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bonny-kookoo · 8 months

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Jungkook x Reader/ Yoongi x Jimin

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱 [Cream] 1/2

Jimin and Yoongi share one major problem when it comes to you and Jungkook- they're not hybrids, which means there's things in life they can never fully understand. But that's what you've got each other now for. And he can't wait to get a taste.

Tags/Warnings: Human!Yoongi, Human!Jimin, Rottweiler hybrid!Jungkook, Cat hybrid!Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, mentions of past trauma, some Yoonmin here and there oops, Main story focus are MC and Kook though, just hybrid things (scenting, grooming, biting, licking, scruffing, and more), hurt & comfort, heat, manhandling, smut, Dom!brat tamer!Kook, sub!brat!reader, Fluff, SFW in this but smut in the next, some Angst, hints at (sexual) abuse, MCs past somewhat revealed, lots of comfort though

Length: ~4.3k words

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Jungkook has to laugh a little as he watches you emerge from your room to presumably check out the smell of the soup, all bundled up in a giant burrito of blankets, tail barely poking out from the bottom between your legs.

The dog hybrid had managed to give you some fever medication, a soft laugh having escaped him as he realized that almost all the medication for you is more so branded towards kittens than actual adult feline hybrids- something Jimin explained was the only way you'd take any of it.

You're so terribly spoiled- but Jungkook can't blame him for doing so.

"M'sorry.." You slur, simply leaning your body against his, face buried in his chest as you rub your forehead against his clothes. "you were probably really.. excited.." You mumble, and he chuckles, a hand on your back- or more so all the blankets wrapped around you.

"Don't apologize." he reassures you, stirring the pot with soup on the stove before he turns off the heat. "I'm more worried about you than anything else. And I told you we wouldn't have to do anything anyways, so no issues there at all." He jokes, though you just stay in your position stubbornly.

Jungkook can really just assume what's happening to you- his internet research and general knowledge from his job offering him a few pieces to the puzzle here and there. It's clear that it's some sort of trauma response- but Jimin had told him that there's nothing documented that would explain why you sometimes fall into such a state during your heat, while other times, you'd be fine. Something Jungkook had found could be that your mind simply 'locked' any memory of something happening- making your body remember, but not your mind. It happens in some hybrids who'd suffered traumatic events in their pasts- and from the looks of it all, that might just be what's going on with you.

All Jungkook really wants however, is to make sure you're alright. He doesn't need to know your past- only your future matters, and he wants to paint it in colors nowhere near as sad as you sometimes look.

"Jungkook.?" You ask suddenly, voice muffled into the fabric of his sweater, and he hums, moving his hands to hold your face in his palms so you can look at him- which you don't do, averting your eyes from him. "Will you.. stay with me?" You ask, and before he can answer, you add on; "..even though I'm me?"

For a moment, he can only hear the clock in the kitchen ticking, his entire body frozen in place as he realizes what you're really asking him.

So he was right all along.

You're scared of being left alone, and he knew this already-

but he might've just figured out what happened to you in the past to cause your body to shut down every time you hit your heat.

Abandonment. Someone had just left you during you most vulnerable time.

"I'll stay with you forever if you want me to." He says, teasingly squishing your cheeks a little, making you pout at him with a playful glare. "No matter if you're sick, or if you're annoying, or if you're angry, or sad-" He rants, tail wagging when you start to smile. "-so stop worrying, and let me be your guard dog." He jokes, making you laugh, before you cough a little.

"You're an idiot!" You laugh, before he lifts you up, blankets and all, to sit you down on one of the kitchen chairs-

boldly pecking your cheek.

"Well, I'm your idiot now."

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"I'm going over-" Jimin suddenly says, Yoongi however reaching out to grab his wrist and hold him back.

"Park Jimin, my hybrid is currently busy spoon-feeding soup to your blanket burrito over there, she's fine." He sighs, before nodding over to the window, where Jimin can actually in fact see your legs happily kicking around on the chair, while Jungkook feeds you, most likely because you refuse to untangle yourself from the blanket. "Jimin, I have been wondering something. And I want you to be honest." He says, as the younger human sits back down. "Do you love her? Romantically?" He asks, and it's quiet for a moment, before Jimin shakes his head.

"When I brought her home, she refused to do anything for days." Jimin explains. "No eating, no drinking, no talking- she was like a wild animal rather than a mostly human being." he remembers, looking at the tabletop. "No one knows what actually went down in that home, since she doesn't remember, and the other two hybrids she was living with had been completely shut down last time I saw them." He recalls, and Yoongi listens intently. "As far as I know, she's the only one who ever recovered to a point where she's considered independent again."

"And now you keep seeing her back in that state, and it scares you so much you rather avoid any negative situation so she doesn't fall back." Yoongi finishes.

"At first, I was walking on eggshells around her." Jimin runs a hand over his face. "One step forward, two steps back. It was a constant push and pull." He explains. "One day she'd make amazing progress, and then the next she'd be back at square one just because I accidentally did something that would set her off. It was.. frustrating, as bad as it sounds."

"It's not a bad thing to admit that it was tough." Yoongi reassures. "It doesn't mean you demean her just by saying that she was a challenge. I can't imagine how hard it must've been to work through all of it on your own."

"I knew that at some point, she was using things to her advantage. She was using me-" He sighs, "-and I let her. Because I knew that she didn't do it because she was a bad person."

"She was just in survival mode." The older human agrees, and Jimin nods with glossy eyes, feeling relieved that his partner seems to understand.

"And at some point, it just became.. okay. I felt content being her punching bag if it meant she was getting better. So I let her bite, and scratch, and yell. It was fine." He nods to himself. "And then.. she changed. Became so soft." the younger human almost whispers. "I don't- you might not really believe it, but she can be so sweet. Once you push past all her nasty walls and all that acting tough, she's an angel. She really is."

"I mean, I've seen glimpses of it, here and there. So I believe you." Yoongi chuckles. "And I think I understand your feelings towards her too. You're.. similar to me and Jungkook, I guess." He shrugs. "It's more of a.. caretaker situation. I feel responsible, in a way, since I practically raised him through his teenage years. Every flaw he now has somewhat falls back onto me." He laughs to himself. "I love him. Not intimately, or romantically- just.."

"Just love." Jimin says, nodding. "Nothing else. Just pure affection."

"Exactly." Yoongi nods.

And for a moment, both of them just look at each other-

enjoying the feeling of knowing that finally, someone else seems to understand.

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Due to his job, Jungkook has become pretty good at recognizing behaviors and adjusting his own accordingly. And he realizes quickly that your body and your mind are terribly disconnected in one way or another- making it a bit tough to figure out how to place his steps to make you feel comfortable.

Your mind is clearly content, happy and relaxed around him. You're purring against his chest right now, belly filled with warm soup and fever slowly coming down little by little, giving you finally a chance at proper rest. Your body, however, is still on high alert- ears constantly moving, tail never staying still, muscles tense in case you need to escape from whatever might happen.

He's basically forced to work with two sides of you at the same time- and upsetting one, could send the other into a panic at any time, due to your heat.

But he's got an ace up his sleeve- he's just as much of a hybrid as you are. And he noticed some things that work very well on you already.

You've currently started to roll around next to him on the bed- uncaring if your blankets or pillows fall down. It's clear that you're starting to become comfortable again, to the point of your heat actually making you interested again. And it also brings out your personality once more- as you playfully bite after him whenever he tries to touch you. You clearly initiate every contact first- from bumping your head into his body, to actually laying over him and holding onto his arms. But the moment he moves towards you, you bite, kick, or push at him again- and he knows that it's your instincts kicking in.

Jungkook has had sex before. He's not innocent in the slightest, and yet, he's sure that once you're ready for that with him, you'll be able to give him something he's been missing in every experience he's had before;

something wild, and untamed.

"Stop biting me you gremlin." Jungkook laughs while he watches you dig your teeth into the skin of his forearm that you hold onto- though you're not breaking skin whatsoever. It's just a play-bite, and neither is he mad about it. "You wanna get up and eat something?" He asks, and you finally let go, roll onto your back, and huff.

"No." You whine. "But I'm hungry." You complain further, and he chuckles.

"So what is it then?" He wonders, and your tail smacks loudly onto the bed.

"I wanna eat!" You complain, arms crossed. "But here!" You say, and he shakes his head.

"You're not eating in bed." He denies. "Once your heat breaks through you'll spend enough time here." He tells you, and at that, you begin to squirm a bit uncomfortably. He's noticed it some time ago already, can only really assume the contents of your most recent dream you had while sleeping next to him-

he somehow hopes he was a part of it. Maybe even the main part of it.

He can sense that you're slowly breaking out of your fever, but you're not yet there- there's still a certain sense of distrust you seem to have, and he fully understands and respects that. After all, considering this will be your first heat and first sexual experience, there has to be some sort of anxiety within you. He can only imagine how intimidating everything must be to you.

"How do you feel?" He asks, carefully reaching out to run a hand over your naked shoulder- an action you now let happen, no longer in a playful mood than before. "Hm?" He asks when you just cringe and whine, slowly sitting up.

"Dunno.." You mumble. "Don't wanna.. do stuff yet though. Sorry." You say, when he moves around on the bed, now sitting on his heels in front of you, hands on your cheeks.

"I'm not here just to take advantage of you, or have my fun with your body." He explains to you in a serious manner. "I'm not here just to have sex with you and satisfy myself." He says. "I'm here because I want to take care of you, and because I want to help you."

"Yeah and like, help is gonna-" You start, but he shakes his head.

"Help is gonna be what it's gonna be. Even if you don't want any help in that department at all, I'll still stay if you want me to." He shrugs.

"I want that." You say, grabbing and holding onto his sweater, pulling it towards you. "You gotta stay. Or I'll get sad." You tell him, flopping down into your side on the bed, and he grins, leaning down towards you.

"And we don't want you being sad, right?" He hums lowly, making you nod softly, almost shy.

"If I get sad I won't let you see me naked." You boldly tell him, and he laughs, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

"Oh no, I better keep you happy then!" He dramatically exclaims, laying down next to you. "What does a poor dog gotta do to make the princess smile?" He wonders dramatically, and you grin playfully, rolling onto your back.

"He'd carry her to the kitchen and feed her." You sing, tail curling impishly around. "And then he'd probably have to cuddle her, and make sure she's never lonely." You explain.

He nods. "I think I can do that." He suddenly says, before he gets up to throw you over his shoulder.

"Hey!" You complain, and he laughs, testing the waters by playfully hitting your butt once as he walks out the door towards the kitchen.

"You wanted to be carried." He shrugs, laughing when he notices you suddenly becoming shy. "You never said how."

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"I lied." You suddenly say as Jungkook is back in bed with you, having you laid over his lap while he pets your ears. "I had sex before. Well-... kinda." You mumble, and his touch never stops.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asks casually, careful not to make you nervous. "It's fine if you don't want to."

"No, It's just-" you huff, visibly riled up by the topic. "I don't remember it well. Like, it's like a dream that you know you had but you forgot most of the details. I know I was bad, and I know it wasn't good. I remember that I was alone after, and that I was in the bathroom- I know that I slept in the bathtub, back at my old home, but I don't remember why. I just.. woke up there." You shrug, and Jungkook nods.

So it really is how he thought. Your mind has locked certain memories away to protect you- however, the trauma responses are still there, instincts unable to forget that easily.

"I guess that's why my heat is sometimes like that. I don't know.." you mumble. "..I don't know how to deal with this stuff. I'm not sure what you do and what you don't do during your heat.." you look someplace distant. "I'm broken. And I don't know how to fix me." You sigh.

"You're not broken at all." Jungkook shakes his head. "You're you. And I like you."

"You say that to get into my pants." You roll your eyes, and he laughs.

"I'm saying that because it's true. I don't want anything from you that you're not willing to give me." He shrugs.

"Then what if I don't want to have sex with you?" You ask, rolling onto your back to look at him. "What if I don't want you to touch me? Or if I'm mean? Or-"

"That won't change the fact that I like you." He says, shutting you up. You're so used to people only doing things so they can get something out of it for themselves, that Jungkook's words have become alien to you. He's just like Jimin, back then.

Intimidating, because his friendliness is just way too suspicious. But for now, you just go to sleep- taking a nap close to him, to maybe relax and sort out yourself and your situation for once.

Maybe.

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You're suddenly huffy yet again, hiding away from Jungkook underneath the blankets, and no amount of treats or praise seems to be able able to get you out from underneath them. He tries it all for a good while- offering your favorite foods, promising cuddles, even getting Jimin for you- but you refuse to come out and face him any longer.

He's not sure what happened after your little talk, but he's determined to find out.

"You can leave now!" You hiss underneath the heavy blanket, and he sighs, sitting cross-legged on the bed instead, not moving an inch. You're stubborn- but he's got the better patience of you both, so he decides to just wait it out for now, instead of getting you out underneath. He'd risk setting you off again- and he's not sure if he could handle the guilt of being the one to cause you distress. "Go away!" You yell again, but to no avail. He's not moving.

"Not until you tell me why." He responds to you calmly, and suddenly, your face pokes out the blanket, eyes red from crying, face clearly angry.

"I'm not in heat anymore, you can go now..!" You huff, and he tilts his head a bit confused, unsure what you're talking about.

"What do you mean?" He asks, and you just hide underneath the blanket again.

"I don't know, I'm just not anymore, so you can fuck off!" You growl, pulling the edges of the blanket close.

Jungkook thinks for a good moment. Maybe you're confused? You clearly still smell like you're in heat- more than ever, in fact, but your mind is pretty obviously not anymore, which doesn't make sense. And even if you weren't anymore, why do you suddenly seem to hate his presence?

"Do you think I only wanted you.. because you're in heat?" Jungkook wonders, tests the waters, and your silence tells him everything. He sighs loudly, and pulls on the blanket, easily overpowering you and taking away your hiding spot. And just as you try and get away, he pins you down instead by your wrists, leaning over you to look at you closely. "I want you when you're not in heat too. I want you whenever you want me." He tells you, and you look at him with wide open eyes.

"Why?" You ask.

"I don't think any explanation would really convince you." Jungkook says, looking at you. "Because you don't seem to understand that.. love and affection, that doesn't need anything else. Actual love isn't a giving and taking. It's not a transaction. You don't decide to love someone." He shrugs, before his hold on your hands loosens, arms rather wrapping around you to pick you up and hold your body against his, hugging you with his face in your shoulder. "Let me love you." He hums against your skin, and you don't know what to do for a good while.

He's right.

Love always comes with some responsibility for you- or at least it did, in the past. If someone loves you, you're obligated to return it in some way- you have to pay it back, somehow, no matter if it's not what you want, or if you don't love that person at all. Love always has some sort of hidden meaning. There's always a compensation wanted.

But Jungkook is like Jimin. He doesn't want anything from you- so what are you supposed to give?

Because compared to everyone who 'loved' you in the past, you actually want to pay him back. You want to return it. You want to be loved. But he doesn't want anything from you in return. What do you do now?

"What do you want from me?" You almost whisper, unsure. "I want to.. I don't know what to give you." You whimper, body shaking a little.

"I don't need anything from you." He chuckles, holding you a bit closer.

"You have to want something!" You call out in frustration. "I don't know what to give you in return- I wanna-.. I need to give you something, anything.." You stutter, and he realizes what you need.

"How about your love then?" He wonders, leaning back a little to look at you. "Please love me." He asks, a smile on his lips and tail happily wagging.

And for once in your life, never has a request been so easy to fulfill.

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'I'm not in heat anymore', is what you've said. In reality, you very much still are- and Jungkook realizes as you lift your behind up next to him with red cheeks, face hidden in the pillows in embarrassment, that you finally broke through. So if anything, you've never been so deeply in heat than right now.

You trust him enough to let yourself go, and leave your body in his care- instincts taking over as you whine in complaint next to him on the bed.

Before you went to sleep a few hours prior, he'd had a very in-depth talk about what's allowed to happen in this situation. How far he's allowed to go, what you think you'll enjoy and what you absolutely do not want, no matter how much your fogged up brain will ask for it. So he's empowered by a certain sense of confidence in his actions- and he's also more than excited to help you.

After all, you're his partner from now on. You're his princess- and he can't wait to mark you up as such, too.

He turns onto his side to watch you, as you slowly move around to roll on the bed and get your scent everywhere- dark spot on your underwear giving him an idea of the predicament you're in, inside of your legs already glistening with your slick, probably having started during your nap earlier. He can also see the underside of the base of your tail wet from having been pulled between your thighs in a pitiful attempt to somehow provide any sort of relief- which didn't work. And even your hand, which travels shamelessly underneath the fabric of your underwear, doesn't seem to help you at all.

The moment your eyes lock, he waits. He knows what you want, but he refuses to act on anything that's not your clear words. You're in heat, after all- not mute.

"Jungkook..!" You whine, rolling around once more before you kick after his legs- though he catches your ankle, holds it with a stern but playful look. You whine again, no words coming from you, as you try and pull your leg away.

"Words." He simply states, letting go of you before he moves one arm to rest behind his head, lazily watching you. "I can't read your mind." He shrugs.

"You can!" You hiss, sitting up. "You know!" You argue, and he's got the audacity to laugh at you. "Do something!"

"How about you beg a little and I think about it?" He teases, and he can see in seconds how your cheeks turn red.

"You're evil!" You hiss.

"And you're being a brat right now." He shrugs, looking at you, now sat up to glare at him. "Just a pretty little 'please' and I'll do whatever you'd like me to." He almost sings, very much aware that he's riling you up right now. He's studied you enough to know how far he can go. He'd never intentionally make you feel bad- especially not in a situation like this. But he also wants to have a little fun with you- you're just too easy to tease.

And so fun, too.

"Please~ do something then!" You huff, flopping onto your back, making him laugh- before he moves his arms, opening them, inviting you silently. He's not even gonna move for you- you have to come to him instead.

And so you do just that-

Giving yourself to him in a final display of trust.

And he's gonna make sure you'll know it's not being misplaced with him.

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blondephenobarbitol · 3 months

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A list of Nightmare Time episode ideas that I thought of and I think would be cool:

1.) Mr. Chasity has been trying to sell the old Waylon Place for far too long. After trying and failing over and over, he decides to take matters into his own hands by going in himself to see what all the fuss is about. But nothing could have prepared him to meet the real ghosts of Waylon Hall. And boy oh boy do they have shenanigans in store. (The episode would be called 'Unholy Ghost') .

2.) It's been a few months since Hatchetfield was destroyed in that awful 'accident'. Emma and Paul have been living under the aliases Kelly and Ben Bridges. (there can be a joke where Emma doesn't even pretend to care about her alias and Paul cares too much.) They live in Colorado now. Emma's finally started her pot farm, and Paul is working in marketing. For the most part, they have a good life. Only Paul's acting a bit different lately. Emma caught him humming company jingles, tapping his foot to a beat she can't hear. Maybe those spores he inhaled had some effect on him. It's probably nothing, but he's never sung in the shower before...(I don't have a name for this one yet.) .

3.) Max Jägerman is failing remedial algebra. In fact, he's doing so poorly that his dad shells out and hires him a tutor, PJ. (Bryce's nerd from 'Literal Monster.) He reluctantly lets her help him. At first it seems to work and his grades are rising steadily, but as PJ lets her guard down, Max starts to notice some things. Strange symbols scribbled in the margins of her notebook, almost like...jagged smiles? Weird stains on her hands, when she gets too close she smells like roadkill. And there's this white spider that keeps showing up in his room. Sometimes he feels like it's trying to tell him something. Or warn him. Without knowing what he's gotten himself into, Max has to evade getting his soul swallowed by a hungry god of darkness. (The episode is called 'Dirty Dude Soup') .

4.) Charlotte Sweetly is jealous. Her church friend, Carol Davidson, has exactly the kind of life she wants. Charlotte's seen the way her boss talks about his wife, and would give anything for Sam to feel that way about her. One day, Charlotte finally gathers her courage and asks her how she does it. Carol takes pity on her, and decides to reveal an important secret: it's all the product of a ritual, an ancient spell she stumbled upon on a trip to an amusement park. She claims that ever since she did it, her husband can't get enough of her. "I am all he sees. He calls me the apple of his eye." Charlotte doesn't believe her at first, but Carol gave her the instructions, and why the hell not? She tries it. Unfortunately, Charlotte messes up the wording. The spell still works, but not quite as intended. And an all-seeing police officer could be a good thing, but Sam is not a good police officer. (maybe let's call this one 'Omnipocop'. But that's awful to spell so suggestions are welcome) .

5.) While trying to be an assistant, Steph accidentally botches one of Pete's science projects. He forgives her, but she still feels bad even as he assures her it's no big deal, throwing the mix of chemicals out his window just to prove it. What he doesn't know is that the last family that lived in the Spankoffski house buried their dog in the backyard, and Pete's chemical slurry just brought it back to life. On a probably unrelated note, Paul has been trying to ignore the damage he's finding in his apartment. He's been chalking most of the tipped over garbage cans and torn apart cushion up to rats--giant rats?--or maybe a squirrel. But when a decades-old "missing dog" poster shows up on his doorstep, he can't ignore the truth for any longer. (the episode would be called "Patches' Revenge" and I thing it would work because it's just the right amount of weird. It would end with Paul teaming up with the nerds to defeat undead Patches with science.) .

6.) To his utter delight, Miss Holloway finally agreed to go out with Duke on a proper date. Nothing huge, just some ice cream and a walk on the beach. They're both enjoying themselves when Miss Holloway hears something. Duke can't hear it, but he still follows her down the shore to some kind of cave grotto, where she claims the noise is coming from. She tosses a pebble into the water, testing how it might react. A few moments later, the pebble come flying out again. Duke is stunned, but Miss Holloway tosses her ice cream cone. Sure enough, a few moments later is comes flying back, perfectly dry. They've clearly discovered something, and over the next few days, Duke and Miss Holloway experiment and try to learn about the grotto and the water in it. It's too deep to see the bottom, so their tests mostly involve tossing different things to see how they'll react. Little do they know, there was a reason Miss Holloway could hear a noise coming from the cave. There's a reason it drew her in, too. There's something singing to her, something that lives at the bottom of the grotto. And with each thing they feed it, it becomes a little bit stronger...(and then it's called something unassuming like "Wavecrest Cave")

So that's Nightmare Time season four all lined up. Please tell me if you have a good name idea for episodes 2 and 4. Also if anyone wants to use these as writing prompts, be my guest (just tag me so I can read them)

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blake-1030 · 1 month

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Ghoul heeadcanon’s, cause why not??

No NSFW

Aurora

Definitely collects things, like trinkets or coins

Doesn’t like potatoes (idk)

Doesn’t understand he concept of cars, because they don’t have them in the pit

“Why don’t the humans just walk?”

Probably doesn’t understand buses, planes, and boats. That sort of thing

Cumulus

Loves glee, her favourite character is Mercedes

Is an amazing chef

She definitely says “oops” when she knocks something over

Doesn’t understand why sexism exists. Because in the pit all ghouls and ghoulette’s are treated the same

“Wait, human girls are treated like that?”

Cirrus

Can’t cook for the life of her

Her ringtone is definitely a recording of one of the ghouls saying ‘ring ring’ over and over again

I can picture her tapping the top of door frames when she walks under them

Doesn’t understand why humans don’t have elements

Mountain

Also taps the top of door frames (definitely teases Dew that he can’t reach the top)

Can’t cook, but is an amazing baker

He has a greenhouse outside and keeps smaller plants on his windowsill

Doesn’t understand that he’s a literal giant and just thinks everyone else is tiny

Phantom

Tried to learn how to cook, is now permanently banned from being within three foot of an oven ever again

Dances around with headphones in the middle of the night

Gives all the ghouls random hugs at the most random times

Like, they could be getting a pot out of a drawer and phantom will just walk up and hug them

Doesn’t get why Dewdrop is so warm

“I’m a fire ghoul, that’s why” Dew said to him one time

“Huh?”

Swiss

Loves shortbread for some reason

Picks the ghouls up and carries them around

Tried to pick mountain up once and practically broke his back

Loves drawing

It’s still sinking in that Phantom and Aurora are still getting used to earth, so sometimes he’ll say something and the new ghoul/ette won’t understand and he’ll be like “how do you not know that?”

Dewdrop

Is an oven so in the winter everyone clouds around him

Hates to admit he likes to get hugs

He may seem all angry and excited all the time, but as soon as you massage his scalp it back he is like a puppy

He keeps a small pendant in his pocket that Aether gave him before he left

He DIDNT ever hate Phantom because he replaced Aether. He accepted that Aether wasn’t coming back, so he was okay with phantom

Rain

Tried to teach Cumulus bass for some reason????

Eats practically every meal with a spoon

Cereal, noodles, soup, and toast are half of what he eats

Ironically hates the sound of rain

Loves to annoy Mountain

Like poking him and humming all the time, but mountains too much of a sweetheart to say anything

That just annoys rain lol

Is actually an amazing drawer, Swiss taught him how to draw

#nameless ghouls #headcanon #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #aurora ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #ghost band

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batneko · 9 months

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I really want more video games along the lines of Untitled Goose Game, where you’re just out here causing problems on purpose, and I remembered that old Japanese game where you play a mosquito bothering a family, so I thought... how about Jack and the Beanstalk?

The giants aren’t going to kill you, because you’re a fellow intelligent being, but they don’t want you in their house messing with their stuff either. You’d have to make progress while avoiding their notice, and especially avoiding the toddler who wants to give you a big sticky hug (the toddler could be used to distract the parents or sometimes knock over obstacles. Their presence also explains why the house is so safe, I don’t think there’d be a way to die unless you’re really trying, like, jumping DIRECTLY into a pot of boiling soup.)

Kitchen, pantry, living room, bedrooms, attic. So many possibilities for levels. I like the idea that every time you get caught and kicked out, you can’t return until the next day. Certain things would be reset but things that would take more time, like broken windows or the mess that ensues when you give the toddler a jar of jam, would take several days.

And then I think the win condition would be stealing a tambourine from the attic, because I like the idea of running inside it like a giant hamster wheel.

#game idea #video games

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liquid-luck-00 · 7 months

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Marks of Magic

Day 9 Witch of Maribat Spooktober 2023

First *** Previous *** Next

Language and cursing is used

1600 Words

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Mari didn’t have a clue where she was going to land but she didn’t care. And if her suspicions are correct, she isn’t about to be interrupted, by one of the few people she would rather slap across the face, than talk to. Her coat was warm enough, but she summoned a scarf that she wrapped around her neck, covering her up to her nose. She didn’t know why she actually left, just that something, or someone (the kwamii), wanted her to be somewhere.

She walked through Gotham’s streets and of course she would notice them.

Street kids darted through the alleys and it hurt her heart. There was a reason why she helped Prince Ali often, she loved making the kids smile, she loved them since they reminded her of him. So she went into a dinner and ordered a giant pot of chicken soup, with chopped vegetables. Lugged it back to where she saw one of the braver kids, who was the look out as Jay pointed out to her so long ago.

“Go get the others.” She smiled at him but he just watched her suspiciously. She sighed and set the huge container on a sturdy looking box. "It’s only a little thing but…" She scooped out a serving and handed it to him. "I want to help if I can."

The boy tentatively took the cup of soup, but asked her, probably because of her accent she assumes. "Why do you care, you aren’t from around here?"

"A friend of mine was from here and he…" She doesn’t know how to say it. "He got out, he talked about it a lot, so if I can help in some small way."

"They already know." The boy said and just as he did several children walked out of the shadows. She started handing out cups and the smiles and rosy cheeks that the soup warmed made her smile.

The soup should have run out a long time ago but every child received seconds even thirds in some cases.

She kept pouring Mullo’s magic into it, multiplying its contents, and added a bit of heat to it as well, making sure they were all full.

"Miss?" A little girl, she was tiny and couldn’t be more than 6, tugged at her jacket. "Are you a witch?"

"No, I’m not." She lightly brushed the hair from the girls face.

"But that doesn’t make sense. You have to be."

"And why would that be?" She asked in return, not truly expecting the girls response.

"The soup hasn’t finished and it’s still hot."

Mari blinked. She hadn’t thought it through, sure it was a spur of the moment thing, but she didn’t expect them to notice. But she should have expected it, Jay was always more observant of the world around him them than she was. Maybe it was a street kid thing. They had to constantly be on the lookout, constantly on edge, and no child should have to be in that situation.

She smiled and then whispered to the child. "Yeah, I’m a witch."

The little girl’s eyes went wide before she squealed in joy. "What magic…" She stopped mid sentence and paled.

Mari couldn’t hear the children anymore the little girl beside her seems to be the last one. The others left her behind.

"What do you think you’re up to?" A voice to her left, blocking her into the alley, demanded.

She turned towards the voice slowly, pushing the little girl behind her. "I was only trying to help…"

But she was interrupted. "Bullshit. What are you’re really doing?"

The person stepped into the light. Red Hood, from what she recalled, while she was updating herself on the rogues, stepped forward a gun trained on her. She might be able to get away, but she can’t risk the girl.

She slowly pulled the scarf off behind her, placing it around the little girl, bleeding some of her luck into the cloth.

"Run!" She pulled the little girl onto her back charging at the rogue, who acted almost immediately. So she feigned a right, but at the last second dove to her left springing off the wall.

"Shit!" She heard him collide either with the other wall or the ground she couldn’t tell, but didn’t look back. So she ran as far as she could. Sure she noticed that Red Hood seemed to have a soft spot for kids but she didn’t want to chance it.

She stopped when she found a good place to hide the little girl. She tugged the scarf around the child to warm her a bit better. "Hide. And when you think it’s safe go and find the others. You’ll be okay."

"But what about you? He’s a rogue and… "

"Don’t forget." She tapped the child’s nose. "I’m a witch."

She heard heavy footfalls from somewhere above her. And started to run again. She just has to disappear, and what better way that from up high, so she ascended the first fire escape she found. Then a thought occurred to her.

Maybe… just maybe.

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All the kids were running off somewhere and he didn’t like it. Something felt weird and it didn’t sit well with him. So he followed behind a few of them until he spotted them.

A group of kids, there were maybe twenty to thirty kids were in an alley and a woman was with them. She seemed friendly enough but he knows no one is nice without a reason, especially towards street kids; even more so in Gotham.

He moved closer, the woman seemed oblivious he was there, and Mary, he recognized came up to her.

"Miss?" Mary tugged at the woman’s jacket. "Are you a witch?"

"No, I’m not." The woman brushed the hair from Mary’s face.

"But that doesn’t make sense. You have to be."

"And why would that be?"

"The soup hasn’t finished and it’s still hot."

The woman smiled and then whispered, Jason was barely able to hear. "Yeah, I’m a witch."

Jason then took action, it didn’t matter how nice she seemed, she just became a danger to these kids.

"What do you think you’re up to?" He stepped forward and most of the kids scurried away. He pulled out a gun and trained it on her.

The woman turned towards him slowly, pushing Mary behind her. "I was only trying to help…"

But he didn’t let her finish. "Bullshit. What are you’re really doing?" He stepped into the light his gun still trained on her. She seemed to freeze.

Good. She should be scared, for what she was going to do.

"Run!" She shouted as she pulled Mary onto her back charging at him. She ran to his left side, and he tried to get Mary away from her, but she dove to his right springing off the wall.

"Shit!" He crashed into the wall, since he over stepped, without having the extra weight and momentum to spin back.

She was gone, but he had to get the kid back safe. He took to the roof tops to get a better vantage point and that was when he saw her duck into another alley. He was going to jump down, but she had climbed up. He could still see Mary clinging to the woman, but they still ran.

The woman, he has to admit must be agile and in good shape. She has kept the same distance between them and doesn’t slow even when jumping between the roof tops. She’s done this before, and that makes this so much worse.

Then she turned, stopping in the middle of a roof. He looked around and noticed all the warehouses, so they were alone. He pulled out both guns, when the air around her rippled. Mary was gone.

"Where’s the girl?!" He barked, at the unknown woman.

"Safe." She smiled, cocky.

Was she going to go back to where she stashed her.

"You’re not as bad as they say." She hummed.

"And what do they say?" He retorted.

"That you’re bloodthirsty, and will tear anyone to shreds."

"And what if they are right?"

She shrugged, stepping forward. "But you care about the kids. And I know that anyone who does at least has some of their humanity."

"At least you can die, with that idea of me." He cocked the gun still in his hand.

"Before you do, I have a favor."

"And why would I do anything for you?"

She grinned, and for a second he remembered Marinette and her ludicrous ideas that always succeeded, but always started with a similar grin. "I want you to help me kill the stupid fucking clown."

"That’s a bit broad isn’t it?" He hasn’t made it known, his personal grudge against the Joker, so why choose him. It couldn’t be just because of his reputation or even this little test she pulled. No there was something else.

"Fine, Joker, narrow enough for you?" She quirked a brow and he lowered his gun slightly.

"What, you have a personal vendetta against him? You, ain’t from Gotham, Pixie."

"I’m not but a good friend of mine was, and Joker killed him in front of me. So yeah it’s personal." She didn’t back down from him, in fact she stepped forward, stopping just in front of him, extending a hand to him.

"You have to be a witch." He holstered his guns, not shaking her hand just yet.

"Yeah I’m a W.I.T.C.H." Her eyes sparked, reminding him of his old friend. "A Woman In Total Control of Herself."

That grin was back on her face, but with that Jason couldn’t help but trust her.

"Fine I’m in."

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Taglist:

@jennifer-rose123 @toodaloo-kangaroo @joydone07 @mizzy-pop @starling218

#maribat #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #dc x miraculous #miraculous x dc #maribat october prompts #maribat spooktober 2023 #maribat marinette #maribat jason todd

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devildom-dedicated-daydreams · 5 months

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An Unlikely Backer (Mammon x Reader) Chapter 4

Previous Chapter: Today I'm a Cute French Maid

Full arc title: The Unfavored Daughter Chooses an Unlikely Backer (link to arc masterlist here)

Chapter title: The Best Things in Life are Free, the Second Best Things…

Word count: 1.6K

Pairing: Mammon x FMC, Mammon x F!Reader

MAMMON

The duchy was falling apart. The mines had been stripped of every piece of gold and diamond they could offer and Mammon was now feeding his people from his own pocket. Sure the royal family would give a hefty award for winning the war but he had hundreds of people living in the dukedom, he had a lot of mouths to feed and he needed a separate award for the men who accompanied him to battle. The royal sum won’t last them long.

“You keep sighing.” It was his former nanny and current head maid, Everleigh. She brought him a pot of tea. He really didn’t like tea, but it wasn’t like they could afford wine or hot chocolate anymore. He technically could, but then what would the people eat?

“Leigh, what should I do? I suck at writing letters.” He had crumpled at least a dozen pieces of paper trying to find a way to ask for a loan from Viscount Leopold.

“Take a break, Your Grace, you haven’t rested since you arrived yesterday.”

Unable to resist temptation, he snuck out for a drink at Ammencera Promenade without his men to clear his head. But of course, they caught him.

With another sigh, he gave up. “I think I will take a break.”

Leigh grinned before bowing and living his study.

He finished every drop of the warm tea before retiring to his bedroom.

The next morning he woke up earlier than the break of dawn, slipped into plain-looking trousers and the dirty white shirt he wore when he sparred with the knights, and escaped back to Ammencera Promenade. Everleigh didn’t like him going there, not because it was the so-called “land of the peasants,” but because she didn’t want him getting caught and ostracized even more by the other nobles.

He didn’t care what the other nobles thought about him though.

He passed by several decrepit buildings and a bunch of construction workers and glassware makers laughing.

“They look awfully cheery for men who are awake this early in the morning,” Mammon said as he met with Richard, the elderly toymaker he met with last night before getting his drink.

“I hear business is booming.”

“Huh.” Mammon shrugged. “Ya got what I asked?”

Richard chuckled. “Ten dolls and ten soldiers, just like you commissioned.”

Mammon beamed and gave him his payment before taking the sack of toys from his old friend. “Thanks, Richard. I may need to come back again so do your best to stay alive.”

“Ha! Never gets old.”

Mammon hurried to the orphanage, where Winnet stood holding her own sack. “Finally! I thought I was going to freeze to death.”

“Why didn’t you wait inside?”

“I was worried you’d get lost with all this fresh snow.”

“I’m not that stupid.”

“I really doubt it.”

“Where are the wonder twins?”

“At home, exhausted.” Minette grinned. “They had a rush order and they found their new ‘muse.’”

“Really?” That was a first.

“Well, come on, the kids are waiting.”

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YOU

You were in the library when Lyrra informed you that your purchases have been delivered to the estate.

“Send them to my room.” Without looking away from your book, you tossed her a coin, which she shakingly caught with both hands.

“Yes, milady!”

“And be sure to call me when lunch is prepared.”

“Of course.”

The system watched the maid skip away with glee before dinging. [Won’t the family be mad about the giant hole you left in their pocket?]

You chuckled. “I’m counting on it.”

Lo and behold, your father was fuming when he caught you walking into the dining hall for lunch.

You ignored his and your stepmother’s glares as you made your way to your seat. No one spoke a word while the servants brought the meal. No one moved even when the last plate was set down.

Shrugging to yourself, you picked up your spoon to try the soup–the head of the house coughed loudly, an act that even a young child of any nobleman would deem inappropriate and rude.

You didn’t flinch, of course, in fact, you haven’t acknowledged his presence since you entered. The man has ignored this body 90 percent of the time.

Smiling tenderly, you proceeded to eat first.

That set him off. “You dare eat!”

You set down the spoon and dabbed your chin with your napkin before making eye contact. He was a sour-looking man, with graying hair and a nasty set of distracting yellowing teeth.

You offered a small but loose. "It is lunch time, is it not? You all seemed unwilling to eat so I went ahead and took the first bite to show you that the food isn't poisoned."

Your father turned pink so his loving wife stepped in, grinning forcefully at you. "I hear you went out shopping."

Your sisters lit up at the mention of the merchandise delivered at the door.

"I saw everything. I didn't even recognize any of the branding," commented Deneve.

“So many things and yet so little taste,” added Alma. “That reminds me you’re wearing an interesting ensemble today, sister.”

“Yes, the redness of your lips is so lovely. You look worthy enough to be married to Marquess Whitlock.”

Marquess Whitlock was an old man notorious for sleeping around with the so-called ladies of the night.

The two girls burst into a fit of muffled giggling, content with their wittiness.

“Now, girls, be nice to your sister. It’s your job to guide her during times like this.” Your stepmother was definitely smirking behind that veneer of pity and sympathy she showed you.

You merely hummed. “I don’t blame you for not noticing the brand names, after all, the Queen was the one who suggested them. She also complimented the glow of my face when I visited her the other day.”

The girls froze and a silence befell the room. To insult the Queen’s taste, the opinion of anybody from the royal family, was a major faux pas akin to social suicide. There was an old legend about a king from long ago who went to war and came home with a woman with origins unknown. Not much was known about her aside from her love of flowers. During a tea party, one of the guests innocently inquired why she wore a floral dress, as the pattern was commonly associated with little girls. The king cut the person’s tongue and florals bombarded the market for years.

Even if the majority found it over-the-top, no one would ever talk badly about how you previously donned the violet of the royal family or how your former fiance insisted on wearing flashy suits. (Not where it could be heard, anyway.)

“Nonetheless, even you have spent way more than necessary,” your father said.

Before you could open your mouth, your stepbrother, Bardrich, defended you, “Father, Alma and Deneve have spent more on fur coats and hats this season, I’m sure a few more won’t be too bad.”

You narrowed your eyes but quickly smiled at him.

Bardrich wasn’t horrible to look at. In fact, he was one of the female lead’s many admirers who made several appearances in the webcomic. They first met with her in a tree and she yelled at him for saying it was unladylike. He ate up the “not like other girls” act like grapes.

However, your body had no memories of this man outside of being just one of the members of your distant family, so it was a big shock for him to defend you like this.

“I beg your pardon, my lord, my ladyship.” The butler arrived holding a silver tray with a single letter.

You knew exactly what it was–

“It’s a royal invitation to the celebratory ball.”

The mood in the dining hall lightened instantly as everyone discussed what to wear and who to expect.

You quietly finished your lunch before excusing yourself to your room, leaving the family to their own.

[My Host, your ability to lie while smiling sweetly continues to impress me. Now please explain just what you’re going to do when everyone arrives at the ball and sees that Queen is wearing the same unflattering makeup!]

“No need to yell.” You picked up the boxes that didn’t have the Winfred’s logo. You unwrapped a wooden box freshly varnished and beautifully inlaid with rose flowers. You then went to find the other boxes that didn’t contain clothes or accessories. After finding the different glass vials, you opened the Witches’ Cauldron Chem Set and made a facial cleanser kit, then you made a hypoallergenic powder, a blush, and a lipstick, each one contained in ornate, professionally carved glass and metal containers. You had to thank Winnet for introducing you to such talented craftsmen.

You then wrote her a letter which included the usual greetings and polite chitchat in addition to your instructions: “Please avoid using your usual makeup during these three weeks as they will interfere with the treatment. If you must paint your face, please use the ones I have included in the box.”

When everybody was asleep, you rang for Lyrra. You handed her a delicately wrapped box and the sealed letter.

You slipped her a pouch of gold coins. “This must be sent ASAP, and no one else but you and the delivery man is to know about it, understand?”

She nodded, arms heavy with your gifts to Her Majesty and her salary.

“Oh, and before you go.” You threw her something. “Consider this a reward for your good job.”

Lyrra drooled at the diamond bracelet between her fingertips. “I’ll continue to serve you faithfully!”

“I’m sure you will.”

#mammon #obey me #au #qt #quick transmigration #obey me swd #shall we date #obey me mammon #fmc #female reader #f reader #femc #period au #historical au #sci fi #fantasy

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pixelprinxe · 9 months

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This gives me the idea of one of them being sick and having to take care of them. I want to say it starts with Luigi. Mario and peach are out, Luigi is taking care of the castle but gets sick, Bowser comes in to Yanno kidnap peach but finds Luigi instead. Luigi gives like a speech about how he’s here to protect the castle and Bowser is like no you’re sick you need to rest. Puts Toad in charge and takes Luigi to bed. Luigi is surprised he’s actually great at taking care of people. And bowser is like No duh I have children. And Luigi is like oh yeah I forgot and asks if he doesn’t have anyone else to watch them. And bowser is like Not really it’s just him. Anyways after bowser makes him soup and gives him medicine he quickly leaves and the next day Luigi is actually all better. And Mario and peach are back. The day after he hears whispering wondering where bowser is. “He’s usually here by now.” And “don’t you know? They said he got sick last night!” Luigi’s heart sinks. He made Bowser sick?! He runs home to grab his gear and darts to bowsers castle. They question him being there but Bowser tells them to let him in. Luigi comes in to find bowser in bed. Bowser asking why he’s there. Luigi raises an eyebrow and says “it’s only fair I take care of you since I made you sick” he quickly makes a giant pot of soup and takes a bowl to Bowser. He is the cutest little husband. Bowser admits he’s not used to getting sick. Luigi takes a little wet rag to help cool him down. Their faces get close. Bowser falls asleep and as Luigi tries to walk away, he pulls him into a hug. He can’t break free and ends up falling asleep too. Bowsers kids walk in to find them cuddling. The next day when bowser is all better and eating dinner with his kids one of them asks if that’s their new mom.

#bowluigi #bowugi #bowser x luigi #bowser #Luigi #the super mario bros movie

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dangermousie · 1 year

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Give it up for the most obsessive evil overlord to ever destroy a universe stylishly. He is in some sort of semi-gateway-to-death thingie conversing with demon god essence and his question? WHERE IS MUH WOMAN!!!! God, I love his one-track mind.

“Come on, man, we got people to slaughter, worlds to destroy and stylish outfits to make, get with the program,” fumes the demonic entity.

Demon entity needs to get it in the neck.

The whole scene with Tantai Jin taking out Tantai Minglang was epic, but the more and more I watch this drama, the more I think they will not end happily like the novel, but end right after he saves the world and disappears, perhaps with Susu left with their daughter to wait for him hopefully. I don’t think censors go for bad(dish) dudes getting happy endings, and even if he’s a saint compared to the novel version, he’s still done a lot of bloody stuff.

(Gotta love his lifting the robes as he walks away from the best rat barbeque in history. Regicide may be happening but can’t get the hems dirty.

Mmmm yes he IS!

They have softened him up considerably as the emperor; in the novel, there was a serious xianxia Caligula or Caracalla* vibe (I am sure there are more apt comparisons with Chinese emperors but I don’t know enough to make one.) But huge points to LYX for still conveying that slightly playful yet terrifyingly unhinged edge.

Pure insane edge. He is SPEAKING like book Tantai Jin lite but the vibe and the acting choices are pure OG book Tantai Jin and I am living for it.

When I saw the scene with the giant pot of soup I shrieked because this is such a nod to the novel where he cooked the prior ruler to serve them in pots because if they ate the past monarch they would always be viewed as traitors to same. If you didn’t read the book, you probably wondered why the random soup pot tho. MMMM ILY makers!

Chicken Soup for the Soul, by his Sovereign Majesty, Emperor Tantai Jin.

Hahahaha

The thing that I really love is that just like LBFAD showed that not feeling doesn’t mean bad (it means he can’t have bad feelings either), this drama shows that self-interest and cold-bloodedness and rationality do not have to be bad either. (And it’s not even just that - TTJ wants to protect his homeland in general.) Because TTJ smartly realized that if he’s a good, popular, powerful emperor, this isn’t just good for the kingdom, it’s good for his independence and safety.

PS He is STILL searching for Susu AAAAAAA!

#cdrama #luo yunxi #till the end of the moon

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luna-the-bard · 26 days

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👁️👁️teeny tiny giant infodump about terranian foods

* Skeets has never had chicken noodle soup before Samus made it for her when she was sick

* Terranian cultures have broths and soups, but they’re usually veggie soups with lots of turnip & potato-like veggies/starches. That’s not to say they can’t add meat in them - but there’s only one species of chicken exists around these parts (the Big Blue Dinochicken), so it’s off limits.

Some soups have grain in them, too - mix some potatoes and buckwheat together in poultry/meat broth, add some other vegetables to it like carrots, and maybe even some meatballs if you’re feeling fancy (the ones that are specifically for soup, they’re different), and you have yourself a pot full of nutritious deliciousness.

The broths themselves are usually a lot spicier than one might be used to, and oftentimes have stuff like ginger or seafood-related products like seaweed in them. Those make things a bit more flavorful - since terranians can’t really taste spice, they go for sour or salty tastes when they want to make something less bland.

They also have lots of herbal tea blends, caffeinated and not. Terran tea has to be brewed ice-cold, the temperature of that water being crucial to the leaves releasing the light toxins stored within them, and a cold drink is usually well-appreciated in a warm climate like Te’rra’s.

There’s a kvas-like (carbonated fermented non-alcoholic drink) beverage that can be made at home from concentrate or from scratch. Put it in a big pot/bucket with a lid and let it stand in the shade for a couple days, and you’ll have yourself something nice and refreshing to sip on during the hot day cycle.

* Anyways the chicken noodle soup became an act of care for Skeets, like it becomes for a lot of people that were fed it when they would get sick. Also both Skeets and Samus add diced Swiss cheese to it because it’s delicious and I said so.😒

Terranians have many delicious stew recipes. The most popular ones are beef veggie stews (whatever equivalent to beef Te’rra has to offer, anyway), and several types of shepherd’s pie (which also utilizes terran beef; it’s easier sourced than the elusive poultry).

There is a number of pickled vegetables that are popular on Te’rra, and some pickled fruit, but I personally only care about pickled cucumbers bc those are superior. Also Skeets is mildly allergic to pickled beets.

Preserved fruit is mostly peaches and a crunchy apple-like fruit named grabi (because the shrub it grows on feeds on small animals via grabbing and entangling them in its branches, to prepare for digestion).

Speaking of flora, because the plants are so springy and often dense (aside from nectar flowers/honeyplants, which have a mushy inside - in case of being squished, it feeds the soil and attracts insects with its smell so they can spread the pollen/seeds), a lot of veggie dishes have to be steamed, stewed, slow cooked or sautéed for a long time to prepare them for consumption. This is why cooking in large portions for a crowd of people is so common; it’s just less time-consuming to throw everything into a big pot and make a bunch at once. It gives other terranians more time to dedicate to their own tasks, as they don’t have to prepare meals as often.

This is also why there’s so many stews, and steamed veggies, or veggie blends fried in oil (they’re usually steamed a bit before or during the process, too, to soften the fibers). Skeets likes the fried blends a lot. If she’s eating steamed veggies, she tends to add a lot of salt to them to compensate for the blandness. She loves meat stews, too, even if the meat is just in the sauce. At some point, when her and Samus were visiting a tourist hotspot somewhere outside of Te’rra, they stopped for dinner at a small restaurant. This is how Skeets was introduced to fettuccine bolognese. To this day, this is one of her favorite non-terran dishes; at least a third of her and Samus’s dates now involve going somewhere that serves it (lucky for them, those places aren’t hard to find).

While eating honeyplant nectar is great, its petals and fruit are also often harvested and either eaten raw/with little preparation, or cooked, or preserved/pickled. Raw or slightly cooked, the petals and fruit retain a very nice ✨crunchy✨ texture (crispy crunchy watery like a cucumber on the outside, sweet and sticky like fresh honey on the inside). Preserved, the skin tends to soften a little bit and lose that crunchiness, but the petals become a lot sweeter because of the added sugar.

Also, terran shrimp. Are blue and green. That’s it that’s all I have to say about them👍🏻

Enjoy, @coldgoldlazarus

#luna talks #skeets #oc #original character #metroid fan oc #fan oc #lore dump #worldbuilding #you’ve been fed y’all #bon appetit

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heyiwrotesomethings · 1 year

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Mary Saotome x FEM reader

Mary being sick and being WAYYY too affectionate (beri sik) and reader takes care of her and cuddles her 😃

baiiiii have a great day

Mary, Go Home!

Mary Saotome x She/Her Reader

A/N: Cuuute. Hope you like it! Word Count: 1,093

Early in the morning as (Y/n) was getting ready for school, she received a barely intelligible text message from Mary. Solving the riddle of the bad spelling and spacing, (Y/n) figured out that Mary was sick and wouldn’t be at school that day. She quickly texted her back, telling her to get well soon. She’d drop by her house later that night to give her whatever notes she took during classes and a container of her favorite soup.

Mary’s responding text was almost instantaneous and very un-Marylike, a giant block of various heart emojis that made (Y/n) giggle to herself. Mary must have been very sick indeed to be sending texts like that.

(Y/n) put her phone in her pocket and gathered her belongings, setting off for schools as usual. With none of her posse to be found, she meandered through the halls until she found a gambling den that interested her.

“Do we have time for one more round before class?” She asked, already shuffling the cards.

“Duh!” One of the boys at the table clicked his tongue in annoyance, “I gotta get my money back somehow!”

“I don’t know… I’ve already grown pretty attached to it.” (Y/n) smirked.

These guys didn’t have a clue on how to run an effective den. (Y/n) had seen through their tricks right away and was now using them to her own benefit. She’d have no issue taking home a sizable pot of yen when all was said and done.

She deliberately held up her cards in a way that kept their backs mostly hidden and subtly scanned the everyone’s marked hands. She surpressed a smile as she realized that she was going to win this hand too.

Then she flinched when an unexpected pair of arms came up and wrapped around her neck from behind. She sighed, already having a good idea of who was clinging to her.

“Yumeko, can this wait, I need to concentrate.”

She heard a wheeze of laughter and the arms wrapped around her more snugly.

“Ding dong, you guessed wrong!”

(Y/n) turned her head to the side, getting a face full of blonde hair.

“Mary? What are you doing here, you said you were sick!”

“Is fine,” Mary waved her hand limply, “I wann’ed to see you.”

“You gonna play a card or what?” The boy from before snarled impatiently.

“Hey! You shuddup an’ let ‘er take ‘er time!” Mary glared. Well, she glared as best she could looking as sleepy and sick as she did.

“Sorry, ignore her.” (Y/n) requested, putting down a card.

“Hmph!” Mary huffed, pressing her face against (Y/n)’s neck. She sniffled loudly, making (Y/n) shudder as the sound made her ears rattle in all the wrong ways.

(Y/n) still managed to win the game by the skin of her teeth. Mary had been a big distraction and had made (Y/n) mess up the order of cards to play, but thankfully she still had enough points to take first. She quickly gathered her winnings and dragged Mary away before the smug insults she was dishing out could earn her a black eye or a busted lip.

“Where are we going?” Mary frowned, making as much of her weight (Y/n)’s problem as she could without actually making (Y/n) carry her.

“I’m taking you home. You shouldn’t be here while your sick. You can come back in a couple days when you feel better.”

“But I don’t want to go home!” Mary whined, slugging completely to the floor and halting their progress.

“Why not?” (Y/n) grunted, trying to bring Mary back to her feet.

“Because you aren’t there.” Mary’s lip wobbled, her big brown eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

“Aww, Mary. It’s okay, don’t cry.”

This was a side of Mary that (Y/n) had never seen before. She was sure if Mary was even just a bit more lucid, she would be disgusted with how clingy she was being. But (Y/n) found it absolutely adorable and she would cherish this side of Mary for as along as she could. One day off couldn’t hurt. Not like academics really mattered that much in this crazy school. She crouched to the ground beside Mary and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“I’ll stay with you okay? I’ll make Ryota take really good notes for us while we get comfy and eat some good soup, doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Yeah.”

“Can you stand back up for me? Let’s go.”

Mary did manage to back back up on her feet, but she wasn’t interested in walking. Instead she climbed her way up (Y/n)’s back, wrapping her arms and legs around her like a sloth or a koala. (Y/n) shook her head fondly and carried Mary home.

She decided to take Mary to her house because Mary’s parents were at work and Mary had locked herself out by foregoing to bring her key with her. Besides, the ingredients for her soup were at home anyway. It was a closer walk too.

She settled Mary on the couch after giving her some comfier clothes to change in to and piled on the blankets and pillows.

“Here, you pick something to watch while I make the soup. Make sure to drink all this water too, I want it all gone before I’m done in the kitchen, okay?”

Mary nodded and took a couple small sips before (Y/n) even left the living room.

“Let me know if you need anything!” She called over her shoulder as she left.

“I need cuddles!”

“The cuddles will come later.” (Y/n) promised.

When she finished making the soup, she ladled some into a mug. Mary rejoiced at her return and clumsily made space for (Y/n) on the couch.

“I finished my water.” She proudly shared, showing her empty glass.

“Good work. I’ll get you some more for later, here is your soup. Can you hold it?”

Mary carefully took hold of the mug and brought it to her chest with a shiver and a cute smile.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” A term on endearment like that would normally make Mary red with embarrassment and unnecessarily hostile, but in her current docile state, it made her giggle happily until a round of coughing cut her off.

When (Y/n) settled back on the couch, Mary cuddled right into her side. (Y/n) petted her loose hair, gently untangling the knots that formed from Mary wiggling and rolling around. Eventually the soothing motion helped ease Mary into a peaceful slumber, but not before she planted a clumsy and sweet kiss against (Y/n)’s cheek.

#kakegurui x reader #kakegurui oneshots #mary saotome x reader #maeri saotome x reader #kakegurui mary x reader #requests #anonymous

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noodle-slurp · 2 years

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CONTENT WARNINGS: Nongraphic mentions of fatal, anxiety of digestion, fearplay (?), Soft vore. I am not good with content tags, lemme know if I missed any Anyway have this snippet of a day dream I have been having lately. Will I write the rest? will I add the before half? who knows!I just needed this particular part out of my system - stat. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --Steam begins to rise from the pot, savory and warm. It had been a few weeks since they had eaten anything decent, and they were looking forward to the stew finishing. They wished it’d get done sooner. Their stomach tightened and groaned, pleading with them to just ram the raw ingredients into their mouth like a feral animal - it was a challenge to summon up the will to ignore it. Distraction comes in the form of a sense of being watched. They squint past the flames into the darkness, heart racing in their ears. They tell themselves it’s nothing - that they imagined it, that they’re just being paranoid, but they know there’s things out there in the shadows, monsters hiding just beyound where the light reaches. Ok, maybe Monster(s) as in multiple, was a stretch, but they knew of at least one that prowled these woods, and each night they spent here, was a night they wondered if he’d find them. They weren’t sure how they felt on that prospect - sure, his main diet consisted of humans, but their initial meeting had gone... as well as it could have gone, really. They’d lived, at least. Despite his words upon their last departure, they wondered, if maybe, just maybe, things could go well a second time....It’s not like they had anything else to hope for. They didn’t know where else to go anymore... That itch of being watched becomes the sense of being hunted. Their skin crawls and they fight to steady their breathing as Flight kicks in. They bounce their leg, but don’t move. “Can I finish my soup at least?” they ask, not entirely sure anyone was there at all. There is a rustling - followed by slow, heavy steps that stop beside them. They look up, green eyes catching on the mans legs. They tilt their head until their eyes meet with the giants, fierce and gleaming in the firelight. He frowns down at them, seeming irritated. “Do you remember what I told you would happen if you came back here?” he asks gruffly. They look away, feeling guilty and disappointed. They knew where this was heading. “That you’d eat me.” “That I’d eat you.” he echoes, eyes narrowing hungrily. He seems equally disappointed. Their insides twist making them feel sick. They stare at the steaming pot of stew, gnawing on those words. They had hoped this would go differently, they didn’t know why they thought that, they just hoped, maybe if they believed it hard enough, it would be so. “Do you have to?” they ask, not hopeful. There’s a scoff from above, he probably rolled his eyes. “Did you have to set camp in these woods? If you didn’t want me to eat you, you shouldn’t have come.” He had a point. They had options, but these woods were familiar to them, home long before he made it his territory. Part of them simply hadn’t wanted to leave. I mean, it was here they found him, a giant, the first sign of there being more in life than they’d known their entire life. A sign that there was magic hidden away - waiting to be found again. They look up as a clawed hand reaches for them. “Wait.” They ask, heart leaping into their throat as they stand and back up a few feet. They know better than to run from a predator - but the urge is hard to fight. “Can I ask for a favor?” “You can ask.” he drawls, fingers brushing past them as they stumble backwards more. “Can’t promise I’ll grant it.” “Can I-” they swallow the panic rising in their throat as he reaches for them again. “Can I at least finish my soup?” “Why bother?” he replies coldly, swiping them into his grasp. Dizziness washes over them as they’re lifted from the ground, feeling weightless and nauseous. “I don’t want to die hungry.” they plead, looking up into those gleaming eyes. They reminded them of a cats, bright and menacing . “And I don’t want to wait.” he responds bluntly. “Cmon.” they plead with a nervous smile. “I’d be more filling....Like a ...a stuffed chicken. Probably taste better, too...” They look away, unable to hold his gaze as they speak. They sense bile creeping up their throat. They aren’t sure they could eat even if they tried at this point. he makes a humming noise, as if thinking, though, they know he already has an answer. “Can you...at least make it quick?” they ask before he can reply, giving up their initial request. “I’ll think about it.” he huffs before dragging his tongue across their face. They brace their feet against the giants collar bone, trying to push away from his mouth. “please.” they whine, much to their own shame. He merely huffs hot, amused breath into their face before pulling them past jagged fangs and towards his throat. They squirm against his tongue attempting to squiggle back the way they came- they go still as his fangs settle heavily on their shoulders and spine. They wordlessly pray to any god that will listen that he will simply keep pressing down until they snap in half. Unfortunately, the pressure eases, releasing them just so his tongue can press them into his pallet, squeezing the air from their lungs and leaving their hands scrabbling against the slick muscle in any attempt to find a better position. There’s a deafening rumble around them, gravity shifting and pulling them into a pocket of air that they inhale eagerly - and immediately choke on. They open their eyes to see only darkness before them. There’s another rumble - and they are slipping down his throat as he tilts his head back to swallow again. It’s an uncomfortable and suffocating descent. There is a thrumming in their ears, a pulsing in their body, it takes them a moment to realize it’s a mixture of their own blood racing through them, and the beating of the giants heart around them. They’re almost grateful when they’re pushed into his stomach. They cough and wheeze as they take deep lungfuls of the rancid air. Each breath burns with scalding heat all the way down.Their head spins, a constant feeling of falling weighing on them as they pulled themselves into a more comfortable position. Well, as comfortable as being in a cramped gut could be, they barely had the space to move. There is a pressure above them, one that moves down their head and over their shoulders - the giant rubbing his stomach. They hear him catching his breath, and the stomach tightens around them as he settles himself into a sit, before relaxing as he leans back with a content grunt. They feel sick with dread, fearful of the pain of dying that is soon to kick in any moment. They wonder, grimly, how long it will take - how long they’ll be conscious for it....They find some relief in the void tugging at their mind, consciousness quickly slipping away as the organ squeezed and groaned around them. It isn’t long before the darkness becomes soft and weightless, feathery light and peaceful, dragging them down into slumber. ---- The giant keeps a heavy hand over his full belly, content with the fullness his prey had given him, but somehow...dissatisfied still. He presses his back into the tree and looks over the small camp, now that he bothered to look, it was set up strangely, as if they had planned to stay here longer than a few days. Blankets and books spilled out of the tent and various trinkets sat on rocks and logs they had set up as stands around the fire. He sniffs and furrows his brows - they’d been out here for at least a month. How they’d gone unnoticed so long was beyond him. Perhaps...it was because this was the first night they had chosen to cook something? It had definitely been the smell of the stew that brought him here...But in that case, what had they been eating all this time? He huffs, annoyed with himself. Why did it matter to him? He could feel the human shift in his guts and go still.Disappointing, and yet, somehow a relief. He was certain they had passed out. Why did he care? He tips his head back to gaze at the stars, troubled and annoyed with himself. Was he really considering this? Humans were food - plain and simple.... Even ones that been weird and helped him when he had gotten injured - and especially the ones that asked too many questions. What if he had been right? What if this one was just pretending to be nice to get something from him? What if they were using him? What if - what if...they were just that foolish...? He frowns at himself and he is drawn out of his thoughts by a loud grumble from his middle, his stomach preparing itself to begin digestion. He ponders the bump, something he hadn’t really bothered to do before. He wonders what it must be like in there - and he wonders how fast it all happens - he’s never bothered to find out - as he usually sleeps after a hunt. He wonders if it will be unpleasant for them - if they’ll wake during it....he tries to imagine what it’d be like to see inside himself and watch it all happen....and he realizes the feeling eating away at him...is guilt. He runs a hand down his face and lets out a frustrated grunt. he looks back up to the stars. “just this once” he says to them before pulling himself forward onto his knees “Just this one...” He places his hands carefully, to avoid damaging anything in the camp, and tightens his core. It feels wrong - foreign, and he swallows them back down the first try he makes. It’s surprisingly difficult to bring the prey back up, his body telling him not to, even when he very much wants to - needs to, but eventually, they are deposited on the ground in front of him, soaking wet and miserable, but alive and unharmed. He worries for a moment, that they might have suffocated in there, that they had passed away already, but a ragged wheeze leaves their lungs before they choke and begin to cough. They look almost funny like this, gasping and inhaling air like a fish out of water. He notes the lightness in his chest, and despite his shame, he finds relief in their well-being. They struggle to their hands and knees, coughing and wheezing until they finally catch their breath - and then, with a confused groan, they pass out once more. The giant huffs and rolls his eyes. Humans were such fragile creatures. He decides to stay with them until the morning, ensuring nothing else comes to grab them while they slept.

#vore writing #soft vore #g/t #sfw vore #my writing #yeet

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tanadrin · 1 year

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after that giant buddha statues post, i had the sneaking suspicion that any individual post on tumblr really only ever garners like 2-3 different comments max. for the buddha statues one, it was “what about cristo redenton!!1,” “you forgot about cristo redentor!” and “i bet cristo redentor is bigger!!!”

for the uzbek cooking pot post, which has inexplicably taken off, it’s “i can’t believe that evil museum stole those nice people’s only cooking pot” (it was donated, it said so in the screenshot) and “lol they don’t make em like they used to anymore amirite, planned obsolence plastic mass production bad”

which is an equally stupid comment, given that not only is the perception that modern goods are flimsier a great example of survivorship bias, but a 2,000 year old cooking pot made of solid bronze (that hasn’t been used for most of those 2,000 years) is sort of the example of survivorship bias par excellence; but also, cheap plastic crap is wonderful, cheap plastic crap is why we live in comparative luxury compared to our ancestors who had to make everything out of extremely heavy and labor-intensive leather, glass, stone, wood, or hammered metal. you people are bitching about modern cookware when the ancient Sata of central Asia would give their firstborn son to be able to pop down to Walmart for a new soup pot when their old one broke or got lost.

#just need to vent about this #you too can cook using only solid bronze cookware #there is a reason you do not!

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eminems-skittles · 2 years

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Headcanon 6 and 15 with Bob? ✨

headcanon prompt list

omg these r both so long i hope that you like them!!!!

6- different ways they cuddle

ok ok ok

bob has {insert} ways he cuddles

big spoon- he loves being big spoon. he loves wrapping you in his arms and hugging you as close to him as possible. this is his go-to when you’re feeling down. he also likes to put his arm under your head and drape his other arm across your waist. he likes to press his hand against your stomach and rub it/trace shapes on it very lightly. his head is either behind your head, on your shoulder (not rly on it but he likes to be close to kiss your shoulders/neck), or above your head so he is curled around you and you are curled against him

you on top- he likes when you lay on him. he loves to rub your back and play with your hair. he also melts when you lazily kiss his jaw. loves the way you look up at him when you’re tired. this is his go to when he’s reading or watching tv and wants you close.

full body weight- when he has had a rough day, he’ll just plop down right on top of you. he loves when you play with his hair. he always wraps his arms around you, neither of you caring if it was uncomfortable. he also lays on you whenever you ask him to. maybe it’s because you like to feel his weight on top of you and it grounds you. he will never pass up an opportunity to lay on you

koala- this is a very rare one for him but he also loves when you sit on his lap and wrap around him like koala. this is his favorite way to cuddle and hold you when he gets back from a mission. he’ll sometimes get up and walk around your house with you like that. when you’re sitting down like that, you’re almost always lazily making out. he always has his hands on your thighs/at the crease of where your thighs meet your hips (does that make sense) he just loves having you close to him.

15- how they confess

bob puts a lot of thought into how he’s going to reveal his feelings for you

like he mulls over it for weeks

he eventually lands on sending you a bouquet of flowers before hangman tells him that’s lame

and he doesn’t want to listen to hangman because why would he but something about the idea of you not thinking his confession was grand enough got under his skin

so he planned out a whole dinner for you and invited you over

however you called to tell him you were sick (you really were) and anxiety was eating him alive because he wasn’t actually sure you were sick or if you cancelled because you didn’t want to go

he didn’t think you were lying, it’s just how his brain works

he decided on a whim to go over to your apartment and check up on you

because if you were sick (which you were) he wanted to make sure you were okay

so he grabbed the flowers he got you off the table, got in his car and stopped at the grocery to pick up some of your favorites for you

his heart broke when you opened the door wrapped in a giant blanket

“bob?” you asked, sniffling.

“are you okay?” he asked almost immediately. he took in your appearance. you looked so tired and your nose was running.

“just a cold. what are you doing here? what’s in the bag?” you asked, eying the grocery bags in his hand curiously. however, your gaze focused on the fresh bouquet of roses in his other hand.

“can i come in?” he asked. you nodded and moved back to let him in the house. he went straight to your kitchen, having memorized the layout of your house from countless movie nights and get togethers. when you finally made your way into the kitchen, he was opening the can of soup he had bought for you and grabbing a small pot to heat it in.

“you’re making me soup?” you asked, your voice soft.

“is that alright? you said you were sick and we were supposed to have dinner together anyways so i figured..” he trailed off at the end of his sentence. his back was turned to you as he fussed with the stove. he was surprised when he felt your arms wrap around his torso and your head rest against his back.

“i love you,” you sleepily mumbled. you were so exhausted from being sick that you didn’t even think twice about the words that slipped out until you felt bob turn around in your arms.

“what?” he asked. his eyes were wide as he looked down at you and there was a hint of disbelief in his features.

you were quiet for a second as you processed what you accidentally confessed. he didn’t say anything and that caused you to panic. you looked down only to have him push your chin back up so you were looking right into his eyes. “never mind.”

“say it again.” he was basically begging you.

“why?”

“because i love you too.”

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echantedtoon · 5 months

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Charlastor Week Day 3

Day 3 (3-3): Cooking

The room was filled with sing song humming and the smell of weird food in the air lingered everywhere. Not a bad smell, it smelt delicious whatever it was, but it just wasn't anything she ever really experienced before. Usually she would've enjoyed something like this but she just couldn't right now. You wanna know why?

It was HOT!!

Well it shouldn't have been a surprise really considering Hell was always had hot and burning heat, but HOLY MOTHER OF COW!! This kitchen was more like a giant oven on a million degrees with how hot it was. Ok. Maybe that was a little exaggerated but that surely what she felt with her hovering over the boiling pot and hot stove. What she wouldn't give for a nice cold piece of ice to just slap her face with it's sweet sweet coldness. But unfortunately for her, she didn't have a choice in the matter. Which she hated to bits and pieces.

The humming demon next to her wasn't even breaking a sweat. How was he doing that?! Black magic maybe? He was supposed to be a master of that sort of thing wasn't he? Or maybe it was just because he was just used to this sort of thing by now. She didn't know, but she was a bit irritated at the way he was smiling smugly at her.

"A little hot under the collar, Dear?" His radioized voice asked the smaller demon holding the small tray and staring up at him with a small frown. "You should smile more you know. After all you're never fully dressed without a smile!~"

She just sighed and held up the tray slightly when he reached over and grabbed one of the ingrediants off it. WHy did she have to be put on helping Alastor duty? ...Maybe it was punishment for causing Angel to fall down the stairs, but HEY! It was an accident. How was she supposed to know he would step on her foot and trip down the steps?! Luckily no one was seriously hurt but she couldn't help but feel like this was still some kind of punishment, or maybe it was because no one else wanted to help him make lunch. Being a known cannibal they were probably scared he'd make them his lunch, not that she cared too much. She had made him promise not to cook anyone and he wasn't really interested in eating anything other today than the weird soup looking stuff he had been on about for a while. But to be honest he looked almost done and confirmed it with the next sentence.

The powerful demon hummed staring down inches away from the boiling hot liquid and snapped his neck to her. "Now how about this! All Im missing is the secret ingredient I always use!"

"Which is?"

He held his hand to shush her as his eyes darted around the tray with a hum. "Well, dog gone. It seems you forgot to grab it from the strange keep-cold machine. Tch, tch. SO forgetful." She made a frown What? How was she supposed to know his secret ingredient? Oh she hoped it wasn't anything too terrible. But before she could retort he squeezed past her and tapped his way over to the fridge. "Now this won't do at all! Oh nonono. Never fear! I'll retrieve the specialty. Add all the peppers to the pot, Dear! And make sure it's all mixed together. Wouldn't want a bland taste now, would we?"

She watched with a frown as he hummed all willy nilly and opened the fridge, the door hiding them from view to each other, but sighed and looked back to the tray. Pepper huh? The only pepper she had was the small pepper shaker by the salt. She shrugged and carefully balanced the tray into one hand while grabbing the shaker in the other, she hovered it over the boiling pot before stopping.

"....Are you sure you want me to dump all of it in? That seems a lot for one pot."

"Of course! All of them." He answered without looking up from the inside of the fridge. "It's what the recipe calls for you know! It wouldn't taste the same."

"M'kay, If you say so." Without another word she began furiously shaking the small shaker. Little specks of black pepper poured into the pot below. It took a couple of shakes which left her hand tired, but the small shaker was empty and just in time for the deer to pop his red head back up holding the bag of venison from the back.

"Here we are! Mother's secret recipe." He sashayed his way back over and gave her a look. "Did you add all the peppers my dear?"

"Yeah. You said all of it."

He hummed and looked at the tray before tutting. "Dear, dear, dear. You must've misunderstood me." With a hand he grabbed a small bowl of chopped up tomatoes from the tray and held them up. "These sliced hot peppers will give the necessary kick it needs!"

She froze. Wait. THOSE were chilli peppers, then that means she-

"Uh, oh."

He hummed and tilted his head sideways. "'Uh, oh what Dear? You sound like you made a mistake."

"Uh...I may have added the wrong pepper."

He hummed curiously and too her horror turned his attention back to the pot. He curiously looked at the water with narrowed eye but soon enough his face contorted into what she thought was anger since the smile was gone. She jumped when he quickly faced the opposite direction and doubled over. OH CRAP!! She was so dead! But what came next wasn't what she was expecting at all.

"*ACH-ZZZZZZZZZTT!!*"

A giant sound of high pitched static feedback shot out and she winced. A moment later the deer demon bounced back with a smile like it never happened and looked to her with a smile.

"Oh Dear. It seems we'll have to move by lunch idea to dinner time. It'll be too stressful to try to fix the soup you already turned it into Im afraid."

She tilted her head confused at his smile. "What are you talking about?"

"Well Dearie, pepper soup isn't really a recipe one should mess with or be left with unforeseen allergies."

#hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel charlie #radiobelle #charlastorweek2020 #charlastorweek #charlastor #charlie x alastor #alastor x charlie #hazbin hotel

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