#we're not gonna eat meat today and all that

[omarfor-orchestra]

Well maybe I'll serve gender at my cousin's graduation party as well

#i don't know if I'm THAT gnc probably not but i feel gender in this room today #ok so the point is they're really Christian #but they're not homophobic #i think #i mean ny aunt's brother has a husband so yk #don't know if he's gonna be there tho #like. they're good christians #we're not gonna eat meat today and all that #but maybe there's someone who's less good and I'm gonna make sure to piss them off #sorry about spamming myself i just feel kinda hot

[orcboxer]

Sure there's zombies killing and eating people on the street but those people are not dying from the virus they're dying from comorbidities. For instance, that guy we saw getting eaten on the way into work today clearly died from blood loss, not infection, plus he already had a heart condition. People with preexisting conditions are just going to have to take care of themselves. Say it with me, "They're all already dead to me." See, that feels a lot better now doesn't it?

Good because you still have to go to work. No we're not paying you extra. Yes we're doubling grocery prices. No you don't qualify for disability. Or healthcare. Or a home.

Look, if you get bitten, you can stay home for one day, I guess 😒, but then you need to come in early. We're really short staffed at the moment, despite our company's profits being higher than ever. In fact we may be laying some of you off next month. You don't mind working off the clock right?

Also you look silly with that protective gear. We're gonna harass you for it, not like institutionally but just socially. Who cares if a zombie attacks you? Who cares if we invite them into the building? You don't need to defend yourself, you're just overreacting. If you get bitten just tell everyone the festering bite mark is from a different animal, that's what we all do.

And hey, don't worry so much. It's endemic, which means we don't have to keep track of how many people are dying from it anymore. Just look at those numbers! It's only killed 2,000 people in America this week! That's basically nobody! We're back to normal!

If everything starts tasting like rotting meat for the rest of your life, it's probably something else. If you experience brain fog or you forget things constantly or you're tired all the time after even minor physical activity, it's just because you're lazy. Yes every other virus you ever get will also be increasingly worse but that's just a coincidence. Those viruses just happen to be exponentially worse now.

Plus, those few weeks during the lockdown were terrible for my mental health. I just can't keep living like that, so we have to go back to normal life, which now involves people biting each other and twitching uncontrollably and rotting visibly.

You can't expect the world to wait for you. "Already dead to me," remember?

#bummer post #covid

[kcrossvine-art]

Heya folks! Its been a bit, food insecurity is a bitch, but today on the quest of cooking our way through Lord of the Rings we're gonna be making a dish exclusively mentioned in the 2007 MMO-

We will be making a Rohan Pasty! 

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes into a Rohans Pasty?” YOU MIGHT ASKBasics. Meat n potatoes of your meat-in-dough food. .

All-purpose flour

Salt

Baking powder

Vegetable oil

Olive oil

Ground beef

Garlic salt

Ground cumin

Chili powder

Dried oregano

Waxy potato

Garlic

White onion

Egg

"A delicious local pastry filled with beef and potatoes."- LOTRO Rohan is a kingdom of humans in middle-earth, and the description point towards a cornish pasty (yes, pasty not pastry). Oddly enough the image is more of an empanada but you win some you lose some. This heritage informs much of the shape and ingredients of this dish, however we're opting to cook most of the ingredients before adding them in, contrary to going in raw as a cornish pasty calls for. I chose to deviate here because cooking beforehand allows more seasoning to be crammed in. The english hate seasoning.

AND, “what does a Rohans Pasty taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

Tastes like the best pot pie youve had, less soggy

Excellent for an after-rugby/martial arts/soccer dinner

The potatoes are foundational

Despite needing the least work

Pasta salad (cucumber, olives, pepperocini) would pair well as a side

And would also pair well with beer

This meal bears the gold star sticker of not having any major issues! Hooray! Maybe its increased comfortability in the kitchen, or maybe its because of how very simple this one is. Chopped roasted bell pepper might be good in the filling in the future.

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Get the dough ready ahead of time- its mentioned in the recipe below but i also wanted to say a foreword here that it needs to sit in the fridge for a few hours. Just so ya dont get everything out and realise itd take too long for dinner tonight. Speaking of dough, i feel like it could have more flavor added to it. Its bland and although its not part of the tradition of the meal its based off of, cornish meat pasty, it might be nice to add some spices like cumin or black pepper to the flour. 

The meal reheats perfect- wrap in papertowl and put it in the microwave for 30 seconds per pasty.

When picking your potatoes make sure theyre "new" potatoes (baby ones) or whichever potato with the least amount of starch you can get. Its important for it to cook inside the pasty that it not have too much lest it get Mushy Bad.

Another thing about its real-life inspo; Cornish pastys were workers food, stuff you could carry into the mines, stuff thatd reheat well. You could hold the crust with your dirty hands and throw it away once you ate the rest. I always feel partial to these foods. Although I'd still eat the dirty crust.

This recipe earns a solid 8/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) 

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Dough Ingredients:

370g all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon baking powder

74g vegetable oil

240g warm water

Filling Ingredients:

2 tablespoons(ish) olive oil

1 pound ground beef

2 tablespoons tomato paste

Garlic salt to taste

Ground cumin to taste

Chili powder to taste

Dried oregano to taste

5 cloves garlic, minced

1 white onion, diced

Method:

Combine flour, salt and baking powder.

Add oil and water into mixer with dough hook running at medium speed. Mix for 1 minute, stopping several times to scrape the sides of the bowl.

When mixture comes together and begins to form a ball, decrease mixing speed to low. Continue to mix just until dough is smooth.

Take the dough ball, safely wrap it, and transfer to fridge. Let sit for at minimum 2 hours.

For the meat, get a large skillet, and add some olive oil over medium heat. Add the ground beef and garlic salt, cook until the beef is cooked completely.

Drain the beef and set aside.

In the same pan, add the garlic, onions, cumin, chili powder, oregano, and salt.

Cook until the onions are softened but not brown, 10 to 15 minutes. Re-add the beef and cook over low heat for about 5 more minutes.

Back to the dough, transfer dough from fridge to well-floured work surface. Roll into log and divide into 10 equal portions. 

Preheat oven to 350f.

Form each piece into a ball and flatten each with a rolling pin.

Add a layer of diced potatos down the middle of the pastys. Add the meat filling to each. Fold the sides of the dough up to seal on top in the middle.

Gently turn the pasty on its side and crimp the edge, alternating a braid pattern. Use knife to cut an "X" shaped slit in the top. Repeat for each pasty.

Place the pastys on a greased baking sheet. Lightly coat each pasty with an eggwash using a basting brush.

Cook for about 50 minutes, or until golden brown, and let cool!

#cross cooks lotr #lotro #the hobbit #lord of the rings #food recipe

[lizzieislife94x]

Pool Party (e.o)

Requested <3

 LizziexG!P Reader

Might get another 2 Requests done today 

Y/ns POV: 

I can't help but laugh as scarlett walks past Colin and shoves him in the pool and walks away like nothing happened "no way that just happened" I yell to scar as she gives me an innocent smile damn coiln must have annoyed her, the only reason I got to meet these awesome people is because my girlfriend works with them but they quickly accepted me as one of their own I'm snapped out of my thoughts as lizzie comes walking out in a brownish orangeish bikini making my mouth drop open she walks over to me with a giggle wrapping her arms around my waist "mhh hey baby might wanna close your mouth before you catch flies" I look down at her as I'm slightly taller and bite my lip "fuck baby you look sexy I can't help but admire how perfect you are" she smirks and leans up kissing me as my hands rest comfortably on her ass squeezing gently pulling her closer to me "mhh baby don't get to excited" lizzie whispers in my ear as her hand discreetly squeezes my dick making me groan at her touch I hate when she's in a teasing mood especially when she knows I can't do anything about it I pull away and wink at lizzie before running to the pool yelling "CANANBALL" everyone cheers and laughs as lizzie shakes her head smiling at me I motion for her to come in which she does with alot more grace than me I go the corner where its empty as lizzie swims to me wrapping her legs around my waist and arms around my neck "hey baby" she whispers gently kissing my lips I smile kissing her back as I take her firm ass cheeks in my hands she bites my lip as I move my right hand round to her thigh sliding it higher as she looks at me with wide eyes "if you wanna be bold and tease me baby you'll have to pay the price" I husk into her ear as my thumb rubs her clit over her bikini bottoms causing her to dig her nails into my back "not here baby someone will see" she breaths out making me smirk "no-one will see princess only way they'll know is if you can't control yourself I mean I have absolutely no problem fucking you infornt of everyone making you scream till you beg me to stop" as soon as I finish my sentence I pull her panties to the side as I slide 2 fingers through her folds as I lean forward kissing her neck she moans closing her eyes as I sink 2 fingers deep inside her with no warning "shh shh shh baby or all your co workers as gonna hear how you sound getting fucked" I bite my lip as she groans into my ear "y/n lizzie you guys wanting hotdogs or burgers" I smirk and look over at scarlett "no we're good thanks might get one later I'm just enjoying a few minutes alone chatting with lizzie" I yell as I continue to thrust my fingers faster I can feel her walls tighten around me but I pull my fingers out before she cums as her eyes snap open and she glares at me "you want to tease well tease ill let you cum later don't worry my love but for now we have guests" I quickly let go of lizzie and swim to the edge as I climb out "you know what can I have a hotdog please scar" she smiles and nods as I go grab a beer I feel lizzies eyes burning into me but ignore it as I lay comfortably on the sun lounger, scarlett hands me a hotdog as I lay back and eat it after 20 minutes a pouty lizzie walks over to me "baby that was so mean" I lift my shades and smirk "sorry my love but if you hadn't noticed were throwing a party" she frowns and sits down in my lap cuddling up to me I gently rub my hand up and down her arm as she snuggles in getting comfortable "liz you wanting food" she looks up at scar "no thank you scar im good" she turns back cuddling into me as I lean down to whisper "I know what meat you want" I can't help but laugh as she slaps my chest "youre right but damn don't call me out" I pull her close and laugh "don't worry baby once they leave ill bring you back out here and fuck you in the pool" I feel her squeeze her thighs together and moan "you better" we spent the rest of the day hanging with friends laughing dancing and drinking. 

5 hours later

"I love our friends but God I'm glad they're gone" I say laughing as I walk over to lizzie wrapping my arms around her "I know right but I wanted them to leave 3 hours ago so you could fuck me but they didn't take the hint" I can't help but laugh and slap her ass as I pick her up and run to the pool jumping in with with a splash, we both come up laughing as I bite my lip and kick my shorts off before throwing them to her as soon as she realises what it is she swims to me fast making me laugh "someone's a little desperate" I pin her to the wall of the pool and easily get her bikini top off while my other hand goes down to remove her bottoms leaving her naked she loosens my bikini top biting her lip leaving us both naked "fuck I've wanted to do this since you walked out in that bikini " I say as I kiss and suck her neck gently I feel her wrap her legs around me trying to grind her core against my dick "if you don't calm down my love ill edge you all night and go to sleep without letting you cum" I hear her inhale sharply as my words hit her "I'm sorry baby ill be good, I just need you" I look up into her eyes as I slide my hand down to grab my dick lining myself up with her entrance as I slide inside her with one sharp thrust bottoming out as she screams and scratches my back "is that better my love is this what you wanted" I moan into her ear as I suck the lobe gently she tries to control herself before speaking "mmh mhhh fuck yes thank you baby" I kiss her roughly as I start to thrust my hips after a few minutes I stop and look into her eyes "yeah baby this is harder I can't get the right force with my thrusts how about I fuck you on the sun lounger" she nods as I walk out of the pool still inside her , her moans filling my ears at the movements I quickly lay her on the lounger climbing ontop of her as I insert myself into her tight cunt again both of us moaning "uh fuck much better my love" I smirk as I start to thrust at the pace I wanted to it doesn't take long for her to cum all down my cock as she spasms under me the sound of my dick slamming into her wet pussy turning me on more "uh fuck baby yes so fucking tight i love it when you cum all over my cock" I moan as I continue my brutal pounding not letting her recover from her orgasm I feel my own getting closer as I lean down biting her neck switching to kissing ny way to her jaw "fuck baby I'm gonna cum really fucking soon where do you want it where will I cum" I feel her nails digging in more as she wraps her legs around me trapping me inside her I couldn't get out if I wanted to the motion enough to send me over the edge as I start to cum with a loud moan as my body falls onto her I feel like there's no end to my cum it keeps shooting both of us moaning into eachothers mouths "fuck lizzie you've never let me cum inside you, you always make me pull out and finish on your stomach tits or ass" she pants as she makes me look at her "I wanted you inside me" I don't even question her I just rest my head on her chest as we both regain our composure after 10 minutes I get up sliding out of her both of us moaning I smirk as my dick slips out and a little of my cum dribbles out her cunt "I felt like i came forever I'm surprised it wasn't like a waterfall when I pulled out" I giggled as lizzie looks at me "baby it shot deep inside me plus while I'm laying like this not much will happen I'm sure when i get up more will dribble out but just so you know that's what's gonna happen everytime we fuck it felt to good to not let it happen again" I bite my lip and lean forward kissing her gently "ok baby let's get you showered and ready for bed" we quickly made our way inside and showered together before getting into bed and cuddling while watching a movie before we fell asleep in one an others arms  

AN: Enjoy babes 😘 all feedback welcomed requests are always open also if anyone just wants to chat feel free to message me im a nice person 😊haha anyway stay hydrated babes word count 1.6k 

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #oneshot #fanfic #wattpad #marvel mcu #smut #mcu fanfiction #mcu #lizzieislife94x #wanda maximoff #wanda marvel #wandavision #mommy wanda #wanda mcu #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximommy #wanda smut

[soupbabe]

Hey! So recently I was thinking back to the cannibal! reader with stu, and I was wondering if you can do that with the Sinclair siblings (separate ofc) with an s/o that’s a cannibal

The Sinclair Brothers with a Cannibal! S/o

Tbh cannibal reader is one of my fav kinds of reader to write <3 Honestly, these aren't the most romantic headcanons around, they're silly at most 😅

Warning: mentions and talk of blood and guts I guess lmao, the title is enough warning

Bo Sinclair

- Okay yeah Bo isn't known for his moral compass but I know that you were able to freak him out

- Today was rough, he's been chasing and going after a victim that he was sure slipped through his fingertips So to make him feel better you made him some chilli, not quite telling him what was in it yet

- He'd air out his grievances with his failure and you reassure him that you caught them for him...just to tell him that you're eating them right now.

- His eyes go wide as he spits out his food, he's more mad that you didn't tell him what's in his food than the actual act

- After Bo's initial shock calms down, he'll pull you close and kiss your forehead, telling you that you did a good job hunting and am even better job at cooking <3

- though if we're being honest it still traumatized him just a lil bit. From now on, everytime you serve him something with meat, he's side eyeing it and poking it around to make sure it wasn't someone he thought Vincent nabbed first

Vincent Sinclair

- I do think that you and Vincent would argue time to time just because of how protective he can be around the bodies

- He can't afford a body part to go missing for his sculptures, his brothers can't count on their hands the amount of times Vincent has nagged them for damaging the victims so severely

- Ignore that he has canonically decapitated a guy with no issue shh

- So there's a new rule for the two of you: first come first serve. Whoever captures and kills first gets to keep it.

- Honestly it's like a fun little game between you two, something to bond over

- Though I'd imagine there are moments where Vincent is sweet on you and tries to harvest some meat for you, sew his victims back up, and use them like they're good as new <3

Lester Sinclair

- I think he surprises himself with how calm he is when he sees you eating out of the not-100%-roadkill pile when you first meet. He knows what you're eating isn't deer or squirrel

- Sure, it's not something he'd ever think he'd ever see, he's keeping a knife close as he gets closer and takes you in

- I can't explain it but it's not that Lester is accepting and no judgemental of your diet, it's more that he's learned over the years to just not question things and to roll with the punches

- He likes to keep his s/o satisfied, he wants to make sure you at least eat your food safely and healthily

- So he hatches a plan to lurk outside Ambrose, wait for those who get to escape the twins, only for them to get "accidentally" ran over.

- Lester is such a sweetheart and is willing to wait all night for escapes and maybe a hitchhiker if he's desperate. He's always making sure that you're gonna be fed and stocked up for the next week <3

#house of wax 2005 #house of wax x reader #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader

[stone-stars]

Transcript:

[8bbc theme fades out] Murph: Welcome to 8-bit book club, the only book club that makes you dumber. (laughs) I'm laughing because Emily has the mic at the ready to interrupt me. [Caldwell laughs.] Interrupt the intro. But yes, I'm joined as always by my life-slash-comedy partner, Emily Axford. Emily: Sup, bitch! Caldwell: (laughs) not really on theme, but okay. Murph: Whatup. Yeah, whatup. Uh, and the, uh-- Emily: Oh, I didn't even think to do that. We just were talking about "bitch" so much before we started this. Caldwell: Yeah. Murph: Yeah, and the, uh, Aerith Gainsborough to my Cloud Strife, Caldwell Tanner. Caldwell: (laughs) What's up, it's me, the music bitch! [Emily and Murph laugh.] Murph: Yeah, what's up bitches! Caldwell: Can't get enough of the stuff! [Emily laughs] Murph: We're say-- we're saying "bitch" a lot today, apparently. Emily came in and she kept calling everyone bitch, and referring to herself as bitch. Caldwell: Emily-- Emily said it was cool if we did it. Murph: She said-- Emily: (quietly) No, I said I'm allowed to. Murph: What were you saying? Because we're gonna go-- we're gonna go out to eat after this, and you said-- Emily: I said (exaggerated) this bitch is getting meat! Murph: This bitch is getting meat. You also-- Emily: (exaggerated) This bitch is getting the 12-ounce New York Strip Steak! [Caldwell laughs.] Murph: You were also talking about daddy. Daddy is taking us to go get dinner. Emily: Yeah, I said-- If we record a very good podcast, daddy's gonna take us to get some steak! Murph: This is… Caldwell: That's true. And you meant like-- Murph: Off to a strange, sexual start. Caldwell: You meant like, our collective daddy. Like, the kind of philosophical daddy, which represents you self-disciplining yourself. Emily: Well-- what I said is that everyone has their own inner daddy. Caldwell: Right. Emily: And inner daddy can treat you if you-- um-- if you are good. Caldwell: Right. And that's what-- Emily: You have an inner baby and an inner daddy. Murph: Awh. What? [Emily and Caldwell laugh.] Caldwell: I don't like where this is going. Emily: Baby I mean like-- child. Caldwell: Right Murph: Okay. Emily: Not like baby like, santa baby. Caldwell: Listen, Murph, we're past that basic bullshit where we talk about self care. It's all about uh-- treating your little inner baby-- [Emily laughs.] Caldwell and Murph: --and being your own daddy. Emily: You have to discipline-- Murph: We have discussed in the past being your own daddy. Emily: You have to discipline your inner baby, and be your own daddy. (laughs) So stop going and getting pedicures and acting like that's what you owe yourself. No, your inner baby is soft. Caldwell: Right. Emily: It needs to start pumping up. Murph: Oh my god. Caldwell: Hey. Spare the rod, spoil the daddy. [Emily cackles. Caldwell laughs.] Murph: Everybody-- Alright. Alright bitches, shut the fuck up. Uh, this week-- Emily: Spare the-- [cackles] Murph: Would you guys--? This one's-- This is gonna be a loose one, 'cause we didn't read a book.

#8bbc #8 bit book club #8bbclips #naddpod #emily axford #caldwell tanner #brian murphy #'spare the rod spoil the...' is. insane. caldwell just says things #i can't finish that sentence because it'll nuke this post from orbit lol #8bbc really tests the limits of what i can type to get stuff to show up in the tags

[seungminnie-meong]

roommate ateez reacting to you dealing with mental illness

Your roommate Ateez finding out/reacting to you having a mental illness. GN reader for all, Feminine clothing in Wooyoungs, makeup in sans.  CW for mental illness including depression, bipolar/mania, self-harm (if you're sensitive skip San and Mingi) , and eating disorders/body dysmorphia (if you're sensitive skip Wooyoung and Jongho)

Hongjoong was never one to pry. He usually minded his own business, and you minded yours. That was how the two of you worked so well as roommates. But one day, he couldn’t shake the notion that something was wrong. It was nearly 7 pm and he hadn’t seen you the entire day. He decided to go out and pick up some ingredients to make dinner for the both of you, as he hadn’t seen you eat at all so far today. When he came back, you were still holed up in your room, so he decided against his non-prying nature, and gently knocked on your door. He heard some quiet shuffling, and after a few moments, a tired looking you opened the door. He smiled, glad to know you were okay.

“I bought us some stuff to make dinner, I know you haven’t eaten all day. Do you want to help me?” He offered gently, and you nodded. You were slightly embarrassed to still be in your pajamas at 7 at night, but Hongjoong understood. He never asked any questions, he just quietly sat beside you and made sure you always knew you didn’t have to be alone through this. He knew you didn’t always feel like talking about it, and that was okay. The two of you stood quietly in the kitchen while you chopped vegetables and Joongie cooked up some meat. He stopped to play some music over the speaker he kept in the kitchen. As Billie Jean played through the speaker he began to sway and dance to the beat and you just giggled at him. He grabbed both of your hands to get you to dance along and you just laughed. He may have been a professional dancer but the way he was dancing now was definitely intended only to make you laugh. You began to dance along with him as best as you could, abandoning your chopped vegetables. Hongjoong started jumping around, singing into his wooden spoon as a mic, putting on a complete kitchen concert. Before you know it, you forget what you were even sad about to begin with. 

Seonghwa was caring by nature, and he was the first to notice when you started to have a depression spell. He knew he couldn’t stop the depression from coming on, but he could help you by making sure you were well taken care of. The first day he noticed you sleeping in until noon, he was doing your laundry for you and reminding you to brush your teeth. The day he noticed you hadn’t bothered with eating any real food, he was filling up your water bottle and placing it on your nightstand and cooking ramyeon for the two of you for dinner. But, the day he heard you sniffling and crying behind the closed door of your room, he was at a loss. He felt helpless. He knew how to take care of your needs, but when it came to helping you with the actual depression, he was stuck. He sat in the living room, conflicted. He had never dealt with depression before. He had his bouts with anxiety occasionally, but this was a different kind of beast. He thought back on what helped him when he felt sad. He walked back to his room and pulled all the blankets and stuffies off of his bed and marched back to your door, knocking twice before pushing the door open. “Hwa? What are you doing?” you said through teary eyes. “We're gonna build a fort.” “Why?” You choked out a sob, and Seonghwa fought the urge to not cry himself. He was a pretty emotional guy, and you were important to him. Seeing you cry made him sad. To distract himself, he got busy pulling blankets over your furniture, slowly making the fort come together. After a minute, you stopped sniffling, getting up from your bed to help him. It was so absurd that you really had no other choice but to help him, I mean he was in your room after all. As the two of you worked together to put your pillows and plushies in the final places and admire your work, Seonghwa pulled you into the fort and into his chest to hold you tightly. “I know I don’t always know how to help you feel better or what to say, but I want you to know I’m always here for you no matter what, okay?”

Yunho was an early riser. He liked waking up early to get a run in before he started his day. So imagine his surprise when he woke up to find you still awake from the day before. He leaned against your doorframe in his workout clothes, looking at you confused. “What are you still doing up? It’s seven in the morning.” You just put your phone down and shrugged, a yawn escaping your lips. You knew exactly what it was, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell Yunho. The pharmacy hadn’t been able to fill your meds yet this week and you could feel a hypomanic episode coming on. Yunho was somewhat aware that you had bipolar type II because he knew you took medication every day, but he didn’t really understand what it was like if you were off your medication. Your thoughts had been racing since early that day, and you’d been going nonstop since you got home from work, cleaning your whole bedroom from top to bottom. Yunho looked at you quizzically, not convinced. “I just can’t sleep,” It wasn’t entirely a lie, but not entirely the truth either. He looked worried for you. Ever since you moved in together, Yunho was like a big brother to you, he was always concerned about your mental health and making sure you were taking care of yourself. “Alright, if you’re not gonna sleep, at least keep me company on this run.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you up out of your warm comfy bed with many a complaint from you. But you couldn’t deny that the idea of a run sounded nice to get some of your energy out. You pushed him out and shut the door behind him so you could pull on some shorts and a hoodie with some sneakers, and he met you at the door with two full water bottles. The two of you kept an easy jogging pace and got to watch the sun come over the horizon, which was really beautiful. By the time you got back, you could finally feel tiredness seeping into the back of your mind. When you woke up from your couple hour nap on you and yunho’s shared couch, he was freshly showered with wet hair in a hoodie and sweats playing on his playstation. You sat behind him and leaned on his back; cheek squished against his shoulder. “Feeling well rested?” you felt the reverberations of his chuckle through his back. “A little bit.” you yawned. “Thanks for making me go running with you, I couldn’t sleep because the stupid pharmacy hasn’t been able to refill my meds this week and I've been feeling so manic.” You explained. He reached around and placed a hand on your knee. “You could’ve just told me, you know I’m always here to help you. I know I don’t always know what to do but I’m always here for you bubs.” 

Yeosang is insanely empathetic, so there’s no hiding from him. The moment the two of you moved in together you realized he was always going to notice every little moodswing. It took some time before he became good at dealing with them, because at first he was far too shy to approach you about it, so he just sat idly by and worried about you whenever you got sad. After some time, he got braver, sometimes knocking gently on your door with a warm cup of tea and your favorite chocolate. After a while, you guys finally became friends, and Yeosang decided he wasn’t going to let you just suffer in silence, so he would invite you out with your other mutual friends and try to get you out of the house, even against his own introverted nature, just to get you to have some fun. But sometimes, there were really hard days, where you could hardly drag yourself out of bed. Even still Yeosang was right there beside you with a cold glass of water and some funny videos on his laptop to watch with you until he could get you out of bed. He knew everything was a matter of baby steps on your depressive days. And on manic days, like today, he was always there to listen to every racing thought, there to help pull you back to reality when you got too excited, and remind you to eat, shower, and take your meds. Yeosang even put a big calendar on the fridge with all of your therapy dates and medication refill times so you wouldn’t forget. He was your rock. Today, he was away at work, so you were trying your best to stay stable while you were alone. You were so ecstatic when you finally heard the front door open, you ran down the front hallway, sliding on the hardwood floor in your socks into Yeosang’s arms, giggling all the while. He gave you a big hug, patting your hair. You were so grateful for him.

You and your roommate San had made a little trip to Ikea to get a new vanity for your bedroom, and he had agreed that he would help you put it together. You had been slowly redecorating your room for the past few months now, and you were quite happy with the way it was coming along. The new vanity was just one final piece that you needed, along with a new bed frame and a couple of posters you had already ordered. You and San were dumping out the contents of your old vanity one drawer at a time, making piles of what you did and didn’t need to keep, as you hadn’t cleaned it out in as long as you should’ve. It had been probably 6 months or longer since you had cleaned out the vanity, and some of the makeup in it had probably expired by now, so San was checking the expiration dates on each product and making piles of what was still good and what was bad. You were going through other junk drawers including perfumes and skincare and doing the same. Suddenly you heard a gasp from San. You looked up to find a small bag in his hands, a bag you unfortunately recognized. “Y/n… What is this?” San muttered, a waver in his voice. It was a bag you used to keep razor blades in, and you hadn’t used them in a very long time, but you had never gotten around to disposing of them either since you had honestly forgotten about them. “Sannie, it’s not what it looks like, I promise i’ve been clean for a long time.” He met your eyes, and you swear you saw his eyes watering just slightly. “You promise?” “I swear. I’ll throw them away right now.” He wipes his eyes and stands, marching over to your bathroom. You follow behind him, and he dumps the contents of the bag into the toilet. He gives the blades a little wave before flushing them down. “Fuck those guys.” “Agreed.” “Promise me you’re okay, though?” “I promise, Sannie. “ He pulls you into a big hug.

Your roommate Mingi had brought you along to a party to get you out of the house. You didn’t mind it, you enjoyed parties, but since you had agreed to be the designated driver, you were holding back from drinking tonight. That didn’t stop you from dancing and having fun with Mingi and the rest of his friends. As the night continued on, you found yourself in a little group with Mingi and some of his other guy friends. Mingi was a little buzzed, and he was getting loud. Some of his friends were joking about Mingi being emo, and he loved that. “I love emo. I wanna be emo.” He slurred just a little bit, and you smiled at him. One of his friends looked over to you and sneered. “Your friend here is already emo, though.” The guy said. You were confused, there wasn’t anything inherently “emo” about your appearance, you were wearing a black sweater, but that was the extent of it. The guy and his other friend snicker, before the other guy lets out a joke. “Wrist check, am I right?” You were appalled. You had no idea how they knew about that, unless one of them saw your scars by accident when you hadn’t noticed. You were pissed. Mingi was just confused. You stormed off without a retaliation. You went out into the front yard to get some fresh air, and Mingi stumbled after you. “What happened? What does that mean?” He slurred. “Don’t worry about it Mingi. They were just being mean,” you explained. “I’m confused.” He whined. You turned to him and just looked at him with a pained expression. He really had no idea. “Look, Mingi, they were making fun of me for having self-harm scars.” You explained. His jaw dropped; he was shocked. He grabbed your hand. “I'm so sorry, Y/n, I had no idea. Those guys are assholes. I should go in there and-” “Mingi, no. It’s over now. Let’s just not hang out with those guys anymore.” “Deal. Are you okay? You don’t- you don’t do that anymore, do you?” He sounded concerned, like he had suddenly sobered up in the last few seconds. “I’m okay. It’s been a long time, but I'm doing better now. I just have old scars now, so now all I have to deal with is stupid people.” You told him. “That's good. I’m proud of you. And next time I’ll beat anyone’s ass that mentions them.” He grabs your hands in both of his and leads you back into the party. 

It was nearly two weeks before halloween, and you and wooyoung were in a rush to find the perfect costumes for a party you were both attending. Wooyoung, as your best friend and perfect roommate, was trying to convince you to wear something sexy and revealing to impress this guy you knew would be attending the party. He had helped you pick out a somewhat skimpy angel costume, a cat costume with more leather than you knew what to do with, and a cop with a quite short skirt. Honestly you felt a little ridiculous. Wooyoung was trying on all sorts of scary masks and hyping you up about your costumes, but you were worried about how you’d look in them. You found your way to the dressing room while Wooyo looked through various prop weapons. You breathed in deep and let it out, looking over the costumes Wooyoung picked out for you. You know he just wanted to help you look hot, but you of all people definitely weren’t going to look like the models on the packages. Your body just didn’t look like that. As you pulled on the first costume, a short white dress with cute little angel wings and a little angel halo headband, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. It looked alright, but the dress didn’t fit quite right. It didn’t lay the way it was supposed to and it rode up in certain places and it just didn’t look the way it was meant to. With a huff, you pulled the dress back over your head and moved on to option two. It was a leather catsuit with some cat themed accessories. You pulled on the catsuit, but it was the same thing as the dress. It just didn’t look right. Something about your body looked off. Something was wrong, but you couldn’t place your finger on it. You felt tears prick at your eyes as you pulled the catsuit off, getting ready to pull on the third costume. It was a short cop dress, and you just couldn’t stand the way your legs looked in it. At this point, you were really upset, and you hiccuped out a sob. You covered your mouth with your hands, hoping Wooyoung wouldn’t hear, but to no avail. In seconds, he was knocking on the dressing room door, worried. “Y/n?” Are you okay?” He called out for you. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m almost done.” You told him, but your voice was thick with tears. “Are you crying? Let me in.” You sighed but you opened the door for him anyway. He caught a look of the cop costume you were wearing and gave you a once over. “Woah. You look hot. Why are you crying, babe?” He enveloped you in a hug. “I don’t feel hot.” You hiccuped into his shoulder. He hummed in understanding. “I get it.” He placed his chin atop your head. “Your brain is telling you one thing, but I just want you to know you look so incredibly beautiful and this costume would totally kill any man who saw you in it, including me.” “Thanks, Wooyo. I just don’t think I’m confident enough to wear this kind of costume yet. They’re cute and all, but not for me.” “Then does that mean we can wear one of those stupid cheesy couples' costumes?!” He grinned at you. “Fine, Wooyoung.”  

You wake up with a splitting headache. You immediately regret drinking as much as you did last night. It was fun while it lasted, but it had horrible consequences this morning. There was a cold bottle of water and ibuprofen on your nightstand, probably courtesy of your angel of a roommate and designated driver from last night, Jongho. You down half the bottle with the ibuprofen and try to sit up out of bed while the room spins. Suddenly, you feel the urge to vomit, so you rush to the bathroom. You lose all the water you just drank, but your stomach was empty otherwise, so it's just water and bile. You feel tears prick at your eyes. You hate throwing up. You’ve been doing so well in bulimia recovery for so long and this feels like a setback, you know you can’t help it because you're hungover, but it makes you want to cry. You throw up one more time and let out a sob. The headache only pounds harder against your skull with every heave, until you hear a knock at the door. Jongho shouldn’t have to see you in this state. You try to bite back another sob, but he pushes the door open just a bit. “Are you alright? I thought I heard crying?” He questions. “I’m okay. Just hungover.” You sniffle. He pushes the door the rest of the way open and hands you another cold water bottle. “Why are you crying, angel?” He squats down in front of you and gently caresses your face. His hand is cool against your warm face. “I just don’t feel good, Jongie.” You hiccup. You don’t know how to tell him you’re terrified of throwing up. “Why don’t we get some food in you and maybe that’ll make you feel better? Hmm?” He gently grabs your hand and pulls you up from the bathroom floor. He pulls your arms over his shoulder and leads you into the kitchen, setting you in one of the chairs. He even brings the trashcan over to you just in case. He pulls out all the ingredients to make your favorite waffles. “I’m just scared of throwing up. I’ve been doing so well for so long and I’m so scared this is gonna set me back.” You explain once the room stops spinning. Jongho sets down the spatula he’s holding. “I get that. I just want you to know I see how well you’re doing and I’m here for you. We can get through this together. You can do this; I know you can.” He sets down a plate of warm chocolate chip waffles in front of you and you feel the nausea leaving you. “Thanks, Jongie.”

#ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez fic #hongjoong #choi san #yeosang #seonghwa #yunho #wooyoung #jongho #mingi

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Jaune: Alright Viewers, Our contestants have been hard at work Preparing dishes for our judges! First up, Weiss Schnee!

Ruby: *Sitting at a Judge's Bench* Alright Weiss! What did you prepare for us today?

Weiss: I ... I made something?

Weiss's Dish: It's too gross to even look at. A bizarre smell issues forth from this heap. Eating it won't hurt you though ... probably

Ruby: ... Yeah, No I'm not eating That.

Blake: *gags* Is ... Is that Feathers In it?

Weiss: I put Chicken in it!

Yang: Did you put Chicken or A Chicken!?!?

Weiss: ... Is there a Difference?

R_BY: ... 0/10

Yang: I'd give you Negative points, But the scoreboard doesn't go that low.

Weiss: It can't be that terri-

Weiss's Dish: HISSS!

RWBY: AAHHHH!

~WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK!~

Jaune: *Visibly disheveled* Alright ... uh ... We'd like to thank our clean up crew for their bravery and sacrifices in taking down ... That Thing ...

Harriet: *Offscreen* Vine! WHY-Y-Y!

Jaune: Miss Weiss has since been Disqualified for the actions of her ... 'Meal' ... Continuing swiftly on, Next up we have Winter Schnee!

Ruby: *Covered in claw marks* A-alright Specialist, what, uh, what've you got.

Winter: *Throws a Chili-Mac MRE with a sunny-side up egg on the table*

Winter: I have this for dinner every night, it is flavorful and has a large amount nutrients and vitamins required for survival.

Blake: *Also Fucked up* I don't think that follows the rules.

Yang: After whatever the Fuck Weiss just made, Do you really care?

Blake: we're still meant to be objective about it. she didn't make it from scratch, so she must be disqualified.

Yang: Fine ...

Ruby: I mean, I'm starving so I'm gonna eat it, even if we can't accept this as a dish.

Winter Schnee has been Disqualified For failing to follow the Rules.

~~~~~

Jaune: And, Last but not Least, Whitney Schnee!

Jaune: *Offscreen* Wait it's Whitley, not Whitney? I though it was three sisters ...

Ruby: Whitley, If you've made something by scratch that's remotely Edible, you win.

Whitley: Well I hope you'll be satisfied then.

Whitley: I have handmade Egg Noodles, Smothered in a hearty Beef-tip gravy, topped with Green Onion, Fresh Grated Parmesan, and a special Lemonade Blend of my own creation.

Ruby: *Drinking the lemonade* Is that Coconut?

Whitley: Yes, it is lemon, lime, water, Coconut milk, and a small pinch of sugar!

Yang: This is fantastic!

Blake: It reminds me of home!

Whitley: And what of the Noodles?

Blake: Well, it smells good!

Ruby: *Taking a bite of it*

Ruby: *Hallelujah~ Hallelujah~*

Ruby: *Tries stealing it* IT'S MINE!

Yang: *Struggling against Ruby* WAIT ME AND BLAKE STILL NEED TO TRY IT!

Blake: *Also trying to take it* Ruby! I haven't eaten all day! Give back!

Whitley: S-So. Is it Good?

Ruby: How much for you to be my personal Chef!

Yang: No! It's to good for you alone!

Whitley: ... So whats the score?

Jaune: *Walking up to Whitley* You know, I wish I had girls fighting over my Noodle and Meat sauce.

Whitley: ... Do you think before you speak? That sounded Rather Crass.

Jaune: Eh. Good job on winning. You should go console your sisters though, they aren't doing to well.

~~~~~

Weiss: *Crying* Why! Why can't I cook! why am I so ba-a-ad!

Winter: *Tears running down her cheeks* Now, Weiss, we must learn to take failure in stride.

Winter: *Internally* When you try your best~ but you don't succeed~

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #rwby shitpost #winter schnee #whitley schnee #harriet bree

[everything-is-crab]

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This is what I meant when I said both rightoids and liberals in India are equally dumb as fuck. Both are pro imperialists. She's not even lower caste and yet she's speaking on behalf of us. I have seen this trend in a lot of "anticasteist" upper caste women (who unfortunately have more voices than people like me, actually women from oppressed castes).

How are these people different from the white supremacists who say brown people are intellectually and socially inferior?

"At least the goras let us have meat" oh okay we're gonna ignore the 3 million lives lost in Bengal famine caused by Churchill's policies (after which he blamed it on us instead of his own greediness). Did he let those people eat meat then? Unhinged shit. They wouldn't let people fill their bellies cause sometimes instead of food crops they wanted our ancestors to grow cotton, indigo, spices, tea. Which also left areas prone to land disasters. Commercial stuff that they could sell at much cheaper prices in their own countries and others in the Western world as well. Also levied extremely unreasonably high taxes. Leaving us with no money. Delusional world these middle/upper class liberals live in where the British let us have meat. They didn't even let us have rice.

The British protected the caste system. Read Sharmila Rege's work about how the British introduced the process of "Brahmanisation" in colonial India.

This is the exact thing Hindu nationalists are doing rn! And have been doing forever! Protecting Western imperialists! Why do you think Modi is bootlicking the US so much? Do you think the farmers' protests and the after effects of globalization after 1991 are disconnected from Western imperialism?

Just because nationalists claim to be against white dominance doesn't mean they practice what they preach.

And this folks is why you need to incorporate class and gender in your analysis and not read about the work of only the middle class men of a community :)

Women and poor people matter too.

But unfortunately many earlier anti caste activists who were middle or upper class were anti Marxists and only later few like the Dalit Panthers and R.B More realized the importance of Marxist analysis for understanding modern caste based oppression more. Yes many Indian Marxists ignored casteism. But that does not mean we must dispose it as a useless theory.

But who tf cares about the Dalit Panthers or anyone else? Have you even heard of any other names that aren't Phule or Ambedka? Everyone followed and still follow people like Periyar, Ambedkar, Phule who were all from relatively well off family. And why will people who uncritically follow these people not think colonization was as bad? All of them attended British school and went for higher studies as well. The British was staunchly anti communist. They constantly resisted communist activists in colonial India. This is a privilege even today many people from oppressed castes cannot enjoy.

I have seen all these upper caste women, ignore people like me pointing this out. They think we're against education of oppressed castes (why would I advocate that for my own community?). But rather we take issue to these men ignoring their economic and male privilege and speaking on behalf of all of us.

A reminder that Periyar criminalized devadasis and read Ambedkar's arguments against Hindutva solutions to the Partition (hint: he cared more about the money that could be wasted in missionaries rather than the violence and human rights and unironically called Muslim people "tyrannical" and referred to "Muslim oppression" on Hindus). He was anti casteist, but he was Islamophobic.

To avoid with this kind of thinking, follow Dalit feminist theory. Dalit femininism from its inception has been pro Marxist (cause women make most of poor here). And they explain the effects of colonization on lower caste women (how the British introduced evidence act, a law that justified rape against lower caste women and let me remind you gang rape of lower caste women by upper caste men is a national issue. Ex the Manipur case, the rape of Phoolan Devi, the Hathras case etc). And how dowry (that earlier used to be a practice mainly amongst upper castes was now becoming dominant in lower castes as well due to capitalization of economy during colonial era). Maybe then you will understand why the British abolished sati but not any temple prostitution or other issues faced exclusively by women from oppressed castes. In fact they called upper caste women those who deserve to be protected but lower caste women were inherently deviant in their justification. But please go ahead and argue how imperialism brings "good things" sometimes.

Just read about caste reformation during colonial era. The choice isn't between hindutva and colonial era. The choice is between hindutva and hindutva along with colonial rule. Why do most liberals pretend the British never favored the Brahmins over everybody else?

White supremacy is so much better than Hindu supremacy for women of lower castes am I right guys?

This is so much better?

Also reminded of the "breast cloth" controversy. Do not mistake that anti caste activism is always anti caste for both Dalit men and women. Sometimes it favors Dalit men. And oppresses Dalit women further. Cause usually the colonizers never cared about oppressed castes but when they did, it was only for the men.

Ik many upper caste Marxists are not good at anti caste politics but I cannot separate Marxism from my anti caste or feminist politics. And as a Marxist from a formerly colonized country, I cannot ignore the imperial divide between the West (that is white dominated) and the global south (that includes India). You cannot separate the conditions of brown and black people today in the global south from the past dynamics of the colonizer and the colonized.

Lower caste women are obviously very poor. The poorest of all with least social protection. These upper caste women can sit on their asses and write papers and blogs on how much white supremacy was much cooler. But the ones from oppressed castes and working class? They don't have this privilege. They have the same burden of upper caste women related to marriage and domestic work and everything. But on top of that they have to do labor as well. And after globalization, when condition of "blue collar jobs" degraded (wages lowered, subsidies cut, worker protection rights gone etc) , the percentage of women in these fields increased. That's not a coincidence. Men always force women into lower earning occupations that have little job security. I am not gonna ignore this.

Fuck Hindutva. But fuck white supremacy too. For me neither is better. Both go hand in hand in fact. Look at the Hindu nationalists in France allying with white supremacists over shared conservative interests.

#Dalit femininism #india #marxist feminism

[audioletter]

Day Nineteen: Shopping Trip (John, Rodney, Teyla & Ronon)

It's the small things that become annoyances when Atlantis is grounded in San Francisco. Getting a phone plan without explaining why they'd been "out of the country" for five years, a bank card because all of theirs were expired, and housing that wasn't attuned to their every move like Atlantis was.

Luckily, the government helped them with most things - Teyla and Ronon being given official IDs and passports with a strange amount of ease - and they're all shocked when they can finally check their bank accounts to see how much money had accumulated.

"Holy shit," John muttered, mirroring Rodney at the next ATM with a grin on his face. "Gathering interest isn't just a myth."

"Well, I suppose this is sufficient for the amount for the danger we were in and the work we did," was the curt response, but John can hear Rodney humming as he pulled out fresh hundred dollar notes from the machine and put them in his rarely-used wallet.

After talking Ronon and Teyla through the process of automated banking, John turned to the three of them, his hands on his hips. "Well, I suppose now we go shopping."

"Shopping?" Teyla's eyes lit up. "I suppose I do need some more Earth-like clothing."

John waved his hand, grinning. "I'll leave that for Sam to help you with, or Amelia and Jennifer - for today, we fill our houses with the bounty of Trader Joe's."

"Trader Joe's? Sounds like some outpost somewhere," Ronon said, sounding suspicious.

Rodney sighed. "It's a supermarket, which -" he paused and looked at the sky. "I suppose is kind of like a trading outpost, just more expensive and hideously American."

"I'm sorry we have to offend your Canadian senses being stuck in San Fran, but I missed Trader Joe's and Teyla and Ronon need to experience something a little higher end than Wal-Mart for their first grocery shopping experience."

Rodney shrugged and crossed his arms, a sure sign John had won; victoriously he lead them to the SUV the government had organised for them to use whilst on Earth and drove them to the nearest store.

The smell was overwhelming - like coming home, and John knows like most expats (were they expats?), food was the thing he missed the most. The lights, the sounds, the ambience, he turns to his group and opens his arms in glee. "Trader Joe's lady and gentlemen. Grab a cart, we're gonna need one."

"Cart?" Teyla looks confused, and Rodney sighs, taking a cart from the stack at the door opening and handing it to her. "Oh, you push it and put the food inside it, clever." She began pushing it, obviously enjoying it from the outset. "There's a seat for Torren, too!"

"Okay, what do you guys want to eat?" John asked, clapping his hands together.

"Meat."

"Vegetables and grains."

"Coffee."

Expected responses, and they began to navigate the aisles deftly, filling the cart with both functional and whimsical items ("Joe O's?" Ronon asked, holding up the box. "Are they made of Joes?" "It's cereal and you'll love it, put it in the cart.").

Eventually, the cart overflowing, they reached the end of the aisles and Teyla and Rodney both looked vaguely overextended. "This is a lot of food, Sheppard, do we need this much?"

Smiling and ignoring Rodney's sharp tone - the dude wasn't a "shopper", his words - "our houses are empty, and now we check out."

"Check out is where we purchase the items?" Teyla ventured. John nodded. "Much easier than trading. And we use the card Woolsey gave us to pay?"

"Pay way too much," Rodney grumbled, but helped John load the copious amounts of food onto the conveyer belt. "Next time we hit Wal-Mart or Target."

"Is there booze?" Ronon asks suddenly, and John pulls him back to the register.

"We'll get some on the way back to the apartments, get your cards ready."

Finally, the checkout girl finished ringing them up - annoyed they wanted to use four different payments, naturally - but eventually they found themselves in the bright light of day, the typical Trader Joe's eco bags a sign of success.

They head for the car, and Teyla speaks. "John?"

"Hmmm?"

"How do we cook this food?"

John began loading the bags into the back of the SUV and ignored Rodney's smothered chuckle. Earth was going to be a learning curve for all of them, but it was going to be worth it until they could reach the Pegasus Galaxy again.

#audiolettertober fic #stargate atlantis #AR1 #john sheppard #teyla emmagan #rodney mckay #ronon dex #the gang hit trader joe's #the mental image is enough

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HELLO HELLO FIRST TIME REQUESTING EVER. 👀

I loved the angst fanfic you posted and I am a sucker for angst but lets do a lil fluff today👍Could you make a oneshot about Savannahclaw boys getting dragged to bed by an exhausted reader(male if you dont mind) in the middle of the day. Reader pulled an all-nighter for 5 days straight sleeping for 15 minutes at MAX so they could study for exams and now all they wanna do is cuddle with their boyfriend for hours (ik leona and his ass wouldn't mind it one bit but I wanna get scolded by him🥰)

(P.s. if u will do emoji anons could I be 🌺 anon ignore this part if u wont)

Hello my little 🌺Anony🌺!!! I'm so happy you enjoyed my angst fic (EEEE, I'm curling my toes >///<) It's totally ok - your first request is actually my first request submission from someone, so... this HAS to be FATE!!! :DDD I got so happy when I saw this because I didn't think anybody was going to request anything since I don't post much. Thank you so much, it seriously made my day!!! ( > u < )

* I don't have any edited pictures for the Savanaclaw boys as of now, but will make some in the near future! *

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* Leona Kingscholar *

"I'm exhausted," you mumbled.

You were laying on the dirt in the middle of the botanical gardens with Leona. He was hovering right over you, just staring at your baggy eyes. He was secretly being judgemental for your actions but he decided not to say anything.

"Get your lazy butt up," Leona finally grumbled. He tugged and pulled you up by your shirt like he was some middle school bully. "You still gotta go back to class."

"Can we skip class and go to bed?" You begged. "Please. Come on. Lunch time's about to hit soon."

"Last thing I want is for you to fail two years of school just like me," Leona groaned.

"Ditching a few classes ain't gonna kill me," you said and shoved his arm off playfully. You plopped back down into the ground and sighed loudly. "I studied all night to pass my exams to go to the next grade."

Leona picked you up from the ground and he carried you like you were his groom. No—scratch that—at this point, you were his groom. You didn't know where he was going as he exited the gardens and to the school. He was probably going to drop you at the cafeteria, but you decided to just hop off with the little energy you had left. There was no way you would let him do that to you.

You rolled over, getting off of him, and landed on your feet. "We're going to your room," you huffed and pulled at his arms. "You don't have a say and you're coming with me."

"You're the biggest brat I know."

"Sure am," you said as you tugged him along. You passed by the cafe and headed to the mirror chambers. Leona didn't retaliate, didn't pull you back, or even bicker with you. He just walked alongside you as you tightly held his hand so he wouldn't escape. He just let things happen as you and him jumped into the Savanaclaw mirror. As you and him entered the domain, a huge blush formed on your face that you couldn't hide from him. "I just... want to cuddle with my boyfriend after all that studying."

He knew you worked hard the past five days. Going over your notes and journals again and again, only getting some five to fifteen minutes of sleep per night. Leona's face began to heat up when he saw your tinted cheeks. He began to think about how adorable your sleeping face would be laying against his chest. He turned his head away despite you not paying attention to him anymore. Seeing how much you really wanted this break, he... might as well just let you enjoy the rest of the day with him in bed.

"You deserve this," Leona said.

"What?" You asked.

Leona, slowly regaining composure, just smiled smugly and said, "...Nothin' at all."

---

* Ruggie Bucchi *

Ruggie was bored out of his mind as he continued to cut up the slabs of meat he was going to snack on. A meat salad with a side of Jade's mushrooms was what he planned to eat. To you, it sounded more like lunch than a snack.

You just listened to the chop, chop, chop, as you focused in on your studies. Or at least, tried to study. The noise kept you from falling face-first onto the table and catching some sleep. You wanted to just slide the papers off the table but your pride and ego said, "No, human, you must study. Sleep is for the weak."

The sunlight from the windows kept bothering you and your eyes. You kept squinting, and the feeling just urged you to fall asleep. The heat felt nice on you but you kept your concentration up until Ruggie's chopping stopped. You sat straight up and pulled away from the desk. "I've had enough. I can't do this. I have to sleep."

You peered into the kitchen from around the corner, spying on whatever Ruggie was going to do next. He was looking for something in the fridge, his hand was on his chin as he thought about something.

You stepped into the kitchen and said jokingly, "How about... you stare and snack on me instead?"

Ruggie turned and furrowed his brows at you. "Nah, you humans don't give us enough protein."

"I... was kidding," You rubbed the back of your neck and smiled, trying to change the topic off of food. You intertwined your hands with Ruggie's. "It's really hot today. Will you be going to be take a nap soon?"

Ruggie raised a brow. "What's this nap gonna give me? Money? I gotta eat first and go to the lounge in an hour."

"Hm... No," you thought quietly. "But don't you hyenas like sleeping in the sunlight? I'd like to try it out with you today. There's a bunch of sunlight on the couch coming from the windows."

"Don't you have to study?"

"I've studied plenty." You pleaded and took him by the arm, heading to the living room couch, "I want and need a break with you. I've only had a couple minutes of sleep for the past five days."

"Oh sheesh, fine..." Ruggie shrugged and agreed. He pulled you in for a hug and took you down onto the couch with him. His warm body pressed against you as the sunlight hit his back. "You really didn't need to guilt trip me. I was probably gonna stay here anyways... I know you want to spend some time with me after all that studying."

Comforted by his words, you couldn't help but feel this fuzzy feeling in your chesf. "Thanks for staying. Next time, I'll repay you." You laughed lightly and kissed his forehead. You knew for sure that now you were going to ace those exams, because you were going to sleep with your boyfriend by your side.

"Wait, so you're gonna bribe me next time?"

"Go sleep."

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* Jack Howl *

"Can you brew some tea for me real quick?" You asked as you wrote down notes from the grimoire you were studying with. The loud, quick scritches from your pencil was enough for Jack to notice that you were too busy to do it yourself. He didn't hesitate as you felt the weight of the bed pull you up higher when he got off.

When the kettle starting bubbling and brewing, you looked up to see Jack stare intensely at your work. "Did you really need to stay up all night just to study?" He asked.

"Yes," you responded, "I still do. Five minutes of sleep for five nights. That was my end goal."

Jack sighed as he stuffed the tea leaves, sugar, and cream into the mug. The kettle stopped fumig, and he poured in the hot water, mixing the concoction around. The aroma was quite strong, even from a distance away. It almost smelled like... chamomile, maybe?

Jack set down the mug on the nightstand, wrapping it up with a cold rag to let it cool down quicker. You sat there for a while, finishing the last few sentences in your journal and slamming it shut. You picked up the tea and sipped it. To your surprise, it had cooled down quite a bit. Had he used some magic? "Thank you, Jack... I appreciate you coming today," you said between your drinks.

Jack returned a smile as your hand ran through his hair. You wanted to say "good boy" but stopped yourself from saying it. Though, for some odd reason, you were slowly becoming more and more sleepy. The chamomile tea must've had taken a huge effect on you. Did he choose that on purpose?

Jack observed your eyes slowly drifting and your head nodding down, and then up. He sat down onto the bed with you, worried you'd fall off.

"I'm getting kinda drowsy," you finally admitted. You kicked your notebook and grimoire off the bed. You'd worry about the damages later. "Did you pick that tea on purpose?"

Jack's face held a puzzled expression. He seemed rather offended by your question. "That was the only one you had left."

"Ah," was all that left your mouth. You dragged Jack down with you as you plummted onto the pillows. The bed bounced and you shut your eyes. You swaddled your arms around his muscular arm and nuzzled your face against him. He was surprisingly cozy. His warmth was uncomparable to the tea he had made for you

Jack's face exploded into a deep scarlet red. "Wait, what are you—"

Before you could even answer him, you already knocked out, still snuggling beside him. Jack, feeling flustered, awkwardly positioned himself and held onto your hands that were wrapped around him. He was wondering what he should do. He closed his eyes, having no idea what he was going to say once you woke up.

#savanaclaw #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #jack howl x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #m!reader #twst wonderland

[plural-affirmations]

Today we're gonna acknowledge all the nonhumans out there who don't fit stereotypes!

Stereotypes are annoying at best, and actively harmful at worst, but I think they're especially bad for plurals because a lot of us just want to be seen as our own people.

Here's to:

Animals who eat the opposite of their species, like wolves not liking meat

Vampires who get lightheaded at the sight of blood

Deities who aren't religious

Demons and angels that don't hate each other

Ghosts who don't like talking about death

Werewolves that are stuck in one form

Zombies that consider themselves alive

Robots that are emotional

And anyone else I might've missed!

Contradictory identities are so cool! You don't have to fit into a box defined by society! Be your truest self!

Until next time!

🖤💜💙💚💛

#requests #multiplicity #plural #pluralgang #plural affirmations #actually multiple #actually plural #did #did osdd #osddid #plural community #plural system #plurality #plural positivity #plural pride #system #system positivity #system pride #sysblr #nonhuman #nonhuman alter #nonhuman alters #stereotypes

[imustbenuts]

Pokémeshi: in celebration of me finally getting the right stats rolled on Reshiram, how would you cook the gen 5 box legends

holy shit??? congrats! cant imagine how long that must have taken you but im impressed!!

gen 5 box legends refer to reshiram and zekrom, yeah?

one's a dragon fire type and ones a dragon electric type

both are btw lowkey one of my top favourite legendaries bc of how their designs and spritework are, and how bomb BW was. anyway.

for reshiram, they look a little soft and flamey. their butt tail looks dangerous so the first order of business is to chop that away. since reshiram is the yang that represents all things sunny and warm and motherly, im gonna turn them into a oyako-don >:3 since you know. they look almost like one of those fancy white chicken.

behold, a reshiram:

but who's the child? ez. theres no child. remember their chopped off butt? that thing must be full of gooey jet fuel thats similar in consistency to egg yolk so we're good, its covered, and the best thing is it probably is warm enough to self cook! reshiram cooks themself with enough of their butt juice here, there isnt an issue at all!

so extract reshiram's warm hot butt juice, toss their meat in and cook with that same butt juice. the most eco friendly cooking method B)

reshiram oshiri jiru don, thats what its actually gonna be! yeehaw!!

for zekrom, they're a dragon electric type.

just like with reshiram, zekrom is also id imagine a type of chicken but with tougher meat. and i am happy to report such a chicken exists in the real world and ive eaten it before.

behold. a zekrom (actually ayam cemani):

like our friend here, zekrom is likely to have black looking meat on the inside, like a metal as fuck kinda creature, and so it falls upon us to serve zekrom in the most metal as fuck kinda way.

with zekrom, their butt tail is a generator. an electricity generator. so in the name of green energy, we are going to chop off that butt generator, hook up and have it support a live metal concert along with a stove. because what im gonna make today is something called the Black Bone Chicken Soup:

it is very simple. toss zekrom into a big pot, toss in some dates and herbs and berries, cook that with its own butt generator in a slow cooker. thats it!

and it would be fitting too, bc reshiram embodies truth while zekrom embodies ideals . to bear yourself into ones own unavoidable hot butt juice is the peak of truth for reshiram, and to be mistaken for some different species of idealistic animal when youre just a chicken is fitting for zekrom.

truth can set your stomach free from hunger for about 6 hours, and ideal can set your taste buds happy and clear for about 6 hours

and an ice cold drink on top of those, priceless 👍just remember to take the frozen kyurem out to defrost and eat it like regular grilled chicken too.

#delicious in pokemon #ask

[inafieldofdaisies]

WIP Whenever | Tagged by @josephseedismyfather and @jillvalentinesday

This week we're taking a look at John and Sabrina's first date in their AU and Oliver crashing it in style.

John stared at the neon sign spelling "Rue's" before he passed through the door of the small diner Sabrina had suggested they meet at a couple of minutes prior. With its 50s themed interior, the place was close to her precinct and as far as possible from the usual spots he ended up eating at. To think of it… he couldn't even the remember the last time he had been in a diner. If ever. Who cares if I feel out of my element? He refused to dwell on the uncertainty as his eyes scanned the restaurant, quickly skipping over the patrons that sat at the long sit-down counter and moving to the dark brown booths on the far right. John couldn't stop a smile from emerging the moment his gaze came to rest on her, and she raised her hand in a wave. His feet moved on their own as excitement at finally seeing her in person climbed up his spine. "Sabrina.", he uttered out in a greeting when he reached her. "Hey, yourself." His heart did another concerning flip at the grin she paired the words with. I'm going for a check-up once I'm back in Atlanta.

He slipped off his coat, smoothing down his navy colored suit jacket before he took the seat across from her. "I haven't ordered yet, naturally.", she pushed a menu over to him, "I kind of know the menu by heart, so if you have any questions about what's good, shoot." "Thank you.", he flipped it open, slowly scanning over each page when he felt her fingers run over his forehead. "What happened?", concern seeping into her tone while her touch heated his skin, making him wonder how it would feel all over his body. If she would think the same about his. His eyes shot up to hers for a second, trying to figure out what had prompted her to invade his personal space for once. "Did the bat do it?", his visible confusion making her add, "The scratch, I mean." Her hand retreated and he brought up his own up to the spot she had pointed out, feeling nothing beneath his fingertips, the dull pain long gone. "No, no.", he shook his head, "It didn't touch me. Thanks to you." She beamed at that, most likely thinking back to the embarrassing situation, "Then who scratched you, Mr. Duncan? Any other women I should know about?" His lips formed a smirk at her words, "If you count an angry bride throwing her bouquet at me after she mistaked me for her runaway groom…" "A bride you say?", she quirked an eyebrow, "Portland strikes again." "Yes." "So…", she pulled his thoughts away from leaning over the table and kissing her, "See anything you like, yet." Fuck. You have no idea.

He kept his face passive despite how his pants were feeling tighter by the minute, "What would you recommend?" "You don't strike me as a burger guy…", Sabrina paused, "How about the heddar-topped barbecue meat loaf? It has vegetables and potatoes on the side." He nodded, encouraging her to continue as he closed the menu, "For me… I was thinking stuffed hash browns with sour cream. Oh, and their chocolate pie is to die for. One piece of it afterwards, for sure." "Sounds good.", he leaned back against the booth, wondering if he was sticking out like a sore thumb when a waitress made her way to them at Sabrina's signal. "Hey, Sal. We're ready to order." "Neat.", the woman with a name tag "Sally" pulled a pad from her apron before sending a strange look towards him, "I almost mistook him for Les, Rina. I was gonna ask if he had been called to court or something." The remark made Sabrina laugh, "No, he's staying behind today." "Gotcha." She quickly recited their order to Sally, adding a water for him and, much to John's suprise, a milkshake for her, and soon enough they were back on their own.

Oliver observed Sabrina and John from his seat at the far end of the counter at Rue's, successfully blending in with the lunch crowd around him as his frown deepened at the sight he was witnessing. It's like I'm an extra in a rom-com, goddamn it.Her occasional laughter carrying over every so often made him feel glad he hadn't dragged Leslie with him, knowing the sight would break his heart. The two meeting in one of the usual dining spots their team frequented for meals would have added even more salt to the wound, especially since she and Leslie had no doubt found themselves in that very booth before, only under different circumstances. He hadn't placed an order yet, waiting for his opening, for the perfect moment to unleash chaos on the unsuspecting fucker, take on the role of chaperone. The second John leaned in over the table, thumb running over her lips in a move that should have been criminal with its predictability, he sprang into action. I should arrest you for that alone and stop you from embarrassing yourself further. Long strides ate up the distance between the three of them, and whatever the schmuck was saying had Sabrina so enamored she didn't even notice McKenzie approaching their table. "What a small world.", he remarked as he slipped into the booth John was occupying, half-sitting onto his expensive looking coat. The things I do for you, Parish. Still, not the worst stake-out I've been at.

His words broke whatever spell had fallen over the two, making them separate. "Ollie.", Sabrina breathed out in surprise as he felt daggers being stared into him from his right, "What are you-" Good, stare, fucker. Game on. See how much long you keep your cool for. "Grabbing lunch, what else?", he said and sent her one of his devilish grins before he raised his hand to call Sally over. A sigh left her lips, "Oliver." "What?", he was certain the innocent expression he gave her wasn't exactly fooling her, but he didn't care, "You're not going to make introductions, Rina?" Sabrina huffed but as usual, her annoyance melted away too quick, always having a soft spot for him despite his misdemeanors, "You two kind of already met." "Still, my ma raised me better.", Oliver turned slightly, offering his hand to the man next to him, "Oliver McKenzie." He didn't back down from the greeting he was forcing upon her date, and after a few beats John accepted his handshake, a mask of friendliness slipping over his scowl, "John Duncan." "Ollie…", Sabrina started, chewing on her lip as he leaned back into his seat and Sally appeared by his side. "McKenzie, the usual?" "Yes, thank you, love.", her cheeks flushed at the wink he paired the pet name with.

He wasted a second to stare at Sally's retreating form before turning forward again, reminding himself he had more important matters to take care of, "You were saying, Rina…" "Are you really going to eat here? We're-" "On a date.", John finished her sentence, and the irritation peeking through in his voice made Oliver smile brighter. He exhaled dramatically, "You're really going to make poor old Ollie eat alone? I've been eating at my desk for days, Rina. You won't even notice I'm here, promise." "I..", her gaze darted between him and John before she nodded quickly. Oliver clapped his hands together, "Then it's settled. I've always wanted to do a three-way." The fucker beside him chose that exact moment to lift his glass to his lips, water going down the wrong pipe at the statement. "You okay there, bud? Worry not, I've been to a CPR course.", Oliver asked and patted his back for good measure, ignoring Sabrina's stare that was full of warning while her date tried his best to mask his coughs.

"And that's how I got this scar.", the detective next to John shifted in his seat before scratching at his beard, finishing yet another story after spending almost half an hour reigning over the conversation. But who's keeping track? Oh, yes, I am. Underneath the table, John's leg was bouncing in a rhythm that paired with the occasional smiles, Sabrina would aim his way were the only thing keeping his temper in check. "Mind if I steal one of your potato wedges, bud?", Oliver asked, and before he even got permission, he reached over his hand and swooped up one of the last pieces of potato left on his plate. After annihilating his own meal the detective had moved onto desert, staking his claim on the last piece of the infamous chocolate pie the lunch rush had spared, then had proceeded to switch to casually stealing whatever food John was yet to finish. He could help but imagine driving his fork into his hand before it had time to retreat, giving him another scar to gush about to strangers. Instead, John forced a smile, hoping his composure wasn't crumbling as he gripped the utensil between his fingers. "John?", Sabrina had an amused look in her hazel eyes, "Look at you daydreaming." "Pay attention, Johnny.", Oliver leaned in to whisper in a way only he would hear, "Don't be getting too cocky after "last night". I doubt it was that magical to excuse disrespecting her." His words left little doubt he had read the card sent with the roses, and had gotten the wrong impression from the message within. The only thing he got as a response from John was a stoic expression, as he refused to entertain his childish games and allow him to destroy whatever good impression Sabrina had formed about him.

A miniscule part of him argued that the man currently sitting on his coat was worried about his friend and testing him, set on making sure he was good enough to date her. A test. Inevitable hazing. For the second time this week. Go figure. Sabrina seemed completely unaware of the words whispered quietly, "You sure you don't want anything else they have as dessert options, John?" "What would you-" "It might be time to head back, Rina.", Oliver cut him off. Her brows furrowed as she checked her watch, an apologetic look taking over her features, "Shoot, time flies. Raincheck on dessert?" At his nod, she quickly pulled out her wallet and on instinct, John's hand shot out and covered hers before she could open it, "I'm paying." "John…" "I insist, Detective." Beside him, Oliver snorted, but John ignored his strange reaction as he tugged at his coat until it was free from being used as a designer seat cover by the man. His hand reached into its right pocket to fish out his wallet and … came up empty. No. Absolutely not. He checked the other pockets, refusing to accept the fact that somewhere between the hotel and diner, it must have gotten stolen. Robbed, again. "I-,", he blinked, hand fisting the woolen garment as he took a deep breath. "John?", she searched his face, trying to figure out what had suddenly gone wrong. "I can't find my wallet." "Did you forget it at the hotel, maybe?" He shook his head while Oliver just leaned forward and for once, remained silent, "No, I'm sure I had it with me…" He had paid for the flowers, then for his breakfast at the café…it had been on his person the whole time. "I'm so sorry.", Sabrina muttered at the same time as her fellow detective produced his wallet on the table. "Ollie.", she sighed at the realization he'd had it all along. "Larceny, Detective McKenzie, really?", John bit out as he grabbed his wallet. An arrogant smirk took over his face, "I was just messing with you, Mr. Duncan. No need to go into attorney mode on me. Especially on your date." "My credit card is missing." "You mean this one?", Oliver raised his hand in front of his face, and one second, his fingers were empty, then, the next, they were holding John's card. "Oliver likes illusion.", Sabrina explained as she finished her milkshake, the same one whose foam had left traces on her bottom lip and kept teasing him before detective McKenzie had crashed their date. He had gotten so close to kissing her, wondering if she'd taste even sweeter. John covertly readjusted his dress pants, suspecting Oliver wouldn't be above making a blatant comment about any type of situation happening below his belt. "So he steals my wallet? Wouldn't exactly hold up in court as excuse." The detective rolled his eyes, then turned to face him with a serious expression, that made him wonder if he would get an apology. "Theft,", Oliver began as he raised a finger, "physical removal of an object that is capable of being stolen without the consent of the owner and with the intention of depriving the owner of it permanently." The last part carried the most emphasis and was accompanied by a satisfied leer. John just stared him down before another jab was made, "But then again, you probably know that, seeing how you had your luggage stolen and all that. I would hope." "I'm very well aware of the definition.", he gritted out, making the man's grin widen. Oliver crossed his arms over his chest, "Good, good. It would be a shame if Rina was being wooed by an impostor.", his voice lowered at the same time Sabrina called out his name, "Because I assure you, buddy, we won't take kindly to that sort of thing." "Ollie.", she repeated, her patience unwavering despite how many lines he was crossing. Her words prompted him to pat John's upper arm playfully as he released a heartfelt chuckle, "I'm just pulling his leg, Rina. A free practice run. How is he going to handle meeting everyone else, if he can't deal with some innocent jokes from little me?"

After paying the bill, they left the diner with Oliver putting himself between John and Sabrina, even taking it as far as to throw his arm over her shoulders. If she minded the gesture meant to keep them apart, she didn't let that show, continuing to chat happily as they walked back towards the precinct. The whole time John had to step around other people on the sidewalk, feeling left out despite her attempts to include him in the conversation. Third wheel… that's a first. He was used to getting women's undivided attention when he would take them out on dates, to a point they would hang onto his every word. By the end of the date, he would spot the same look in each of their gazes. Hunger. Determination. "Take me home.", they'd whisper, oftentimes rubbing their high heel along his calf, further cementing their intentions. It had gotten so easy. Predictable. Mundane. An itch he would scratch then move on. Go through the motions every once in a while when the urges would grow too restless to tolerate. As much as he hated the fact Oliver had invited himself to their date and brought chaos with him, the lunch in turn had been the most eventful he'd attended in years. And he'd managed to keep his temper in check despite the detective's persistent attempts to make him slip up. He didn't doubt if he was to meet the rest of Sabrina's team, the encounter would turn into a impromptu interrogation as they'd try to determine if he was the right fit for her. John had no plans on letting it all go that far. A date. Maybe another after it. Sleeping with her… as much as he wanted to cross that line completely… was inadvisable. Then he'd be flying back home. Only to see her again once Mooney's trial would begin.

"Go, Ollie, I will be right up.", Sabrina thankfully waved Oliver off as the three came to a stop in front of the main entrance of the station. "Nice seeing you.", the man reached out his hand to John, squeezing his palm in a warning while giving him a friendly smile. He didn't let any of that get to him, having faced tougher opponents, dealt with more convoluted tricks than whatever Oliver had up his sleeve, literally and figuratively. The second the door shut behind him, John turned back to Sabrina, taking hold of her hand. "We're having a redo of our date as soon as possible.", he said as he gazed into her eyes. "Why? I thought it was lovely…" "You see, when I asked to take you out, I meant just you, not letting someone wanting a 'three-way' to tag along, too." She let out a giggle, "I will have you know Oliver is very sought after. Quite the ladies man. He's not your type?" His thumb rubbed circles into the center of her palm, and he swore he could see her pupils dilate while her lips parted, "I don't care about his golden bachelor status, Detective. I don't like sharing." Every fiber of his being screamed at him to pull her in and clash his mouth to hers, not caring they were standing on the sidewalk about to give passersby a show. "John.", his name was barely audible as his lips lowered, inches from hers, his heart rate picking up again to a point it felt like the organ wanted to escape his chest. She took a step back suddenly, his hand holding hers becoming the only thing stopping her from stumbling backward when her boot went over the curb. John tugged her towards him to stop her momentum, and she braced a hand against his lapel as she released a surprised laugh. "Don't tell me my bad luck is creeping onto you, Sabrina." "It's not. I hope." He nodded, feeling like he was under a spell, unable to move his gaze away from hers. "I need to go, John.", she muttered, smoothing down his coat, "Thank you for lunch. And for paying for Ollie's food… I could have taken care of it." "Nonsense.", his free hand tucked her hair behind her ear before it cupped her cheek, "Let the man live his three-way dream." She smiled at that before his head dipped again, his approach halting when she whispered his name. "I really don't want you to kiss me right now." Another first. "Why?" "Because I need to stay focused… and I have a feeling I won't be able to if you do." "Yeah?" "Certainly." It was his turn to step back, letting his hand drop from her face. Pride took over his system at the admission, at the proof she was feeling it too. The tension between them that had materialized from the moment they had met and kept him awake at night, and his dreams filled visions of her. "A redo, Sabrina. Just the two of us. I want it to be just right.", he squeezed her hand. "Okay." "We can talk later, iron out the details. I won't keep you." She nodded, yet made no move to leave. "I meant to ask… did you like the flowers?" "Flowers?", visible confusion was written all over her features. In ways he shared it, because from Oliver's hushed remarks, it sounded like he had seen the bouquet, read John's note for her. "I guess I might be ruining a surprise then." She nudged his shoulder, "So this is when you got the scratch." "Yeah." "Now I feel bad." "Don't be. You didn't throw the bouquet. Though, you could technically find the bride for me so I can press charges." "Quite the eventful work trip, Mr. Duncan.", she quipped as she finally moved around him. He reached for her hand again, bringing it to his lips, and kissed the top of it. An old-fashioned gesture. Yet another first. After the slightly disastrous lunch date, he craved any type of physical contact he could get while still respecting her request. "Goodbye, Detective." "Stay out of trouble for me.", Sabrina called out as she hurried inside the precinct. He hadn't missed the way she reacted, how her breath had hitched when his lips had made contact with her skin.

Tagging, @socially-awkward-skeleton @adelaidedrubman @poisonedtruth @theelderhazelnut @madparadoxum @cassietrn @corvosattano @florbelles @josephslittledeputy @trench-rot @g0dspeeed @aceghosts @direwombat @strangefable @dumbassdep @euryalex @purplehairsecretlair @voidika @simplegenius042 @thesingularityseries @nightbloodbix @clicheantagonist @fangsandroses @wrathfulrook and anyone that would like to share something <3

#Oliver strikes again ... i'm forever cackling at his three-way jokes #Honestly; y'all I can't wait for him to enter the main wip and bring the chaos to another level <3 #wip: a trial of errors #john x sabrina #ship AU: lady luck and lady justice are both not on your side #ship: the diviner and the baptist #tagged <3 #wip wednesday #oc: sabrina donovan #oc: oliver mckenzie #fc5 au #far cry 5 oc #fc5 ocs #fc5 deputy #wip snippet #character dynamics #wip whenever #ocs #snippets #john seed #john duncan

[dream-meister-translations]

DREAM MEISTER & THE RECOLLECTED BLACK FAIRY

PASSIONATE OCEAN GUILD STORY #1

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URBANO : Alright, this meat's cooked! Here Emma, have some! 

EMMA : Thank you, Urbano. This meat is incredibly delicious!! 

ELMA : The old man from the town's butcher shop gave it to us for free. All I said was I'm gonna be having a barbecue and he was like, "take it." 

EMMA : You're a networking pro, Elma! 

SEARLE : Ooooh~! I want some of that meat too!

URBANO : Hey, get your paws off it! That meat was for Emma! It's what I call, "Urbano's Ultra Special Steak!" 

EMMA : How is it ultra special...?

SHEILA : It's ultra special because he made it for you, Emma. He said that he wanted to express his gratitude toward you. It is the season of love, is it not?

ELMA : Yup! This barbecue is also to express our gratitude to the people who joined Passionate Ocean! 

SHEILA : I'm good at making seafood dishes, but today I'll leave the steak to Urbano.

ELMA : We also made some Granita~! Eat as much as you want~!

EMMA : Hehe, alright. Thank you! 

SHEILA : I thought you were going to invite the locals to the barbecue, Elma? 

SEARLE : Barely anyone showed up.

EMMA : It was supposed to be an event to invite people to join Passionate Ocean...

ELMA : Yeah, I guess there wasn't a lot of interest. But, it's okay! This is fun too! So all's well that ends well! Let's make sure it's a lot of fun for the few people who did show up, kay~?

SHIELA : Haha, your carefree attitude is admirable. 

ELMA : I'm gonna go on a little patrol to make sure there are no disturbances! 

SEARLE : I'll go too~!!

EMMA : ........

SHEILA : You look like you're enjoying the peace.

EMMA : Hehe, you can tell?

EMMA : (I think the stock of alcohol is somewhere around here...)

GUY 1 : Hey! You're adorable~

EMMA : Huh...?

GUY 2 : I've been trying to talk to you this whole time, but those surfer guys are really protective of you, you know~?

EMMA : (Looks like he's pretty drunk.)

EMMA : I'm sorry. I'm working right now.

GUY 2 : Don't be so cold~ I just wanna have some fun~★ 

GUY 1 : What we have in mind is WAY more fun than work~

SHEILA : You two want to have some fun, you say? In that case, we'll entertain you until you die laughing.

GUY 1 & GUY 2 : Eeek!!

URBANO : Don't go troubling our precious Guild Keeper, got it?

SEARLE : It's not good to get drunk and bother others!

ELMA : We're not into your kind. But if you really wanna join Passionate Ocean, we'll give you guys some "special training" later, how about that?

URBANO : Haha! We won't let you out of the ocean! 

GUY 1 & GUY 2 : Helppp~!!

ELMA : Ah, they ran away. You okay, Emma?

SEARLE : We were all so worried~! After you went to check the alcohol stash, those guys followed you and we knew they were up to no good!

URBANO : Yeah, I had a bad feeling about it, so we all came back. It was the right call. Did they do anything weird to you?

EMMA : You guys showed up just in time, so I'm fine. Thank you so much.

SHIELA : Why did you take the initiative to check on the alcohol when you could have asked us?

ELMA : Emma, you gotta be careful, y'know? There are people out here who just wanna ruin your fun. I want today to be fun for you! You always work so hard for us, you deserve to relax.

SEARLE : I want to see Emma smiling~!!

SHEILA : After what just happened, try not to stray too far from us.

URBANO : If anything happens I'll protect you!! 

EMMA : (These guys are all so protective...It's kinda embarrassing, but it also feels really nice.)

EMMA : Thank you!

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[busycucumbermelon]

Dear’s new favorite soul 

Summary: befriending, a cannibal boy from cannibal colony by your house, seems to have brought an an unwelcome obsessed dear to your doorstep with a big smile 

Pairing:Alastor x reader

You leave the porn studio you work at the door, chiming behind you as usual. You stretch out, your dog ears flopping down on top of your head as always.

"Hello! Are we going straight home today?"

The sound of the little cannibal boy makes you jump in surprise. It's almost as if he likes scaring you!

"God, George, you have to stop that!” You didn’t know living so close to a cannibal colony would cause so many visits from the little boy. You thought it would be good since people often stayed away from there and you didn’t mind all the gore they brought with them.

“Oh sorry, what are we eating tonight?” Yep that’s George as always – he was a cannibal. He had a hunger for meat, but he always asks what the two of you were going to eat, always making it your decision.

"I'm not really sure. What do you want, George?" You and the little boy started walking back in the direction of the supermarket. You had to pick up a few things for your own dinner.

You looked at George in confusion. He had never brought up veal before. You knew he liked chicken and goats, but never veal.

"Ohhh, what's with the sudden change?"

"Well, Rosie had one of her friends over, and they were talking about how it was really good meat, and I want to try it."

It was really sweet that the boy wanted to try something new with you, but personally, you weren't a big fan of eating raw meat. You had kind of had your heart set on tacos.

"Oh, George, I love to try that with you, but maybe Rosie would try it with you. I just think we're gonna have tacos tonight."

George gave you a small head tilt, his way of saying "what's tacos?"

Your eyes widened slightly as you looked out at him. You knew he had never been a part of the human world, but you were sure tacos existed here.

"You've never had tacos before. Well, that's OK. We'll have some tonight and at home. We have leftovers from last night. if you don’t like it"

George smiled and nodded.

At the market, George hung on your leg, and you could feel a few eyes on you. It was certainly out of the ordinary for a kid from the cannibal colony to be hanging on to some random sinner, but no one would come up to make a comment.

Partly, because if anyone stepped too close, George's face would mutate, his teeth sharpening, the sides of his mouth splitting open, and the whites of his eyes turning red. It was kind of like his warning to stay away from his caretaker.

You finished talking to the man in front of you and handed him some money for lettuce, tomatoes, and cheese. Despite you not knowing it, the man took more than half off your order because George was staring at him, just daring him to make you pay full price.

Although his face was always sweet with you, "It's time to go home. You ready?"

George nods his head excitedly. He knows you're much more yourself when others aren't around.

While you were turned around looking for the best ingredients, George had waved to a man behind you, Alastor. He came just to buy meat, but when he saw George hanging all over you, he couldn't help but stop and stare. A part of him was intrigued. George wasn't nice to everyone – in fact, he practically hated everyone in the colony – but with you, he was the sweetest little cannibal ever.

You made George smile, something he had never seen before. Your smile. Well, that was nothing he could sneeze at

“Yes, Rosie, I heard you needed me for some urgent matter." Alastor switched the hand he was holding his microphone and dusted off his coat before turning his attention back to Rosie.

"Yes yes. Thank you for meeting on such short notice, Alastor. It's just George has been missing more and becoming more hostile with others. I'm not so sure what to do about it."

"May I ask how this is different from usual?" Alastor respected his dear friend, Rosie's opinion, but George seemed normal overall at the colony and himself at the market. Well, normal to everyone else besides that wolf sinner that he was clinging to.

"Well, yes, on the surface. But I just realized, when I thought George was just coming home late, he wasn't coming home at all the other day. A few of the woman asked where he was, and he snapped at them."

"Now that I think about it, I did see him in the market a little while ago. He seemed to be with a sinner he like quite a bit. He showed no hostility to her.”

“What did she look like? I've heard a few of the girls talking about George always going out to meet a certain sinner," Rosie asked, Al thought back to the market. Although he only gave you a few spare glances, he could still describe you in detail. It was the happiest he had seen George. He even smiled

Before Alastor could go into any detail, Rose cut him off. "Actually, could you just look and make sure he's okay and could you just have your shadows keep an eye on him for the rest of the night?"

Alastor sighed a little, thinking about how much of a hassle it would be. He didn't have anything else planned tonight. Just checking the hotel to make sure everything was running smoothly. It wouldn't be too much of a trouble he supposed. "It will owe you," Alastor smiled, his smile widening

You started cooking the meat on the stove, George clinging to your leg and grabbing raw pieces of meat here and there. Alastor shadows flashing around the city, landing in front of your kitchen window. There's so many dog demons. The main thing they were looking for was George, though it wasn't hard. Alastor had one of his shadows following you the minute he laid eyes on the two of you.

George's eyes narrowed the first time the shadows flashed past your kitchen window. You were too busy trying to focus on your food and on a podcast playing in the background. It was something about the Hazbin Hotel and what the executioners in heaven would think.

George's nails started to dig into your thigh when you weren’t paying attention to him. It was so random, that you couldn’t help but look down at him in pure confusion. You turned to see George staring directly out the window. You look up, but there’s nothing there – just the city and sinners below. It’s only the fourth floor up. You’re not that high, but it’s still kind of a nice view.

Maybe he was simply getting impatient or nervous about trying a new food. “George, do you want to sit in the living room while I finish making the food? You can change it to whatever channel you want. I’m not really interested in what’s on now.”

George looks up at you with mild confusion but after staring at you for a little while, he clings closer to your leg, burying his face into the side of your hip. The corners of his eyes flick over to the window. He swears he has seen those shadows somewhere… they’re so familiar…

After staring out the window for a little while, George finally wanders into the living room, leaving you to cook in peace. Two of the shadows follow George into the living room while the other three stayed in the kitchen. Two of them couldn't help but admire you, you were pretty. They had to admit. alastor had never had a partner. Sure, people were interested in him, but you were the only person that didn’t have to be killed afterward. It was nice to just admire someone without having to think of killing them.

While the other two were too busy admiring all your features, the third one was left to itself. It had never seen you before; surely you would be one of the sinners that come to the hotel. You were so sweet and kind. It was hard to believe that you were the type to commit murder. You seemed way too motherly to George to be coldhearted. Truthfully, it was a little sad. Alastor would corrupt you in his own sick way, making a deal with you and making you one of his “ponds”.

"George, the tacos are done." You kneeled down to let George take a bite out of the taco just because you didn't know if he would like it at all. It was just the basics with cheese and sour cream. He chewed it slowly, not really sure how he felt about it. He didn't spit it out, but he simply chewed slowly at it. He sniffed it a few times before taking another bite. You knew not to talk to George while he was eating. The entire time was for him to decide if he liked the food or if a texture was off.

You sighed softly, happy that George was eating it. Well, for the time being. He went to the living room with his taco and sat down next to the couch. You never knew why he didn’t sit down until you sat down yourself. After making another basic taco for George, you made yourself two tacos of your own. It was nice having an almost family moment with George. However, once you got into the room and saw George was done with his taco, he already had his fingers licked clean, and he was eyeing you with big eyes for a second.

Before you can question George, your eyes catch a flash of darkness go past the window behind him. It was fast and almost as if someone had been thrown past of the window. However, you couldn't make out any color, any blood, nothing.

"Y/n?" George tugs on your sleeve and climbs up on the couch next to you, cuddling into your side. Though he usually got clingy when he was tired, it seemed that he was less tired and more nervous. You’ve never seen George nervous; he always seems so comfortable around you.

"Yeah, what's up, kid?" You took another bite of your taco as you settled onto the couch. You moved your hand and scratched in between George's horns, gave him a ruffle on his red hair. He seemed to calm down with it.

"I know you try to stay away from the colony, but..." George went silent as he looked for the right words. He never speaks up again. Just kept staring out the window as alastors shadows slowly creep into the room.

"George, if you want to stay around with the colony more, I'm OK with that. I'm sure everyone wants to see you as much as I do."

George looks up at you with almost a sense of betrayal – how dare you ever think that he didn’t want to be around you? Yes, he wants you to meet the colony but he wants you to be comfortable. If alastor is there, though, he doesn’t want you to be scared or overwhelmed…

"No, I want to. I want… can you meet someone from the colony?"

You giggle at George’s nervous face. You would do anything for the boy, even if it meant going out of your comfort zone.

“Of course George. Just, I’m not meeting alastor if that’s what you want. I’d meet anyone else from the colony.”

That was a blatant lie. If he wanted, you would certainly meet alastor.

Just as you said his name, the shadows disappeared, and in place, a yellow wide smile replaced the shadows. His red eyes were directly behind the two of you, staring at the sweet display. He had just finished his talk with Rose. She was going to be thrilled to meet you. Truthfully, he couldn’t wait until he properly met you, either. Maybe the two of you could make a deal.

He wasn't certain either, though it would be nice having you under his control. If anything, you were pretty, and your soul would be a precious addition to his collection of other sinners’ souls.

George was quite quick to devour all the meat off the taco you had set out. The two of you spent the rest of the night watching movies and George telling you endless stories to make you have a good opinion on Rosie, though you already did have a good opinion of her. He had no need to tell you the stories, but it was nice to hear them.

The two of you ended up falling asleep on the couch together, a bit odd considering that George usually complained until you slept with him in your bed. It wasn't hard to carry George around on your hip even while you made morning coffee. You stared out the window while standing by the sink, taking a moment to stare out at the city before remembering that today was your day off. You had plenty of time to enjoy George.

George sat up and looked around, still disoriented from sleep and when he saw you. Immediately, he tucked his head back into the side of your neck and went back to sleep. As your morning had been chosen for you, he wouldn't let you go. You were forced to hold him until he decided he was up and ready for the day.

Around noon, George sat up and cuddled into you, whining about how hungry he was. George acted like a true baby around you, throwing a fit if anyone else was holding him, though with you, he didn’t care. He loved waking up to you, too, since he always spent his nights with you.

After George got something to eat, he remembered your promise from yesterday about meeting Rose.

"y/n, we should go meet Rosie today!"

George jumped up and down well you were busy trying to multitask. You were watching a movie, cleaning the bathroom, and figuring out your work schedule since your boss kept trying to over schedule you. It was the first time you had ever put your foot down about it since George had gotten upset the last weekend when you told him that he couldn’t stay the night because you had to work.

"I don't know… maybe Rosie is busy. I don’t want to bother her. She has an entire colony she’s taking care of," you replied. George pouted and stopped jumping. He stared directly into your eyes. He looked like he was about to burst into tears.

"y/n, you promised me."

"Yeah I know baby. I know that I promised you, but there’s a lot going on right now. Give me a little bit, and we'll go ok?”George nodded his head

After you had finished everything, you were absolutely exhausted. You threw yourself down on the couch. Normally, you would have heard a giggle from George or him running over to jump on your lap after seeing you. However, nothing. You looked around quickly, but there was no George. Did he go back to the colony out of anger? You were going to go, you'd promised him. A promise, or at least one concerning George, was something you would never break. After a little while, you lit a candle and just sat down. You were so exhausted.

You laid for a little while in silence, hearing a light knock from somewhere close and much lighter than the door. You shut off the lights a while ago because they were beginning to irritate your eyes. The only thing you could hear before that was the flame from the candle slowly eating away at the wick. You saw a little glimpse of red hair before George jumped on you. hearing his giggles confirmed that your guess was correct.

Behind George, you saw another shadow. It was much taller than George, and your eyes adjusted a lot quicker now. It was a woman in a big hat with feathers, a short bob cut, and black eyes. She had black lips and wore an old-fashioned dress. You could tell immediately that it was Rosie. While she was nice, she was an Overlord like all of the rest of them. Your knowledge of her was limited to the good things you had heard. You knew that she was kind, but that didn't mean she wasn't in seek of power either.

“hey sorry to wake you here. George is so adamant I come see you now." Rosie walked a little closer to you so that you could see her a little bit better.

"I had a feeling that's what was going to happen," she spoke.

George was looking back and forth between the two of you, a small smile still on his face. The smile has stayed for much longer than is normal.

Seeing Rosie in front of you wasn't very frightening, really. It was like sitting down in front of one of the parents of the kids you used to babysit when you were alive. During the babysitting sessions, parents would routinely give you lengthy background checks, and at the end of the night, sometimes angry fathers would even threaten you if anything happened to their "poor babies." You never let anything happen, though. That would be unthinkable. The situation with Rosie was much more risky. It wasn't simply a threat of bad parenting. You could end up dead.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you," you replied gently. Your voice was a little bit softer than usual, and you took on a tone that was more fragile. You weren't nervous, but it felt as though Rosie was like a towering angry parent.

"Hello dear, I see George likes you quite a bit," Rosie responded, gesturing at the boy in your lap. George looked as happy as could be at the current predicament where two people he respected were meeting each other.

"A few of the others have told me that George likes to sneak out often, never returning until early in the morning," she continued. She had changed her tone at the end. While it was clear that she was wary of you, it was also clear that she was suspicious of you as well.

George's expression changed when Rosie made her statement. A pout soon formed on his lips, quickly corrected by his response.

"no it's not her fault, Rosie. she always tells me that I should spend more time with the colony because it's really important to spend time with all of you. She tells me that we're a family, but she wasn't there, so it wasn't the entire family." George didn't understand that you had not accepted into the colony. You hadn't even attempted to join the colony. You had simply been nice to a little cannibal boy.

Knowing how important the colony was to George, you decided to explain yourself, wanting to make sure he wasn't hurt in the process.

"Rosie, it’s not that I’ve told him to come see me every day. I would much prefer if he spent more days at the colony. He just comes every time he knows my schedule. I understand the importance of the colony. If there’s anything I can do to help, I'll try, but unfortunately, I can’t assure you that he won’t come see me as he has for the last few months."

Rosie's smirk almost looked proud. If you ever tried to join the colony, you would be accepted with no resistance.

"I only ask of you one thing. I wish for you to meet George occasionally at the colonies. I understand that he doesn't sleep as well when you are not around. I want you to go to an establishment one of my friends is putting care into. It's a little care service." George whined, clinging tighter to you in agreement of anything. He was worth it. A home was something easy to lose compared to George's affection.

Though it didn't matter as much, you decided to ask, wanting to be sure you would still be able to keep your apartment.

"Will I still be able to keep my apartment? It's close by, and I'm trying to stay near George. Where is the place you want me to go? I don't mind if it's far away. I just want to be sure I can keep my apartment, but if it isn't possible, I understand." George whined and Rosie smiled. This smile was full of kindness, not just for George but for you as well.

"I will ensure you're able to keep the apartment, but if you aren't, you'll have a home in the colony - even if you aren't a part of it." Rosie said, and the following days would be spent working to keep George comfortable. You would get to know Rosie better and meet a few women at the colony as well. Rosie frequently tried to feed you, remarking on your diet and commenting on how you needed to eat more.

Rosie gave you instructions one day. The location you got to was a worn down building with a broadcasting tower on the side of it. The words "Hazbin hotel" could be seen above the door, though it looked less like a hotel and more like a run down building. You didn't want to be here, but you were willing to sacrifice your desires solely for George's sake. However, this wasn't about fear or being redeemed. It was about you not wanting to separate yourselves from George the same way you had been separated from your old life.

While you were solely focused on George, you didn't notice the red glow coming from the tower, nor did you see the eyes watching you from above. Whoever this individual was, they had a red, hungry look in their eyes as they watched you. They were determined to get your soul one way or another. They just wanted to know how to make that happen.

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