do. He knew women well enough to figure it out and nothing other than Robo Bitch's unnatural and semi-awkward movements and vast knowledge would give away her being an android. He held it like he'd hold a human woman for the first time and kissed it.

"Initializing," it twitched awake. "Downloading updates," it blinked rapidly. "Please wait... Downloading updates... Please wait. Hello Denzel," it ticked. "I am RoboBitch, the answer to your greatest fantasies. Ask me all of your questions and don't forget, we have one hour together. I will remind you again at thirty minutes, then again at five. At that point, I will shut down. According to my input, you are a heterosexual male. You require oral sex and submission."

"And you can do that?"

"Robo Bitch is built to serve."

"Well what about parts. Do you have the parts of a woman? Can I call you something other than Robo Bitch?"

"I promise you I am anatomically correct. Would you like to program an alternate name to address me by?"

"Yes, how about Pauletta. That's my wife's name."

"Saving data. Data saved."

"Data saved," Denzel stared, taking in the android. Boo could tell he was genuinely intrigued. She decided to help him out by overriding the room's light system and turning on the stage lights. The music began to play early Nas and Robo Bitch instantly walked onto the stage to dance. It was like a normal woman dancing on rhythm to a hip-hop beat while Denzel nodded in tandem. Boo had chocolate strawberries and bottled sparkling water sent to the room at no additional cost. She only added a note: She's durable and waterproof. Enjoy.

She watched him read it.

"I guess you are a robot," he announced, finally accepting it. "In that case. I guess small talk would be a waste of time. What do you think?"

"Pauletta is here to serve."

Denzel smirked, a little shook and heated, "Now that's a line I haven't heard! I might like this. Say it again."

"Yes, Master Denzel. I will repeat. Pauletta is here to serve."

"Damn right! Now I'm gonna tell you something I could never say to my wife... Get over here, you android mothafucka and play with this dick until it gets nice and hard."

He dropped his pants and briefs easily.

"Another benefit of Robo Bitch is that she doesn't get tired," Boo explained to Security. She did have repetitive movements. However, in situations such as these, they worked.

Robo Bitch rubbed and massaged Denzel's penis to force the blood to rush and pool. It wasn't getting fully hard, but that wasn't Robo Bitch's fault. The moment did give Denzel the opportunity to try everything he could without the fear of judgment or embarrassment.

"I need my pump," he sighed, already tired. "What can you do about that?"

Robo Bitch switched to using her mouth and Denzel's mouth opened in pleasant surprise. "Oh. That works."

Got him, Boo sat back, counting the stacks he was sure to drop in the near future. She walked away from the cameras and gave him his privacy (aside from security watching).

"Your heart rate is increasing.. Your temperature is rising.. Take a break," Robo Bitch warned between sucks of his medium-hard erection while not giving him a break. "Your blood pressure is rising.. Take a break."

"Oh no, no. No breaks," he breathed heavily. "I didn't pay this much and finally get this hard to take a break." His pelvic thrusts became involuntary and increased in speed and intensity as the robot's head remained stationed and taking it all. He grunted out loud as he was able to release, tiny ropes of cum lodging in the robot's mouth as he panted. "Shit," he sighed, swiping his forehead. He didn't want to be done, but his body was done.

"Blood pressure is rising.. Take a break."

He released a whoosh of air and took a seat, drinking the sparkling water as he collected his energy. The chocolate strawberries were there to help.

"Shit, I'm done." He shook his head, pulling his pants back up. He didn't need directions out. They had his card info. Boo still 'accidentally' bumped into him on the way out to ask about his experience.

"How was it with a machine," she smiled brightly.

"Huh.. It was something."

Boo nodded. "Thanks for your visit. Hope to see you again."

"Keep that thing around and you will."

Boo waited until he was riding away in the black Rolls-Royce to pat herself on the back. "Parisa," she sang, doing a small happy dance of a basketball move. The android woman appeared at the top of the stairs, leaning casually over the banister. "You're a motherfuckin genius."

"And now you know," Parisa shrugged, prideful in her performance.

Parisa The Afro-Iranian Android. She'd been an actress before the Dollhouse, making her way in simple commercials. This character was a money grab that she knew would work because she was funny, highly intelligent, and did segmented computer-generated speech well.

Once a confident street performer, she was heavily aware of the fact that she had more talent that she knew what to do with. Her existence and purpose were performance. So when she first pitched the Robo Bitch persona to Boo, naturally Boo was on board.

The problem was, Boo didn't think most intelligent people or people in general were dumb enough to think she was a real robot, but boy, was she wrong.

"BOO," the cashier called, getting her attention.

"You almost scared me. What's wrong?"

"One of Larry's sons. He's on the phone and wants to book. I put him on hold."

Boo stilled, closing her eyes as a wave of stress hit her. Sooner or later she had to deal with her late husband's 3 adult children and she knew them niggas wanted her ass handed to her for snatching their inheritance. She also killed both their parents for the money but they couldn't prove it.

A deep negro cackling rang out. "I knew I had them lil black bastards for a reason! They gone drag yo monkey ass up outta here by the weave you live by!"

"You shut the hell up, Larry." Boo only had until his 88th birthday to deal with his disembodied spirit haunting her house, then he'd be in Hell where he belonged. The girls in the house couldn't wait! "Tell him no. They ain't getting on my property," Boo waved dismissively.

"You think not being wanted gonna keep niggas out?! I ain't want them nappy headed heathens in this world and they found a way, cuz that's what niggas do... go exactly where they ain't wanted."

"He said you'd say that," the cashier interrupted, fully ignoring Larry as she was used to his ramblings. "He said he'd pay double, triple even."

"Well, who is he requesting for all that? I still don't trust his ass in my house."

"You, boss."

"Me? You know what, book him. Tell my security they gone need they guns loaded. You hear me? Loaded."

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prismaticpichu · 1 year

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For the prompts, 27 or 36? Sephzack, obviously.

YES!!! You get me so well x,D

Dedicated to the master of the catboy <3 Ty for the prompts!!

"Awww."

By the time the accursed, taboo not-word left his lips, formed by some rebellious pocket in his brain and wriggling past all security measures imaginable, it was too late. Way too late. Seph was staring at him as if he had grown a beak. He hadn't grown a beak, actually, but had most definitely just "awwed" at General Sephiroth.

Seph set down his coffee mug, the one he had been enjoying just a second ago. He knew this because his eyes always blew into little saucers when he was happy. A tiny thing, yes. A unique thing, yes.

An adorable thing? ...Maybe.

There had to be some law about awwing at your boss/military officer/best friend.

Oh Gaia. He was so dead. So totally believably dead.

"Did you see something?" Seph asked, although his tone clearly suggested that he knew the answer, steely and professional but also a bit stunned. There was nothing to "see" in the office besides them; Seph had made a habit of confiscating his PHS until they were done, and Ifrit knew there was nothing cute about paperwork. It was actually pretty devilish.

“Nope," Zack lied. "Just saw that my shirt was torn."

Of course he went and picked a lie that was debunkable from across the room. Good job, Zack! Gold star.

Sephiroth scanned him regardless, to which he found nothing. Probably aided by the fact that he was wearing a hoodie anyway.

"Zackary."

Zack's insides crumbled, looking deflated in his seat. Not the Zackary thing... He hated when Seph called him Zackary; it sopped with so much disappointment, so much authority. And it was something he broke under each and every time like a spell.

"Okay, okay," Zack squeaked, wringing his hands together. "Your eyes did a little happy thing—when you were drinking your coffee I mean—and it was just so cute, er—“ What was he even saying? He probably sounded like such a weirdo. Who comments on people's eyes dilating? Him, apparently.

However, as he returned his gaze to his friend, it was a saddened look that swept across his face. Seph’s chin dipped, silver bangs wilting.

"Seph?" Zack blinked. "What's wrong, bud?"

"...That is a very interesting sentiment." Wistfulness was pooling in the emerald eyes, his pupils rippling, their unearthly shape drifting against the surface like black bamboo.

"Whad'ya mean?" Zack was frowning now, all that embarrassment overtaken and engulfed by guilt. Had he struck a nerve? He hadn't meant to... not at all.

Silence blanketed them, just for a moment, before Sephiroth gave a wry smirk. "Hojo used to say they were the eyes of a monster."

The perfect monster... My perfect weapon. He always stared into his eyes whenever he told him that, so close that he could smell his breath fuming from his mouth. He would lock with those muddy orbs and watch his own reflection in them, tainted and twisted by the miry color, drowning in a world of his design.

Zack's heart withered his chest, even more indignation stirring at Hojo for planting such an awful thought in Seph's mind. It wouldn't be the first one, and that only made it all the more heavy. It was a hammer that gained weight every time the man's name slithered into a conversation.

"A monster?" Zack repeated, a little sharper than intended. He blunted his voice down as he wheeled over to his best friend. "That Hojo is a slimy shin guard who doesn't know a pigeon from an elephant. Nothing he says will ever be true."

"The mindset didn't stop at Hojo," Seph continued, and Zack noticed how he seemed to be sweeping his bangs over his eyes. It must've been like making someone aware of their own breathing. Something that should be natural and unquestioned and now had a spotlight shining on it.

If only he could keep his mouth shut for one day.

"It didn't?" Zack pressed, stifling the irrelevant thought.

Sephiroth shook his head. "My appearance became very well known among both Wutains and SOLDIERs alike. They were well aware of some of my... eccentricities."

"You are one of a kind."

He smirked, faint but ephemeral. "Recognizable, that was what it was. Many macabre things were associated with me. I had slaughtered so, so many on Wutain turf... and all of them had seen me. At least once. There was no one who had death carved into their eyes as I did. A serpent, perhaps, but not a human. And serpents are very deadly creatures."

“Not all of them," Zack protested. "Some are even kept as pets, like in Gongaga!"

"They are still serpents at their core. People stay away for a reason." Sephiroth closed his eyes then, sighing, leeches of the past leaving him drained and boneless.

And Zack was left feeling hollow. Aching. "Seph," he started gingerly, "you don't think I'm afraid of you... do you?"

Sephiroth dipped his chin in response. It wasn't an accusation, or even a blame. It was nothing but a cold, visceral fear hidden inside of him, always coiling, always caged away.

It broke Zack’s heart.

His gaze thawed and steeled all at once, and Zack dipped his chin as well, leaning closer. The ache in his chest throbbed against the surface. "When I was just a baby in this huge city, heck yeah. You take out that sword of yours and I'd be under the covers in a heartbeat." He smiled quietly. "And then I met you, Seph. You. Not General Sephiroth. You kept me safe all this time, after everything. You always make me feel safe and sound."

Another swathe of silence stretched between them. Not heavy, not stiff, not a stifling mist, but long. Pensive. Sephiroth dipped his chin, shadows under his eyes, small splotches of ink that tried to muddy his friend’s sentiment as he took it in. Tried to muddy the earnest ribboned in his voice.

"...No," Sephiroth said softly. "I know you aren't."

Zack's smile softened to dough. "Good." And then he leaned closer, brushing a veil of mercury bangs away from his friend's eyes… where two obsidian orbs waited behind the curtain. Tame and gentle, kind and lost and found.

...And adorable.

"See?" Zack chuckled—he didn't mean to, he really didn't, but it was just too hard to swallow them. "Those aren't the eyes of some snake. That's a big, kind, kinda stupid cat."

Sephiroth was taken aback. He was already feeling much more relaxed. “A cat?" he parroted, teetering between something of surprise and amusement. That was also a new sentiment... but that was his lieutenant, he supposed, viewing the world through a kaleidoscope. Finding auroras in a blizzard, finding antidotes in a serpent.

"A cat!" Zack confirmed, and chirped it now, starlight glimmering in the eyes so bright that they were ethereal. Maybe even more so than his own. "It all makes sense now, too! The way you keep your hair so shiny, and how stealthy you are—I mean your footsteps are silent."

The amusement had bloomed into a chuckle, silver bangs swaying as he shook his head. Their tips dipped in delicate emerald light. "I am not a cat."

"Yeeeahhh you are. 100%. No questions please."

"You're insane."

"Stop being in denial, Seph. Gosh!"

The chuckling persisted for Gaia knows how long, harmonizing with one another, velvet and playful rhythms, a head shaking, failing to turn away, ungloved hands sweeping through silver bangs and huffs of protest laced in between.

"Let's order sushi later! I'll ask for extra tuna. Lots of tuna."

"It’s not that funny, Zackary."

"Stop smiling then!"

Sephiroth, in fact, couldn't order the smile away, it remaining plastered to his lips so long as his friend continued his one-man show. What he did do was peel his hand away, gazing right into Zack’s sapphire eyes. Locking with them. His reflection rippling in the calm waters, true and real, swimming in a world where he was... him. Him, with his those serpentine slits blown into saucers.

Maybe it wasn't too late for glasses.

#sephiroth #zack fair #ffvii #fangirl #crisis core #kitty bean #puppy bean #prompts #asks #edited and tweaked

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transgenderer · 9 months

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Hu plig is the ritual for calling or summoing the tus plig (the soul or self), which is often performed for a sick person, and always for a newly born child. It is believed that among the plig (selfs) which every human possesses, there is one in particular (referred to as the 'chicken self') which is easily alarmed, playful, and likes to wander. Such plig leave the body during sleep, and go off the play like children, with other plig. Like children, they may wander too far, and get lost, or they may suffer accident, such as falling into the otherworld through a deep hole, and may be unable to return to their 'house', the human body, or they may be ambushed and captured by hungry and malevolent dab qus. They may also leave the body at other times, particular during long and arduous journey, or in cases of sudden shock or grief. In such cases the self is said to have 'fallen' (tus plig poob) and special means must be employed to recall it to its owner, who will fall sick without it, and may even eventually die unless it is recalled in time.

The purpose of the silver necklets, or xaw, worn by children and Hmong who have been seriously ill, is to 'bind' this plig more firmly to its 'tsev' or house, the human body (cev). These, or a particular necklet made of three intertwined metals- silver, copper, and iron, may be prescribed after serious illness. It is of course the shaman's business to travel to the otherworld to bargain with the spirits who may have trapped such a tus plig, but in less serious cases a hu plig ritual is often resorted to, in cases of sickness or mental distress.

At birth a child does not possess this tus plig, and if the child survives for three days after birth, a hu plig ritual must be conducted to summon the self into its body. After this a prohibition is placed on the house for a period of one lunar month (30 days). Th ritual may be performed by anybody who knows the appropriate words and formulae, but in practice it is usually a man of some standing who is asked, who may also be a shaman, although he does not have to be. This is like a christening, since it is at this time that child's first name is given by the caller of the soul; he will receive an 'elder' or mature, name, after the birth of one or more children, and these names, like clan names, can be changed to avert continued sickness or misfortune.

The ritual to call the tus plig is performed just inside the house, on the front porch. Four sprigs of maple are planted in the ground at the four corners of the porch, bound together by a string of hemp. Holding a chicken and burning paper made from bamboo which symbolizes money in the otherworld (for as heavenly money is earthly paper, so tears on earth are laughter in the otherworld, and cattle here are people there), and burning incense before a saucer of rice with an egg on a stool, the person who is calling the soul of the child stands facing the valley and sings a very sweet and beautiful song to invite the wandering tus plig into the body of the new-born child. Afterwards he will eat with the family and ties hempen thread as a protective bond around the wrists of all present

Hu plig is often performed at the actual site, usually otuside the house, where it is diagnosed that the tus plig of a patient has 'fallen', in which case the soul-caller will go to that site with a chicken and incense, spirit-money to burn, and a bottle of rice-wine, and squatting by the site will quietly summon the tus plig to return to its abode. He will take back with him an insect from the site which symbolises the returning tus plig. On other occasions the ritual is performed a the open door, where a chicken is released to search for the insect before it itself is sacrificed, A special hu plig ritual is performed by each household at the new year, when the selves not only of the inhabitants of the house but also of the domestic animals and crops (plig woob plig loo) are summoned back to remain within the household compound, and the all the farming tools and domestic utensils are ritually blessed.

-Hmong Religion, Tabb 1989

#had to hand type this. arduous!

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investigaticns · 1 year

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✦ 𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

spice: lemongrass

weather: seabreeze

colour: orange

sky: bright, clear blue sky

shoe: nike air force 1

house plant: lucky bamboo

weapon: nunchucks

subject: medicine

social media: tiktok

makeup product: red eyeliner

candy: flying saucers

fear: hemophobia

ice cube shape: shaved ice

method of long-distance travel: hitchhiking

art style: neo-expressionism

historical period: age of discovery

mythological creature: phoenix

piece of stationery: cartoon erasers

three emojis: 🎸💫👟

celestial body: Piscis Volans

#❯ FELIX ✗ polygraph.#❯ spinning the rolodex ✗ MEME.

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swamphaunt · 1 year

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🍄

this might get a bit long so: no pictures this time

let's say you collect gen1s. and let's say you have the perfect colors, but the eyes completely clash.

luckily there's several pieces that can change the color and/or hide the eyes entirely. i might miss a few but here are the ones i've found so far:

arctic goggles, shades*, seaspray eye patches**, armets from notn, goldslab headdress, bamboo sedge hat, dented/burnished/tarnished/ornate helmets, cowls, woodmasks, plague doctor masks, phantasmal halfmasks***, daredevil covers, sage covers, sanddune rags/boneyard tatters, marva eyes (saucer stare, etc), gemologist's discovery**, philosopher's veil/oracle's guise, the gem marketplace guise's, and the roving/raider/pillager helms****

*not positioned directly in front of eyes on all breeds

**doesnt work if the dragon has multiple eyes visible

***sometimes just tints the eye instead of obscuring

****very limited, mostly on bogsneaks and faes

#tip posting

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takinghisbow · 2 years

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@ahogechef asked: ❝ "Hey there, Kokichi: Happy Birthday! Thanks for dropping by, I'm very excited to give you your gifts, hehe. " Kaede had asked Kokichi earlier via text to visit her kitchen station once he had the time. One of them was a special dish she had made for him, hence her excitement."

They're over on the table. Come!" She gestures him to follow him to it. On the table sat a black sushi box, tied with a yellow ribbon, along with a rectangular shaped gift box, wrapped with a white ribbon. "I hope you'll love what I made for you~!" Inside the sushi box, was an array of different maki rolls, ranging from flavors of tofu, avocado, and mango, along with smoked salmon nigiri. "Soo I may or not had taken notes when I 'offhandedly' asked you what some of your favorite sushi flavors were. It was for this reason: to be able to surprise you with this for your birthday!"

Then in the wrapped gift box, was a bamboo sushi board. It came with a pair of black chopsticks, and two tiny saucer plates for dipping sauces. "And I thought, since I made you some sushi... why not throw you in a sushi board, too? Hehehe... I hope these were a nice surprise for you, and that you’ll have a super fun and great day today~!" -ahogechef!!! 🍣 ❞ ( birthday ask !)

Kokichi would have been lying if he claimed to not be hoping for some delicious food when he was invited to Kaede’s kitchen station on his birthday. So, of course, he had. Lied, that is. He had claimed that he would take a break from his busy schedule running the world to visit poor, lonely Kaede. He was practically a saint.

His eagerness upon arriving, of course, would have easily given it away if it hadn’t already been an obvious lie. “It’ll be even happier if you’re gonna feed me! Am I getting that four course meal yet?” He trotted over to the table alongside her, pulling the sushi box toward him with a grin. He opened it with a flourish, his expression of shock and awe only slightly embellished. “Fine, you win! We’re officially best friends,” he said decidedly, immediately reaching out and grabbing a mango maki roll and trying it. “Soooo good,” he said through the mouthful. It was no lie either—it was delicious, and he was sure all of them would be.

He was already bouncing on his heels before he had even opened the gift box, his grin brightening at the sight of the sushi board. “Whoa!” He tipped his head toward Kaede, smile turning apologetic for a moment as he said, “I already have one like it.”

And his grin returned. “Just kidding! I love it! Now I gotta make sure I get you something ten times better for your next birthday. That way we can keep one-upping each other.”

#[ birthday ask 🎂 ]#ahogechef #((Sorry this took 10 years to reply to fjkdshkjdahfds))#((but they're so cute and kaede is so good to him!!!!!))#((he's v happy with his gifts!!))#[ may queue always be satisfied ]#—— ✧ ask »

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soniabigcheese · 2 years

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Edith

Surname to be decided, age also to be decided

As we know, she is an avid knitter and is never without her knitting bag. It also includes peppermints - the crumbly kind that melts in your mouth.

Let's get a little more information about her, shall we?

She loves to visit charity/thrift shops as they're a great source of yarns donated, as well as replacement knitting needles. She prefers the old steel ones, can't get away with the bamboo ones, as she has trouble getting the yarn to slide across the shaft.

Any that have worn too thin or have bent too much, she uses as stakes in her tiny garden for her sweet peas.

She doesn't like coffee nor the smell. She tried to make a coffee one day using the instant variety and it tasted bitter. During the tea shop refit, she had to use the coffee shop. That's where she was told that she made her coffee all wrong by a trainee barista who should have known better.

It's the only time she lost her temper and told him rather hotly that 'isn't that the point of making a cuppa ... to put water, freshly boiled from the kettle ... into the cup?'

She has a pretty ivy patterned bone china teacup with a matching saucer 'for best'. Although she isn't sure when 'best' will arrive, as she's never had any dignitaries pop in for a visit.

Unlike many other seniors, she rather liked using teabags, especially one famous brand in particular, as she uses them afterwards as a source of nutrients for said tiny garden.

And the reason why she took on this 'adventure/quest/whatever' is because, during a storytelling session. Someone asked her why spells and magic only last until midnight.

She hadn't really thought about it, just used to reading stories out loud to whoever was willing to listen.

But this little comment made her think and wonder. She remembered her mother reading to her, but wasn't sure if she'd asked the self same question. And if she did, she knew the answer would always be ... that's just how it is - it is after all, a fairytale.

The local library came up with nothing, and despite the helpful efforts of one of the librarians. The Internet completely defeated her. And they both agreed, after several tries, that computers just weren't her thing.

And left it at that.

#edith the adventurer #solving the midnight curse #update on Edith

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croaksac · 8 days

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thin and small ppl will build a "bar stool" out of 3 sticks of bamboo and a tea saucer. and expect you to climb up and balance on that while u eat dinner

#diary

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evereinefaust · 17 days

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Bamboo Rice X afab!Reader

Synopsis: Bamboo Rice was woken up from a nightmare. Fueled by his fear and panic, he desperately searched for a sign that his master attendant was still alive.

Word Count: 1,152

A certain food soul was woken up with a start. His forest-green irises were wide as a saucer, cold sweat decorated his entire body as he let out a ragged and sharp breath. His heart was hammering inside his chest and he could hear its deafening beats in his ears. The male was seated on his bed, the white blanket completely left his body, and now discarded on the floor. Bamboo Rice felt his lips quiver in alarm and fear while his hand clenched his chest.

"What...was that? A dream?" He muttered to himself, trying to calm down from his episode only to no avail.

Swiftly getting out of his bed, he went straight to the door and slammed it open. He raced out of his room and through the halls. He doesn't care whether or not his action breaks the door or even the wall due to his strength. In his mind, his only priority is to find that certain person. His veins were pumped with adrenaline as snippets of his nightmare flashed in front of his eyes, flooding his brain with images of her.

He slammed open every door in the hallway, not caring whether there was someone inside or the string of curses and harsh words thrown at him afterward. He doesn't care about them; he only cares about her. After inspecting every nook and cranny of the second floor, there was still no sign of the person he was searching for. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and jumped off the railing of the second floor.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" He demanded the first person he came upon after landing on the first story of the mansion, his large hands gripping the person's shoulder tightly. There was a deep crease between his eyebrows as he inadvertently glared at Pancake, impatience, and frustration seen on his features.

The poor boy could only blink in shock. He slowly removed the pancake from his mouth before speaking. "Who? Do you mean Boss? I think she went out with someone."

The green-haired food soul immediately left the mansion after hearing his desired answer, leaving the dark-haired Pancake confused. Once again, he slammed the double doors open and saw some of his fellow food souls loitering at the garden mansion. His panic-filled orbs scanned the vicinity of the area, but never once found a mop of [h/c] hair. He allowed his feet to trudge onward, asking the same question to every food soul he encountered on the way. However, he only received vague responses about her actual whereabouts and even a shake of their head, not knowing where she was.

This led to another wave of uneasiness overwhelming him. Surely, that dream wasn't true, right? That won't happen, right? He could still feel her life force with the help of the contract, but whatever he did to put his mind at ease, he couldn't help but feel something prodding at the back of his mind—like something awful might happen. His footsteps didn't stop as he ran through the forest where he usually lounges. It was just at the back of the mansion, and apparently, it was also a part of their property. Jade-colored eyes darted from side to side as he proceeded further deep into the area, trying to catch at least a glimpse of [h/c] locks.

Eventually, he came upon a grass field just on the outskirts of the forest. It was vast greenery full of various plants protruding from the soil, overlooking a body of clear water from the cliffside. He allowed his legs to stop, standing just a few meters from the person he was looking for. His shoulder relaxed at the sight of her, the creases from his eyebrows were gone, and his eyes softened. Relief washed over his exhausted body, but he couldn't care less about his sweaty skin or his rapid heartbeat. All he cared about was the girl before him.

Letting out a heavy breath, he moved forward to the figure in the distance. Her small back faced him, [h/c] locks swayed in different directions when the crisp breeze blew by as her hand tucked away a stray hair from her face. Soon, [Y/n] heard the ruffling of grass blades and soft footsteps nearing her. She whisked her head around, [e/c] pools locking with jade ones.

"Tak...kun?" She mumbled out, confusion written all over her face with her eyes an inch wide. The teen could see remnants of panic and fear in his relaxed expression. She let her body turn around to fully face the approaching male.

However, he remained quiet while nearing her. Once he was at arm's reach from her, he instantly wrapped his arms around her petite frame, enveloping her in a tight embrace. He buried his face in her back, afraid to let her witness his vulnerable state. [Y/n] was utterly confused by his behavior but didn't dare question him. She snaked her arms on his broad back, not minding his sweaty body. She rubbed circles on his back, trying to soothe the trembling male.

Not a minute later, the green-haired food soul broke down. His grip on her was tight, afraid that she might vanish from his grasp if he let go. He pursed his lips and his eyes were closed, salty tears already brimming down from his face. He sobbed.

"Takkun? Are you alright? What happened?" [Y/n] asked, her voice gentle as ever. She moved her hand up to touch his green locks and pet them.

It took Bamboo Rice a few minutes before answering her question despite his breakdown. "You...you...I had a b-bad....dream about y-you... You l-left me in that dream! You said s-sorry....again and again...and then w-when you hugged m-me...you...disappeared... Y-you left a l-letter...for me...and it says t-that...you're dead!" Bamboo Rice was bawling, his voice cracking every time he spoke.

Somehow, the young master attendant got a glimpse of the situation. Sorrow flashed in her [e/c] pools for the male. She knew all too well about this feeling; she used to have nightmares about her family leaving her, and she knew how much it hurt. She slowly drops her lids, continuing to caress the grieving male.

"[Y/n]..." Bamboo Rice called out in a whisper.

"Yes, Takkun?"

"P-please...don't leave me..."

A sad smile was etched on her lips at his request. She knew to herself that she would never leave them no matter what, however... She also knew that she couldn't stay in their lives forever. A human like her only has a limited time, unlike food souls who lived for thousands of years. [Y/n] knew what her beloved food soul was implying, and she couldn't promise herself that she definitely wouldn't leave. Despite her dilemma, she ushered the words into his ears.

"Of course, Takkun. I won't leave you no matter what."

#fanfiction #fanfic #alternate universe #one shot #oneshot #reader insert #x reader #fluff #drabble #female reader #ff #food fantasy #food fantasy bamboo rice #ff bamboo rice #angst #angst with comfort #light angst #angst with a happy ending

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