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k-n0-x · 1 month

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A/N: Hii everyone! Sorry this chapter is a little later than usual, burnout happened, school happened, the whole shebang! This chapter is a doozy though, hope you all will love it <3

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The sun rays peek through your window and the birds’ chirps awake you from your slumber.

Or maybe it’s the snoring of a drowsy Adam, who was lying beside you, though you’ve inured yourself to his unconscious noises for ages.

You get up from your bed, just to almost have your legs give way under you, thanks to the fact that you had to be pounded by your husband, as you promised to him.

Last night felt like a chore. You feel really bad for thinking it, but it really did.

You’re not an expert, but sex should feel enjoyable, by all sides involved, but with Adam, it feels like an obligatory activity.

You spend the next 25 minutes brushing your teeth, showering and getting ready for the day. Since there’s nothing to do at home (well, there’s nothing to do at home) you decide that this is a good time to be productive.

You head into the kitchen and scrutinise each and every ingredient that graces your pantry.

“Hmm, maybe this would work…” You grab flour, eggs, milk and a frying pan…

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The smell of buttery pancakes drifts throughout the kitchen. You sit down in your chair and take a bite of your breakfast.

The pancakes themselves were lovely; the consistency was just right and the flavour was something to die again for, courtesy of Heaven’s always perfect ingredients.

Heaven….

‘Perfect’ Heaven.

Up until a few weeks ago, you would have believed that sentimental saying that you hear being thrown around on multiple occasions, but now, those words seem like direct opposites of each other, an oxymoron even.

The mere thought of it sets an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

You shakily finish one pancake, and neatly leave the rest in the microwave.

You have more pressing matters to get on about today, and pancakes aren’t one of them, though you want it to be.

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“Welcome to Heaven, how can I help?” The Saint looks up from his logbook with a face coloured with surprise when he recognises you.

“Y/N! How’ve ya been?”

“I’m doing good,” you smile up at the angel behind the pedestal.

“So, what can I do for the wonderful wife of Adam, hm?” St. Peter clicks his tongue and finger guns.

“Well, Peter, is there a chance you could show me the list of Heaven’s recent residents? There’s a certain person I’m looking for…” Realisation hits you like a truck. Would this information be classified? You wouldn’t know until-

“Yeah sure, here!” The Saint passes you a page with written names and dates.

“This is a list of Heaven’s newest angels from up to a month ago. I hope you find who you’re looking for!”

“Thanks Pete, you’re a Saint,”

“Well, I am Saint Peter after all, ah bye-bye!”

Well that was easier than anticipated.

Now you need a private place to mull it over…

You walk through the brightly lit heavenly streets and bump into someone, sending you and your papers flying.

“Oh my, misss, I am ssssso ssssorry,” The person bends down to collect the papers.

“No, no it’s fine, sorry-” your voice gets stuck in your throat. You take a close look at the person collecting your papers.

The person, or, you should say snake, was sporting a smart coat, top hat, and eyes in his hair?

He was familiar. Where have you seen him before?

Your eyes dilate in recognition.

He was pixel perfect to the mural that Charlie showed you the other day.

“Excuse me for asking, but are you Sir Pentious?”

The snake demon, or angel, looks around before leaning in.

“Depends on who’sssss asssking,”

“Oh uh,” you think for a moment. How do you explain that you know he was a demon, without seeming like a stalker of sorts.

Clearly, this isn’t the subject to have casually in the street.

“Here, let me explain over tea and cookies, hm? My treat!” You grab the hand of Pentious gently and head to the nearest café.

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“And ssso, thisss Adam guy just sssnapped me out of existence, and now I’m here, but without my egg boisss,” Pentious explains while indulging himself with a Pain un Chocolat, eyes welling while doing so.

“Huh, I see. So Charlie’s plan does work,” you mumble to yourself. “And I apologise for my husband, by the way,”

The snake pales, his skin now ashy. “He’ssss, your husssband?” he instinctively pushes away from you in his seat.

“Yes, but don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. I just promised Charlie that I would help her with the hotel and redemption and all that…”

“Oh I sssee. Here’ss my card if you need anything more,” He produces a card and hands it to you, and you accept it graciously, despite it having a slimy residue on it.

“Great! I have to go now but it was nice meeting you,” you shake his hand and leave the café.

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“So, what’s it like having sex with the first man? What are your orgasms like?”

“Angel, don’t torment the poor girl,”

“Whaat? Just askin’” Angel groans and puts his phone on the countertop of the bar.

Apparently, Charlie has gone AWOL, along with Vaggie and Lucifer, the three people that deserve to be the first people aware of the gratifying information you are holding.

This tension is getting you antsy, but you answer your newfound bestie’s question.

“Overrated to be honest. Not meaningful in the slightest,” Your blunt answer stuns Angel and Husk for a moment.

“What’s this about orgasms?” You turn back to the entrance of the hotel.

Shit.

The one person whom you didn’t want to hear you say that, was standing in front of you, holding about 10 shopping bags, his daughter and his daughter’s partner following suit.

God, what must he think? You want to slam your head into the table, but you refrain yourself.

“Uh Dad?” Charlie taps her dad’s shoulder.

“Maybe let’s refrain from talking your way into the sex life of guests? Anyway, how are you, Y/N? I hope everything’s alright?” Charlie inadvertently snapping you out of your apparent embarrassment.

“Oh yes! Not just alright; absolutely amazing actually. I have important information to tell you so forgive me for my impromptu visit, but it clearly cannot wait,” you practically jump out of your chair, bursting with energy.

My, you haven’t felt this emotion since…

Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

“Well, I did some digging and…” you grab the crusted card from your bag.

“Well, congratulations to you, Miss Charlie Morningstar, Princess of Hell, because your dream is a reality!” You flourish the card to Charlie, and she takes it.

She blinks.

Everyone else blinks.

“Uh, what is this exactly?”

You groan. Fun police much?

“Sinners can be redeemed, I found Sir Pentious in Heaven just this morning,” you concede, impatiently tapping the card.

“Wait really? You aren’t just messing with me?” Charlie’s eyes practically shone with stars.

“Angels aren’t known for that darling.”

As soon as you say that Charlie squeals and jumps up and down, ecstatic.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyooouuuuuu!” She gushes and hugs you extremely tight, constraining your lungs, but you really don’t care.

“This is a pleasant surprise,” You pull away to have Alastor behind you, with that ever-so-familiar-yet-unpleasant grin.

When did he get here?

“Seems like out little Morningstar is becoming quite the entrepreneur,” Alastor places a hand on Charlie’s shoulder, as though they are father-daughter.

Father-daughter, where the daughter’s biological dad is directly beside them.

“Hey, hey now, get your slimy claws off of my daughter, would ya?” Lucifer asks the Radio demon, half laughing.

“Oh? The same daughter you’ve abandoned for countless years on end? The same daughter who had to build this establishment by herself, with no support. The same daughter I’ve been faithful to, in comparison to you? I’ve stuck through thick and thin with her. Hell, I probably fit the Dad position by definition,”

The room is loud with silence; you could probably hear a pin drop.

Alastor’s voice carries those words in a seemingly defensive manner, but you can tell that those words don’t hold any meaning to him.

It seems like you’re the only person to realise that, because with the slam of a door, Lucifer exits the room, leaving an aura of pure anger and jealousy behind.

“Dad!”

“Charlie, maybe you should give him a breath of fresh air-” Vaggie tries pulling her back.

“No! Vaggie, he needs someone to be there with him. God knows what he will do and what if-” Charlie is in a craze to get to the door.

“I’ll go,” you say abruptly. Without question, you go through the door.

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“Hey, it’s really hot out here, you know,” you stand at the garden door, as the king gazes out on Hell’s not-so-perfect landscape depressingly.

Silence.

“Alastor was just pulling your leg back there, he just wanted to piss you off,” you stand beside him, keeping an appropriate distance.

“I know. That’s not the problem. The problem is that-” his voice hitches.

“Go on,”

“The problem is, is the fact he’s not even wrong; I left Charlie with nothing, she had to support herself before help came along, I barely was there for her throughout all of this, until the very last moment, when she didn’t even need me anymore,” The King of Hell rambles, and fidgets with a small yellow thing in his hand. A bird of some sorts.

A duck?

“I can’t do anything right,” he continues.

Okay, you have to stop getting sidetracked by meagre things.

“Lucifer, listen. Yes, you may not have been there for her before, but you’re here now, and you are ready to help. Yes, I know it’s scary, yes I know it’s hard, but I have an inkling that Charlie would love to start having a bond with her father again. Also, you know her and how she is; she isn’t the type to shut you out. Just try to put some work into it, okay?”

That felt like more of a ramble, than advice, but it seems to suffice for the King of Hell.

“Thank you. I really know why Charlie has taken a liking to you…” he trails off, continuing to fidget with the rubber duck. He squeezes it, and it plays a short, spunky tune.

“And see? Atleast you’re doing something small for now, you should take it easy. By the way, that’s the most adorable rubber duck!” You gush at the plastic fellow, earning a smirk from Lucifer.

“Oh? Changing the subject are we?” The fallen angel teases.

Well, that was out of nowhere, but you just go with the flow.

“Yeah, and what? That’s a fuckin’ cool duck, so I apologise for acknowledging that fact,”

“Ah well, I have better. By the way, why are you talking about orgasms to that porn star- I mean Angel, back there?”

Oh yeah. That happened.

“Gee, why does everyone want to know the juicy details of my life? But really,he was just interested in my sex life, that’s all,”

“Interesting. You know I slept with 2 of Adam’s previous wives?”

“Don’t even try,” you give him a playful shove.

“Eh, worth a shot,”

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You and the blond-haired demon go back inside, giggling about some disastrous function you went to when you were younger, and how you may or may not have been the leading cause.

Thankfully, the only person in the lobby was Charlie, who jumped to hug her father the second she saw the two of you, making them both cry and profusely apologise to one another.

Yeah, maybe it’s a good time to go. Maybe quietly too this time.

You open the portal, and you are back in Heaven again, in front of the pearly gates of the place you call home.

As you open the door and turn into the living room, you nearly jump out of your skin.

“Hey,” The sound of your husband’s voice rings through your ears.

“I ate your pancakes from this morning,”

“Alright. I’ll make dinner soon, but I’m tired right now,” you pave your way to your bedroom, when Adam pulls you back.

“Where were you even?”

“Places,” you try to pull away, but the First Man doesn’t relent.

“Where? You weren’t in Heaven, were you?”

“Alright fine. I was in Hell, cleaning up the mess you and your little play soldiers made by the way,”

“Were you not there the other day? Why are you so attached to this-” Cogs turn in Adam’s head.

“You were with him, weren’t you? You fucking slut,” Adam’s hand swiftly slaps you across the face. A small cut of golden blood streaks down your face.

“What the fuck? Of course Lucifer is gonna be there, you dumbass?! Why do you think I’m gonna sleep with-” You dodge a flying porcelain jug that was headed in your general direction.

“That fucking demon, thinking he’s hot shit and- and all, just fucking whoever he wants-” The Angel starts storming around the living room, just throwing random shit about, like a kid having a tantrum, making colourful insults while doing so.

You sigh and go into the kitchen to make dinner; hopefully Adam would have blown off enough steam by then.

“Oh and- You better not go back there again, you got it?”

“…Fine,” You slam the door behind you.

Clearly, you have to be more furtive about your visits to the underworld.

For now, maybe you should cook some dinner, and a warm bath.

Your back really hurts.

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looking4userthatworks · 2 months

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Being sick

Rottmnt edition

Romantic relationship not established yet

Raph

♡ would most likely be upset hearing the news, but after some thinking, I would take it as an opportunity to hang out with you

♡ Comes over to your place with groceries for chicken soup as much as he likes hanging out with you while you sick he's determined to get you feeling better

♡ Doesn't let you get up for anything for the reason being 'that he can get it for you'

♡ Plays music to help you sleep he says he'll wake you up when the soups done </3

♡ Check up on you he's just want to make sure you are resting

♡ Very worried mother vibes ngl

Leo

◇ as soon as you let him, you were sick he portals into your room with the sick day essentials like medicine, tea ingredients, etc.

◇ teases you about it but don't get him wrong he is still very much concerned about your health but he just won't let it show

◇ if you got house chores, expect them to ether be put off due to your sickness or done by none other than Nardo himself shock 😱😱😱

◇ If you have homework, hell, TRY to ether help you get it done or see if he can do it himself more often them not he just gets Donnie to do it

◇ instead of letting you rest he likes to keep you up to talk to him if he's gonna take care of you he might as well hang out with you

◇ if you do somehow manage to fall asleep, he'll probably end up leaving you alone, only entering your room to either check up on you or let you know the tea is done just like Raph</3

Donnie

Would come over at a time that's convenient for both of you most likely

When he does come over however he wears a mask and gloves can't be too safe after all

While preparing you medicine he'd give you a lecture about the cons of getting sick and the effects it has on your health and more importantly grades etc. and how to take care of yourself because he not always gonna be there to aid you thats a lie he'll always be there he just hates seeing you sick

The one and only time he actually does your homework is because you need your rest

Will absolutely NOT let you get up so your basically bed ridden the whole time

Other little head cannon, after you're done being sick, he'll enforce a schedule for a bit just to ensure you don't get sick as much and that you learned your lesson

Mikey

☆Your one and only person chef

☆ Makes you anything you want as long as you finish your soup

☆ Puts on something to watch while he's cooking, and he doesn't want you to get bored prob Lou Jitsu

☆ Although he doesn't like seeing you sick he think you look absolutely adorable all huddled up in those blankets!

☆ Cuddle time! It doesn't matter that your sick he's supposed to be a mutant warrior ment to end human kind right? So Draxum must have ensured that they have a strong immune system!!!

☆ He is also like a housewife in a sense? He basically makes sure your plants are watered trash is thrown out and the tissue box is always refilled

☆ This man expects nothing in return except quality time with you HES SO POOKIE

Srry if this was sort or bad this is my 1st time writing hcs 4 the turtles so please have patience with me!!! criticism is very much welcome just don't be 2 mean abt it ya know?

#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt x you #donatello x reader #donnie x reader #rise leo x reader #leo x reader #mikey x reader #platonic rottmnt #rottmnt headcanons #raph x reader #rise donnie x reader

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autisticaradiamegido · 5 months

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day 320

the art for today is actually the massive quantity of koulourakia i made tonight. its the first time i've tried one of my grandma's recipes since she passed away and it was... vague to say the least! using juice glasses and bottlecaps as units of measurement and such. no bake time listed, operating on vibes alone. but I did it! and yes i know these are usually specifically easter cookies but they are tasty with tea or coffee all year round so I am making them for friendsgiving.

anyway here's grandma's recipe, edited by me for clarity lol

Recipe Makes: A buttload of cookies. Frankly you should probably half this. But if you are somebodys yiayia and you are making them for the whole fam don’t worry about it.

Ingredients & Supplies

7 eggs (6 for the dough, 1 for the egg wash)

1 cup vegetable oil (we use corn oil but any veg oil will work)

2 tsp vanilla extract

2 cups sugar

6 tsp baking powder

½ tsp salt

~6 cups flour

Sesame seeds (to preference)

1 Large mixing bowl (seriously you will need a Big Bowl if you aren’t halving the recipe)

1-3 baking sheets (depending on the size of the sheets/if you want to just reuse one and bake in multiple batches, etc)

Some open counter space to roll out your dough as you’re shaping it

Optionally a brush for your egg wash but if ya nasty like me, you can just use your fingers. You’re gonna have your hands all over these things anyway so as long as you’re washing them it’s fine.

Directions:

Preheat your oven to 350°F

Mix your wet ingredients together, then cream mixture together with the sugar, salt, and baking powder

Add your ~6 cups of flour gradually until you get a thick dough. The key is that you should be able to shape the dough with your hands and not have it stick to your fingers.

Sprinkle some flour on your staging area (wherever you’re gonna be rolling out your dough) and roll your dough out into small snakes. For the twist shapes, mine tend to end up about 10” long? But its just the sort of thing you’ll have to get a feel for. You can do as many twists in it as you want, go nuts! Or do other shapes! I’m an artist not a cop.

Once you have a full tray, beat your last egg in its own bowl, and coat the top of each cookie with a thin layer of the egg. This is the glue for your sesame seeds!

Sprinkle sesame seeds on your egg-coated cookies, as much or as little as you like. I’m a heavy sesame seed kinda guy myself. I just think it makes them look better.

Pop a tray onto the center rack of your oven for 15-20min, until the cookies are a light golden brown. Measure this with your heart.

Optional: Dunk those bad boys in your favorite Hot Drink. Get some tea or coffee or something. Actually I know I said this step was optional but I lied, you gotta do it.

anyway if u end up using the recipe let me know! send pics or something!

#day 320 #year 4 #it me #sorta. my hands there.#not art #i mean kinda art! but not like a drawing #i. severely underestimated the amount of cookies i was gonna have to twist up here.#it took longer than i thought. thus no drawing time #BUT LOOK i made things! i created! thats like kinda the point right #idk ive posted like. friendship bracelets and embroidery and cosplay and shit here i think An Interpretation Of A Family Recipe is fine

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connorqtie · 10 months

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Tiny harbor request? Maybe reader is spending some time with Gekko’s buddies (cooking, napping, etc) and he gets a smidge jealous?

Little Critters!

feat. harbor, gn!reader, and a bit of gekko himself!

no warnings, no specific body type nor race

ty for the req, anon! happy reading ^_^

“Oi, [Name], You wanna take care of these lil guys for a bit?” Gekko offers to you. He’ll be busy doing some personal things for a while and he wants to lend you the responsibility of taking care of them while he’s away. The offer is way too good to deny so, why the hell not?

“Sure man! But uhm, how long will you be busy?” You ask back, just wanting to make sure how much time you have with them and such.

“Hm.. Just for a few hours, roughly three to five. You still up for it?” He asks, just to be certain.

“Mhm. I’ll take care of these critters well!” You and Wingman share a highfive.

“Alright, they’re all yours, See ya!”

And just like that, You have the critters all to yourself for those sweet sweet three to five hours. It's fun being with them, even when doing the most mundane things like taking out some trash, sorting out some things in the Radiant Entertainment System, and playing around with some new tech.

To kill some time, you decided to cook some food for yourself. You take the critters along with you as you make your way to the kitchen. You see Wingman helping you get some of the ingredients, and you reward him with a nice head rub. Right when you were about to place some of the ingredients into a bowl, you feel someone hug you from behind. Their large figure, strong arms, and ancient relic tell you all you need as you giggle from the strong hold.

"Hey Varun. Missed me already?" You tease as you nuzzle your head back into his chest. You hear a low chuckle from the man behind you.

"I missed your attention, mere pyaar." You could hear the smile in Harbor's voice as he responds back, resting his hands on your waist.

"Sorry, was too busy with.. crittersitting duties. I'll make up for it, I promise. Now, let me keep cooking.” You laugh softly as you continue making your food.

"You continue, I won't stop you.." Harbor kisses the back of your neck as he holds you a bit tighter, but not tight enough to restrict your movement.

The kisses send warm shivers down your spine, causing you to giggle at his antics. "You're quite clingy.. were you jealous of these little guys because they had most of my attention for the past 3 hours?"

Harbor stops for a bit before chuckling once more. "Well if you put it that way, yes I was. But at least I have your attention now~" He said before kissing the top of your head.

You chuckle back, amused by him. "Well, the little guys would love your presence now, right guys?" You look back at the critters as they nod in response, making the both of you smile at the cute display.

“Wouldn't hurt to stick around then. Now, let me help you with the cooking." Harbor pulls away from you to help out, and it seems that Wingman is also lending a hand.

After a while of "crittersitting", Gekko comes back to base and goes to find you. He was going to check your room to see if you were there but then he sees you, Harbor, and his buddies napping on a couch, peacefully asleep.

#valorant harbor #harbor x reader #harbor valorant #valorant x reader #varun batra x reader #varun batra #valorant harbor x reader

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constantlymisspelled · 8 months

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Feemor

For those people on my fic who literally screamed when they saw him in the character notes, here is all you need to know about him.

[Above image is of an ambiguously blonde masculine appearing Jedi by the name Feemor, in brown and beige robes. There is a hand upon his shoulder - Qui Gon's - and he is his Master's first apprentice.]

So this is Feemor, right? As he is in the Comics.

But we don't really get much about Feemor, or what he's like, so outside of the most loose definition of what he sort of, kind of, looks like, I was allowed to run absolutely buck wild.

Possibly not a good thing.

But when I stood above my cauldron, creating the man that would be Feemor, Qui Gon Jinn's repudiated apprentice, I brought forth some essential ingredients.

1. A little bit of Steve the Babysitter

Anyone who's anyone knows Steve Harrington by now. And the distinct lack of Steve Harrington Coded Characters just upsets me. Plus, pretty much every fix-it fic in the business states that he'd find Qui Gon's mental state not a good enough reason to traumatize Baby-Wan. Alas, the reality that could have- Oh wait, I'm a fic writer!!!

Reality is what I wish it.

2. A teensy bit of Tiny Timmers

If you ever want comedic value for a Jedi Knight - one that is tired and exhausted and tortured by their own intelligence - than the Tim Drake Archetype is for you! The frequently forgotten member of the Bat Lineage, he is a perfect fit of character traits for Feemor the grudgingly helpful, but done with it all Knight that downs Caf fast enough on the regular to make Commander Fox seem perfectly adjusted.

3. Some, Uh, Hey there Demons, it's me, ya boy.

Come on, is that not the funniest idea for a Jedi you've ever heard? Looks at a haunted Sith Holocron and says; "Huh, must be a breeze." A healthy dose of paranoid sceptic who knows more about the paranormal than he ever wanted to know? Perfection.

(Oh, and he absolutely did take that Comedy Class with Nej. It... the less spoken about watching Master Windu's theatre productions the better...)

And so, I turned the pot, right, had a good taste, but something was missing. Low and behold, upon the disgraceful vaults of TikTok, there is a user called DannyPhantom.exe, whose vibes are so cryptid as to make all these concepts work as one.

And so there he is, at the very end, Feemor as he is in Lost Property Box - A headache to the Librarians, The stick in the mud of his Creche-mates, and quite possibly the only Lineage Member Komari Vosa doesn't want to punt off the Hangar walls.

[I'll add some pictures of him sometime, but I think its imperative you know who I based this particular characterisation off of. So that you can all giggle uncontrollably along beside me as I write it.]

[Additionally, I am giving him the most bogan haircut. If you're gonna be blond, may as well go full hog undercut mullet, you coward. Mando's (for some reason) love that shit. The worse the haircut, the better.]

#fanon feemor #feemor #star wars fanon #star wars fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #lostpropertybox #lpb #star wars

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readingadream · 1 month

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BE THE LIGHT

Chapter Two

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MINGI POV

The first night having a new member in our group has always been the most exhausting. I wasn’t sure why Hongjoong picked the boy though. Wooyoung looked too kind, just like Yeosang and Jongho, though Johnho was also the youngest in our small group. Laying in my bed I just enjoyed the quietness besides the birds chirping outside. Today would be explaining to Wooyoung exactly what it was that they did, seeing if he could fight, and as well as getting his stuff from his place.

Of course he didn’t need to live with them forever, they all had their homes as well but Hongjoong liked them staying close most days. Especially when we’d need to train the boys, figure out plans, as well as less risk of anyone getting found and hurt. Safety was Hongjoongs main priority. Turning to look at my phone I hear rustling downstairs where the kitchen was, someone was awake very early, it was only 6am. Pushing myself up I walked to the window that faced the living area, it seemed like Wooyoung wasn’t able to sleep.

Walking down the stairs I pat his shoulder. “Don’t be afraid to grab something you want, we all share the food. Things we want for ourselves we tend to keep in our rooms. San likes to steal our snacks so it became a habit for us all.” Letting out a small chuckle as I grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge. “We all usually sleep until 10am, sometimes earlier or even later. That all depends on our schedule to be honest. Hell Joong has made us be awake at 4am. We all had wanted to kill that little pain in the ass that morning.”

Wooyoung let out a small giggle, taking a bottle of water as well. He seemed unsure what to grab, though he turned to face me. “I could cook us breakfast? I am used to cooking large amounts of food since I worked as a chef for a restaurant.”

“Honestly mother Seonghwa might be thankful if you did, he doesn’t mind cooking for just a few of us but 8 mouths to feed is too much for him.”

Watching the new member bring out eggs, milk, and searching around grabbing other ingredients I was surprised how easily this boy was adapting. A question I wanted to ask but knew it probably would be best to wait for the others. “Why did you agree? I’m sure our tiny captain didn’t explain what we do. Especially because Hwa mentioned you had agreed so easily.” Running my hand through my hair I sat down at the bar table. “We don’t do anything super illegal I promise, Joong and I will explain to you more later though during our group meeting.”

”Honestly, I said yes because I thought maybe it would be a nice change.” Wooyoung started out, “I’ve been stuck in the same routine over and over , and I really was starting to hate it. Something needed to change, something new needed to happen ya know?” Cracking 5 eggs into a bowl and then pancake mix.

Mingi understood that, it was the same reason Yeosang and Seonghwa joined.

“I get that, some of the others joined for the same reason, I joined first after Joong got the wild idea and Yunho a day later. Yunho is probably the one member who truly believes in the goal… following all orders but also being possibly the most deadliest besides Hwa, god damn watching those two train is hot. Ah, also Hwa and Hongjooong are dating. I’m sure they will mention it but I just didn’t want you to be confused if you saw them giving each other a kiss when they came down.” I felt like I was talking way too much, I hadn’t planned to but from past experience talking with less people was a lot easier then everyone being circled around members interrupting someone left and right.

Everyone usually was calm and could keep their cool when things were too chaotic but I usually get way too overwhelmed, which is funny since I’m the second in command and then Seonghwa was third.

“Fighting? I’m no good at that to be honest.” Wooyoung made a face at the thought of even trying to harm someone. “Though, I'm good with gossip and getting information. I probably won't be much help huh?”

“Getting information is always needed, all our faces are known by the people we are dealing with… so you'd be helpful.” I was going to continue talking when I felt a warm hand on the back of my neck rubbing it.

“Morning you both, Woo I see you've adjusted to the kitchen rather quickly. Which for me is a damn blessing.” Hwa spoke as he walked to the coffee machine and started brewing a pot for the boys. “Coffee is a must, we tend to drink a lot of it.”

We did, to be honest all of us probably drank coffee more than water. Which yes we all were well aware of the fact it wasn’t healthy. Coffee was our favorite drug. Dealing with 7 un-caffeinated was like dealing with hungry wolf's needing to feed as soon as possible.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Usually though I don’t wake up this early on my own, but I felt a lot of different emotions once I laid down. I think maybe 3 hours of sleep was all I got? I honestly have no clue.” Watching Wooyoung start finally cooking the pancakes I realized how hungry I was, my stomach growling which had caused Seonghwa to turn his head.

“Looks like our fake maknae is hungry.” Bringing me over a cup of coffee.

We 3 spoke for a while, Woo kept his focus to the food cooking as well as asking questions like how much we all could eat, who was the oldest, and just simple small questions that were okay to answer without the others.

Probably an hour later everyone was awake, grabbing plates of food and their coffee, all thanking Wooyoung for cooking even though it had been his first morning with us. Hongjoong was the most surprised, mentioning that Woo had seemed like he’d been with ‘em for more than a day already.

Wooyoung finally sat down next to me and San, looking at our captain he just shrugged taking a bite of the soft sweet pancake. “To be honest I adapt easily, also easily make friends. My best friend Changbin loved dragging me out to parties for that reason, I could be the life of the party, hype people up, and even make it so things were less awkward.” Changbin? I looked over at Hongjoong, I knew that he wasn’t going to be that happy about the newbie knowing one of our enemies.

Clearing his throat Joong looked over at him, “How did you meet Changbin?” Asking this wouldn’t be weird at least since Wooyoung had mentioned him first, plus Joong was acting like he only cared about the boy's friend.

“Ah, I met Binnie in school! He was a basic nerd I swear. I was the pretty face and he was my nerdy best friend. We did everything together and even lived with each other for 2 years. Now he’s handsome and loud, but even now I’d risk it all for him. As long as my best friend is happy and safe that is all that’s important to me.”

”You sound like you are in love with him.” San finally spoke for the first time today, and to be completely honest he wasn’t wrong, it did sound like Wooyoung was in love. Friends since childhood or not.

Shaking his head, Wooyoung set his fork down. “No, but I see him as my brother. Binnie had a hard past just like I did, so when we met we both took care of each other. One day last year he had come home covered in blood, never explaining what had happened that night but it made me realize that I would be alone if I lost Changbin. He’s my family, sure we aren’t always hanging out now but I still make sure we meet 3 times a month.”

A year ago? That was when we’d met the group that was known as Stray kids, they wanted the same thing like us so to anyone who didn’t know the story behind everything would think that both groups hated each other to the point there was no hesitation to try and kill one another. Though, I knew deep down one day if we really wanted anything to work we'd need their help.

Watching Hongjoong give a fake smile was terrifying. Probably the only members who didn’t know the full story besides Wooyoung were San and Jongho, so they, of course didn't understand why we were all surprised. Half of us expected the leader to lose his shit and tell Wooyoung he’d never be able to talk or see Changbin again. “That’s nice to have someone like that in your life. Woo, but now you also have us. I promise we will be there whenever you need us. Ateez is a family who never ever leaves someone behind. No matter what happens.”

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athena-swords · 1 year

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KNOWLEDGEABLE STUFF

disclaimer: maybe you dont wanna read if you dont have the time to read it.

RANDOM facts and info about vedic astrology,tarot,western too ig, occult , energy work , witch craft and plamistry

okay so ever thought how people during vedic time used to know about the astronomy?? like its my biggest question

manyyy people in here ignore the number of similarity of Aries and Pisces people its more you know internal thing like the care and love and kind of mental level working is same. my aries and pisces people do share it.

where ever is mars in your house you could see that you keep that house ruled body part stimulated or want stimulation there even in fall

so if you wanna improve your planet effect then most simple way is to eat the food ingredient it rules very effective and simple

okay so was studying why taurus sign is so much connected to food and ya got the answer but for that you gotta know a lil bit of vedic astrology

the moon is janam nakhshatra that is birth and its natural house in second house which is taurus so the reason why many of them are great with stuffs related to food as second house also talks about food.

its less talked about but fire sign people will be able to connect 2 and 2 quickely

there essence is to consume be it knowledge,energy, fortune,wealth but there is always a catch the law of nature is gonna play

remember people when you consume something its all depends on your investment or amount of efforts.

ahm so for all the tarot readers out there there is a simple question I have do you all get messages or visuals when you think about any one’s question even after being done with their reading long time ago.

the colour most prominent in the whole spread can help you know alot.

its more of my thing but before doing any reading for someone just greet the divine self in them it will help you familiarize with the energy and ease the reading

the person receiving the reading well I wanna specify that all the readers read the cards sometimes its more the channeling and less the cards and vice versa so dont get confuse yaa

and to not ask those question which you very much know you can change like how will your exam go,will you be able to go or not believe me if the reading is not as you expected you will got even try reeaching there and will be stuck .this stuffs can easliy change with little bit of your belief and on working towards it.

your decks too love care and a bit of attention so dont forget to praise and nurture them.

when making your own cards you should think of it as your canvas like dont make it on from some rulebook

there is literally nothing a pinch of salt cant fix be it your food or people energy.

keep your loved ones photo frame on south west direction brings lotsss of happiness and peace at home

people who feel closed to moon in any form or are Mahadev bhakt should try doing a small ritual during full moon be it affirmations candle magic or healing bath.

when you feel that you are feeling really lonely and down take three people name who you are grateful for having including you and why just one reason is also enough

cloves are really a magic ingredient if you have some financial issue going on take some salt some ONLY in a small container keep 3 cloves in it and keep it in a place where no one usually goes in your house and tada things will get better.

I know some more but it can be misused so for now this much is enough

So have been learning palmistry from a long time and I am quite confident so would try to do some for sure and some more stuffs that would need part 2 ig.

Take everyone grow and live your

har har mahadev

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cosmerelists · 11 months

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If Cosmere characters played Terraria...

Previously, Stormlight characters played Stardew Valley. Now, let’s say the Cosmere characters all had access to the computer game Terraria. What would that be like?

1. Adolin: Very excited by all of the swords

Shallan: Adolin, love, you don’t have to carry around ALL of your new swords.

Adolin: I can’t leave any behind!!

2. Wayne: Very excited by all of the hats

Wax: Why are you fighting with the sparkle wand?? You HAVE the ice sword!

Wayne: Don’t ya see the wizard hat I’m wearing??

3. Steris: Takes care of chest organization & base building while Wax fights

Steris: And THIS chest is filled with all ingredients needed to make buff potions that lend bonuses to combat skills, whereas this chest contains ingredients that make buff potions related to defense or speed.

Steris: The appropriate crafting stations are right above as well.

Wax: T-That’s amazing!

4. Renarin: Keeps throwing himself into fights totally unprepared

Adolin: W-wait! Did you buff at all?

Renarin: (using a wooden bow against the Eye) Come again?

5. Sebarial: Spends all his money getting the best gear

Sabarial: Well, it took 50 platinum, but all of my gear is now “Warding.”

Palona: While you were doing that, I beat Skeletron.

Sabarian: Heeey, my strategy worked!

6. Szeth: Speedruns

Szeth: What is speedrunning?

Szeth: I simply killed all of the bosses immediately and in order.

7. Raoden: Builds ideal houses for all of the NPCs in their preferred biomes

Raoden: All the walls are bright colors! Everything is clean!

Raoden: And I dyed all my clothes orange immediately, of course.

8. Vivenna: Builds simple but effective homes for all NPCs

Vivenna: I also put all of the paintings away into boxes, where the colors won’t scare them.

Siri: Vivenna...

9. Denth: Puts all the NPCs in NPC prisons.

Denth: You know what I hate most about being a mercenary?

Denth: If you build tiny, prisonlike homes for all of your Villagers, people think your gameplay reflects your character.

Denth: Instead of it just being the simplest and most effective way of housing them all!

Tonk Fah: Hey, is it time to drop the Guide in lava yet?

Denth: Don’t mind him.

10. Kaladin: Protects the NPCs

Moash: Kaladin, please. They literally just respawn with new names if they die.

Kaladin: EDWIN, NO! STAY INSIDE--IT’S A BLOOD MOON!!

11. Vin: Gets a grappling hook as soon as she feasibly can

Vin: [soaring through the caverns]

Elend: (dying from fall damage for the 19th time): How do you do that so well???

12. Eshonai: Plays on the hardest difficulty

Eshonai: It’s the only way to experience everything the game has to offer.

Eshonai: I also play on the largest world!

Venli: The biomes literally just repeat.

Eshonai: So many new caves to explore!

13. Lift: Plays on the easiest difficulty

Lift: Because I’m just a little kid!

Wyndle: Y-You just SHREDDED the Destroyer!

14. Dalinar: Becomes deeply invested in the lore.

Dalinar: “You feel an evil presence watching you.”

Dalinar: ...

Dalinar: But what do those words mean?

15. Kelsier: Uses glitches

Kelsier: And by spawning a thousand ducks from this duck statue, I ensure that only the head of the Destroyer spawns! No probes at all!

Vin: Wow, how did you learn that?

Kelsier: There’s always another secret.

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sensitivebish26 · 2 years

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Yandere! Chef Saltbaker x reader

A/N: here’s part 3!! Parts 1 & 2 here—>

Enjoy~

Spoilers:

This is an AU where Saltbaker DOES WIN!

Mature (18+) soon

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Recap:

"Thank you for letting me help bake chef Saltbaker, it was fun!"

"Please, just Saltbaker. Or even Salty for short~" The chef cooed at you. You blushed slightly as you gave a light giggle.

"R-right. See you tomorrow, Salty!" You started heading to the docks, already excited for the next day with the chef.

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A little over a week has passed since you first visited the bakery in Inkwell Isle 4. You had already created the habit of eagerly leaving your house in the morning and heading over to the island to see your newest friend, Chef Saltbaker. Though as much as you enjoyed the time you spent with your new dear friend, you were still ultimately worried about your other friends: Cuphead, Mugman, and Ms. Chalice. You were still waiting for their safe arrival back at the bakery.

One thing you truly did enjoy about Saltbaker over the cups, though, was his maturity, gentleness, and kindness. He was always so kind and fun to be around! He always spoke with such confidence that you also adored. Not to mention, he helped you grow an even bigger love and appreciation for baking! You definitely developed a crush on him already, as well. You tried to brush it off, you only knew him for a little over a week. There's no way that it could turn to anything serious so suddenly. What wasn't helping that, however, was the fact that Saltbaker himself was pretty flirty. At first it seemed playful enough, but yesterday he seemed a bit... different. He didn't seem like his usual, jolly self you have grown to like. His gaze looked more sinister than playful every time he flirted. His pupils flashed from how they normally looked, to now yellow ones with rings around them. You just tried to shrug this off, maybe he was just turning up the heat between you two? ((Ya see what I did there? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )) You didn't see much of a problem in that. After all, you loved it when he was flirty with you.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you finally arrived at the docks. You were so happy to see Mugman and Chalice, who was in physical form, standing not too far away.

"Hey, guys! Long time no see," you semi-joked as you headed their way, "how was your guy's adventure? And where is Cuphead?"

"Hey, (y/n)! The adventure was great! Cuphead said that he was going to meet us here before we delivered this last ingredient to Chef Saltbaker, but I haven't seen him around at all." Mugman responded. You all took a glance around before Chalice spoke up.

"Maybe he's already at the bakery with Saltbaker! C'mon, let's not keep them waiting!" You all hurried your way to the local bakery with excitement. As you headed inside, the bakery was eerily quiet. Over by the display of sweets was an opened hatch that led to a basement. You suddenly felt that off feeling again, thought this time it was stronger than before. Mugs and Chalice had to basically drag you down the creepy, spiral staircase with them. As you all reached the bottom, you heard maniacal laughter.

"Saltbaker..." Mugman hissed in a low tone, before looking back to you, "(y/n), stay here where it's safe. Chalice and I will handle him." You nodded as you watched the two cups make their way towards the crazed laughter. You kept your eye out for Cuphead, hoping he was safe if around here somewhere. When Mugman and Chalice reached Saltbaker, he stabbed a knife into the cutting board in front of them.

"Welcome back, you meddlesome, bratty cups! While you were out doing my bidding, I took the opportunity to snatch your little friend here. As much as I need those ingredients you got for me, I forgot to mention the most important ingredient of all for my Wondertart... a living soul! Once the recipe is completed, the astral plane will be mine to control!!" The maniac of a chef spewed as he moved over and revealed Cuphead trapped in a jar. The poor, scared cup brother was pleading for help while banging on the jar.

"Mugman! Chalice! Ya gotta help me!"

"Shut it!! Now, I'll be taking that last ingredient, thank you." Saltbaker said as he easily snatched the last ingredient from Mugman's grasp. The two free cups readied themselves for a fight as Saltbaker went to work on the ingredients, murdering each of them in a cold and brutal manner for his personal gain. He soon slapped his hands on the table and took a glowing, red mushroom from off the side somewhere, opened the top of his salt cap and dropped it in. His eyes went from the chaotic yellow rings to just pure red as he started growing twice his size! He clasped his hands together and snatched Mugs and Chalice up in his palm as they kept trying to fight him. While the fight was raging on, you quietly and quickly snuck your way to Cuphead.

"(Y/n)! I would say I'm glad to see you and to get me outta here, but you shouldn't even be here! You're gonna get hurt!" Cuphead scolded you in fear for your safety. You shot him a glance before trying to break the cup out of the jar prisonment.

"I'm not leaving you guys behind! I have to do something to help my friends!" You kept trying to find a way to open the jar up or even break the glass, but to no avail. As you took a second to regain your composure, you looked up at Cuphead and saw his eyes widen.

"(Y/N)!!" Before you had the chance to react, you felt a large hand wrap around your figure.

"Well, well... what do we have here?~"

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Thank you for reading <3

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februaryflowers · 2 years

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strawberry shortcake

your neighbor is cute; he has good intentions when he tries, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s probably the worst baker in existence. luckily for him, you’re right down the hall and just so happen to be a professional. and the cherry on top? you’re super sweet

warnings: kissing and well there are mentions of smoke/fire bc chan is bad at baking

fluff, 3473 words, neighbor!chan x baker!reader

a/n: requested by @leech4ns !! hehe i hope you like it sol and i luv you :] (thank you @sukisdeliveryservice for betareading for me :3)

It smells like smoke. You’re honestly a little concerned.

You get up from the desk, carefully moving towards the front door to your apartment. It’s cool to the touch, especially against your clammy hands, grounding you to the moment and away from the worries in your head. Pushing slightly now that you know it’s safe, you move the handle down to reveal a clear hallway.

The right side of the building looks empty, nothing amiss with the air. However, turning to the left lets a sharp odor into your nose, so you walk down a few steps until you find the culprit.

Biting your lip, you knock on the door.

It takes a moment for the inhabitant to answer, but he emerges from a cloud of smoke, fanning his hand in front of his face as he lets out strained coughs.

“Uh, hi…” you say, rocking back and forth on your feet. “I was wondering if everything was okay. I smelled smoke from my place so…”

“Oh!” He swats his hand in front of his face once more before he meets your eyes, and you swear you see a deeper blush start to rise on his face. “Um, no, everything’s fine,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “I got it all under control.”

Raising an eyebrow at him, you purse your lips. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yeah, sorry for bothering you,” he sighs.

With the smoke finally gone, you can clearly see his face. His brown hair is tousled and covering his forehead, but his eyes are what draw you to him. He has the warmest, deepest eyes, like a sweet chocolate chip.

“I was just trying to make some cupcakes for my nephew’s year end party at school. I’m sorry if I bothered you.”

You smile. Cute and good with kids? God, you’ll be a goner by tomorrow morning. “No worries; you didn’t! That’s very sweet of you.”

He chuckles, his sound quivering the longer he lets it go on. “He just went home an hour or so ago. Maybe next time he’s over you can meet him.”

“It seems you have your hands full with just the cupcakes,” you quip, stifling giggles at your imagination, which has gone wild with images of your neighbor trying to wrangle his nephew while ingredients are strewn about the counters. “But really, just let me know if you need help; I’m actually a baker, ya know.”

His eyes widen. “Really!?”

With a scratch of your neck, you nod your head. “Mmhm. That bakery on the corner of Seventeenth and Park is mine.”

“Oh my god!” he gasps, a hand flying to his mouth. “You’re y/n!? Those pastries are delicious!”

His surprise makes a bashful laugh rise from your throat. “Yeah, that’s me. I’m glad you like them!”

“They’re so good,” he hums, already daydreaming about the buttery dough with just the right amount of sweet mixed in. “But I’m Chan,” he says, shaking himself from his reverie.

“Anyway, yeah, I’m in apartment 218 if you ever need any baking help,” you say, a smile tugging your lips.

“Actually…could you help me now?”

You nod as you step inside and, frankly, his apartment is a mess. There are kids' toys scattered around the living room from his nephew, and ingredients and supplies are all over his kitchen counters. But worst of all are the burnt cupcakes

They are literally crispy when you bend down and touch them. Frankly, being this close to something so atrocious makes you wince. No offense to Chan, but you made better sweet treats when you were in elementary school.

Sighing, you stand and briskly open the kitchen window. “Well, how about we start over?”

“Please, let’s,” Chan sighs.

You start by throwing out what Chan has already. You offer an apologetic smile, but this is simply unsalvageable. However, he completely understands, and gets to work scrubbing the bowls and the pans so you can really start.

By heart, you follow a cupcake recipe from your bakery, giving Chan a few instructions every now and then as he tries to help.

There’s a boyish charm to the way he talks, a genuine naivety that he has retained despite his years. He views the world with warmth and positivity. Despite the challenges he talks about at work, he still sees good in everyone.

Nearly two hours after you arrived, you have a nice, fresh batch of red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting, topped with heart shaped sprinkles all baked, decorated, and ready to go for the celebration tomorrow.

Plopping down on his sofa, you let your eyes close. “Mm, that was nice,” you murmur.

“What?” Chan asks, sitting down behind you.

“I forgot how nice it was to bake for fun,” you chuckle. “I mean, sure, I enjoy it. I wouldn’t have started a bakery if I didn’t.” You pause, thinking carefully. “But sometimes when you do hobbies for work, the enjoyment and the stress get tangled up, you know?”

He nods slowly, solemnly. “Yeah…”

“Anyway,” you say, shaking off the seriousness of the conversation as you stand, “I don’t wanna overstay my welcome.” At the door, you turn to face him. “Really, Chan, if you ever need any baking help, you are more than welcome to knock on my door.”

“Thank you.” He practically sighs from relief.

“It’s no problem, really.” You look up from the ground to meet his eyes. “Maybe I should thank you too,” you add quietly.

He bursts into bright, sunshine laughter. “No way! I owe you one.”

“Good night, Chan.”

He nods, and you turn back to head home, ducking your head to hide the smile that quickly overtakes your features. You didn’t realize how late it’d gotten, but time just seemed to fly with Chan, even if you just met.

Your mind goes back to the conversations you two had while you were baking, his joyful presence, his sweetness that is definitely better than sugar. You are definitely a goner for him.

An otherwise peaceful Saturday is interrupted by a knock on your door. Sighing, you drag yourself off the couch, your legs feeling like lead with each step.

On the other side of the door is none other than Chan, which causes you to gasp. Suddenly, there’s a lightness to your body, a fluttering in your chest.

“Oh, hi!” you exclaim. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Sorry to drop in,” he stutters, reluctant to meet your eyes, which are trained on your floors. “Do you have some flour I could borrow?”

“Of course. What kind?” you ask, pulling the door wider to let him in.

He blinks for a moment, letting his eyes wander your pristine apartment. Cute baubles are littered around the surfaces and the shelves on the walls, but it very much reflects you. His lips begin to curl. Oh my god, aren’t you—

“Earth to Chan?” you say, waving your hand in front of his face and snapping him from his reverie. “What kind of flour? I have all purpose, wheat, almond—”

“Of course you do,” he chuckles warmly, bringing even more butterflies to your stomach. “I forgot you baked.”

“I would hope I’d have everything I need at home,” you snicker. “Besides, sometimes I like to experiment.”

“Um, just all purpose is fine,” he mumbles, suddenly overtaken by shyness at his forgetfulness.

You nod, going into the kitchen and pouring a cup full of flour for him.

As you hand it to him, he quietly opens his mouth before shutting it again, trying to find words. Finally, he sighs and lets out the words: “Would you like to come over?”

“Oh?”

“In case I need supervision!” he sputters before slouching and bringing a finger to his chin. “I’m tryna make banana bread, and judging by what happened last time…”

“Oh, sure! I’ll come in a sec.”

He heads back to his apartment as you put your book away and exhale contentedly. Spending time with someone else wasn’t in your weekend plans, but it’d be nice to talk to the friendly, heart-pounding neighbor again, you think.

This time, his place is much cleaner. The toys are all put away in the toy box and his counters aren’t splattered in batter and frosting. Sitting down at the bar, you prop your head up on your palm as you watch him.

He has a white apron on, proudly displaying the “Kiss the Cook” motto on the front as he folds the banana bread batter. Honestly, you have to bite down on your tongue to stop yourself from snickering.

“You know,” you start, “I’ve thought about making banana bread for the bakery.”

“Oh really?”

“Mmhm, but I’m better off focusing on other baked goods.”

He hums thoughtfully. “I get that. But if you really wanna have it, you could try to find another baker who’s better at bread. It doesn’t mean you’re any less of a good one yourself.”

“Maybe in the future,” you chuckle. “I think I need more space before I do that, but I quite like the quaint little place I have now.”

Pausing as he mixes the batter, he blinks as he thinks. He doesn’t think he’s thought about enjoying the moments now and the memories of the past. It’s always been about the future, planning for what’s coming. Maybe he’s been too caught up in the future to remember the sweetnesses of the past. Even if some things are hard now, he will look back to this day in the future, simply happy to be here with you.

“Hm?” you say, stepping into the kitchen and examining his dough. “What’s up?”

In all honesty, the batter isn’t that bad. It’s the right consistency and well mixed, which honestly surprises you the most.

“That looks pretty good,” you say, your breath hitting his skin and causing goosebumps to raise on the spot.

He shudders at the warmth of your body before taking a deep breath, disguising it as stepping away to pour the batter into the loaf pan.

“I’m glad it’s acceptable, at least,” he manages to exhale out.

“Well, we’ll see how it tastes later,” you tease.

Chan’s banana bread is all that’s on your mind as you stand at the counter, manning the cash register. In all honesty, it was actually quite good, a warm, dense and moist mixture of sweetness and softness. Maybe you’re being a little more lenient than usual because it’s him, but you like to think you maintain the utmost professionalism when it comes to judging baked goods.

Perhaps you should stop by tonight and leave him a little gift of croissants or cookies…

It would be quite nice to see him again.

Your eyes are trained on the ceiling as you think about the cute neighbor, your cheeks pushing higher in a bright smile the longer you daydream. However, it’s this spacing out that causes you to miss the next customer.

He clears his throat and you feel yourself ready to start spewing apologies for making him wait when your eyes fall upon his face.

“Chan!?”

He nods, scratching the back of his neck and bouncing on his toes.

“I’m starting to think you showing up for help with baked goods isn’t a coincidence,” you laugh.

The corners of his mouth perk up at your words. “Well it’s my friend’s daughter’s birthday tomorrow and we’re having a little celebration,” he starts before bending down to look at the display. “Any recommendations?”

You let out a hum, thinking carefully. “I personally would go for the strawberry shortcake, especially since it’s summer. Nice and fresh. And usually both the kids and the parents will go for it. It’s sweet, but not overbearingly so. The lemon buttercream really cuts through the—oh I’m rambling,” you chuckle. “I don’t mean to bore you.”

His eyes widen. “No, no, no! It’s not like that at all!”

Scratching the back of your head, you can’t control the way your lips curl even more at his words. “So, what’ll it be?”

He looks at the strawberry shortcake you suggested and points at it. “That one, please.”

“Excellent choice,” you giggle, taking it out of the display and putting it out on the counter. “Do you want me to write anything?”

He lets out a low note of thought, bringing his index finger to his chin. “Her name is Clair, no ‘E’.”

Nodding, you turn around and grab a bag of red icing to match the brightness of the strawberries adorning the top of the cake.

“You know,” Chan starts as you begin writing “Happy Birthday Clair” on the top of the cake, “they met while listening to a street performer play Clair de Lune one night.” He pauses before he can’t help the chuckle that rises to his throat and makes your lips quirk.

He sounds beautiful. Happiness sounds good on him, the brightness building on an already exquisite character.

“Every big event in their lives—anniversaries, birthdays, the proposal, the wedding—they played it.”

Listening to his rambles brings a lightness to your heart and your chest.

“They’re a little cheesy,” he says, but his tone tells you that he doesn’t mean it with malice. There’s an affectionate teasing in his voice. You’d like to think he isn’t capable of such hostility, but deep down, you know he isn’t.

You giggle as you put the cake in a box, now finished with the icing. “I dunno, it’s kind of cute, you know?”

He glances down at his shoes, his eyes filling with sparkles and his cheeks turning pink. “Yeah, it is,” he admits.

Ringing him up, you find your fingers almost have a mind of their own as they slowly unfold the paper bag and pack up the cake box before you finally push it closer to him on the counter between you. They itch to maybe, just maybe, reach for his own fingers and squeeze them in your hand, to maybe bring your palm to his.

You open your mouth, prepared to thank him and maybe, hopefully, see him around, but instead “Why don’t you invite me?” falls from your plush lips instead.

He blinks back at you, his cheeks blooming even redder than the juiciest strawberries in June. The longer he stares, the more you want to just duck under the counter and cover your face in flour. But finally, his brain begins to process and understand your words.

“It’s a date!” he exclaims. “I mean, you know, like it’s okay, but if you want it to be a date date that’s okay too!”

You nod, a little too excitedly, before he lets out a small wave and scurries out. It’s safe to say you duck under the counter and squeal.

The birthday party is in a quiet neighborhood filled with greenery, especially during the summer. Finding the house number, you make your way to the back gate, just as Chan had texted you about before letting yourself in.

Several other adults are mingling, clearly already very familiar with each other as a few children chase each other around the grassy yard. You think you even spot a little boy resembling a certain Lee Chan in the bunch, rocking himself on a swing.

“Oh,” a tall man with glasses says as he notices you and comes over. “You must be y/n, right?”

“Yeah…you are? Oh my god, sorry! I don’t mean to be rude—”

He simply laughs. “I’m Wonwoo. Chan told me you’d be coming.”

“Oh!”

“He was quite excited about it too.”

“Really!?” you exclaim, your voice cracking as you speak and causing you to duck your head.

Wonwoo nods, his smile growing as he remembers their conversation and Chan’s fondness for you. “I don’t think I’ve seen him that giddy about something since the grand opening of his dance studio,” he ponders until a little girl with pigtails comes running towards him.

He picks her up with delicateness and with the way she melts into his arms, you can guess that she’s his daughter.

“Say hi to y/n, Clair,” he says, taking her hand and bouncing it in your direction.

“Hello,” she murmurs before burying her head in her father’s chest.

“Hey, there’s no need to be shy,” he says, kissing her head. “Something tells me we’re gonna be seeing a lot more of y/n in the future.”

You let the chuckles out from your throat. “O-oh, there’s no need!” Suddenly remembering yourself and your manners, you hold the bag in your hands out to him. “Happy birthday to Clair. Sorry, I wasn’t sure what she’d like so I just got something for you…”

He shakes his head. “No need, really. We have more than enough.”

“Oh, I insist! It’s okay, really—”

“Y/n!” You turn your head, your heart beginning its fluttering when you see Chan jogging over. “You made it!”

Nodding, you take a step closer to him. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

His cheeks start to sport a blush a darker red than they already were from playing with the kids in the summer sun. “R-really?”

“Mmhm.”

He smiles, showing off his pearly teeth and his eye smile, making you wonder just how perfect a man could be (excluding his questionable baking). “Oh,” he says, noticing your bag, “what’s that?”

“I got some cookies for Clair’s parents but Wonwoo said it was fine,” you reply, shrugging.

“I’m sure if you just slip them on the table he won’t notice,” he laughs before teasing him. “He’s a little dense.”

You can’t help the grin that forces itself on your lips as Chan leads you to the kitchen to put the dessert down.

“You know, it took him nearly a year to ask Jielin out. Oh, that’s his wife.”

“Oh really?”

He nods. “He was always talking about them, but he always denied having a crush.” He pauses and shakes his head with a smile.

Just as you’re about to respond, that little kid resembling Chan runs inside, picking up a juice box from the kitchen counter.

“Hey, kiddo!” Chan exclaims, running up to him and picking him up to place him on his hip.

“Who’s this?” you ask, but you don’t need confirmation to know.

“Parker, my nephew.” He turns to the child and whispers, albeit loud enough for you to hear, in his ear, “You should thank them. Do you remember those cupcakes we had for school?” Parker nods. “Y/n helped me a lot.”

“Thank you, y/n!” he cheers before he thinks carefully, bringing his finger to his chin. After a moment a mischievous smile makes its way to his features, so closely resembling Chan. “Uncle Chan talks about you a lot!” he exclaims. “He thinks you’re cute and you make him nervous,” he giggles.

Chan lets out an over dramatic gasp before placing his nephew back on the ground. “Get out of here, you scamp!” he teases and the child does as such.

A cheeky smile has made its way to your own face as you approach him, playfully hitting his shoulder. “Cute, huh?”

He shuts his eyes and pouts. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” he whines.

“Too bad,” you say, drawing out the words. “I would’ve liked it if he was right…”

“Wait, really?” he exclaims, his face suddenly bursting with sparkles like the sun catching glass in the afternoon.

“Mmhm.”

“Even though I can’t bake?”

You laugh. “It was kinda cute.”

It’s his turn to have an unstoppable grin. “Well, if that’s the case…do you wanna go out some time?”

Wrapping your arms around him, you murmur, “Of course I would.”

He places a light kiss on your cheek, one that has the blood rushing to his touch.

“Let’s just stay like this for a while,” you mumble into his skin.

“Of course.”

Cuddled up to Chan in Wonwoo and Jielin’s kitchen is just about the best feeling you’ve ever had. You don’t think you’ve ever felt this warm, this excited, before. Even with the summer sun and humidity beating down outside, you don’t want to let go of Chan and his coziness. Everything about him is wonderful and welcoming, but never in an overbearing way.

He’s as sweet as the best cake you can make, but you know that he is better than any baked good you could ever come up with. And especially one that he could make.

P.S. Chan would annihilate me if I included the fact that he actually did have flour in his kitchen when he was making banana bread and just wanted to see you so it has been excluded.

P.P.S. Maybe the kids were all eavesdropping and cheered when he asked you out. Something tells me that if it wasn’t for Parker, it would’ve actually taken Chan a year to ask you out.

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jigokuhana · 2 years

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why this memory isn’t a death, but a ‘birth’...

ok, am i the only one in TOH fandom who thinks this memory pic isn’t a death memory, but one of the first grimmwalker being ‘born’??

because srsly, the amount of times i’ve seen people say it’s one of the golden guards being buried alive, or drowning in quicksand is just...so many.

my reasons being...

1. where the memory picture is placed: it’s at the very end of the grimmwalker ‘hallway’ & centered among all the other death memories. why have a non-death memory in a hallway full of memories specifically of the grimmwalkers? because it was the first grimmwalker. obviously a very important memory because of the fact that it’s the start of the cycle. back when belos was still philip in some sense, & might’ve still felt some form of love & guilt towards his dead brother.

2. philip/belos’ outfit & the grimmwalker’s lack thereof: this is more than likely the first grimmwaker because philip still dresses like he did before becoming ‘belos’, which would be sometime during the deadwardian era, and within the same timeframe that his brother was killed. philip would still be emotionally raw about the whole ‘betrayal’ of his brother, and his subsequent murder. whether those emotions were anger, sadness, guilt, righteousness...he’d still want his brother back for some reason. the second part of this detail is the grimmwalker’s distinct lack of an outfit from what we can see. all the other grimmwalkers are in uniform during their deaths, with gloved hands & long sleeves. not this one. so unless belos killed the grimmwalker in the bath, or in bed (and if thats the case, i’m pretty sure most men’s sleep clothes were usually long-sleeved back then, anyway) & dragged him into the hole to bury him, i assume the grimmwalker is wearing nothing because the hole is where he was created.

3. the memory’s setting: this is very important imo, because there’s just so much going on in this memory, & too many people are focusing on the ‘hand in dirt’ aspect. first, we’re clearly in a closed space of some sort, due to the lighting and the presence of a table & objects scattered around. ingredients, perhaps? the placement of everything is very much like philip’s little lair that we saw at the end of ‘Elsewhere & Elsewhen’...

second, the section of ground that the grimmwalker hand is coming out of is sectioned off from the rest of the floor. this is a deliberately manmade hole (it’s actually very grave-like in terms of size & shape. not just a random, circular cartoon hole) dug out & fenced off for a specific reason. plus, there seems to be a white tube that looks to be made to pump something into the dirt of that hole. why would you need to pump something into a trap that should kill a person through suffocation alone? im not saying belos isn’t capable of burying someone alive. but why go through all the trouble of digging a hole, filling it with quicksand, and then luring the grimmwalker to said room, & incapacitating him somehow in order to bury him, when he was perfectly fine just flat-out stabbing his own brother? not to mention all the other grimmwalker deaths are relatively violent or quick by comparison, like belos’ brother’s was. in addition...if you’re gonna bury someone alive, why would you bury them so shallowly that their hand is able to stick straight up at floor level for all to see!? belos ain’t that stupid, fam. - - - anyways, that’s all i got rn, but i’d say it’s pretty solid to assume that this specific memory is of the first grimmwalker’s ‘birth’. if im wrong, then that’s solid proof i overthink things too much. if im right? imma laugh & say i told ya so~ >:3c

#my thoughts #the owl house #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers #philip wittebane #hollow mind spoilers

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whiskeynwriting · 2 years

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Hello! Congrats on 1K followers! (Sorry this is on anon - I’ve been following for a while but I’m also just really shy)

I was wondering if I could request a fic with Javi P or Frankie (your pick) in a relationship with a younger reader who is also in the DEA or military? Maybe something where reader has some very big walls they’ve put up because of the profession they’re in—mostly because it’s really hard to be a woman in those types of careers—and Javi/Frankie needs to remind her that it’s okay to be vulnerable and rely on someone else.

Oof, this is such a good prompt. I really tried to bring out the emotion with this one, I hope I delivered for you love <3

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Javier Peña x Female Reader

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Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) mentions/slight descriptions of sex, slight age gap, emotional hurt and angst, mentions of infidelity, sad and vulnerable Javi ☹

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A/N: alright my lovelies, this is the last post for my 1k followers celebration, and the last piece I’ll be posting before going on my break! I love you all, see ya in June <3

This piece was co-written by the amazing @moralesthots. I honestly would not even be here without her lol Caroline I love you

Alsoooo, we’ve seen Frankie speak Spanish when he’s sexually flustered, but what about Javi when he’s nervous and emotional?

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Friends were nice, sure, but friends that bought you food and drinks and made you cum a couple times a week were better. And while sex wasn’t all you were looking for; it definitely didn’t hurt. And not having all the strings attached afterwards was the cherry on top. Not having someone to come home to, someone to answer to, someone to fight with, that sounded like heaven to you.

You didn’t like the fights; you didn’t owe anyone an explanation for where you were or what you were doing. Relationships just weren’t fun when they were like that, and with you, they were pretty much always like that. But not anymore, not when you lived life like this.

It’s easy to think this way when you have these interactions with Javier, seeing him every now and then, maybe every other week. But lately it’s been every week, multiple times a week. You can remember things going like this before, casual interactions becoming more serious in your last relationship. You’d been engaged, actually, and in the middle of planning your wedding when you’d found out. It was rather common, after all, cheating in this career. He’d been in the army and was stationed in Colombia, convenient since that’s where the DEA placed you, too. It’s not realistic to you to find a true, long-lasting relationship with someone in the military. Women weren’t exactly looked up to in this field, let alone respected. Oftentimes, men just wanted someplace warm to stick their dicks into and if you’re being honest, sometimes you just wanted something to fill you up. It was a fun and easy exchange, and for a while, it’s all you wanted.

These thoughts ran an endlessly on loop as you changed into your clothes from the night before, doing so quickly so Javier didn’t wake. You hadn’t wanted him to get up before you left, you’d rather just go. Lately, you’ve been trying to distance yourself from him. It’d been two weeks since you’d last seen each other, claiming you’d been busy but really avoiding him on purpose. You’ve been growing a little too fond of Javi’s company – Javier’s company. Ugh, whatever.

After a few quick moves, you gathered the rest of your things were out the door. You’d assumed that he’d probably be happy to see that you’d gone when he wakes up anyway. He wouldn’t have had to worry about making small talk or wonder when you were going to leave. He wouldn’t have had to bother with you at all. What you didn’t know, was that he’d stopped by the store before your date that night, picking up some ingredients to make breakfast for you in the morning. So, when he woke up to find his apartment empty, he sighed, accepting the fact that he'd just have to save it for another day.

You left Javier’s house early yesterday for a reason – you didn’t need him. But you suppose you left before he woke up because you really needed to show yourself that you didn’t need him. Either way, you left, and the meaning behind your unspoken exit got through to him, too. He knew you weren’t ‘busy’ these past couple weeks, you’d been avoiding him. But what he didn’t know was why, and he certainly wasn’t about to let you slip out of his grasp. He didn’t keep you around for this long to just give up. And you’ve shown interest in him, too, quite enthusiastically, he might add, so why are you turning away now?

He'd wanted to offer the opportunity to make the interactions between the two of you exclusive, that’s why he planned to make that morning so special. He invited you over last night, too, hoping to solidify his intentions at dinner, but you declined. You told you were busy, that you had plans to go out with a friend. And that hurt him inside, it made him jealous inside because it sounds like the excuse he gives other women when going to see you.

And the worst part about it all? He’s right.

“Javi?”

“Yeah?” he turns, snapping out of his thoughts.

“Connie and I wanna invite you to dinner tomorrow night.”

“Really?” he asks, lightly tapping a few papers against his other hand. “Why not?”

Murphy grins, giving him a light tap on the back. “That’s the spirit.”

“Hey, uh,” Javier turns back around toward him, “Could I bring her? Maybe she could meet Connie?”

Peña gestures towards you, causing Murphy to glance over in your direction. Immediately, you look away, breaths picking up inside your chest.

He’s inviting you to dinner? With Murphy’s family? Isn’t that kind of a boyfriend move?

“Oh, are you two…”

He shrugs. “Tryin’ to get there.”

“Sure, man.” Murphy grins. “Bring her, too. I’m sure Connie would love the extra company. She’s worried about you, ya know.”

“Yeah?” Javier asks with a smile, and when he chuckles you look up from your desk. You do like seeing his smile. “Why’s she worried about me?”

Murphy shrugs, watching Javier sort through the files on his desk. “We haven’t heard from you much lately, Jav.”

“I think I can guess why.” A younger agent chimes in, suddenly strolling by. “Haven’t you seen his new informant?”

The man raises his brows, giving a look of impress before he whistles. It’s a quick interaction, one done in passing. By the time he’s done talking he’s already turned around, resuming his stride toward the area of the building in which he was already walking.

Your eyes grow wide when you see the interaction, heart beating out of your chest and praying to anyone holy enough to be listening that the younger agent keeps his trap shut. In reality, you had gone out to see someone last night, that very same agent, actually. You’d had a drink, an appetizer, then made things quick and went back to his place. Usually, experiences like these were fun for you, but this time could’ve have been more nerve-wracking. Every single touch felt off, almost felt gross, like even if you closed your eyes and pictured him, you knew it wasn’t Javi’s hands that were on you.

He started out slow with you, kisses here and there that trailed down to your neck. But they weren’t the same. He didn’t move like Javi did, didn’t kiss you in the same places he did. This man’s lips didn’t make your skin shiver in the same way, his body didn’t make you call out for more. And goddammit, that’s when you realized. And then that’s when you left.

Once the interaction is over and you can finally breathe, you think over the random comment. At first, you’re a little sad. Inside, you want more with Javier. But like you’ve told yourself many times, it’s just not a realistic expectation to have. It’s not. So, the next emotion you feel is relief. Maybe he’ll move on and find someone new, making the decision for you and eventually growing apart.

To your surprised, Javier’s face grows red. And what surprises you even more, is that he’s walking over to you.

“Hey,” he quietly greets, a shy smile on his face.

“Hi,” you return, giving him the same polite gesture as you remain seated at your desk.

He fidgets nervously, shifting his weight and he moves to cross his arms.

“I don’t know uh, if – if you heard that back there.”

“Hm?”

“From uh, DeSantos.” He clarifies for you, mentioning the younger agent who’d made the joke. The same one that was in your pants last night.

“Oh,” you say it with a slight stutter, unsure of what he expects from you in this moment. “Yeah, I… I know it’s just…” you trail off, giving him a short shrug.

“Yeah well,” he swipes his thumb over his bottom lip. “I wanted to let you know that he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Don’t worry about that – you’re important to me. I’m not seeing anyone else but you.”

At this, your heart nearly stops. “Y – You’re, you’re not?”

“No.” he smiles again, softly shaking his head. He steps closer to your desk, one hand falling to lightly grab the paper from your hand. “I’m… trying to be better, a better… partner. If that’s this is, what it could be. I, I want something more out of this.”

Within a matter of seconds, your inner thoughts and emotions are written all over your face. What was gentle affection now turns into explicit worry as Javier’s brows furrow, wondering what it is he did wrong.

“I, are you –”

“Javi, I,” hot tears stream down your face, guilt filling your entire being. You’d assumed he was seeing other people, that he didn’t want anything serious. “I’m sorry.”

Without another word, you stand, pushing your chair out behind you and turning in the opposite direction as him. Your feet carry you quickly away, turning down a hall and shuffling towards the bathroom.

Javier looks behind him, feeling and then finding Stephen’s gaze. He shows a look of concern, eyes on you and then flickering to his. He raises a brow, tilting his head. Javier shrugs to him before spinning around, striding off to go find you. And he does so quickly, too, turning down the same hall just in time to see you enter the lady’s room.

He stops in his tracks, unsure of what to do. He doesn’t want to invade your privacy but then again, he knows you’re not in here to actually use the bathroom. With a hesitant glance over his shoulder confirming no one else is around, he decides to push his way through.

“Javier!”

“Sh!” he immediately hushes you, keeping his strong hand on the door and taking one more peak out into the hall to make sure no one heard you. With that, he closes it, returning his attention to you. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Dear Jesus, Javier really was going to be the death of you. First, his unintentional confession, and now this? He’s never called you such a sweet nickname while at work.

“Javi,” and his heart melts at the familiar name. “I can’t do this.”

“Do what?”

“I slept with him.”

He takes a small step back, tilting his head. “You, wait – what?”

“DeSantos. I slept with him... last night. And I’m sorry I just, I didn’t know. We’ve never talked about anything more and, and I don’t even know if that’s what I want. I just don’t know, Javi, okay? But I, I’m so sorry.”

You’d shoved your face into your hands, trying to dry your tears and get a grip. You run your fingers back and through your hair, daring a glimpse up to see his reaction; he’s too quiet. And when you finally do look at him long enough to analyze the expression on your face, it only buries your heart deeper in your chest. Every limb feels so heavy in your body, you feel like you could sink.

“Where’s Peña?”

Both of your heads snap up at the voice, clearly Javier’s higher up. When Javier turns back towards you, his eyes are red, but he doesn’t meet yours. He just looks down.

“That’s, um… I’ve, I’ve gotta go.” He says quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. He doesn’t meet your eyeline before he leaves, either.

Your coworkers can think it unprofessional if they want to, but you decide to excuse yourself for the day, claiming that you have some sickness coming on. You just needed a breather, some time to sort out your thoughts. And that definitely had to be done away from him.

Although you blame yourself for it, you feel completely heartbroken. You never wanted to hurt Javier, you never thought it would come to this. It’s not like it was some big secret that Javier slept around; he’d slept with damn near every woman at the embassy already. So, when he added you to his list, you really didn’t think much of it. Your ex had been the same way, someone that was easy to please. He got around before your relationship had begun and, well, during it, too. You’d had your fair share of shit military men and you were done; you were done. And you just wanted to protect yourself.

It's the first time Javier had ever been played. Usually, he was on the opposite end of things, the one controlling the atmosphere and tugging on the strings. Not only was he pissed, but he was pissed with himself. The first time he tries to do right by a woman, and he gets fucked over, by his younger coworker, no less. And the worst part is he let it all happen. He never gave you a definitive label for this, and he knows woman talk. Hell, you sit right next to the secretary he frequented before you. You had every right to assume you weren’t official or anywhere near exclusive.

Neither of you know when you’ll talk next, but Javier knows it needs to be soon. He’s worked too hard for this, gotten to know you too well to let you go. He’s given you pieces of him that no one has ever seen before, pieces from his mind that kept him awake at night, and when he showed them to you, it’s like they faded into the sunlight. It made him want to do the same for you. There were parts of you he knew his mother would have liked, parts he knows his father would admire if he brought you back home. And that, along with so much more, makes him want to keep you as his.

“Javier, I don’t know if I want to talk right now.” you say softly into the phone, rubbing your eye with your free hand. You’d been crying, finally calming down enough to take a nap at the very same moment Javier decided to call.

“Cariño, I’m not… I’m not mad. I want to see you.” Javi sounds desperate, his words coming out ragged and breathless. “Please?” (Sweetheart)

“You want to see me? Like, come over?”

He nods on the other end, licking his lower lip. “Please.”

“When?”

“Well…” he sighs, looking around. “I’m, I’m here now.”

“Now?” you repeat, the fact making you forgo all sadness as your face breaks into a smile.

“Yeah,” he huffs out a laugh. “I want to see you, boñita.”

After a few more words and an agreement of five minutes, you hang up, standing to tie your hair up and wash your face. You didn’t usually look your best after your crying sessions. And when you open the door, your face is still puffy, your eyes are still red, and he couldn’t care less. When he sees your face, it does make him sad, though.

You’re too pretty when you cry. He steps inside, closing the door behind him and reaching out for you with both arms. Even though you’re hesitant inside, you comply, directing yourself to the space between them. You don’t wrap your arms around him, you wrap them around yourself, nuzzling your entire body into his. For a few short minutes, he holds you tight, both of you standing in your entryway while he sways slightly.

“Cariño, I’m not mad at you.” (Sweetheart)

“But I did hurt you.” you say, pulling back from his embrace. “I didn’t know that this is what you wanted. A relationship.”

“Yo sé, yo sé, bebé.” (I know, I know, baby)

Javier’s larger hands move to frame your face, those deep-toned eyes warming your own with their gaze.

“Lo siento, debería haberte dicho.” (I’m sorry, I should have told you.)

His fingers stroke your face, pulling a strand of loose hair behind your ear. Both of Javi’s beautiful brown eyes flicker back and forth between yours.

“Me culpo por esto, no tú, hermosa.” (I blame myself for this, not you, beautiful.) “Debería haber sido honesto contigo.” (I should have been honest with you.)

“Por qué no estabas?” you return, glancing up at him. (Why weren’t you?)

“I don’t like doing this,” he confesses to you, dropping his arms and now holding just your hands. “I’m not used to it, boñita.” (Pretty)

“Javi, me gustas. I like this, I like whatever it is that we are.” (I like you)

“Do you not want it to be more?” he asks, feeling regret as soon as he does. He’s sure he won’t favor the answer.

“Javier, you know I’ve been engaged before.”

“I’m not asking for that,” he laughs, knowing that this is obvious and not necessarily what you meant. “I just want you; I want more.”

“Yo sé, Javi. But I don’t know if I’m ready.” (I know) “I don’t know if I have that kind of trust anymore.”

One night, you’d dared to tell him about your past. And instead of pullback from him, you found comfort with him. He didn’t have any wisdom or personal experience on the matter to share, so instead he just consoled you. And it turned out that that was all you needed in the first place. Someone to listen; someone to be there for you.

Javier’s not sure what to do – he’s already hanging out on a limb here. His emotions are a jumbled mess of everything good and bad he’s ever felt for you, and he just isn’t sure what to do. He isn’t sure what to do. The only thing he can really pinpoint in the mess he’s attempting to sort through in his head, is that his heart breaks for you. Not only for anxieties you’ve been burdened with from your previous partner but from the stress he now sees he’s helped brew in you.

“Do you… do you want me to go, cariño?” he ultimately whispers to you, eyes dipping down to the floor. “I will, if you want me to.” (sweetheart)

“No,” you respond instantly, looking into his eyes as you shake your head. “I want you to stay, Javi. Will you… will you just lay with me?”

Faintly, the center of Javier’s forehead folds up, an emotional twinge tugging at his heart.

“Of course, I’ll lay with you, cariño.” (sweetheart)

You swallow, clearing your throat quietly as you continue to hold his hands in your own. With gentle motions, you turn, letting go of his one hand but keeping a tight hold on the other. Like so many times before now, you lead him to your bedroom, unbothered by the mess you’ve made in there. Your bedsheets are a folded-up mess, papers scattering your desk with dirty clothes on the floor. But you know he doesn’t care, he’s seen it all before, that and so much more. Javier has seen the physical mess of your stress far less than he has seen the internal affects of it.

You’d been convincing yourself that you didn’t need him, you didn’t need anything more. But as you lay down in your bed, feeling Javier’s warm embrace holding you snuggly against him, you feel like a fool. You’d been fooling yourself the entire time. Because not only have you wanted more, but you’ve already been creating more. What happened in the past made you feel weak, but with Javi, he’s showing you that it’s okay to be vulnerable, it’s okay to open up and put trust in another. It’s hard for him to do at times, too, but it’s easy with you, because he already loves you like no other. And maybe, you love him just in the same way, too.

Thank you for reading <3

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Track 4

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Series: Rat Infestation

Characters: Eli (by @watersofcamelot)

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If there is one thing Eli hated the most outside of hypocrites who were a walking contradiction on their own it was those types of people who were just annoying. Lie to him all you want, break his bones or even kill a man. He could literally care less, as long as there was some consistency to it and you are not the literal opposite of your morals – Say one thing, do the other.

The other thing was the second worst however, the other one he hated a good bunch: Annoying brats. Those jerks who make the people suffer or are just a pain in the ass for the heck of it. The key difference is that they had to actively harm others. And this was one of those cases. The fuck does this shithead think he is!? Just walking in here and unleashing his lab rats onto this soup kitchen? Fucking bastard, does he think messing with people’s only option to survive is a fucking joke!? Some people cannot afford it but no, filth like that thought this was a fun way to pass time. Rot in hell, it was honestly pissing him off. He should be fine though, as long as the two other guys kept watch when it came to the rats. As long as they stay inside they will be dealt with in no time as well. Eli was enough to teach that shitter a lesson, he was sure of it!

He only stepped closer and closer, no regard whatsoever, only set on one thing and one alone… Thus the chuckling became louder and louder in his ears, echoing at a certain point. It became more and more unbearable, that literal bitch… And yet he did not interrupt until being close enough and seeing somewhat of a silhouette.

A young figure, a guy perhaps, covering his eyes with his messy, stinky hair. The clothes looked equally rotten, so many holes in them, it all may as well be at the literal brink of breaking. And his smell would make anyone faint and usually Eli might… But he was so pissed that he couldn’t get his nose to smell it. This was nothing at this rate, literally nothing. Absolutely nothing. He will worry about this later in fact.

“Oi, Punk! The hell is this!?”

The kid got startled, jumping for a moment before seeing the tall male approaching him, shivering right on the spot. “Eh!? Ah– That–”

“Nevermind, I can see the shit you’re doing. You really think this shit’s funny!?” He didn’t want to hear the answer if he was completely honest. He just wanted to show this fucker a lesson. Fuck with the soup kitchen and its ingredients, fuck with him. That was the only law here, something everyone might be aware of. Or so he thought. But this one… He will learn it right now.

The guy was still stuttering all over the place yet the answer was obvious.

“At least man up and admit the shit you’ve caused!”

“I… Just… Yeah but—”

“All I needed to hear.” A quick spit on the ground. Eli ignored any other reasoning. No mercy for brats like these and he was going to show it. Attack someone who is defenseless? This shithead thought this was funny! Well, mess with his home and the people who actually rely on this stuff to get by and you’re worthy of a beating. Punks deserve to be taught a lesson. Besides, he was not someone to abide by the laws if they were stupid. The big woman was not here anyway to observe this and he had doubts that Rio and Dice would tell on him… So no one will know. Teach them the hard way, beat some sense into them. And that is why he put out his own microphone, wanting to spare his fists touching that filth.

“Ugh, I think I’m getting sick. From what sewer did you come from!?

Brat, Punk, Ass

Acts like shit, smells like shit

If ya think you’re gonna get away, think again!

Mess with the food, mess with me!

Mess with the kitchen, mess with me!

Mess with the people, mess with me!

Take a bath first before returning!

Preferably in a clean hot spring!

No, just shitting, access denied!

Go back in the dirt where you came from!

Burn your ass!

You ain’t welcome here!

You make me sick!

You make me shudder!

You make me puke!

Leave or it might get worse!

My favorite color? Red.

Really itching to see it now not gonna lie

Wanna help me with that?

Then just play the punching bag!

I promise only your nose will break!

Ah wait no– Just kidding

You little shit!

Get lost!”

The ground was shaking and so were the walls, it was all too audible. The rapping may as well have been the equivalent of screaming. And yet, it was not in Eli’s nature to care, not really at least. All he saw while shouting from the literal top of his lungs were the several shots aimed at the guy, one shot after the other being fired, almost blocking the noise coming from his own mouth, but just almost. Regardless, several shots were fired, right into his chest before the stinky pile of shit fell onto the ground unconscious. Oh how sad these were not actual shots fired by an actual gun, he wouldn’t have minded that. Not for some idiot like this. Whatever his reason to potentially cause a literal infection, this was no game.

Mess with another’s life and you are at risk losing yours at any given point and you might end up bleeding to death before you know it. It is a dangerous game… He knows from experience.

“Be lucky I didn’t use my fist punk. ‘cuz I think you deserved it. Tch…”

Even if it was not justified in the end, it felt right at this very moment. Then again… Who cares? As long as the problem is solved now.

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asshlyyyy · 2 years

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Look Deep Within Pt. 3 (Dylan Lenivy x reader)

Here it is. I struggled a bit with this part, but I think a lot of you are going to enjoy it. Just as a little spoiler, there might be two more parts until this story leaps into the events of the game. It might take me longer to get those chapters out... just because I want to jam pack everything into it.

Also, if you ever see something that fits the description of a girl, please let me know. I’ve been really good at making sure things are told in a way where you describe yourself. I know I accidently said her instead of them in the last part and that has since been fixed!

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warnings: swearing wc: 2.1k

11:02 | July 3 Hackett's Quarry Lodge Kitchen

Your e/c eyes were stuck staring at the ingredients in front of you. It's not like you forgot how to make the food. It was a very simple recipe and very simple food. It just felt like, your mind was clouded with something else, perhaps Dylan? You have been lost in your mind ever since that one day at breakfast.

"Heellloooo~" Dylan sang as he walked into the kitchen. He was wearing his usual look of a t-shirt and jeans. Very stylish, very comfy. You looked over at him and sent him a small smile before going back to looking at the food in front of you.

"Where's your group?" You asked as you started to paste together what you had to do.

"They're out with Jacob. He's doing ya know, sport things." He answered and stood next to the table you were standing at. He looked down at the food and at your confused face.

"Right right, I forgot that was before lunch,"

"You okay there? Do you need a reminder for what you need to make?" He chuckled lightly.

"No, my mind is just blank at the moment." You replied as you pushed the ingredients together for the corresponding food.

"Ah, brain fart," he nodded and leaned against the counter.

"Yeah..." you mumbled and took a step back and nodded.

"Okay, so meatball subs are pretty simple. We just need to heat up the meatballs and sauce. The pasta salad... We need to cook the noodles, and then put them in the fridge to cool... cut some veggies, we'll have to boil eggs... um..."

"Chill, y/l/n, how about you focus on stuff that goes on the stove, and I'll start cutting things up," Dylan suggested. You nodded at the suggestion.

"Yeah, that works," you agreed and started to get ready. It was sometimes quite awkward when it was just you and Dylan. After you found out about him being your long-lost best friend... It's like you didn't want to be yourself anymore. Mostly in fear that he would find out and it would just get awkward... Would it? It would be awkward for you at least.

Out of everyone, it had to be him? I mean it made sense. He had that humor that attracted you to him in the first place. The charmish smile, those beautiful beautiful eyes- oh my god. Shake the thought out of your head.

That was before... six years ago, he is not the same person as he was then. People change when they hit puberty, and he definitely did. I mean... he got way taller and stood above you no matter what. Some might even describe him as the Hyperion. Aka, the tallest tree in the world.

"It sucks Mr. H took out phones. We could be listening to some jams right now," Dylan commented. You nodded in agreement. He was right, it would be nice to listen to some music while making food for all the kids. And to help keep your head out of your thoughts.

"There might be a radio somewhere? Don't know what stations you would find though," You explained while bringing out some big pots.

"In this very kitchen? Okay, break from the veggies, I'm looking for this radio." He seemed determined, that or he just wanted to get out of cutting veggies. His eyes gazed around the room at the possible locations that the radio could be hidden.

"I don't think so... maybe in one of the tall shelves, or something. I haven't been able to reach up there." You suggested, to which he let out a laugh.

"I gotta hand it to you short people... mostly because they can't' reach it anyways," he held a smug look on his face.

"Is that supposed to be funny?" You looked over at him confused.

"Y-yes?" Dylan sounded unsure of himself. You shook your head and let out a small laugh. He was trying to be funny and you had to give that to him. When in doubt, laugh at the sad attempt at their joke.

"Just look for that radio, dumb dumb." you kept a smile on your face.

"Aww, I got you to laugh," Dylan made his way over to you.

"I think you're just hearing things to feed your ego," You replied not realizing that he was behind you.

"Is that so?" He said as tased your side. You let out a yelp and felt your body fall backward from the impact. Dylan's laugh filled your ears as he easily caught you from falling to the ground. Your head fell back against his chest as you let out a laugh. His arms wrapped around your waist, a smile wide on his face. His eyes looked towards your face.

"Hello fell-" the voice broke you guys out of your... whatever you would call it. The two of you quickly pulled away from each other.

"Am I interrupting something...?" Nick asked as he looked at the both of you.

"No no," you shook your head.

"I was uh- I was looking for the radio. Yes... yes and she um-" Dylan tried to come up with an idea.

"I slipped and he caught me, yup, yup," You stepped in.

"Right... right..." Nick nodded slowly, "right... should I go?"

"No! You- You can help." Dylan nodded in agreement as he slowly pulled himself further and further away from you.

"Are you sure? Cause the two of you look like you have it all under control" Nick pointed out as he slowly backed towards the door.

"I swear Nick. You tell anyone what you saw and put it without context, I will tell Abi how you feel about her." You threatened the poor boy.

"I- You got it, boss," and with that Nick left the kitchen. You let out a sigh and felt your face heat up. You turned towards the pots that were on the stove and steered the sauce to keep it from burning.

"Right... now... where was the pesky radio," Dylan muttered and continued to look for the radio. Your eyes were glued to the food out of fear that... if you looked at Dylan you would break.

It's not like you had a thing for Dylan... it was more like... an awkward moment that would... um.. that would... You know... You didn't want to have anything major. You weren't even looking for a real friendship this summer, let alone a whole-ass relationship.

"Ah-huh!" Dylan explained as you heard the cupboard open and close. You turned your head and watched as he pulled out an old radio. "Now let's see if we can get this baby working."

"Even if you get it working... would you even be able to find a station from all the way out here?" You asked. You were sure that, back when the radio was more useful there were a lot more radio stations out there. However, now you weren't so hopeful.

"God I hope so," he said as he plugged the radio in, and started to fiddle around with it. You shook your head and set up the final things on the stove to cook, before heading over to wear the veggies were to cut them... Since Dylan abandoned that task.

As you went ahead to cut the veggies the static of the radio filled your ears. You didn't know if it was worse than having your thoughts speaking aloud when there was no sound. After a few more moments of having to listen to it... you definitely agreed that the static was way worse.

"There has to be a station, why have a radio if you can't use it?" Dylan pointed out. You hummed a response and finished cutting up the rest of the veggies. You used the knife to push them all into a big bowl.

Shortly after tossing the veggies together, music started to fill your ears. You looked over at Dylan who was pumping his fists into the air in celebration.

"Oh hell yeah! Let's get it,"

"Not exactly the best, but-" you chuckled lightly.

"But it's something," he finished your sentence. You nodded in agreement and went back over to the food that was on the stove.

"Oh shit, are you almost done? Fuck, I'm sorry. I've been no help whatsoever." He apologized and sent you a sincere smile. You shrugged your shoulders in response. It's not like you weren't used to working by yourself.

"It's okay, I'll just have you do the living heavy." You smiled gently towards him. You weren't exactly the strongest, considering all the heavy lifting you did was mostly in the summer... you didn't gain much muscle to be able to pick up pots full of food.

"Ah yes, with my spaghetti arms," he chuckled as he lifted up his arms. He then started to make his way over to you to help with said heavy lifting.

"Nah, you got some muscles," You pointed out as you combined the meatballs into the tomato sauce, having to stand on your tippy-toes. You heard Dylan laughing from behind you.

"I make do with what I have, and these pots are tall," You fought for your height.

"Whatever you say, y/l/n." He said as he leaned against the counter.

As you got the meatballs in, you checked the noodles by taking one out and trying it. As it was at a good texture you grabbed a huge colander and placed it into the sink. You looked at Dylan and tossed him some oven mitts to protect his hands from the hot pot.

"Alright, put those muscles into effect and dump the noodles out into the colander. And keep your face away from the steam, or you'll whine." You explained. He nodded and put on the fun crab-themed mitts that you begged Mr. H to get. You giggled lightly at his appearance.

"Hang on now," he pointed his clawed hand at you. You stiffed out a laugh and covered your mouth. He rolled his eyes playfully and went towards the pot.

He grabbed the pot full of steaming hot water and noodles and brought it over to the sink. You stepped away to give him some more room. You watched as he dropped every single last piece of noodle out into the colander.

"Once it's empty you can just put it in the other sink for now." You said to him while bringing a cart over to easily transport the noodles to the fridge. As he dumped the pot into the sink, he grabbed the colander full of noodles and placed it on the cart for you.

"Thank you," you said while taking it over to the fridge. You opened the doors and moved over some of the food already in it to make room for the noodles. Since Dylan didn't know what to do, he just watched you.

Your hair was pulled up into a messy bun. The light perfectly danced against the sun as you shined ever so lightly. A small red-tinted your cheeks still from before. He smiled gently at the sight of you.

Before you knew it, you and Dylan were taking all the food out into the main room of the lodge. The two of you put the food out and covered them to make sure they stayed warm. You felt the weight of perfection fall off your shoulders as you realized... you were done with lunch. For some reason, lunch always seemed to stress you out more than breakfast or dinner.

"Hey, take a breath, you did amazing like always," Dylan complimented as he placed his hand on your shoulder. You looked over at him and smiled softly.

"Thanks, Lenivy." You responded as you let out a much-needed breath. You looked out the window at the view and smiled. What you would do to spend time here without having to work. Dylan slowly but surely pulled his hand off you and stuffed them into his pockets.

"The view is amazing. Even after so many years, it somehow gets better with every year." He spoke from beside you.

"Yeah... It's so peaceful."

The doors to the lodge opened and the voices of many kids entered. You gave Dylan one last smile before going off and finding your group. A huge smile on your face as you got reunited with your favorites.

"Y/n!" Some of the kids yelled as they rushed over to you. They started to tell you about their day so far as you listened to every single one of them.

Dylan watched from afar. It felt as if he was back in camp six years ago. He felt his heart beat out of his chest as he heard someone ask to braid your hair. He knew who you were.

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aikoiya · 11 months

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LoZ: TotK - Things I'd Change

I really only have a couple of problems with Tears of the Kingdom as it stands.

The major one being how the Master Sword was handled. It's a major downgrade from last game, which is a major downgrade from the games before. Not only does it break, but at least in BotW there was a way to upgrade it's durability. I have yet to find such a thing in this one. Which is supposed to be better than the last time. I do love the weapon fusion, but it only does so much. Now, if it was the one unbreakable weapon in the game, but the monster part you fused to it broke after a while, I think that would've been better. I can only hope that they put in a dlc to fix that or at least to make it more durable.

The other one is the total & complete lack of a RauruxSonia child in the flashbacks. It's not even that you don't see one. It's that there isn't even a mention of them existing other than getting the idea that there MAY be one out there by the fact that it's explicitly stated that Zelda is the descendant of both Rauru & Sonia.

Ergo, they must've reproduced at some point, otherwise there would be no Zelda to begin with!

Just... make Sonia pregnant when Zelda first shows up, have a cute little scene where she's holding a baby in her arms, then move on!

You don't even need to see the actual kid, just give Sonia what appears to be a bundle of freaking blankets to cradle & that'd be enough to get a pass even if it's the bare minimum!

You don't even need to cast any extra actors!

This would erase the inconsistency entirely & there's minimal input from the kid themselves.

Something else weird is the infamous problem that no one, not even the people you meet canonically, seem to remember Link except for the people who are plot relevant.

That... does not make sense!

Like, I get it. It's so that new characters don't feel overwhelmed with too much information, but the thing is, that sort of causes things to come across very weird & inconsistent.

I kinda wish that the game just asked you first thing, "Have you played BotW?" And if the answer is yes, then the game just assumes that you did all the side content & changes the dialog of certain npcs so that they're like, "I remember you!"

Aside from those 3 major things, most of my other problems with the game are pretty nitpicky.

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For instance, I wish the game had double beds for couples & that the Dreamhouse, specifically, had a double bed option. Ya know, like a Master Bedroom. In fact, the only double bed we see is at Hudson & Rhondson's home! Meaning the graphic for one exists, but also that, apparently, they are the only married couple in Hyrule who consistently sleep in the same bed & that's stupid!

This isn't the 1960s, ya'll! It isn't even being done for accuracy's sake! As medieval families tended to have communal beds where everyone in a house, including visitors, just sort of puppy piles together as it saves on money & resources! The idea of separate beds for couples were a product of 19th century Victorian England's bourgeoisie! So why do so many of medieval fantasy Hyrule's lower class have an average of 2 beds, 3-4 if they have kids?? Stop being cowards & at least let couples have doubles!

Another thing that would've been cool would be if you could actually use the garden you put in to grow vegetables & flowers. Like, you go up to a pot or bed & put in a single plant & in a couple days, you come back to retrieve 5 of them or something. The more expensive or rare ingredients, like Endura Carrots & Hearty Radishes, might take longer to grow than others. Big Hearty Radishes even more so. However, you still get 5 when you do harvest them.

Or maybe the plants that come from trees & bushes like wildberries, apples, the elemental fruit, spicy peppers, tomatoes, bananas, & whatnot get their own section like an orchard & it takes time but actual trees & bushes that are purmanent grow there & the fruit grow back after a while. But the orchard is more expensive. Also cool would be a mushroom log, you could only grow 1 type of mushroom at a time. Plus, the more rare mushrooms take longer like with the garden.

However, for things like the Stambulbs, Sundelions, Skyshrooms, Sun Pumpkins, & Elemental Trees, maybe you need to complete specific quest chains because they're new to Hyrule's surface & require specific methods.

Like, to grow Sundelions, you need to talk to Mellie or Cori in Kakariko. Mellie, who owns the plum garden that a Sundelion is growing in, & Cori, the botanist & Zonai Survey Team member who asked Mellie if she would allow it. Maybe you need to talk to both? Do a favor for them both? (Which reminds me. BotW & TotK both have plum trees & cherry trees, but no plums or cherries... Weird...) Though, also interesting would be if destroying Mellie's trees or stealing Cori's Sundelion blocked you from getting the quests at all. After all, why would they trust you to do anything for them if all you've done is steal from them & destroy their property?

Or for Sun Pumpkins, you have to talk with the farmer who grows them in Hateno. I'm not sure who you'd learn to grow Skyshrooms & Stambulbs from though. Maybe Doritt, the Wandering Mushroom Merchant in southern Hyrule Field, would be trying to learn to grow Skyshrooms? Or the pair of Mushroom Hunters that are looking for the Mushroom Haven? In fact, what if doing a quest for one of them early in the game has them giving you blueprints for the mushroom log which unlocks it when you give it to Hudson? And another quest for one of them later in the game has them teaching you how to grow Skyshrooms? Though, as to why you'd want Skyshrooms, I don't know. They aren't even very good. Maybe have them give Impact Proof?

Same with the garden pond, but like with the mushroom log, you can only do it with 1 kind of fish & in order for them to multiply you need at least 2 of the same fish. It takes a few days, but when you come back, there'd be, like, 5 fish there. But like with the garden & mushroom log, the more expensive & rare the fish, the longer it takes for them to do so.

OmG, Uma! I love Uma! She should be the one who teaches you to grow tomatoes, melons, pumpkins, carrots, radishes, rice, & wheat!

Also, fucking WINDOWS!! And DOORS!! You should be able to choose if a room has a wall & door to separate it from the others!

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This one is more so a little bit of flavor. I would've really liked it if Rauru & Mineru had, like, Colonial Spanish accents. If not that, then just Mexican Spanish.

Also, there are far, far too few kids. It's actually very concerning how few children you actually see running around.

Seriously, the most kids that I recall seeing running around in a single settlement is 6! And that was in Gerudo Town where there should at least be upwards of a dozen considering how important keeping their population high is for them.

There are also no signs of actual babies or pregnant women, which is alarming.

I get that this was made in Japan, who's population seems to be aging, so there are fewer kids with the average couple only having around 1 child per woman, so it might've been influenced by that, but that still isn't normal. Because it means that the population is basically being reduced by half with each generation atm, which IS NOT a sustainable amount for a society to continue on into perpetuity!!

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And in the case of all your armor missing, they should've just said that whatever happened when Rauru saved Link that, for whatever reason, seemingly incinerated the clothing on his body, also destroyed his adventurer's bag & everything inside it. Which would include all his pouch upgrades & his clothes. As such, until he gets to Lookout Landing, he's only really got his pockets to work with.

And then, once he does get to Lookout Landing, maybe Purah notices his lack of bag & is like, "Oh, yeah. You're gonna need a new one of those." And then gives you one! Which would explain why you don't have any of your pouch upgrades. Because it's a brand new bag!

And the clothes you get from caves & stuff? They aren't the same ones you had in the last game because yours were destroyed.

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Also Kas! At least address why Kas isn't there!

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I'd also love to see the Keaton make a reappearance. If not as a character with riddles or puzzle or side quests, then as just something mentioned in myth & legend.

Speaking of myths, it'd be nice to hear about legends regarding diefied characters such as Jabun/Jabu Jabu, Valoo, the Goddess of the Sand, the 3 Golden Goddesses, ect. Also, the Minish as they were once part of Hyrule's myths too. And maybe a mention of the Kokiri. Like, again, it doesn't have to be part of the main story, just mentions.

I'd also be cool to see them in environmental storytelling.

I'd also be up for more Ruins of old temples.

Which, BTW, I wish there was more involving the Kakariko Graveyard. In that, I wish there was actually something there. Like, there's nothing! It's so small & I didn't even know that BotW/TotK Kakariko HAD a graveyard until recently when I just sorta stumbled across it in TotK! Like, was it also there in BotW & I just completely missed it??

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Also cool would be footwear & accessories being separate slots, but the footwear has no defense & only affects mobility. That way you can wear the full Desert Voe & Snowquill Sets as well as the Snow Boots & Sand Boots & STILL get the set bonus. Or the Opal Earrings with the Zora Armor to get an extra boost in swim speed or reduce stamina consumption when in water. There would be a slot for earrings, for crowns, & for necklaces.

And I'd have made it so the Armor of the Wild set increases the drop rate of items as well as the quantity of the drops whether when cutting grass, breaking ore deposits, hunting animals, or killing monsters, "Forager's Bounty," & the set bonus would increase the rare item drop rate, "Forager's Boon."

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In my mind, drop rates are naturally at a base of 0%.

I would've made it so that using a Reaper to cut grass increased grass drops & the rarity of the drops of monsters you kill with them by up to 15% depending on the quality of the Reaper's base weapon. While Silver Lizalfos Horns would add a base of +5% to the drop rate.

However, fusing a Silver Lizalfos Horn to a Broadsword, specifically, would double the drop rate added by the Horn, thus increasing the drop rates by up to 25%, & instead of being called a Reaper would be called a Sickle.

Similarly, if you use Hammers to smash ore deposits, it increases the rare ore drop rate by up to 20% depending on the base weapon used. With Cobble Crushers specifically increasing it to 10%. A Pristine Couble Crusher 15%. And a Boulder Breaker 20%.

While using Hammer Heads would add a base of up to +10% to the rarity of the drops while using special parts like Talus Hearts would increase the rare ore drop rate to between +15-20%.

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One other thing I'd change about the weapons would be that haliberds as well as spears fused with Silver Lizalfos Horns would have unique mechanics.

Haliberds would allow you to both stab like a spear & chop like an axe. While spears fused with Silver Lizalfos Horns would specifically be called Scythes & would allow Link to attack as if he were using a Claymore but faster & with a longer reach.

As an aside, Scythes would increase the grass drop rate & item drop rarity from grass & monsters in the same way that Reapers would. Scythes would also have a longer grass-cutting radius than either Broadswords or Claymores.

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I'd have also added something like an Accessory Set Bonus, so that if you're wearing a crown, earrings, & necklace of the same type, you get a special effect from it.

I'd have also put in a Crown of Satori's Blessing, Blupee Earrings, & Bubbul Necklace that would each increase the amount of Rupees you get from non-reward things.

Wearing all three would increase the amount of Rupees you get as rewards.

I'm thinking that you get them by taking on a quest chain from the jewelry maker in Gerudo Town. She'd say that she'd heard of 3 legendary creatures associated with good fortune & would wish that she could see them. These things are Blupees, Bubbulfrogs, & Satori.

If you give her a picture of one, she will become inspired to make a new accessory but will ask you for resources to make them.

If you summon Satori after completing all the caves that he shows you the location of in an area, he'll reward you with a pair of Golden Antlers as if he'd just shed them. And the Blupees would have a chance to drop a gem of some sort & initially making the earrings would require 2. Making the Satori Crown would require 1 pair of Golden Antlers, a Bubbul Gem, & 2 Blupee Gems. The Bubbulfrog Necklace would require a single Bubbul Gem, 1 pair of Golden Antlers, & 4 Blupee Gems. The Blupees Earrings would require 2 Blupee Gems, 1 pair of Golden Antlers, & 2 Bubbul Gems. The other 5 pairs of antlers would be used to upgrade them.

The lucky part here would be that you get the accessories as a reward for the quests.

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Also, I'd put in Emeralds & have them related to the wind. Maybe make them blade-shaped like Diamonds & Amber to indicate that they sorta work like the eightfold blades when attached to a hilt. Have them add +15 to damage. Maybe add an accessory that uses Emeralds that'd give Haste? If not that then Dive Control. Same for when you're holding a weapon with an Emerald fused to it. It gives you a boost to speed or dive control.

I might also have made Diamonds add light damage. Similarly, I'd have made the Light Dragon parts apply light damage too, making them more effective against Dark enemies, such as Malice or Gloom Enemies.

Also, Onyx, but it gives shadow damage. Maybe they'd be more effective against Constructs?

Also Sandstone to make a Sand Rod that attacks with sand. This would give the game a legit earth-based element & could make it effective against electrical enemies!

Also, things that have water damage or effects like Chu Jelly or Opals would be as effective against fire enemies as ice would be.

I'd have also given electric enemies a more definitive elemental weakness like earth like I said above. Like, apparently water shorts them out & Gibdo bones hurt a lot, but they don't get them like fire does an Ice-Breath Lizalfos. So, maybe make the Earthwake Technique take them out or be extra effective against them?

Something else cool would've been Blue Lizalfos being Water Lizalfos instead with their horns being water element. And if fused to a Zora Weapon, it's always at double damage!

I would've also liked to see water be a bit more... beefy I guess? Just, there really isn't much for it other than cleaning up the muck in Zora's Domain or shorting out Electric enemies. Which is sad, because the Zora Weapons are some of the best in the game!

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At the beginning, I was hoping there'd be an opportunity to rebuild Castle Town & the other ruined settlements, but I was disappointed.

For that matter, I'd have also liked rebuilding villages to be a much bigger part of the game because we only really got Lurelin & it really wasn't that fun.

Like, I wanted to get to rebuild Deya Village in West Necluda, Mabe Village in Central Hyrule, Tabantha Village in Tabantha, Goponga Village in the Lanayru Wetlands, the Shadow Hamlet in Eldin, & other such places. Maybe even the garrisons & outposts & the Temple of Time & city surrounding it on the Great Plateau after you bust open the gate.

Then, once you rebuild them, the ancestors of those who used to live there would move in. And certain villages would have a mix of residents, like Tabantha being a split of Rito & Hylians, Goponga being a split of Zora & Hylians, & Shadow Hamlet being a split of Gorons & Hylians.

And the local food, architecture, & clothes would reflect this. Like, I know that Zora & Gorons don't typically wear clothes, but the Hylians living in these places could be wearing things inspired by Zora & Goron designs & atchitecture. Same with Hylians living in Tabantha Village. They'd wear things inspired by Rito clothing.

Another thing I wish was there was the Ordona Province & Ordon Village. I know that Ordon only existed in one game, but it'd still be nice.

I theorize that it would be in what is canonically the Faron Grasslands, the village itself being in Fural Plain around where the Lake of the Horse God is. That way, the Ordon Ranch would be inside of Ibara Butte, which feels like the right place.

If it did exist, I'd expect the residents to be mostly human with some Hylians here & there. Which, BTW, where did all the humans go??

Either way, Ordon would likely sell things like Pumpkins, Goat Milk, Goat Butter, & Ordon Cheese (which is made of Goat Milk). And that they'd be sort of ranching rivals with Hateno & Mabe.

Which, Mabe's ranch would totally be Lon Lon & they'd sell Lon Lon dairy products.

I know, having so many different types of dairy products to use would be counterproductive & is probably why there's only Hateno in the games to begin with, but STILL!! It'd also be great worldbuilding!

Something else cool would've been the establishment of a new village in the Gerudo Highlands & if it allowed men in, so families that didn't wanna be separated could move there such as Perda, Wabbin, & Aaqlet. Which, I know, that'd leave Mattison without her friend, but I just can't help but feel bad for Wabbin & a bit upset at the destruction of the family unit.

I could see the fashion style there being something more along the lines of resembling Tibetan a/o Russian styles with very destinct Middle Eastern influences.

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There also should've been more opportunities to use the Hauling Harness & Sand Sleigh. Those were neat additions, so it would've been cool to have more quests & side quests where you needed them.

It could've even gone along with the village reconstruction idea I had.

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Finally, I'd have liked more recipes, but that's just me because I love cooking in games.

Tomatoes especially should've had more recipes. Like Bouillabaisse from a Hylian Tomato, Goron Spice or Spicy Pepper, Bass or Porgy, an Herb, & Rock Salt. Not to mention spaghetti.

Another interesting thing would be being able to choose Meat, Prime Meat, Gourmet Meat, Drumstick, Thigh, & Whole Bird as the target for your Sensor so instead of having to switch between different specific animals, you could just sort of go hunting for a specific type of meat & it would track the animals that give said meat.

Same for hunting insects or fish. Or hunting for something with a specific buff.

Also cool would be more side-quests asking you to make recipes or hunt for recipes or things like that.

Cool too would be if using the kitchen in your Dreamhome for cooking gives you access to more complicated recipes & the ability to cook in bulk when using it.

Or if you can actually make new ingredients there. Things like 2 different kinds of noodles. Wheat Noodles from Tabantha Wheat, Rock Salt, & Bird Eggs. And Rice Noodles from Hylian Rice & Rock Salt.

Also, using Bread as an ingredient to make multiple different sandwiches.

Another thing is, I'm a bit puzzled as to why Blueshell Snails & Durians were removed. But then again, all you had to do to get the effects of the Hearty Durian was to cook it alone. Which might've discouraged cooking other things.

Another little nitpicky thing is I didn't really like the setup for the recipes. I'd have preferred the list to be more gridlike. As is, it takes a bit to navigate.

Which, another thing! Why don't you get anything for completing the recipe list??

Like, you know Burmano? The Chef at Lookout Landing who asks you to bring him an apple in exchange for Fruit & Mushroom Mix?

Anyway, he leaves for Hyrule Castle & he seems to be trying to figure out how to make Crunchy Fried Rice, but even if you make it in front of him, he doesn't react.

A. Why can't you show him how to make it? And B. They could've had him go back to Lookout Landing afterwards & given him 2-3 quest chains, 1 where he asks you to bring him the signature dishes from all the Stables & 1 where he asks you to bring him a traditional dish from each settlement. Sometimes 2 maybe? To complete each individual quest, you have to make the dish in the pot in Lookout Landing, implying that you're showing him how. Then when you do, he gives a bit of lore/history behind the recipes.

Like, maybe from Lurelin he asks Link for Seafood Paella or Creamy Heart Soup or Baked Banana. From Hateno, either Fruity Tomato Stew or Cheesy Tomato or Hylian Pizza, maybe even some Sunny Pumpkin dishes. From Kakariko, he asks for Meat-Stuffed Pumpkin or Pumpkin Stew. From Terry Town, any number of Monster food. From Zora's Domain, you need.... actually they don't really seem to have any specialty recipes, so I guess I'll just use Crab Risotto & Snail Chowder as examples. From Rito Village, Salmon Meuniere or any of the Meat Stews. From Gerudo Town, Prime Pultry Pilaf. From Goron City, Meat Curry. From the Great Forest, maybe he asks you for Sauteed Nuts or Glazed Mushrooms.

Then, the 3rd one, he posits that the destroyed villages had unique recipes only made there & mourns the loss of culinary history. So, he wonders if there's anyone descended from people who lived in these places who'd had these recipes passed down to them. This would prompt Link to search Hyrule for such individuals, thus leading to the discovery of recipes from Age of Calamity, such as the Mabe Soufflé, Tabantha Bake, & Deya Hot Pot. (It'd be interesting if Link was implied to have known the recipe for the Deya Hot Pot at one point, but had forgotten it. So, for this one, instead, you need to go to Deya & find the remains of the house he grew up in, which would activate a childhood memory of eating with his family, thus allowing him to remember the recipe.)

Then, to complete the quest, Burmano heard of a legendary dish served at the Champion's Inaguration, so he asks Link directly if he remembers what it was. This leads to Link having to go on another quest, this time to Hyrule Castle where he activates another memory in either the kitchen or the ballroom or something, thus remembering the recipe & allowing him to teach Burmano the Ceremonial Platter.

It'd also have been neat if there were some Zonai recipes to be found around the Sky Islands & the other Zonai Ruins around Hyrule such as the Dragon Ruins in Faron & Burmano later had you take pictures of tablets with inscriptions on them, but you couldn't read them so you take them to Wortsworth or Tauro & he translates.

Maybe one of the rewards for completing the cooking list is a recipe book that Burmano made & it's sort of a reference to the fanmade Banquet of the Wild recipe book IRL. It wouldn't really be anything you could use, but it'd appear in the Dreamhouse's kitchen & would be something memorable for Link as a character.

Maybe it could increase the amount of criticals in cooking or something? At least when using your kitchen at the Dreamhouse.

I DO very much like how Malanya was done here though. It's interesting & incentivizes cooking.

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I also wish that there was an option to mention to Rotana in the Mysterious Eighth quest that the circle orb was on loan from Dalia, thus making her a contributor to Rotana's research as well. In fact, I wish that Link had the option to tell Dalia at the very beginning what the orb was for. Which might spark her interest & after winning her challenge, she'd follow you to meet Rotana in the Gerudo Shelter & the 2 would discuss history & legends. After that, she's there when you bring any other orbs & she makes a comment alongside Rotana. Then, afterwards, Dalia says that she doesn't mind keeping the orb there because it isn't like it's too far away. She can come see it anytime.

I feel like it would've been interesting if Dalia became Rotana's sort of apprentice. Just as sort of a characterization thing.

If not that, then I wish that it was an option to return the circle orb to Dalia after completing the Mysterious Eighth quest. I mean, it was on loan, so it should be an option to return it. It wouldn't be an official side-quest or anything nor do I see it as having a huge reward, just something nice & polite to do.

Also, with the missing cucco mission, I get that the way to complete it is by bringing another one down the well, but people have actually managed to get the chicken out of the well, so I feel like there should be 2 ways to complete the mission. Either you bring another down their & get 1 egg or you manage to get the cucco back up & get a reward from the girl.

Like, being able to buy eggs from her? Kinda like the guy at Hateno Ranch that you can trade Acorns for Milk?

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Other things I'd change is being able to tell Perda that her husband is in jail in the Gerudo Shelter & tell Pokki that one of the statues sank underground. And the Gerudo on Flaxel's team should be wearing warm clothes when they go to effing Hebra!!

Also, why tf can you STILL not pet the dogs?? I also wish that if you had a tree branch in your bag that you could throw it & the dogs would chase & these would both get you affection.

I'm also a little upset that you can't pet the other domestic animals such as your own horse or the sheep & cows. Maybe if you pet a cow enough times you get 1 free milk everyday?

Also, where are the cats??

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I would've also liked more actual content in the Depths & Sky Islands.

Like, we hear that the Rito are scouting the Sky Islands, but you never SEE it. So, it'd be neat to just find some looking around up there & maybe even talking to Steward Constructs.

Also, maybe the Mogma from Skyward Sword are residents of the Depths? It would've been nice to see tiny villages of Mogma speckled here & there. Possibly some living in Gorondia with a different race of Gorons living there too. I actually saw some fanart of what someone thought the Depths Gorons would look like & I loved it!

Look at this shit! He's so cool-looking! I wonder if Dondon are natural predators to them?

(Obviously not my art, if the artist wishes for me to remove it, please, just ask & I will. At the same time, it's so cool looking! 🎶)

Along with a few other flora & fauna for the Depths. We only really got Puffshrooms & Muddle Buds.

The Sky Islands have a good handful. Such as Stambulbs, Sundelions, Skyshrooms, Fire Fruit, Ice Fruit, Shock Fruit, Splash Fruit, Dazzlefruit, & Ancient Arowana. So, they honestly don't need anything else.

If nothing else, shouldn't there also have been Brightcaps & Glowing Cave Fish down there? Also, I'd have liked to be able to register a Stalhorse somehow, but I suspect that that'd take some finagling.

Maybe some Occas living in the ruins of Skyloft? I mean, only the Goddess Statue sank back to Hyrule so Skyloft should still be up there, right?

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Also, if there's ever a threequel to this series, I hope they move to the water. Like one thing I really miss that I don't think has been really explored since the OoT & MM remakes is diving & swimming freely. I really enjoyed TP's swimming mechanics. I also loved the Zora Armor there.

I can imagine getting the Zora Armor in this new game & then getting an upgrade of sorts. Like, maybe bigger flippers, webbing between the fingers of the gloves. Also, the Zora Armor in TP had a fukumen-style face mask that you only saw while Link swam underwater & I imagine that it's made of some sort of material that filters the oxygen out of water. Whether magically or biologically.

Like, for instance, maybe it's made of some kind of magical frog skin. Because frogs breathe & drink through their skin. So, that could be something cool!

Definitely one inspired by the Rana cancrivora or Crab-Eating Frog, which is a euryhaline frog. Meaning that it can swim in either freshwater or saltwater.

I'd call it an Aquaskin Frog & this is what I think it'd look like:

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There are probably other little things, but I'll come back later for them.

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