Instead of giving raises or allowing vacations, Vincent decides to personally treat his employees on new year's eve.
The other cooks: (Why is that guy getting the biggest loaf…😒duh)
& Vince getting stomachache from skipping meals, so the food duo broke into his apartment to the rescue🤗
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omg IM LOSING MY MIND. THE STUDIO INVESTIGRAVE NEW YEAR ART HAS MASKS OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS RIGHT?!?!
NORMAL GUY ON TOP, THEN THE DOPPELS, THEN MANON OK OK OK?!?!
NORMAL GUY IS FLOOR 9 (THE ROOF)
THE DOPPELS ARE FLOOR 8
AND THEREFORE, MANON IS FLOOR 7.
THE BUTCHER FLOOR.
THE FUCKI MEAT FLOOR
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Guys, what's the problem with people liking Hua Cheng being a bottom?? It was Hua Cheng himself who said “top and bottom are not the same thing?”, so what do you expect? That Hua Cheng would just be the top and not accept being the bottom at some point?
Please, we are talking about the Hua Cheng, not some any generic top out there.
People don't accept a 6'9 femboy Bottom on top. Disgusting 😤
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Hey Ghoul I hope your doing well!
I had a question about Fae!Soap.... What did you mean when you said he 'eats' his darlings?
Like did you mean he physically eats them whole and leaves nothing behind as in they're dead?
Or do you mean it in the sense that he devours their very being, their essence, their soul leaving them an empty shell once the dept is repaid.
Because I thought Fae Ghost and Konig were scary but I'm more afraid of soap now thinking he's done this to multiple ex darlings.
I got literal shivers when you said he eats them
Hi! Hello! I'm doing well, back in the states and eagerly typing away as I am meant to be. I had a lot of fun but it's nice to be home again!
Soap is a Leannán Sídhe, he is made to consume your very essence and being. He's made to be a muse, to inspire fits of mania and inspiration that will eventually drain their artist dry down to their very soul. His Darlings live very brief but very productive lives, and in those lives his only desire is making them produce more faster for him with little care the toll it takes on them. I'm gonna write some fae!Soap horror with a previous darling now.
Your shoulders are stiff, your mind sluggish, you haven't been sleeping well. Every time your head hits the pillow you're struck by another idea that you have to write down. You're too worried about losing it, inspiration has always been so fleeting for you, and your memory isn't what it was a few months ago. You rub at your eyes, scratching the corners with the edge of your nail. You hiss when the skin drags too harshly, pressing your finger against the sting that stops your work.
Soap's fingers grip your chin, pulling you to let him look in at your eye. His gaze is electric green, it's mesmerizing as his eyes flick over your face. Electric green, that's good, you should write that down. He doesn't let you go, his attention pulling you away from your work long enough to remind you of your rapidly approaching migraine. Have you eaten anything today? When is the last time you even touched food?
When is the last time you got up from your desk?
Soap smiles at you, a warm but pitying thing. When did he start staying with you? Why can't you remember the last time you saw your friends? The last time your phone buzzed with a new message from anyone but your editor? Had you even sent your last draft to anyone?
Soap nods, nods your head with his firm fingers. Is he doing this?
He opens his mouth when you do, the words catching in your throat at the way his teeth shine. The second set of molars that he has catching your eyes as you look up at him. That would be good, you think, for an unassuming monster. A nice detail.
You're breathing with your stomach, a conscious, forceful movement to keep air circulating. Soap leans down and kisses you so terribly gently, his tongue swiping through the blood that's started to drip from your nose.
"Think you're almost cooked Bonnie," he murmurs turning you back to your desk, "dinnae want you knocking it before you finish this draft though, I quite like this one."
You raise shaking hands to your keyboard, reading through the last lines of what you'd been working on to find your place again. Soap kisses your temple, easy as can be.
You don't know what you're so nervous about. Soap's fingers massage your shoulders, thumbs pressing on either side of your spine, dragging the ache from your neck. You almost feel bad that you haven't been paying much attention to him recently, not very good partner behavior on your part. You'll do better once you finish this draft, you think he'll like it. It's inspire by him after all.
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Fresh Japanese & Korean street food 🇯🇵🇰🇷
🥘 chicken katsu curry: panko fried chicken thigh, sushi rice, Japanese curry sauce, pickles, greens
🍔 wagyu burger bao buns: seasoned premium beef, lettuce, red onion, parmesan, burger sauce, crispy onions, sesame
🍲 chicken karaage poke bowl: soy, garlic and ginger marinated
🌭 korean corndogs: soy, sesame oil, garlic, coriander, black pepper, sweet chilli mayo, spring onion, shichimi
🍟 dirty fries: sriracha, sweet soy, mayo, sesame, spring onion, crispy onions
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HAPPY 413! Here's more of the [non-Sburb AU] Filipino/multiracial Striders I write and draw. Bitter melon was on sale in the store, so I bought a ton, and I was like, 'How can I make this Homestuck content?' Lol. I like the taste, but I thought it would be funny to have Bro bully Dave into eating it as a punishment for being a sneaky vegetable-hating teen. (Good thing Lil Cal is always there to keep an eye on him when Bro is out.)
Idk, mostly wanted to draw the food, bc bitter melon looks so fun when it's sliced like that.
Bro and Dave are both trans men.
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[Dave walks in on Bro cooking. Lil Cal is seated at the table already.]
Dave: the fuck- what are you cooking
Bro: Ginisang ampalaya. Heard you're not eatin' your veggies.
Dave: cal... fuckin snitch
Bro: HEY.
Dave: seriously what is that alien dick
Dave: ugh its all bumpy too
Bro: Bitter melon. It tastes like cucumber skin, but has a better texture.
Dave: fuckin gross
Bro: What, are you a fuckin' pussy? Too white to try pagkaing Pilipino? ["Filipino food"]
Dave: damn right if it involves warty dick-cumbers
Dave: aint filipino no more
Dave: gonna have to hog the white genes on this
Bro: Here. Prob want some cock sauce on that.
[The food has crisp bitter melon, melted tomatoes, and scrambled eggs.]
Dave: ugh do i have to eat it
Bro: Yes.
[Everyone is seated at the table. 'Cock sauce' is Sriracha because of the rooster on the bottle.]
Dave: oh its not bad
Dave: ... [The bitterness sets in.]
Lil Cal: HAA HAA
Dave: is this even edible
Bro: Sure is. [Bro eats it normally.] And if I hear you're not eating your vegetables... Well, I'll just have to cook more of the same thing dad used to make me. There's enough to last all week.
Dave: ...fuck
Bro: Eat up. It's healthy.
Dave: please dont make me eat this
Dave: ill eat any other vegetables ok? just not this
Bro: That's what I wanna hear. But you're still finishing this one. For throwing out all that food.
Dave: ugh
END.
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