#experiment blurbs

[thejavavoid]

turbol writing prompties???

-fears 😟😖😣 -turrl tots 🐢🐢🐢🐢 -birthdayys!!!!! 🎂🎁🥳🎉🎈 -practice ⚔️🤺🥷 -rat dad 🐀🧀

have fun!!!!! (≧▽≦)

oooooh!!!!!

i'll take fears for 50 points please! :D

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"Guys? O- Leo? Raph? Mikey?!"

.........

"Dad??"

Donnie wrapped himself tight in his blanket. He was supposed to be done with these blindness problems. Splinter- Dad- had said his sight was completely restored.

Yet here he was, in the middle of his bed, seeing absolutely nothing. 

It was scary. 

"Dad?!!"

Nobody answered. Where was everybody? Was he alone? He didn't want to be alone. Not when he couldn't see.

"GUYS!!"

"HELP!!!"

Donnie could feel tears forming in his eyes. At least that part still worked. 

He curled up into his shell and screamed. He wanted someone to hear him, he needed someone to hear him. He was scared. 

At least before this, he was never alone. 

"Guys, please…" He could barely choke out the words as he sobbed. He sat there, in a bed, completely alone. 

He heard something thumping around him. Was that coming from outside his room or inside? 

He shrank even further into his shell, crying so hard his throat hurt. 

Please don't hurt me.

Please don't hurt me.

Please don't hurt me…

"Donatello!"

…Dad?

"Donatello, are you alright?"

Dad.

"I- Dad, I can't- I can't see you," He stammered between tears. "I can't see!"

 "It's okay, I'm right here. I've got you." Splinter's voice was calm, soothing. Donnie felt those familiar, soft hands hold him gently. Donnie pulled himself out of his shell and buried his face into his father's chest, unable to stop crying. "I can't see," he mumbled over and over. 

"Hold on, it's okay. Don't worry." Splinter picked Donnie up and carried him around. Donnie wasn't sure where, but if Dad was doing it then it must be okay… right?

He heard the mumbling voices of his brothers, asking what was going on, but he was too scared to focus on their words. Splinter was stroking his head, holding his hand, making sure he was okay. Donnie's sobs turned to heavy breaths as he calmed down.

"Donatello, open your eyes." He didn't even notice they were shut, but opening them made no difference. He could only see pitch black in front of him. The darkness was swallowing him whole, and he couldn't do anything to escape it except squeeze his eyes shut again.

"Donatello. Look at me, it's alright."

Donnie hesitated, but he peeled his eyes open slowly. 

He saw his dad's face. His soft, fuzzy face. It was definitely there. 

"Dad…?" He whispered as his eyes refilled with tears. 

"I told you; it's alright. You can see me now?"

Donnie nodded, afraid to wipe his eyes in case he lost his sight again.

"There was just a power outage in the city. It caused our lights to go out as well, including your lamp." Splinter smiled and carefully rubbed the tears out of Donnie's eyes.

"Here," he said, placing something small into the turtle's tiny hand. "In case it's dark again, use this. A flashlight."

Donnie stared at the tube thing in his hand. There was a tiny light inside of it. He held it close and hugged his dad tightly. "I- I'm sorry…" he mumbled. 

"Don't be. I'm here to take care of you, it's okay to be scared." 

Splinter laid Donnie back into his bed. His brothers crawled in after him, holding him close. The four laid down to rest, the flashlight still in Donnie's hand.

Splinter sighed, smiling at his boys. He turned to leave, but decided it would be better to stay in the room in case the light died while they slept. He sat next to the bed, and he heard a small voice whispering to him;

"Thanks, Dad."

[whimsicalwritingfeline]

Smol blurb before I serve the main dish (I just had an idea while I was in the shower and decided to write this off mid-shampoo lmao also is kind of a teeny tiny spoiler for my upcoming fic)

We all have seen Young tween/teen Damian Wayne in the animated movies right?? This Morally grey gremlin who's ready to chop off anyone's ankles?

Bro grows up to be a doctor. He's like a person who's not only emotionally in touch with others, but also helps other through his skills. He's well aware of boundaries and space at this age, something that he wasn't aware of when he was a child (remember how he went through Kor'i's laptop and put trackers on all of the Teen Titans? Yeah, bro's come a long way).

Except with you. He's a total ass with you though (affectionately). So melodramatic, so clingy. Literal leech mode 24/7 with you when he's at home. Also snoops a lot. Like a lot a lot. Goes through your phone like it's his own.

And when your girl friends point out that this is a red flag behavior and Damian is insecure as fuck, you just shrug and say it's because you trust him. Because you do, and it's not about him being insecure, it's more like Damian wants to know about every inch of your life. Privacy goodbye.

Acts like the cats on internet that will follow you to the bathroom/shower to "protect you" from the water but will stand behind the shower curtain because they don't wanna get wet.

(He opened your yaoi tabs on chrome once. Never again.)

All in all, Damian invades your privacy all the time. Not in an annoying "I'm watching your every move" kind of way, but more of a "I'm here to take a peek into your life because if I don't know everything about you I might just die".

[bonesvoid]

BREAKING NEWS ★ local 24yo loser engages in panty theft

jayce talis has a problem.

he can’t stop popping a hard on whenever you do some remotely attractive to him… which is nearly everything.

wear a short skirt and have to bend down to pick something else, flashing your cheeky cut panties? boner.

recite a passage of knowledge with the utmost passion? boner.

get within ten feet of jayce? boner.

at first, he could handle it; simply wait until he got home to address the conundrum. however, as your friendship grow closer and closer, his decorum wavers and wavers until—

fist wrapped snug around his cock, jayce finds himself jerking off in your bathroom; he strokes his length in quick succession, 'fwap! fwap!' echoing off the walls.

you and him were studying earlier when you excused yourself to grab a snack from the kitchen. in your absence, jayce rose from your bed and stepped towards the door to use the restroom, his hip bumping into your laundry basket. it fell to the carpeted floor with a soft thud and its contents spilled from the opening. jayce tried to clean it up and hastily shoved dirty laundry back into the hamper, but something grabbed his attention.

a pair of baby pink panties.

jayce fucks himself raw with his calloused hand, as he inhales the scent of your cunt off the used panties. he fantasizes of the times you worn this pair, is this the pair you had on when you flashed him by mistake in the library? fuck! your smell is overwhelming and sends waves of arousal throughout jayce's muscled body. precum drips onto his hand and lubes up his shaft, as jayce presses his nose deeper into the pair's crotch.

he imagines you riding his face, allowing him to savor the sweet slick and heat of your pussy. jayce would do a great job eating you out, he promises! he would worship you like the princess you are. his strokes become more erratic and needy, as jayce approaches orgasm; he muffles his moans by stuffing the panties in his mouth, climaxing shamelessly on his hand and onto the porcelain of the sink counter.

what a perverted man, there's no going back for jayce talis; he's now too eager to stop himself from engaging in such debauchery moving forward.

[roanniom]

Smiles

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Eddie kisses you and two seconds in you’re already grinning into his lips. Even as your fingers wind in his hair, trying to pull him closer, he leans back to look at you.

“What’s got you so smiley?” he asks, a smile of his own playing at his lips.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you huff, trying to look away though the smile in question does nothing but grow.

“You’re always smiling when I kiss you,” he points out, lifting a finger to trace your stretched bottom lip. “What’s that all about?”

“Nothing,” you say, beginning to squirm with embarrassment under the pressure of being called out. Eddie pushes you deeper into the faded fabric of his couch, nipping lightly at the very tip of your nose.

“Not gonna tell me what’s so funny, huh?” he asks, pressing his body against yours, warmth melting into warmth. You sigh as his weight drapes over you in the most calming way. Your legs intertwine and your fingers interlock.

“Nope,” you reply. Eddie chuckles before dropping his face to tuck into your neck. His lips ghost kisses against the sensitive skin, making you shiver and hum.

You don’t want to tell him that just the mere act of kissing him is enough to make you ecstatic. Full to bursting to the point where you need to express it in the form of a smile, a laugh, a gasp. You just can’t contain it.

But things are still new with Eddie, so for now you keep that to yourself. Resorting to smiling into his hair and holding him right against you, relishing in your ability to do so.

~*~

[seiwas]

sellllllll it's meeeeee. hehehehehehehehehhehe

so for ur writing exercises.... deku + light? please? pretty please?

:3c

heheh heheh hehe niku. this will be the death of me. me writing izuku for the first time 🥲 i will only do this for you </3

contains: established relationship, spoilers for the end of the manga, aged up deku but sometime in between the final outcome (he doesn't get the h*** s*** from bakugo yet), mentions of sex and scars

deku + light

izuku only sleeps with the lights off.

it isn't uncommon; many people you know can't sleep with even just a sliver of light turned on somewhere in the room. but the difference with izuku, you learn, is not that he's unable to stand the light―it's that he refuses to.

you quickly pick up on it the first few times he sleeps over.

he fidgets in bed, pretty badly, actually. the nightlight you sleep with glows a warm yellow, illuminating the side of your face and coating him in its afterglow. you chalk it up to nerves, how he pulls at his sleeves and adjusts his position constantly; he is, after all, one of the most anxious people you know.

and this relationship―it's new. heck, even you feel a little jittery with his arm wrapped around you.

the rhythmic tapping on your hip only increases pace. you don't think he realizes it, so your hand gently reaches for his, intertwining your fingers as you turn around in his arms.

he's close, nearly touching you nose-to-nose; the proximity leaves you fuzzy, a little ticklish, so you giggle, a soft "oops," as the freckles dusting his face almost glisten under the warm light.

"hi," you whisper, meeting his eyes; they stare back at you wide in surprise, "can't sleep?"

he looks almost guilty at your question, as if you’ve caught him with the one thing he's been trying to keep from you.

"just—" his voice comes out louder than intended, prompting him to chuckle nervously as he readjusts his volume, "just winding down, sorry."

you inch closer, nuzzling his nose lightly, "it's okay."

"did i wake you?" he asks, cheeks flushing pink as his eyebrows furrow in immediate concern. his expression is something caught between stifling a grin and feeling sorry.

you shake your head against the pillow you share, strands of your hair tangling with his. "just winding down," you tease, watching as his gaze turns softer, eyelids drooping heavier.

sometimes, you think, izuku holds the world in his eyes―a deep, dark green, the color of life. most times, they look at you with wonderment, bright and alive; photos from inko tell you they're the eyes of his inner child.

on nights like this one, however, they hide a depth in them weighted by what you can only assume is time, and all that has happened to him in such a short span of it.

you try your best to understand what lies beneath them, knowing full well he'll never tell you outright what truly bothers him.

"is it the light?" you bring up, some time after laying in silence.

"hm?" he clarifies.

"do you have a hard time sleeping with the nightlight?"

his eyes widen briefly once more, as if shocked that you've caught him again. these split second reactions are ones you've learned to be attentive to when it comes to izuku.

"no," he tries to lie, but you know better as you turn to your nightstand and reach for its switch, "you don't–"

"it was hurting my eyes," you quickly make up an excuse, tucking yourself closer under his chin as you cut off his attempt to deny it again.

finding out that the light was the problem was the easy part—

you'd begun to notice much earlier on that izuku was barely rested on the nights he'd spend at your place. it was only when your old nightlight broke that you began to notice him waking up much later than you did, groggily rousing from a deep sleep.

—what was hard, was figuring out why.

at first, you suspected it was his scars.

"s-sorry, it's not—" he'd warned you, right as your hands gripped the hem of his shirt the first time you were about to have sex, "—it's not nice."

you didn't care though; you still don't care, and you've made that abundantly clear to him since. you love izuku and all his parts―all the nicks and jaggedy pieces of skin that make up who he is.

when you eventually ask him about it, with a request that he be honest with you for once, he tells you that it is and it isn't―the reason why he exclusively sleeps with the lights off, that is.

it's an odd, comforting relationship he has with his body—that he is simultaneously grateful and sorry for how its become a canvas, both painted and marred to symbolize japan’s historic last stand.

you find out the real reason when you catch him staring at his hands.

he does it often, when he thinks you aren't looking—his fists bunched up in the same way he used to watch the power of one for all course through his fingertips; the same way he used to prepare them in battle.

there’s a faraway look in his eyes that lingers, you notice—a little wistful if anything.

“do you miss it?” you finally ask. he gives you the same shocked look he does every time, as if he’s been caught with a secret he’s been trying to hide.

he’s learned a fair bit about you now, too, though—lying to you is futile when you’ve perfected reading his truth. he stares at his fists again as you take a seat beside him, moving to give you space. you rest your head on his shoulder gently, waiting.

“sometimes,” he admits, but you know it’s an understatement.

“i think about the vestiges a lot. i miss them the most, i think,” he continues, clenching his fists tightly, “i always try to reach out to them, but i guess it doesn’t work that way.”

“i… i try to replicate the right conditions every night, but…” then he lets go, stretching his fingers out wide. the scars on the surface ripple through his skin, telling its own story.

you hum, acknowledging what he means. silence sits with the two of you as you take his hand in yours, slowly unfurling his fingers until his palm reveals itself to you. it’s rough to the touch, seasoned with hard work and all that he’s been through.

“is that why you prefer the dark?” you ask softly, after some time.

it's not often that you stay up later than izuku does. when you do though, you catch him shifting in bed, moving from side-to-side. you pretend you aren't awake, but you hear him mumble their names, dwindling in volume as he dozes off to sleep.

he stares at his palm for a moment before he admits quietly, "yeah." his brows furrow as if contemplating whether to say more, but he shakes his head, dark green strands swaying to the beat of his embarrassed chuckle, "nevermind, it's silly."

"it's not."

you intertwine your fingers, sandwiching his hand between yours. a slight sheen glosses over his eyes as he tilts his head up to look at you. he draws in a breath, before it spills over.

"it's..." he finds the words, and you squeeze his hand in comfort, "it's easier to believe it was all real when the lights are out, and that maybe it can happen again."

[bananafire11]

I kinda sorta wanna make a Little Nightmares TADC au

[sluttyenthusiast]

God I can just imagine College!Patrick drawing his frats letters on your asscheek (He would def a Pike) and would have you dripping in his cum.

He would take a pic of your cum covered ass with the letters "ΠΚΑ" and post it to his insta story with the caption "Go Greek"

(Before the social media chair made him delete it) (He wouldn't be sorry)

They can't be mad when their next pledge class is double to size...

[ohmyarda]

Written for @daflowerzine. Spot illustrations by @kalidels.

VANDAL ARIA. A flowering shrub that is often associated with the rose due to its sweet scent. Its closely related cousin, the felicidus aria, is capable of growing in blighted lands. The vandal aria - while lacking in this quality - still tends to be found almost everywhere, especially warm and dry climates. It's said that if the vandal aria is left unchecked, it will overtake an area.

Now that the zine has been fully published and the left-over sales are finished, here is my contribution to ARDENT BLOSSOM: A Botanical Compendium. Inspired by Solas' interpretation of an especially stubborn plant who does not always perceive surrender as an option. I'm a good sucker for foreshadowing; thank you for letting me write!

Transcript under the cut.

“Amidst the ever-shifting dunes, I see it – that small, flowering shrub that grows stubborn against the drifts. It blooms as if ignorant of the hostile terrain that it is has made home, or despite it.

‘It would not surprise me,’ the Warden Blackwall commented as we sat near each other in the light of the feeble campfire that illuminated the immediate space around us, ‘if the Vandal Aria came first and the deserts came later.’

I watch in the glowing darkness as the sands batter against the rose. In a moment, I dread to see the meager shrub be torn apart by the blistering winds that chase down the slope that has assaulted our own tents for the better half of a few hours. Yet though its green stalk bends and its petals open to drink the storm, it does not break – it merely sways, a wayward dance in the nighttime.

‘It is desperate to survive,’ I say.

Days earlier, we crossed a withered landscape where the Vandal Aria had cracked the stone as it pushed its way to the surface. The entire length of the stoneway bridge was covered in the sweet-smelling herb.

I saw how she choked the life out of any other plant senseless enough to grow near her, as the Vandal Aria will risk no competition. She is as wild as she is determined.

We can learn a great deal from her – the will to survive, and the grim horrors that must be accosted in order to do so. It is a grave lesson that the Inquisitor has learnt. Let us not be so modest that we cannot acknowledge that in order for one to survive, the deaths of others might be had.

Yet, let me conclude these observations with this:

If even the Vandal Aria can flower in an endless vastness of nothingness, then so to, can we. Even when there is nothing, is there not the chance to begin again. One just has to ask themselves –

At what cost, and am I willing to pay it?”

A written account by the apostate Solas in the Hissing Wastes, 9:41 Dragon, preserved in the Skyhold Archive and recovered in 9:43 Dragon at the request of Divine Victoria.

[winterrrnight]

adding more to this & this <3 please spare me if this isn’t good, I don’t usually write this kind of content! <3 cw: suggestive content but it is fluffy! for @inkedfeatherz & @ladyinbl00d <3

With his back pressed against the plush mattress and you seated carefully in his lap, Rafe’s breath remains caught in his throat as your lips press the most gentle kisses right under his ear, your fingers threading through his hair as your fingernails tenderly scratch his scalp.

His lips remain parted as soft breathes escape him, his eyes closed, and his mind hazy from your scent and touch being the only thing it can focus on. “You’re so pretty…” you mutter in his ear, your lips slowly trailing down to the dip of his neck, your own eyes closed as you layer kisses over kisses on his skin.

A gasp leaves his throat at your actions and words, and his arms find vice around your shoulders to stabilize himself. Never did Rafe ever think he’d ever be in this position, but here you are, basically making him forget everything that is bothering him, your delicate words and grazes of your fingertips being the only thing he can think about.

— —

*sedates myself* I cannot put my love for soft, tender intimacy in words that's how highly I think of it 🥹

also please very honestly let me know what you think of this 😭😭 if it's good I might start including such content in my fics but of course no promises from my side :)

[thejavavoid]

Run.

Run.

Run.

That was the only thing that flew through One's mind as he held tightly onto his brothers. Four was clutching to his right arm, practically dangling off the ground, and he held Two's shaking hand in his left. Three held onto Two's hand as well, and together they guided Two through the flaming wreckage that fell around them. 

Two let out a small yell as he tripped over some burning debris, and a sharp crunch rang out. He toppled over, pulling the others with him. The four hit the ground with a thud. Two cried out in pain, and was quickly shushed by Three clamping a sweaty hand over his mouth. 

"It's okay," One whispered as he helped his little brother stand. They'd only stopped running for a few seconds, but One could hear distant shouting behind them. The men were still following them. 

Run.

Run.

Keep running.

One scooped his baby brother up in his arms, and grabbed Two's wrist, followed by Three, and dragged them off. The building was still burning down around them, chunks of flaming stuff falling everywhere. 

Run.

Run.

Hide.

One's eyes darted around rapidly, looking for anywhere they could hide. There was nothing. The entire place was still in flames, and they could only run so far. They couldn't leave forever if they tried, and they had.

One felt hot tears running down his cheeks. 

This wasn't fair.

His head spun, his skin was sticky, and he was sure the others were just as uncomfortable. The metal shackles around his wrists and ankles burned from the heat. The one around his throat was worse. 

The four continued running, desperately looking for a place to hide. They ducked underneath some debris that thankfully hadn't combusted. As they crawled through the rubbish, something slipped. Something heavy. 

It landed on One, pinning his leg down. Pain shot through his body, but it was nothing compared to the poking and prodding that would continue if they didn't hide. One thrust Four into Three's hands, and pointed back towards the flaming building. Three shook his head and growled, unable to say anything. One pushed him in the direction he pointed at, and watched as his brothers ran off, unable to follow them. 

The flames were back. They were getting closer. One couldn't move. He was scared. This was scary. 

When the fire reached him, One bit his tongue to keep from screaming. The flames were on him, touching him, burning him. The left side of his face was covered in heat. So much painful, itchy heat.

One sobbed. He didn't care how loud he was anymore. He was going to get out of here soon. He was going to-

To…

He was going to escape.

Finally.

[turtleblogatlast]

I think you talked about this before, can't remember if you wrote anything. But maybe you could write something about Raph discovering his allergies?

[ cw: allergic reaction / near death experience / ]

They got lucky.

Lucky that the jar wasn’t opened before Splinter arrived. Lucky that Leo stole the open jar from Raph’s hands and decided to toss it around a bit to annoy his older brother. Lucky it was Mikey that caught and ate the peanut butter, and not Raph. Lucky that Donnie recognized the ensuing rash growing from where Raph merely touched the butter.

Splinter is horrified, immediately getting Mikey to wash his hands thoroughly and watching intently if any of his other sons got similar reactions.

Luckily, that’s doesn’t happen, but Splinter can’t stop the fast beating of his heart as he presses a cool compress to the hives on Raph’s hands, heedless of his eldest’s insistence that he’s “fine, Pops, Raph’s okay!”

Donnie’s voice is monotone in that overwhelmed way of his as he seemingly can’t help but talk ad nauseam about the potential reactions to a peanut allergy. The horrors of it make Mikey cry, scrubbing his hands to the point of redness. Leo runs off, jar in hand, assumedly to get rid of it as fast as possible and to hide the shininess of his own eyes.

And Raph is scared, scared at what could have happened, but didn’t, so he insists he’s fine, even as he curls up as best he can against his father, his own heart beating in tandem with Splinter’s.

They got lucky.

[goodnight-whore]

Still workinnn hehe

[fuctacles]

Eddie is devastated over a Grindr match that ghosted him. It’s been a couple weeks now that Steve 23, seemed to be offline. He scouted the app, thinking the guy’s phone might have broken down, maybe he had to make a new account. But there was nothing. He forced Gareth to download the app, because maybe he did something wrong, maybe Steve blocked him. 

Still nothing. 

He had no way of knowing that his crush went by Stevie now, and has migrated to Tinder. Or how she was constantly thinking about Eddie 25, feeling shitty about leading him on, letting him believe she was a cis guy. 

[javierduffy]

kierabeth are soooo best friends who sit and giggle and talk about boys and mary beth practices makeup on kieran while they talk drama (see: those picks of girls sitting literally straddled on other ppl to do their makeup/eyeljner) and eventually kieran confesses his crush on javier because he can’t keep it to himself anymore and mary beth pokes at him a little bit but also supports him so bad because she’s fujoing out (omg adorable romance novel unfolding before her very eyes) and she puts kieran onto reading romance novels cuz with his newfound love for javier and perspective from mary beth, they’re actually … quite enjoyable. the flowerdy words mean something to him now and he gets so invested and just soaks it all up and projects SO HARD it’s almost like he’s practicing loving javier before he ever outright gets permission to

[ottpopfic]

And Jason loves him, wonderful understanding Leo. Since they started sharing a space, whispered confessions from across the room at night, desperate to catch up aching to connect, Leo has always worked so hard to understand Jason’s broken side. He wouldn’t like hearing him call it that, but it's true.

Leo has never tried to make him feel weird or outcast for the parts of him he can’t help, never even once trying to change him. The Legion, for all that everyone else had to go through the Wolf House, always expected Jason to conform. The instincts he picked up during his extended time with Lupa were only ever valued in battle, never in social situations. It made Jason feel like the whole world knew a secret that they forgot to tell him

He got better as he got older and learned through trial and error. He figured out how to hide away the parts of him that were unwanted, pretend to know what he was doing as naturally as he could, build the personas that would get him through the day

Leo doesn't want that from him. It feels like instead of Jason having to be the one to learn the local language, Leo learned to speak Jason.

“It's like your each other's special interest,” Piper remarked once. Jason had had to look that up in Will’s books, but he got where she was coming from (and also learned more about himself than he was probably ready for.) There is that obsessive quality with how he needs to know Leo, especially after being apart for three years. And for once in Jason’s life, it goes both ways

[akkivee]

A Sweet Yellow Curry You Just Can't Stop Eating!: Hypmic Curry Drama Track TL

Ramuda: Okay! ☆ It’s great to see everyone has been serious in making some curry!

Gentaro: Well, though this event feels capricious by nature, it’s still a battle I do not wish to lose.

Dice: Can we hurry up and eat already? I’m so hungry I could pass out!

*beeping noise*

Ramuda: Ah, rice is done! Plating time~!

Gentaro: Oh, and you’ve prepared our curry to go with it. Then shall we try Ramuda’s curry first?

Ramuda: Okaaaay! Eat up everyone! ☆

Gentaro: Let’s see. *throws it up*

Dice: *loud eating noises but also spits it back up*

Gentaro: What in the world…??

Ramuda: I call it, “Sweet Like Honey Curry!!!!!!☆”

Gentaro: Y-You say sweet like honey, but I think I’ve been assaulted by the amount of sugar…

Ramuda: That’s because I used honey instead of water!

Dice: M-My throat is on fire…W-Water… I need water…!!

Ramuda: So I was thinking of how to stand out from the other divisions and decided to try something completely original! What do you think??

Dice: What do I think?? Is food just a game to you??

Ramuda: That’s so mean!! I thought long and hard about this!

Gentaro: There are still other curries to get through. So, let’s eat mine next.

Ramuda: Uh, it looks like yellow soup… Is this really okay to eat?

Gentaro: Since we, as a team, have a pop image, I thought it would be remiss to not incorporate that in the curry.

Dice: …But I don’t see any actual food in it.

Gentaro: Because of anticipated mass reproduction in the pursuit of commercialization, I have decided a liquid only curry would be most suitable. And to compensate for the lack of ingredients, I used butter for richness in taste.

Ramuda: That’s such a lonely sounding curry…

Gentaro: What ever is the matter? Please, eat up.

Dice: *loud eating noises* …??

Ramuda: …Mmm, it’s gross… I really don’t wanna say it, but I don’t like this…

Gentaro: Is that so? Do tell me why; however, if I find your reasoning lacking, I simply will continue to serve you this roux.

Ramuda: Nooooo!! I don’t want anymore of the yellow stuff!!!

Dice: How dare you treat food like it’s a joke!! …Geez, obviously neither of y’all know what you’re doing. Curry is meant to be paired with rice!! None of your flavours helps elevate the taste of white rice!! Now this is real curry! Eat your heart out and understand that this is what it means to be one with the flavour of rice!!

Ramuda: *eats*

Gentaro: *eats* …Hm.

Dice: How is it?? Doesn’t it make you want to eat more??

Ramuda: I mean I could but… it’s just a normal curry? Like how is this any different from a regular chicken curry?

Dice: Are you blind?? If you looked in the pot right now, you could clearly see a huge amount of locally raised chicken went into this!!

 Gentaro: Well, I can certainly see how many chicken bones are in the curry.

Dice: Hahaha! haaa… Weeeell, I guess I did get hungry and ate some while making it!

Ramuda: *eats* …hm?? Wait, you gotta try this!!

Gentaro: ? You mixed mine and Dice’s curries together…? *eats* …Oh my!

Dice: It’s so good!! Who would have thought my curry and that yellow junk actually combined really well??

 Gentaro: Then perhaps… Let’s try adding some of that absurdly sugary curry to this!

Ramuda: Sweet Like Honey Curry coming right up~!

Dice: Hey, this actually looks really good!

Posse: *eats* !!

Ramuda: Woooooow!! I’ve never had curry like this before!!

Gentaro: I can’t believe we’ve stumbled upon creating such a masterpiece…!

Dice: *excessively loud eating noises* This spoon’s not stoppin’!!

Ramuda: Aaalright, then that settles it! ☆ Let’s combine all of our curries!!

Dice: Looks great!! There’s no way we’re losing with this curry!

Gentaro: Precisely! On that note, what shall we name it? “Posse Curry” possesses little impact…

Ramuda: Hmmmm… How about, “The Sweet Yellow Liquid You Can’t Stop Eating!”

Dice: Sounds good to me!

Gentaro: However, I made a curry, not a mere liquid.

Ramuda: Oh yeah? Sowwies☆ Then we’ll call it, “The Sweet Yellow Curry You Can’t Stop Eating!”

Gentaro: It certainly has a nice ring to it.

Dice: Heh heh, it sure does!

Ramuda: And with this curry, our victory is guaranteed!! ☆