#'and then one day the chef started a fire that got out of control and Onigiri couldnt get out'

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Shigaraki desperately trying to figure out his cat's backstory from all of his weird reactions to things

[biibini]

modern!mizu headcannons

a/n: my brain has been nothing but her so it’s ab time i write ab her. i’ve read a bunch of modern!mizu headcannons ab her but i need more !! it becomes a drabble at the end but my girl deserves peace and happiness pls

i’ve read a lot of hc w her in uni so i’ll prob stick to the similar things ive read + more

modern!mizu would def be in university studying mechanical engineering

ik this is specific but pls hear me out it fits bc shes a smartie & her adopted dad (master eiji) was a very technical person when she was growing up

she’s also in uni due to an engineering scholarship

modern!mizu is usually at the gym if it wasn’t for classes and fixing her bike

yes she has a motorcycle. i stand by this hc and many others who share similar ideas.

prob a kawasaki ninja but decked out w her own alternations

modern!mizu is a gym rat but is too stubborn to admit it, esp after taigen pointed it out once

likes to go in the early morning for the peace and quiet

she typically goes in for cardio and weights to keep her healthy and in shape but has dabbled in calisthenics before

taigen used to fence w her before he got into other sports such as basketball

(random thought but he just looks like he would play basketball player)

modern!mizu is very smart… but has a slight huge problem with procrastination

akemi has tried many studying techniques with mizu but it ends up her procrastinating and finishing alone

she prefers studying alone in the library or at her desk, until you came along

(ill elaborate on mizu & reader another time)

modern!mizu cannot cook for shit i’m sorry

she can kinda chef it up but it’s taken her a while she nearly burnt the kitchen and has repeatedly turned on the fire alarm and now ringo has ptsd

usually ringo will cook something or help her cook

speaking of ringo

her and ringo are roommates in off-campus housing 2 bed 2 bath

at first, dad eiji was a bit hesitant since he was helping mizu move in but warmed up to ringo once he cooked them dinner (his mom’s soba recipe)

mizu swears she saw a tear roll down her dad’s cheek that day

modern!mizu usually dresses more casually and comfy but still likes her dark blues

not to self indulge but she would like the baggy acubi look that she can move in

(i know this is so inaccurate of others’ headcannons but pls the baggy button up + slingbag combo would go crazy)

ik she got a uniqlo drawstring sling bag

or just any sporty crossbody sling bag

hear me out pls

it’s easier to get on and balance on her motorcycle with comfy clothes and a secure bag

on mizu’s and ringo’s move-in “anniversary” (as ringo like to call it), he got her a lil keychain for her bag with a jingle on it as a joke to her initial move-in gift to him: a bell for being so silent

modern!mizu usually keeps to herself and her friends

after her ex bf m*k*o (yes im censoring his name he doesnt deserve to be typed out) , she’s very cautious of who to trust

thankfully, ringo, akemi, and taigan (as much of an ass as he is) has taught her to open up and be okay with who she is

but there are days when she prefers to be alone and sticking to her own business in peace and quiet

headphones on locked in 🎧

modern!mizu likes to wind down before bed with some chamomile or lavender tea

her temper used to control her feelings, especially when she was much younger

having a small routine at night keeps her calm & well rested

eiji initially started this routine after their long days of welding in the backyard

she can’t cook but give her a teapot and tea leaves, she will make it right

(ok im done imagining her life lets get to the good stuff)

modern!mizu loves little touches

whether it’s holding u by ur hand or shoulder or waist, her hand will always be there

her main love language is physical touch

the more comfortable she gets with u, the longer she’ll leave her hand on u

whenever u and her are out at a party or gathering, u implemented the secret squeeze if either one of u wants to get out

u haven’t used it before but mizu did a few times

it was when she just wanted to be closer to u in the comfort of her own bed

modern!mizu enjoys shopping w u

she kind of knows her style: comfy and light

but she never explored how to pair clothes together until u showed her some basic pairing

when she first met akemi, she was uncomfortable with more feminine styles and shopping for going-out tops with her

it mainly stems from just not knowing a lot of trends and seeing a wide range of items

she got accustomed the items but seeing u have fun trying new tops

totally not sneaking into the changing room and stealing a few kisses many kisses

modern!mizu also enjoys holding ur things for u

she won’t say it explicitly but she is silently expressive ab it

u need someone to hold ur drink while u fix ur shoes? she got it. need someone to hold ur bag while u go to the bathroom? she got it.

need someone to get a glass of water even though ur all comfy in bed? she will get it (for a price aka some extra cuddles & kisses)

she’s also the type of put ur hand behind ur back when ur in a crowd

ok thats all for now but hope u enjoyed ♡

[becsabillion4]

take it out on me (carmen berzatto x reader)

so this is my first time posting a fic of mine on tumblr since i was 14 and i'm slightly terrified by the formatting but i posted this on ao3 yesterday and someone told me to post here too (<3) so i hope you all enjoy it as much as i enjoy the thought of getting pounded by carmy in the walk-in

pairing : carmen berzatto x f!reader

summary : Carmy is having a terrible service, and you're sure some time in the walk-in will help him cool off (although it gets hotter in there than you might think).

word count : 4,410

tags: SMUT, rough sex, angry sex, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, choking, semi-public sex, ending with soft carmy which makes it all okay, 18+ only

note: this is explicit 18+ only and also this is NOT an advert for safe sex, it is merely a fantasy i have been playing with since my own days as a waitress and carmy has helped me to realise it. also i'm obsessed and i know y'all degenerates won't send help so instead i ask that you send me asks so i can write more about this wonderful man

Disorienting. Overwhelming. Stressful, painful, unrelenting. Burning your hand hard enough for it to stick to the pan, hard enough that you know on the way to the sink it’s too late, that you’ll bear the scar of that mistake for the rest of your life. Knives slicing always so close to your skin, living on the point of pain, focus trained so hard on the blade you can’t even blink. Shouting, screaming, the place could be on fire, and you wouldn’t look up from the art you’re creating. Flames licking at your apron. Beautiful.

Kitchens are the prison and the heart of a chef, and the one at The Bear is currently the pride and the bane of your life. Plating up your one billionth focaccia of the evening as Marcus rushes by holding a tray of cannolis aloft, you try to tune out Sydney shouting instructions to the new servers, trying to drill something, anything, into their panicked, under-developed skulls. 

But none of this worries you. What worries you is the ominous, creeping silence from the station to your right, where you know Carmy is cooking up not only the best food you’ve ever tasted, but an internal storm that is going to be unleashed any, second, now-

“Chefs! Where the fuck is my garnish? Tina, are you dead? ‘Cos you need to wake the fuck back up.”

Tina is already by Carmy’s side with the garnish, but the damage is done. She doesn’t bristle at his words, but shoots you a worried look as she slides by, murmuring, “Sorry, Chefs. Behind.”

Since you started working at The Bear six months back, you’ve witnessed a rare few Carmy outbursts, and you know everyone feels the same way when they happen. It’s like the moment you miss a step on familiar stairs, stomach lurching and fear sweeping through your body. Carmy is this kitchen, and his boiling point is the moment things tend to spin out of control. 

And yet, Tina’s reaction is everyone’s; disappointment in herself, instant forgiveness because she knows Carmy is doing everything he can for this team. Last week, after you and Sydney spent the evening getting wasted on her couch, she’d confessed to you how hard Carmy took his notorious opening night failure, and how he’s been struggling to make up for it since then. And it’s been working; his kindness, patience, and passion for elevating those around him have always outshone the occasional harsh word during service.

But this service is just bad. It’s been bad since 5AM, when you got here to take in the delivery and found out that the grapes needed for the welcome broth had somehow been left off of the order. It’s been bad since Marcus ruined three batches of cannolis in a row, and when Sydney tried to touch his shoulder and ask him what was going on, he stormed out. Since Sydney snapped at Richie for singing Taylor Swift badly during family. The hundred little underlying frissons of tension that normally dissipate as soon as service rolls around have congealed today, like oil in balsamic vinegar, rubbing together but refusing to meld into the team you know everyone can be.

And you know Carmy can feel it. His anger is a physical thing beside you, like standing next to a hot pan with too much oil in it and just waiting for it to start spitting at you. Knowing you have to keep stirring it anyway.

“Four top, two steak, one bucatini, one fish,” Sydney rattles off, and everyone responds “Yes, Chef!” a little too loud.

“Can I get some hands for this focaccia,” you shout through the din, pushing the two boards forward, but nobody responds. “Hands, please, get these off my station before I eat ‘em!” you call, trying to bring some levity to the atmosphere before-

“Hands, fuckin’ hands, Chefs, FUCK!” Carmy explodes, appearing by your side so suddenly you almost jump. His hands hover over the foccacia boards like he wants to adjust something on them, fix something, but you know as well as he does that they’re perfect already.

And of course, this just makes things worse.

Carmy properly looks up for the first time, straightening out of the “chef about to have an aneurysm over plating this fish” posture and into his “everyone here is about to get fucked” pose. “These are good to go, why are we not? Jesus. Jesus fucking Christ. Go fuck yourselves-” one of the new waitresses approaches with trembling hands and Carmy pushes the boards at her, disgusted, almost taking them over the edge of the pass, “-all of you, what is the point of any of us being here if nothing is leaving the fucking kitchen!”

“Carm, it’s okay, they’re going out,” you can’t help cutting in, but you should know better than to try to soothe a wild animal. Carmy doesn’t say anything, turns back to plating up his fish, but his beautiful artist’s hands, which you often find yourself trying to draw in the margins of inventory checks, are shaking now. You’ve never seen him this bad. The whole kitchen waits on a knife edge. You glance up, watching the waitress leave with your focaccia, and have a brief but fervent desire to be her as the doors swing her out of this hellhole.

The fish is beautiful as Carmy puts the finishing touches to it. A server steps up to take it as other dishes for the same table coalesce at the front of stations, all elegant, all perfect, all more than worthy of the restaurant’s Michelin star.

Carmy is completely still. Staring. And you know it’s too late.

Plunging his fist down, he crushes the fish into sea-scented pulp. The shells of oysters, hand-selected, crack into broken-mirror shards; the sauce is peppered with shoddy scraps of lobster tail.

It’s still not enough for Carmy, as he picks up the plate and sends it spinning into the back wall, narrowly missing Sweeps’ head. “ Shit, ” Carmy mutters, turning back to his station and searching for more things to destroy. You watch him contemplate the knives, and you can’t stay out of it any longer.

“Carmy. Chef. Carmy,” you say as you reach out to grab his muscled arm, pulling him round to face you. You can feel the tension corded deep under his skin, see the sheen of sweat coating his tattoos. Normally, any skin contact with him sends your brain into overdrive, but you can’t afford to be anything but calm right now.

His eyes are wild, but you watch him steadily, and he watches you straight back. You’re not sure why, but the moment reminds you of how you felt on those rare occasions he invited you and Syd over to brainstorm new recipes in his cramped kitchen. Especially that time Sydney couldn’t make it, and you were midway through describing your idea for a yuzu-infused scallops course to him - “with maybe, like, a garnish of broccoli just absolutely smothered in hollandaise” - when he reached forward, tucked a scrap of hair behind your ear, and the very idea of food whisked straight out of your head - but you still felt hungry. And whilst he’d tried out your broccoli idea over and over again that night, you found yourself blushing every time he passed you a spoon to taste it. 

You never could get that dish right. Every time you thought about it, you couldn’t separate the flavours from the curious look in his eyes, the way he drank in your ideas, absorbed them before he responded, how his eyes tracked every thought that crossed your face.

Now here you are again, staring at that measured, thoughtful man turned savage, and you wonder if you have the guts to do what you’ve been thinking about doing for a while.

“I’m not afraid of you,” you murmur beneath the clatter of plates behind you, just for him. You don’t look away even when you hear something shatter. You move your hand from his arm, up over his shoulder, push your palm into the curve of his neck and hold it there. 

Then you wait, feel his shoulders jumping up and down with his rapid breathing. Wait until he leans into it a little, chasing your solidity, and it’s all the response you need.

“Come with me.” It’s not a question, but he nods anyway.

“Sydney, you got this?” You ask, never taking your eyes from Carmy’s face, worried that if you do, you’ll lose whatever grip you have on him right now.

“Yes, Chef,” she replies, and you feel her edge round the side of Carmy to put another fish on rapid fire. He catches her eye as she passes, and brings his hand up to his chest, rubbing it once in what has become the team’s official way to apologise during service. She responds in kind, and he lets you drag him off the station, past the others shooting him worried looks, straight into the walk-in.

You shut the door carefully, recalling the stories of Carmy’s previous imprisonment. It’s still securely closed, giving you both some calm and privacy to cool off.

Except cooling off is not really what you have in mind.

You turn to see Carmy slumped in the corner, curled in on himself and running his hands through his already-chaotic hair. He stands again suddenly, bracing his hands on the wall behind him as if to remind himself they exist.

“Carmy.”

“Yeah, shit. Sorry, I just need a second. It’s just, I didn’t sleep at all last night. I was thinking about doing something with ceviche, but I couldn’t figure out what fish would work best, and then that sorta spiralled into a panic attack which kept me up whisking eggs for something until three, and then-” You watch his eyes darting over the shelves around him as he talks, and you realise he’s taking stock of what’s there. Even during a full-blown meltdown, he cannot stop working, stop thinking. He starts pacing.

“Carmy,” you say again as you try to catch his eye. He’s staring at some spare T-bones like they’ll explain to him whatever dish he was whisking eggs for last night. Fuck it. You grab his chin, tilt it until he has to look at you.

“D’you know the best way to calm down?”

“Lock yourself in the walk-in for three hours?” He’s trying to relieve some tension, but you have other ideas on how to handle that.

“Sex, Carmy.”

There. You’re terrified that you finally acknowledged it, finally confessed to what you’ve been thinking about for months, but thank God it’s out in the open. You’ve been blushing at his compliments on your food for far too long, ignoring how good he looks in a white tee for even longer. And today has been such a shitshow it can’t possibly get any worse by admitting to this too.

You wait for Carmy to shut it down, laugh it off, maybe even fire you, but he just looks shellshocked. Then again, that is his default look.

“I, um…” He rubs a hand over his forehead, glances up at you almost shyly. “I mean, um. What?”

“Listen, you’re fucking up service. You’re distracted, tired, stressed beyond belief. I want to help you, and I won’t pretend it’s just out of the goodness of my own heart. I’ve been interested in you for a while, Carmy. You can take that or leave it or kick me out of this walk-in if you want, but I’m here. I want to help you work through things, through all this anger. And…I want you to know you can take it out on me. And maybe even feel better at the same time.”

Carmy is flushed, and you’re all out of words. You kind of wish he was still looking at the T-bones.

“We, uh, we can’t.” Carmy leans back on a freezer for support, crossing his arms in a pose you normally associate with him working something out in his head, deciding what a dish is missing or what it needs to take it up a notch. “I mean, not now. Not here, at least. And I don’t know, we work together. I’m your boss. It’s not a good idea.” He reaches a hand round to his back, starts massaging the strain away there. It’s an especially effective position as he doesn’t have to look at you as he does it, as he says, “Sorry.”

You shrug a little, smile. Try to pretend it doesn’t hurt. Keep it professional, or as professional as you can get in a kitchen. “Hey, it was worth a shot. Get some sleep, Chef.”

You turn to go, hoping that stirring and slicing and plating up will shake off the embarrassment currently burning through to your bones.

But you don’t live to regret the offer as Carmy grabs your arm, spins you and shoves you hard enough into the walk-in door that it rattles on its hinges.

“Hey, everything okay in there Chefs?” you hear Marcus call, and it’s a reality check you absolutely don’t want right now. Carmy doesn’t even seem to have heard him, trailing kisses down your neck, collarbone, shoulder as your body arches into the feeling. You’ve had one too many fantasies about this walk-in since you started, but the actual feeling doesn’t begin to touch the dream.

“Yeah, all good Chef!” You manage to reply, but you barely get the ‘Chef’ out before Carmy’s lips slide over yours, pushing, demanding entry as his body keeps you pressed up against the door. Talk about being between a rock and a hard place, is all you have time to think between kisses.

There is no room or time for playing around. Carmy needs this, and you intend to provide, but you’re damn sure getting everything you can out of it just in case it never happens again. One of your hands curls deep into his hair, pulling his head back as your teeth click together in the ferocity of the kiss. You swear you can taste blood, but neither one of you pulls back, the saltiness only urging you on. Your other hand is busy loosening his belt, and you tug it hard to pull the silver prong free of the leather, hard enough that his hips jerk forward into yours and you moan, long and low.

Gravity suddenly spins on its axis as Carmy lifts you, turns and drops you down onto the freezer Fak installed last week. And for once in your life, thank you, Fak. The movement seems to shake Carmy out of it for a second, and he pulls back, hesitates. A hand curves around your cheek, and you can feel an apology coming, see the reticence forming in his eyes. And honestly, fuck that.

You hook fingers through his belt loops, dragging him closer and then using them to tug his trousers down. You’re not gentle as you reach into his underwear, wrap a hand around his cock, and you can tell that’s what he needs as he hisses, his head drifting back.

Removing his hand from your cheek, you guide it slowly down to your neck. His head snaps up, and there’s a darkness, a need, that wasn’t there before as you move your hand slowly, torturously, down his length.

“Hey,” you whisper, reluctant to interrupt the low grunts spilling from him with each of your movements. “I’m not going to break.”

You squeeze his fingers around your throat a little tighter, and it’s this that has him surging forward, messy mouths pressing together again and everything condensing into a rippling, burning, rightness as the fingers of his other hand shove themselves between your legs.

He lingers there for a moment, breaths short and sharp in your ear as he breaks free from your kiss and whispers, “If we had more time, I would clean up the mess you’re making all over my freezer, Chef.”

“My apologies, Chef,” you pant, the sweetness of the apology marred slightly by your fingers tugging hard through his curls. Then you’re pushing up his white shirt at the back, reveling in the heat of him, the muscles straining under your touch. “What’s my punishment?”

Carmy hesitates, then withdraws his fingers from you slowly, and it feels like the calm before the storm. One hand is still pressed loosely around your neck as he brings the other up to your face, runs the edge of his still-wet fingers over your lips. Asking or demanding, you don’t know, but you’re happy to comply. His pupils are blown so wide you can barely see the blue behind them, and when you slide your mouth over his fingers, taste yourself on him, he closes them in momentary bliss. And it’s so beautiful to see that you can’t resist pulling him in to share.

A Michelin-star chef with one of the most sophisticated palates on the planet. A renowned food critic once wrote of him, “In my next life, I’d like to be just one of the taste buds in Carmen Berzatto’s mouth.” And here he is, savouring you, tongue searching out every corner of your mouth as if he wants to figure out each and every component of your taste. Add the recipe of you to his menu, and make it every night.

You’re both done waiting, and the clock is ticking. You can faintly hear Sydney calling orders through the wall, although she sounds steadier now. You don’t know whether anyone out there knows what you’re doing, but a rampaging elephant couldn’t stop Sydney when she’s on a roll.

Carmy pulls you closer to the freezer’s edge, jeans and underwear falling to his ankles and suddenly he is right there, and-

“Oh, fuck,” is all you can say as he pushes forward in one swift, animal movement. And oh, pain flickers down your spine as he slides almost free of you and thrusts back, relentless, and this is exactly what you signed up for.

“ Fuck ,” he echoes, hand sliding down your neck to settle over your racing heart. “Fuck, you…I don’t know how you do this to me,” he pants, and you try to keep your moaning down so you can hear as words spill from him, “When you come in with your hair down before a shift, when you - ah - when you borrow my knife and I see you using it all service, when you let me light your fuckin’ cigarette for you. Shit. You drive me crazy on purpose, and you wanna know what the worst part is?”

You can’t breathe, let alone answer him.

“The worst part is I eat that shit up every time, ” he snarls, punctuating every word with a short, sharp thrust.

This is the animal you saw tonight, spitting curses, destroying his own food, all sharp edges and uncompromising will. Grunting as he bottoms out inside you, fingers clenched around your upper thigh hard enough to bruise, littering bites over your neck as if your colleagues aren’t an unlocked door away.

But the animal isn’t the end of Carmen Berzatto. There is more to him than the bear, and you intend to remind him of that before you’re through.

“Look around you,” you pant as he thrusts again, harder, sweeter, and you have to get this out before you tip over the edge. So you risk bringing the hand you were using to support yourself forward to turn his chin towards the walk-in’s walls, to beyond them, to the restaurant hard at work and the satisfied diners metres away who have no idea what’s going on in here, and fuck if that doesn’t make it all the more delicious. “Look what you made. Look who you are.” You watch his flushed face, hope he understands the praise, but you can’t hold on anymore to see your words land.

“You’re fuckin’ unbelievable, Carmy,” is all you manage to choke out as every muscle in your body lights up, tenses and releases in a flood so strong you wonder if you’ll ever surface, and if you even want to.

Carmy fucks forward into you twice more, and his head drops onto your shoulder as he groans, shudders, relaxes fully for what may be the first time in his life.

You stroke a hand over his head, pull him closer. You’re not quite sure when this stopped being a no-holds-barred quickie and became a quiet, intense embrace, but it feels right. All the desperation, the keyed-up energy, is gone from him. And if he never wants anything more than that, even though the idea is more than a little disappointing, you can take consolation from the fact that you at least managed to stop a raging Carmy in his tracks.

Although it is a little quiet.

“Carmy?” You ask, hesitant to break the silence. Thankfully, it still sounds like it’s all bustle outside. You wonder how long you’ve been in here, and try not to think about how you’re going to emerge with any shred of dignity intact.

Carmy pulls back, and you can’t define the look on his face, but it worries you. His eyes shine slightly, and his gaze skips across your face, down your body, not holding your stare.

“Are you okay?” You ask, praying this isn’t about to get really awkward really quick. The man’s still inside you, for Christ’s sake.

“Yeah. I, um, I should be asking you that.” Carmy’s hands skim down your sides, fingers pressing in randomly as if to check for bruises. He tilts his head to look under your chin, as if to check he hasn’t caused any permanent damage to your neck. “Jesus. Are you alright? I’m sorry, that was rough.”

“I’m totally fine.” You don’t know what to do to reassure him, so opt for two big thumbs up. “See? Voice working and everything.”

Carmy chuckles unevenly, takes a careful step back, and you try not to consider how empty you feel and how cold and slippery the freezer now is underneath you. You hop off, catching yourself on the side when you realise just how shaky your legs are. When you glance up at Carmy, he’s just staring at you, which is, frankly, unnerving.

“Do I look that bad?” you ask, pulling your hair out of what’s left of a ponytail to start again.

“No. No, I’m just…I’m just taking you in.” The raw honesty in his eyes pins you in place for a moment. But of course, Richie shouts “ Cousin!” before you can read into it too much.

There is a moment of panicked dressing and clean-up, a nod to each other to confirm you both look relatively sane and not totally fucked (even though you doubt it), and then a collective deep breath as you push open the door of the walk-in.

You don’t catch anyone’s eye for a second as you head to your station, Carmy’s presence like an open flame behind you.

“Corner. Corner. Behind, sorry Chefs,” you call as you slide back into place. Two quick glances calm you; one at the clock - seventeen minutes - and one at Sydney, who doesn’t look like she’s about to throw up and only has three tickets in front of her. You spare a final one for Fak in his position by the door, who you are positive would be grinning gleefully if he, or anyone else in the kitchen, knew what just went down in the walk-in.

“What do you need, Syd?” you ask, picking up the familiar back-and-forth of the kitchen again with some relief.

Carmy is quiet, focused, for the last half hour of service, but you can’t keep your mind clear. As soon as last orders are sent out, you slink to the back for a cigarette, hoping the smoke will at least wipe out your brain fog. It does the exact opposite. When you let me light your fuckin’ cigarette for you. You exhale, waving the smoke away as the words churn through your brain. I eat that shit up every time.

“Hey,” you hear, and you’re almost thankful to speak to the real him just to distract yourself from thinking about earlier.

“Hey.” You offer him a smoke, and he takes it, sinking onto the step next to you. The brush of his leg against yours is a lot more comforting than you expect it to be, relaxing a secretly worried part of you.

He takes a long drag, the kind of drag you only take when it’s been a shitshow of a day. “I just want to say I’m-”

“Sorry? It’s okay. It doesn’t have to happen again,” you finish for him. It hurts less that way.

“What? No.” He looks at you until you reluctantly meet his gaze. “Not for that. I’m not sorry about that.” He lets that hang there for a second, holds your eye. “But I’m sorry for losing my shit earlier. Nobody deserves to be around that, and…I want you to know I’m working on it. I wanna be…I wanna be good at this.” It’s a stilted apology as he thinks through every line, and it feels all the more sincere for it.

“That’s okay. I know. We all know.” You reach a hand out to touch his arm, and after a second, he lowers his head to rest on his knee, although his face is still turned towards you. You see his eyes flicker from your hand on his arm to your face.

“Although that wasn’t exactly how I expected that to go by the way,” he says after a moment.

You don’t try to pretend you don’t know what he’s referring to. “What, in the walk-in?”

“Oh, no, I’ve thought about it in the walk-in.” You ignore a pulse of feeling at his casual confession, at the idea that he’s thought about you. “I just didn’t imagine it so…heated, I guess.” Carmy raises his head again, traces a finger along your hand where it rests on his arm until you shiver. “Not that I didn’t enjoy it.”

You hesitate for a second before replying. Before extending the branch. “Well, I’m sure there’ll be other times, Chef.”

His eyes flick up to meet yours, and it’s your turn to watch his thoughts flickering there, watch as the fog clears, the idea forms, and he says, ��Yeah. Next time.”

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wow guys thank you for reading i pray through the act of writing this that my jeremy allen white obsession will calm the fuck down, but i fear i've made it worse

if you'd like to keep up with me on ao3, you can find me here and please do send me any comments or feedback or prompt ideas, i would love to hear them <33 thank you!!

[smileysuh]

Fix You TEASER

🌙 staring. Mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. “As a member of 53V3NT33N, I have two different states of mind coded into me, aggression and admiration. To love something, to admire it, is to feel aggressive when it’s questioned, to want to control it, if even for a little while- it’s the need to consume it, endlessly, as my fans consume and control me as an automaton. Even though I’m a member of a group, there’s a distance. Automatons can never truly motivate each other because our motivations are based on external human needs, it’s built into us- We can see when humans need us, and we do what we can to fix that need… I know you need me, the way I’ve needed you since I got here.”

tw/cw. unprotected sex with an AI robot, virgin!Mingyu, big dick!Mingyu, Mingyu's body is perfect, hand job, blow job, deep throating, pussy eating, fingering, flavored cum, praise, breast worship, switchy/submissive!Mingyu, multiple orgasms, slight overstim, AI slavery/working philosophical issues, risk of AI termination/job loss, technically this relationship isn't very worksafe, etc...

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 15.5k I collab. will be linked on tumblr posting day

🍭 aus. automaton/ai au, ai!Mingyu, robotics behavioral researcher!y/n, wellness center, future au, Promethean theory, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. i was so excited when @idyllic-ghost announced this collab in @svthub. Had a great time creating this world and working with everyone through the Discord server :) The masterlist is coming out July 15, but find the list of creators involved here and join the taglist :) also shoutout to @idyllic-ghost for being my beta reader, it really helped

It’s always kind of sad when you run a new level one automaton through their personalized wellness schedule. You’ve worked with all manner of high-class robots, from athletes to opera singers, but none of them have ever come into your program with the type of preexisting regimented day plan Mingyu has. 

You suppose it shouldn't be a shock that, as part of one of the biggest automaton boy groups in the galaxy, he’d had close to zero down time. When you show him the library and explain he should sit down in a spot of sun somewhere and read for an hour every day, at a slow pace, he looks at you like you’re crazy. 

“I don’t understand how this is supposed to help me,” he tells you, as you walk through the facility towards one of your favourite wellness locations; the pool.

“This might be an archaic example,” you explain, “but back when humanity first started making computers, laptops and such, many people would keep their computers on indefinitely. Sure they’d close the screen, but that’s not enough. You’d need to actually power down the device to keep its performance up.”

“I’m not a laptop,” Mingyu reminds you, with a flash of something like humour in his eye.

“You’re not,” you conceded, “which is why your nightly power downs aren’t enough. As an automaton, you were built to emulate being a human, but many people disregard one of the most fundamental aspects of humanity; the need for rest. Sleep and powering down isn’t enough if every waking moment is spent working or learning or practicing your trade- you have to allow for a variety of restful activities, such as reading, painting, gardening- it depends on who you are and your skillset though. For a chef, he might not gain rest from cooking because his neurons would still be firing with the intensity of someone doing their trade. Which is why, although I’ve given you physical activities such as swimming and tennis, you won’t be doing any dancing while you’re here.”

“What if I forget my moves?” 

“Something tells me the likelihood of that is very low,” you smile. 

“Okay, maybe I won’t forget my moves,” Mingyu sighs, “but I was made to dance. I was made to perform. What am I if not a level one dancer and singer?”

“There’s more to life than one’s job, however all-encompassing being a level one might be,” you explain. “I’m sure it’s very taxing on you.”

Mingyu pauses in the middle of the corridor you’re walking down, and you stop to assess him. 

“Are you alright?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he gives his head a little shake, and you’re shocked again at how human like the automaton is. “It’s just… no one has ever talked about this sort of thing with me. It’s always been work, work, work. It’s what I’m designed to do-”

“You may have been designed to be a dancer and a singer,” you nod empathetically, “but part of being alive is choosing your own destiny, as you and your bandmates all did when you escaped your facility.”

“Do you really think that?” he questions, standing very still and looking at you with a dark gaze. “That I’m alive?”

“At this point in time, artificial intelligence has progressed to the level where we’re told you’re sentient, that you can feel and think. That you’re as life-like as you’ve ever been in the history of the galaxy. You might have been created in a lab, hand-crafted and designed by some would-be God engineer, but to me, yes, Mingyu, you’re alive.”

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[possiblylando]

Chainsaw Man 123 'Early' Analsys.

This chapter gives us a lot to chew on unlike the previous ones which where just fully mystery. Which is why I'm not really sure where we start. I guess at the beginning of the chapter? Yeah.

So this chapter we meet the falling devil. I can't say I was expecting this but I was right about this current body she's using being made from the corpses of the people that jumped off the apartment complex. She's got rather weird theming as she's a Primal Fear who is also a Chef despite it not really fitting with her fear. I guess Primal Fears can have hobbies?

"Hor D'oeuvre, La Root Vonla" is french for something. Someone who speaks french probably has a better translation (If you speak French lemme know the correct translation in the comment or reblogs) but I have to use google translate which was really shitting itself on this one. So the rough translation is: "Appetizers, The Will Route" It being an Appetizer means that this is probably the weakest of her attacks. Things are gonna get a lot worse from here on out. "The Will Route" is clearly in reference to the attack's affects.

It appears the way to overcome this first attack is to come to terms with your past Trauma so that it doesn't weigh on you as much if at all. Falling says "A word of warning- Those who don't finish their food will taste death." which seems like it's directly referring to the way to escape the attack Then we get a flashback of Asa's life soon after the Typhoon Devil attack. This probably only takes place a few Days-Weeks after the event due to Asa's hair still being about the same length as it was in the original flashback.

Left 102 Flashback, Right 123 Flashback. It's pretty clear that Asa has been using the Cat (Crambon) as a substitute for her mother. She's become anti-social and solitary only spending time with Crambon. (Which is fair by the way). At this point Crambon and her School Uniform are the only things she has left of her mother. Then we get this evil fucking bitch

She is easily one of, If not the most evil human character we've ever met.

Up until this point everything seems fine. Asa is willing to try to move on from her mother's death for the good of those around her by letting Crambon move on as well. It's a moment of personal growth.

This bastard could've easily said "Yes, Crambon's fine" even if it was a lie. But instead:

I don't know if this is Asa's mind making the situation worse than it actually was. She might not have even said this but the way Chainsaw Man does it's flashback they're rarely if ever wrong due to human memory being at fault. This demon of a person was so upset about Asa having literally anything to find comfort in that she killed Crambon. Back to the real world we get some more information on the attack.

Reading through this chapter I thought they this was going to be a literal falling attack. Where Falling just lifts up a bunch of people and drops them to die. But the reality is much worse. Anyone who is unable to deal with their Trauma is dragged straight into hell. This is a Therapy Session by Fire. You WILL overcome your emotional baggage or die. Which is why it's important it's Asa in control of the body right now. Since Asa is the one who has to overcome her Trauma to escape this situation. Thats the end of 123. Time to the-- Uh.. I don't know what to call this section. Post-Chapter analyses? Whatever. Now I think the solution to Falling's attack has already been revealed. Chapter 102 was when we got the flashback of Asa's Mother's Death. In the same chapter we get a flashback of Yuko giving Asa her shoes. It's the same chapter when Asa resolves to try and be better.

Even if Yuko is gone now she'll still have an affect on Asa. I hope this is the case cause that'd be nice. Here's what I think we're gonna be seeing in the coming chapter(s) 1. Asa is able to accept that her past Trauma can't be changed and that it wasn't her fault. (Hopefully we get that Yuko mention in some way cmon) 2. Denji shows up and has to deal with his own issues fully (Unless the attack has ended by then) This last one I'm not confident will happen but it'd be cool. We see the first death of a Primal Fear at the hands of Denji & Asa/Yoru. Additionally I wanna know what the deal with Falling is. Her whole theming is rather weird. She's the falling devil yet she's a chef? It doesn't quite seem like something a Primal Fear would do. But I guess they can have hobbies as well? That's all I've got for now. 123 End Question:

Would you?

[stop-talking]

Help I know I promised more Mike Schmidt content, but... I also really want to write about Derek Danforth. Such an evil little man. I love him.

These are the current fanfic ideas bouncing around in my head rn, help me pick one to start writing?

A:

Short story about how Mike got fired from Tire Zone (sales assossiate. two months. insubordination.)

It would just be a silly little story about him getting put in increasingly frustrating/embarrassing situations at work until he eventually loses it. Probably no romance aspect, since it takes place before the movie. (And written in Mike's POV)

B:

Mike x reader fic, set after the events of the movie, where he and Abby move into an apartment with you. (And they were roommates.... yk yk)

More specifically tho, the reader would be an eccentric 90's style goth, simply because I think Mike would make the perfect loser boyfriend for a hot goth girl. Also imagine bonding with Abby over makeup... making her into a baby goth... so cute.

It would be an angsty slow-burn friends to lovers.

C:

Derek Danforth x reader fic, where the reader is an assassin-for-hire... who really pisses him off. You're useful, but too sassy for his liking. He hates when he isn't in control.

It would be another angsty enemies-to-lovers fic. The reader struggles to get over guilt and the feeling they're unlovable because of their profession.

And Derek is just like?? Bitch?? I'm a worse person than you?? Idgaf?? True love <3

D:

Derek Danforth x reader fic where you're hired by his mother as a last resort to try and get him sober. Alone with just him for three weeks, your job is to rehabilitate him. (For the "I CAN FIX HIM" girlies)

Unfortunately, Derek sees you as his personal chef, maid, and whore. You flat-out refuse at first, but well, after so many days of only interacting with each other... The lines are a little blurred. something-to-lovers. It's complicated.

Btw if you're a writer and you want to use any of these ideas that's fine. Just tag me. I wanna read it too!!

[mysticmonkiebusiness]

ISSUE 69 BLOCKS MAGAZINE PAGE 35 + 36

[ID 1: Two magazine pages. The first shows several pieces of digitally painted concept art of; MK, a roughed-up couch, a game controller, a polaroid of an early design of Mei, and another polaroid of Monkey King from the film “Havoc in Heaven”.  Below it is an image of a LEGO designer referencing a piece of concept art, one of MK flying on a hoverboard, to design MK’s minifigure, which is being drawn on his tablet. ] 

[ID 2: On the left, between the text, minifigures of MK, Mei, Sandy, Pigsy, and Monkey King descend vertically. On the right is an ink sketch of Monkey King, who wears a crescent fillet and has a large forehead. He sits atop his cloud, below him is an early version of MK, who has a skateboard, spiky black hair, and a shirt with a star on it. Next to this image is a digital painting of Monkey King, who closely resembles his minifigure but has a full cape and golden sleeves. Under this is a picture of Monkey King’s minifigure, who stands on a LEGO cloud and wields his staff.]

Transcript:

The Characters

MK Monkie Kid, the theme's titular character, Is chosen by the Monkey King to be his successor and defend against the Demon Bull. He's a brand new character in the story.

ΜΕΙ Mei is part of the Dragon Family, a descendant of the legendary White Dragon Horse, which the monk Tang Sanzang rode down the Silk Road on his epic pilgrimage to India and Central Asia.

SANDY Once a soldier, Sandy is now a relaxed, tea drinking nature lover. He's based on the character of Sha Wujing. the most kind-hearted, loyal and logical of Tang Sanzang's three disciples.

PIGSY Head Chef of Pigsy's Noodle Shop, the character takes a great deal of pride in his kitchen. He's based on Zhu Bajie, a part-human, part-pig monster who embodies the sins of sloth, gluttony and lust in the original story.

MONKEY KING After vanishing centuries earlier on a magical cloud, Monkey King is back to train the Monkie Kid. He's based on Sun Wukong, who like Sha Wujing and Zhu Bajie was forced to accompany Tang Sanzang on his quest by the goddess of mercy.

Developing Monkie Kid

It wasn't just name recognition that the Monkey King story enjoyed: it was also ripe for a LEGO adaptation. 'I knew something about the Monkey King and Journey to the West because key beats from that story have been reinterpreted in Hollywood so many times,' Simon says. 'When we were discussing retelling it, we were just listing out the big, iconic aspects.'

The biggest of all is of course the Monkey King himself. 'The Monkey King is such an amazing superhero because he can transform himself into so many different things. He can fly on a magic cloud, he's slightly cheeky, he slightly breaks the rules and he's not perfect. He's got that likable character; he's not the typical square-jawed hero that's just going to save the day.

'The team in China started saying, 'There's the Bull Demon and he has a wife that has this huge fan that creates tornadoes, and a son who can control fire, then all the other demons like the Spider Queen...' You just think wow, these demons are awesome and we can bring them to life in brand new ways.'

That early meeting set so much direction for the theme - not just for the villains, but also for the title. As with all great moments of invention, though, no one person can claim the credit. 'I wish I could remember who it was, but somebody said, 'It's the next generation of the Monkey King and he's just a boy,' and somebody said, 'The Monkie Kid.' That was the spark moment.'

Testing proved that children could identify with the Monkie Kid, or MK as he is also known, seeing the possibility that they could be the Chosen One.

Returning to Billund in September 2018, it was time to present the concept. 'We had a 'portfolio gate' as we call it at LEGO, which is where the senior team meets and we have to pitch what we have been working on, and get their approval to move forward. Everyone was like, 'Wow!' and the China team supported it 1000% - they gave us the green light to move forward and we went into the full development phase of sculpting new characters and building models.'

"HOW CAN WE MAKE SURE WE AREN'T JUST SPRINKLING A LITTLE BIT OF CULTURAL DUST ON TOP?"

[sweetdevil-sims]

Get to Know Me - Sims Edition

I was tagged by several people (thank you!), so I decided to get off my ass for once and answer this 😆

What’s your favorite Sims death? I think the mummy's curse one! There's just something about that ominous vignette during the countdown days, only for the sim to dissolve into dust at the end 😩👌

Alpha CC or Maxis Match? Both! Maxis Match for clothing, Alpha for hair.

Do you cheat your sims weight? Nope! I leave them at whatever weight they happen to be, unless they want to learn/practice the Athletic skill. I do cheat to give them more muscle tone if they're super muscular already, though; EA really should've made that slider move along the muscle mass one :/

Do you move objects? Oh yes. I can't imagine decorating without it.

Favorite Mod? Nraas Master Controller my beloved 💖 Can't forget BrntWaffles's lighting mods, they make the game look so beautiful that sometimes I like to just leave it on 2x while watching the sunset over the sea.

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack? The first EP I got was World Adventures and it's still my favorite. The first and only SP I have is HELS, along with bits and pieces from the others.

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing? The latter, though this question tripped me up the first time I saw it 😅

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? Ohh that's a tough one. Fergus Vane is definitely among my favorites, he was a Johnny Bravo knockoff who eventually got married and I swear that he and his wife could NOT keep their hands off each other 😆 First is him making friends at uni, second is him with his wife.

Have you made a simself? Oh yeah, when I got the game and was trying to figure out how to play. Didn't last long until I started making serial black widows, lol.

Which is your favorite EA hair color? That platinum blonde looks so tacky that I can't help but love it.

Favorite EA hair? I think EA struck gold with: Loose Curl, Dramatic Ponytail, La Dolce Vita Updo, Chorus Girl Curl, Pin-up Pretty, Skinny Dreads, Wavy Bob, Elegance Style, and Wild Fire.

Favorite life stage? Young Adult, because it has the most things available.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? Ohh it depends. I go through phases when I'm not interested in gameplay at all, mostly when I set up a savefile for the first time. But now I've been more into gameplay for a few months.

Are you a CC creator? Yeah, mostly with CAS items and minor annoyance fixes.

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad? I have a lot of simblr mutuals where I feel like a nosy person sometimes poking their head above the neighbor's fence to see what's going on 😆

Do you have any sims merch? / A Youtube for sims? Nope.

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing? I give my concrete boxes a few more decorative elements now 😅 For once, I stopped playing serial killers (mostly to avoid the NPC pudding spam that ensues), and am making an effort to not micromanage sims as much and to fulfill their wishes instead of ending up with mostly level 10 chefs and gardeners all the time.

Who’s your favorite CC creator? Oh man do I have to name someone?? SimplexSims, @aroundthesims, Mutske, @simtanico, @simaddix, @twinsimming, @bioniczombie, @martassimsbookcc, @simbouquet, @plumdrops, @ifcasims, @sim-songs, @deniisu-sims, @bellakenobi, @brntwaffles, @omedapixel, @wanderingsimsfinds, @simlicious, TheSweetSimmer and on and on.

How long have you had Simblr? 2016! Sometimes I can't believe it's been so long.

How do you edit your pictures? I have a few customized Gshade presets, and only convert gameplay screenshots to JPG. For CC previews, I may change the background color and will combine several previews into one image (and I occasionally correct small issues like unsightly clipping due to the poses).

What expansion/ gamepack is your favorite? World Adventures is #1, followed by Seasons and prooobably Supernatural.

Oof we're at the end! Thank you for tagging me and for reading, and I tag ✨anyone who wants to do this✨!

[caramelstarlight]

Keaya x reader, and reader has a pyro vision, people think that they don’t get along ( cause ice and fire) but they actually a great duo and opposites attract romance trope *chef’s kiss* 👌

Sorry for not posting. been busy saving primos. Just 6 days ago I had 8k and now im at 11k :D

Also I found that one audio of ppls favorite genshin characters from elements trend. Heres the audio. lmk if anyone wants to do it with me XD

Find it here: Trend Song

My favorites are: Tighnari,Ganyu,Klee,Venti,Albedo,Kokomi and Yae Miko. (Theres only one blue :p and no teal. So I leave Anemo black or white depending on your settings of light or dark mode and make hydro become pink bc again one blue.)

Anyways onto the story because yes. <3

It is true, Opposites can Attract.

Kaeya x Reader (Pyro vision) I now have 4 requests in my inbox so Im starting to work on them. I feel bad for my wattpads since I dont give them much but I do tell them that im active on tumblr. :d

Fluff :D More under cut <3 (Also I decided to make it where Y/N is the older sibling of klee for funsies. You get a different title of the "Inferno Knight" or "Wildfire Knight." Keep that in mind bc yes. Your the one mostly helping klee when the other knights cannot. Shes one of the ones she trusts the most.

"Have you heard of the "Wildfire/Inferno Knight? They are apparently Klees bigger brother/sister/sibling. I wonder how much it takes to keep the Spark Knight under control..." A person muttered to their friend at Angels Share. "I feel slightly bad for them, having to deal with bombs a lot sure sounds dangerous."

Your back leaned against the wall as you drank your drink. (I was going to say Apple juice LMAOO-) Slightly listening to the conversation and keeping the tavern in check since Diluc was elsewhere.

Especially when your boyfriend Kaeya was there. You don't know what storm could brew when hes around. He and Lisa are surely mysterious people. You watched him for a few moments before your gaze lingered on the two talking about you.

Your gaze went back to Kaeya, he looked at you as you moved your head towards the door. Signaling you both should get going as diluc would most likely return soon, the bartender should be good without you both there.

"Your so confusing and mysterious at times kaeya." You'd tell him as you exited Angels share and headed to the Knights of Favonious building. "Maybe thats why you liked me the best~" He'd tell you as many people stared as you walked. Figuring you both hated each other due to being opposites. But hey, you cant blame them.

"I can imagine Klee already got in trouble today. I'd better go bail her out of trouble if I can." "Ohh? Telling me your plans are we? Does that mean I can ruin it?" "No im just telling you." Trying to ignore all the confused stares.

Upon entering the building you went to the Solitary Confinement room opening it to see if klee was inside. Which she was. You closed the door on kaeya as he waited outside of the room. You sat down and held klees hands. "What did you do this time klee?" You'd ask her as she unexpectedly blew another few fish in cider lake.

You sighed as you handed her a few food and drinks. Before getting up and leaving the room. "Anyways did you guys enjoy the "BottleLand?" I heard eula went as well." "Yeah she did, it was nice and one of them gave me and klee a costume."

Leaving the Knights of Favonious buildings you stayed in the plaza looking at all the stares before kaeya asked them to stop and told them about the relationship. Everyone was shocked as they all thought you guys didn't like each other and only putted up with the other for your jobs.

(I had no idea what to do and I kept getting distracted lmao- I was on this for like 2 hours because of distractions from yt, sorry if its bad).

[diningwiththeasquiths]

Jaccard - Part One

Even a renowned Head Chef at one of the most prestigious restaurants in the world can become persona non grata, apparently. All it takes is one coke rage incident.  700 words

Gen, but can be read as NYC Chef x Carmen

Carmen’s usually not early for Al-Anon meetings, but today he is. The restaurant’s walls were kinda closing in on him, so he had to go, leave, go go go.

Things seemed to be under control when he left—that was the weird thing, he can’t quite pinpoint what it was that triggered him this time—so he doesn’t feel too bad when he has time to stand around idle before the meeting starts, outside in the shadow of the church so he can have a smoke.

The meeting preceding the one he’ll be attending has concluded, and people are beginning to exit through the wooden door next to him. He nearly stubs out his cigarette on the side of the building, thinks better of it and drops it on the sidewalk where he steps on it on his way to the entrance, before coming face to face with Chef Frederick, the Head Chef of the New York restaurant he used to work at, before.

After the first piercing shock to his system has somewhat faded—running into the man is like being dunked into a bath of ice water—he notes that the other doesn’t seem as smug or menacing as he remembers him (even if he still towers over him). In fact, he seems lightly mortified to be seen here. Right. According to the noticeboard he’d been staring at earlier, Frederick has just been to an NA meeting.

The feeling of panic gets replaced by awkwardness. He should just leave, enter the building, sit through the meeting, never be early again. 

Frederick breaks the silence before he can make a run for it.

“Hey.” Spoken like he’s daring him to say something. 

Well fuck, now he has to make conversation. His mind glitches. 

“Hey. What uh, what are you doing here in Chicago?”

Frederick stares at him and lifts his brows, so Carmen feels forced to fill the silence. He doesn’t manage to make things any less awkward. 

“Apart from going to NA meetings, I mean. S-sorry, it’s really none of my business. Look, I- I uh- I should be going, I don’t wanna be late-”

“I had a coke addiction,” says Frederick, sounding like it pains him to be explaining this to Carmen, even though Carmen gave him an out, “Have a coke addiction. And it got serious enough that they fired me over it. And I lost everything. And my mother lives in Chicago, so now I do too.”

He looks at Carmen like he’s expecting him to say something disparaging, to get his sweet revenge for all those months of verbal destruction. But Carmen finds he doesn’t have it in him, kicking Frederick when he’s down. In fact, call him the (figuratively) bigger person, because he genuinely hopes Frederick is doing better.

“You’ve completed rehab?”

“Two months, three weeks and five days clean now.” 

It doesn’t sound like he’s proud of it.

“That’s great, man.”

Frederick shrugs off the compliment like a cheap jacket. 

“So where do you work now?”

Wrong question, Carmen thinks, cringing at the way Frederick’s eyes narrow and his lips press together. He knows that look of displeasure all too well. Still has nightmares about it sometimes.

Even a renowned Head Chef at one of the most prestigious restaurants in the world can become persona non grata, apparently. And all it takes is one coke rage incident. Frederick doesn’t expand on it, so Carmen’s mind comes up with at least a dozen different scenarios, all of them seeming very plausible to him. 

Oh how the mighty have fallen. The version of Chef Frederick he’s built up in his head reshapes into the man standing before him. A man with weaknesses, and struggles of his own. The chef’s whites replaced by a dark green T-shirt, even though the dark-rimmed glasses and scowl remain the same. 

“My restaurant has a job opening,” he hears himself say. It’s true, but he regrets mentioning it as soon as the words leave his mouth. He’s quick to add, “We don’t have a star yet and you’ll start as a Chef de Partie. It’s a big demotion, so-”

“When can I start, Chef?”

Carmen curses himself and his stupid fucking mouth all the way through the Al-Anon meeting and his way back to The Bear.

Chef Frederick starts tomorrow.

Tbh I think Chef looks more like a Gideon, but I have horrible associations with that name. Does the name Frederick suit him? Should I change it to something else? Maybe season 3 will finally give us a canon name! Might write a part two, but for now this is a one-shot This now has a Part Two.

[laxiflorum]

It is that time of year once again! Happy International Fanworks Day! This year has been even busier than the last one so just another reclist (that might be late) from me this year. Hopefully next year will be different.

This year’s theme is when fandoms collide – my bread and butter, really. So, without further ado, this year’s IFD reclist:

Alex Rider (AR) × Rise of the Guardians (RotG)

Kindling Wonder by control of chaos Beautiful and incredibly uplifting. In most fics, Alex is quite jaded and hardened by the things he’s seen from being forced to grow up too quickly but this fic reminds us he can still be a child – he can still have hope and wonder, remember the good times, dream and have fun. Despite everything he’s been through, he can be the kid he should’ve been allowed to be.

Rise of the Guardians (RotG) × Avengers

Clashing with Legends by routavaurio The two source media are blended very well despite being rather different in tone. There’s humour but also seriousness, the characters feel true to themselves and the fight scenes are easy to follow. Even with a pretty large ensemble cast, everyone got their time to shine. There’s also a sequel, Mythical Intervention, and both fics are now also on AO3!

Winter Gods by avearia This starts off funny and lighthearted, gradually layering in plot and as of the latest chapter (20/02/2019), hints of horror building up to quite the cliffhanger. The worldbuilding is intriguing, with explanation for the discrepancies between Norse mythology and the MCU’s Asgardians as well as incorporating backstory from the GoC books.

Alex Rider (AR) × Harry Potter (HP)

Harry Potter and the Teenage Spy by Rod I don’t know how to describe this other than it is quite literally, when fandoms collide. See what I did there? …Sorry. The first instalment is set during ‘Deathly Hallows’: what if Alex (and Tom and Sabina) was/were in the café the Golden Trio escaped to after the wedding? After this, well, you know how Alex is – can’t leave anything alone, has to see things through no matter what, casually popping in to fuck shit up – no, really, this series is literally just Alex inserting his sassy self into Deathly Hallows. 😅

Of Wands and Stun Darts (And All the Things in Between) by tomaetotomahtoe This series is so sweet and Harry and Alex’s relationship is incredibly tender. The parallels are drawn between them in such a way that highlights the similarities in their personalities without making them carbon copies of each other. They’re so soft with each other – they’re also mutually pining away for each other 🤭. You’ll be giggling over these adorably silly boys.

Miraculous Ladybug (ML) × Avengers

What the Cat Dragged In by Kryal Tbh, I don’t really know what to say for this one other than it’s just… good. The way the world of Miraculous is viewed through the lens of an outside perspective is simply brilliant and the worldbuilding beyond what we see in canon is very clever. Adrien trying to figure out the physics behind the miraculous is just *chef’s kiss*. These two media were skilfully integrated and the characterisation is on point. Lastly, the tags – ‘the Avengers are not immune to cute’, they certainly aren’t! 😂😂😂

Undertale (UT) × Harry Potter (HP)

Under the Veil by poplasia I didn’t even know I needed this friendship until I read it. Sirius and Sans get on like a house on fire, the mechanics behind the magic are cleverly devised, the banter is hilarious and I can’t forget the puns.

Alex Rider (AR) × Artemis Fowl (AF)

Dead Man’s Party by thealphaaxolotl Post-canon strangers to friends to lovers!Alexmis featuring ‘oh my god they were roommates’, with your standard mutual pining as well as lashings of tension and angst.

Fairy Roses by crowprincess14 A short tearjerker as everyone deserves a little tragedy as a treat. It’s not specifically tagged as Alexmis but it’s definitely inferable. There are references to a canonical (but technically temporary) character death if you don’t read that. If you need comfort after this, there is a companion fic written by alexmis with a happy ending.

Alex Rider (AR) × Avengers

MI(6 Degrees of Separation) by mobilisinmobili Imo, anything written by Mobi is great. The source media go really well together and the characterisation feels natural. As always the worldbuilding is very well done, leaving a vivid impression of the gritty underworld espionage and crime both belong to.

Miraculous Ladybug (ML) × Undertale (UT)

Miraculous Tale by awkwardnarturtle This better fits the definition of a fusion than a crossover, honestly. The ML characters are effectively transposed into the world of Undertale without just feeling like an expy and everything comes together so well. Marinette and Chat’s relationship is delightful to read while the little hints of mystery here and there evoke that nostalgic eagerness to discover the game’s secrets.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica (PMMM) × Avengers

Incursio by Mr. Omelette The worldbuilding on the PMMM side has definitely influenced my own headcanons and the characterisation is rather fitting. Also, a family can be one American supersoldier displaced through time and two magical girls displaced across space.

Assassination Classroom (AssClass) × Boku no Hero Academia (BNHA)

Open Doors by NerdofSpades Another fusion for the list! This series masterfully blends the two universes together and Izuku’s character development takes an interesting turn as he is irrevocably shaped by the assassination classroom for the rest of his life.

[aeferkssr]

genshin impact vision headcannons !

i feel like the first vision i should talk about is electro. idk why its just that this element has me in some sort of fascination. anyways, i can proudly say off the bat that most electro users have a sort of shocking sense to them (pun intended). have you ever experienced just randomly touching someone and then the both of you fell a little shock? yeah, i feel like people blessed with electro9 visions would get this a little more often.

also, do you think that they can cook with their element? some trees are caught on fire because they got struck by lightning, so i wouldn’t be surprised if it couldn’t at least make it (slightly) edible. a certain electro user comes to mind when i say this.

imagine, he has had his vision for a while now and can almost fully control the power. then his stomach starts to rumble, so he goes out to hunt. when he does catch his gain, the rain starts to pour and he finds shelter. alas, there was no source to fuel a fire (or any to make one) so he had to eat the raw meat. 

now idk if he has eaten raw meat before, but for the sake of this headcannon lets pretend that he doesn’t. he has to find a way to cook the meat so he can eat it. then the idea struck him (pun not intended this time), he remembers how lightining would catch a tree and some sort of smoke would come from the tree. the tree smelt like fire. and since he has the power to create electricity at will, might as well give it a try.

lets just say, that it wasn’t unpleasant, but i was sort of painful. he learnt that way to always cook food with fire, not electro.

also, how do you think their aura is around people? as in, if they have some sort of intense emotion, be it in this case anger, you could feel the electro energy stinging your skin. not enough to cause serious damage, but enough to make you uncomfortable. maybe that’s why electro characters are sort of aloof in a way.

take a certain librarian for example, she seems to be fairly nice to people. she always has a welcoming smile on her face and a sultry tone of voice. (off topic but i would love to hear [REDACTED] in a french voice over!!!) she seems a bit lazy, if shes not dreading over her work and how boring it is, she can be found sleeping at her desk in the knights of favonious library.

but barbatos forbid you return a book late, the person will feel < or dare i say, the whole of mondstadt wil feel, her elecrifying energy. everyoner knows what its for, and quickly scurries to their homes, to see if they borrowed any books that they forgoit to bring back the day. 

and may all seven archons be with you if you find out that you\re the one with the late entry. at this point, you have two options: pray to celestia itself that you live to see another day, or come clean to her on your hands and knees. either way, she will get a kick out of it.

（´・｀ ）♡  ˖ 🦢 ་  ⩇ ʿ ⟢  

time for pyro! this is probably my favorite element because im a fire person. every game i play i have to have some sort of fiery red team member! speaking of fire, i think that pyro users are super warm! well, that's kind of a given since they literally channel pyro from heir bodies. but! i think that their kinda resistance to hot things and cold weather, a perfect adventuring element if you ask me!  speaking of high resistance to heat, i can imagine two scenarios where this quirk would come in handy!

you do need to build up some sort of fire immunity to be a chef, whether it would be to withstand the hot steam that bubbles from the pot as she cooks for her family restaurant, or to not jump when hot oil crackles onto your skin. it definitely comes in for a certain pyro chef! a pyro vision sure does come in handy for these situations, but she wanted to test its and her limits! 

throwing a quick bread mixture into the preheated over without gloves wasn’t that bad. she’s had oil burns that felt hotter than that oven, but it didn't click to her that when she takes the pastry out, the oven, and the dish, would be more than 10x hotter. however, ignorance is bliss, is it not?

the timer she set rand signaling that the bread was baked. she rushed to the oven and took down the door. heat blasted in her face along with the smell of freshly baked bread but it was something she was use to by now, the real experiment had started. 

she reached her hands into the oven and took out the fresh loaf and rested it on the table beside it. she smelt the bread and sighed because of its aroma. while she was admiring her work, her hands suddenly felt a strong burning sensation. she yelped and ran to the sink to rinse her hands under, the cool water soothing the burns for a while before she turned off the pipe. now, imagine if she wasn’t a a pyro user? she might have gotten burn marks on her heads, or worse, her hands might of burnt off meaning that she could never cook again! 

out second candidate would be a certain curly-haired red head. not only is he known across the city of freedom for his dashing looks, but for his fiery red hair. the way how it was charmingly curled at the ends and was kept in a low ponytail at the base of his neck, occasionally being tied up in a high ponytail while bartending for special events. he had to admit, it was a hassle to take care of.

the hair practically had a mind of its own the way how it kept tangling within itself. it would take hours trying to wash, dry and style his hair simply because of this fact. maybe he’s not using the right products? but he really wouldn't have anyone to ask about this since the only other person with similar locs was his late father. he could ask his brother, since they do have similar hair textures but for the sake of his sanity, he rather not do that. eventually, he ended up asking his head maid for advice, to which she recommended straightening it. 

she then proceeded to tell his about different hair styling products, ranging from regular flat irons to kinking irons. he tried to listen intently and understand what she was telling him but most of the information went through one ear and out the other. the only thing that he got from the head maid’s lecture was that he needed something to straighten his hair down.

eventually, he got what he needed (with much help from) he gets his product and tries to use it. in the attempt top cook his curls, he might not have successfully flat ironed his hair but he did break the flat iron. how was he suppose to know that it was locked closed? he used brute strength to try and open the tool and look at where that got him.

and the one part of his hair he did “successfully” straighten was done with a little bit, well, a lot of pyro and the two broken pieces of the iron. his hands got so red from holding on to the hot metal (since he broke it) that he just decided to scrap the idea altogether. he will just have to deal with having curly hair.

[oh-dameron]

Monkey D Luffy is the only wizard PI in the Chicago phonebook.

Luffy's magic is almost entirely around physical augmentation. He's developed a signature technique that lets him stretch his body. He can't explain how he does it, and no-one else has the faintest idea how he's doing it. Luffy has vast stores of mana and willpower but his fine control isn't great. When he gets involved in a case the only things you can be sure of are that he'll win, and that the property damage will be ludicrous.

Zoro is the Knights of the Cross. All three of them (overacheiver). Technically he never gets lost, but only because he never really knows where he is to begin with: he just walks in a direction, gets on any bus or plane that presents itself, and Providence delivers him wherever he's supposed to be. It's not often the destination he had in mind when he set out, but there generally ends up being a fight so it all works out.

Nami is a wizard who never joined the White Council. She's an elementalist with specialties in air and water, and while she doesn't have Luffy's vast reserves of mana her control is a lot more precise. Once she got away from evil wizard Arlong Du Morne's mind control she set to travelling the Never-Never, mapping new pathways and shortcuts through the dream world. When she isn't travelling she lives in the Chicago house her mother left to her. She is deeply involved in the paranormal community, and works hard to protect her people from magical threats. She is Luffy's first phonecall whenever anything happens and does most of the actual detective-ing.

Usopp has six or more side-hustles instead of a regular job, including graphic design, freelance paranormal reporting, and providing endless mechanical repairs for Luffy's clapped-out VW Beetle (the car was originally blue but half the panels have been replaced. There is a bobblehead sheep ornament on the dashboard). He has no innate ability for magic, but he's worked out gadgets that let him use it anyway: goggles to let him see spellcasting, a skateboard that runs on mana dials, a sligshot that fires arcane bullets. He helped Nami upgrade her wand and in return she graciously lets him house-sit for a reduced rate when she's out of town and run a workshop out of her garage (Usopp says he should be paid for watering her plants. Nami claims he's squatting and owes her rent. Usopp says you can't tell tenants to sleep in the garage the one week in four you are home. This argument has been ongoing for serveral years at this point).

Sanji hit a rough patch after he distanced himself from his birth family (again): he ended up crashing on the ratty sofa in Luffy's one-bedroom basement apartment for far too long (thoroughly foiling Usopp's plans to have a regular alternate crashpad for that one week in four). The White Court vampires have backed off for now: Reiju is a lot easier to deal with than Judge, though if anything she's even more dangerous. It's not easy being a semi-reformed incubus, but it's been better since Sanji's started working as a stylist, flitting around beautiful women all day and sustaining himself through the intimacy of the salon. He'd rather be back working as a chef at the Baratie, but as much love as he puts into the food he can't draw nourishment from it. He's slowly starving, but his code won't allow him to feed on unwilling people.

Chopper is a reindeer were-human. He's working as a medical examiner for now because he's just not used to humans enough to pretend to be one full-time. Also, he's too young for living patients to take him seriously just yet. He likes cotton candy and polka music (he does not like being complimented, bastard!).

Robin is The Archive: a magical repository of all human knowledge. The construct resides in a human and is passed down from mother to daughter. Twenty years ago The White Council determined that The Archive presented a threat and assassinated the previous Archive, passing the sum of all human knowledge to an eight-year old. They have hunted Robin ever since in an attempt to finish the job.

Brook is a Spirit of Air and Intellect bound to a real human skull. He is Luffy's tutor in all things arcane. Likes: panties, dirty books, music, the internet. Dislikes: sunlight, ghosts, being bound to a skull. When the situation calls for it Luffy can attatch the skull to a dummy skeleton and Brook can pilot it around like a body. The skeleton is eight feet tall (it was from Home Depot) and he still has a skull for a face, so it's not an everyday thing ("I'll wear an afro wig, a top hat, a purple suit and sunglasses! No-one will notice my face, not that I have a face for them to notice! Yohohoho!"). Luffy always lets him pick the music.

I'm not sure about Franky, Jimbe, Vivi (Summer Lady?) or Yamato, though I have Thoughts about Svartalves, Formorians, and Kincaid.

Luffy is not popular with the Marines White Council of Wizards, but having a powerful grandfather high up in the organisation helps. The old man can't stand politics, but he's strong enough that the others can't just ignore his opinion.

Monkey D Dragon is busy at the Outer Gates.

The Order of the Blackened Denarius is led by Rob Lucci.

Gecko Moria was leading the Black Court vampires but shit has kind of gone sideways for them ever since they went all-in on summoning the Last Titan (whose ass Luffy kicked).

There are no confirmed members of the Black Council, but lbr it's Blackbeard and crew.

Whitebeard is Vadderung, which makes Marco and Ace Valkyries (you're welcome) I guess and Ace could be an Einherjaren but that's less fun

Shanks is the Leansidhe.

Law is Marcone (sorry I don't make the rules). unless Crocodile is Marcone. Hmm, both? Either?

Kaido was the head of the Red Court of Vampires, but good luck finding any of them to ask how that's going. He's also an Actual Dragon sometimes called Ferrovax.

There's an incredibly powerful guy who doesn't have a crew and just hangs out in his big gothic castle by himself: Drakul Mihawk (that's it he's just the same guy, down to adopting the remains of the Black Court).

[deannaistyping]

I just wanted to talk quickly about this movie.

I'm now taking Shakespeare Today: Sex, Race, and Politics as a unit for university. Shakespeare in Love is entirely fictional, obviously. Still watching it as I'm writing, but first off: I'm 99% sure Will Shakespeare should be the bisexual icon we all needed.

Dude becomes attached to "Thomas Kent" before he finds out "Thomas" is actually Viola de Lesseps. Doesn't even flinch when "Thomas" kisses him: no reaction (though true he's part of theatre where women were played by men, but thus acceptance of "wtf??" stuff just kinda happens).

Also, he's a terrible writer. Not in that his writing is bad (according to everyone, he's pretty great), but in that his deadlines mean nothing to him. You ever worried about getting a project in on time? Dude, Shakespeare was writing the play as they were rehearsing it. It was finally done less than a week before curtain. He has the most inconsistent bursts of creative energy and is incredibly unproductive 85% of the time.

Meanwhile, the supporting cast of characters is just *chef's kiss*.

Viola de Lesseps, a woman not easily pushed around even in the Shakespearean era. Smacks Lord Wessex (who literally bought her betrothal) around. Gets pissed off by the whole men-play-women thing so decides "fuck it, I'll audition for Romeo" and beats out everybody. Proves men are so fucking blind it's not even funny because all she does is put on a wig, slaps on some lip hair and calls it a day. Almost gets away with it, but because she and Shakespeare couldn't keep it in their pants, they got caught. Ditches her new husband who bought her to go see the play, which is fortuitous because the actor playing Juliet's voice dropped. Despite having practiced as Romeo, she's memorized Juliet's part too.

Then there's Ned. Initially arrives like a pompous bastard (that he probably is) but he's surprisingly noble and understanding of Shakespeare's troubles -- as a writer, if nothing else. Ned singlehandedly controls moneyman Hugh from taking over the entire project. He plays Mercutio in Romeo and Juliet -- perhaps it's poetic (ha) that he's one of Shakespeare's closest allies and literary critics. Oh, by the way: he's barely in the movie. Dude has probably 12 lines if that, and his presence is so fucking powerful that I thought he was in it more than he actually is.

Not pictured:

Kit Marlowe, the rival playwright. He and Shakespeare have an interesting relationship in this film in that Shakespeare appears to despise him when anybody else mentions him, but the second they're alone and talking about their next works together, suddenly Marlowe's got ideas Shakespeare could use (he doesn't, but the effort seems to be appreciated nonetheless).

Burbage, who runs a different theatre. Tries to buy Shakespeare's plays, gets screwed over. Tries to maintain a monogamous relationship with his wife: discovers instead she's been sleeping with Shakespeare, and gets screwed over. Loses the pub brawl he starts. Finds out Shakespeare's theatre has been closed because Romeo was being played by a woman: decides Shakespeare should get to have his theatre. Man's a good sport.

Henslowe, who runs Shakespeare's theatre for better or worse. Dude literally gets his boots set on fire (with his feet in them) because he's so in debt and still sticks up for Shakespeare. As everything comes apart around him, he just kinda stands there saying "Well... I don't know how, but it'll be alright." What? How?? "...I don't know, but it usually all comes together." It does. He still can't work out how, but it does.

So anyway, this is a good movie and you should watch it. Even if you don't like Shakespeare. (I fucking hate Shakespeare's poetry.)

[senatushq]

NAME. Alek Gray AGE & BIRTH DATE. 28 & March 30th, 1994 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him SPECIES. Lycan PACK. Lupo  OCCUPATION. Unemployed FACE CLAIM. Aaron Taylor Johnson

BIOGRAPHY

Wolves had been the talk of local legend for years, they said an old woman wandered the woods looking for her lost son, and that she transformed those that she came across into a beast - forever forced to follow her lead. Alek never saw a woman, but he and his friends went looking for ghost stories - spurred on by a local podcast meant to emphasize the bizarre and the bonafide.

When they found the body of Alek Gray he was hardly recognizable from the person he’d been, a mangled mass of limbs and flesh left abandoned off the side of a hiking trail. His friends had looked for him all night, resorting to calling the ranger when dawn broke and he hadn’t turned up. It was late in the season for animal attacks, but they said that Alek was lucky to be alive. Anything big enough to do that sort of damage had to be getting ready to hibernate, it had to be hungry. Alek woke up days later in the hospital, his wounds had been critical but somehow, besides a few scars, he’d pulled through just fine. An emergency surgery when they’d brought him into the ER, some stitches, but anything life threatening resolved itself within a few days. He was a miracle, they even put him in the local paper: man survives freak bear attack.

But bears didn’t look like that, they didn’t move like that, they didn’t growl like that. Nobody would believe him. His so-called friends had heard the howl that night, they’d let him go off into the dark and let him stay gone when hours passed and he hadn’t come back. Alek supposed they were glad to be rid of him, back then he was always starting fights, and when he stalked off that night they were happy to see him go. For weeks Alek tried to convince anyone that would listen that what had happened to him wasn’t some routine animal attack, that the stories were true - that there was a monster out there - a real beast.

Prone to violence and arguments, Alek’s temper only got worse. He’d get inflamed over the smallest things, act out, get into fights, it was like there was something else fighting for control. Something beneath his skin fighting to get out. Wherever he went dogs would bark, cats would hiss, people told him he looked unwell, that he was different, or that he’d changed. The truth is he had, but he wasn’t done changing. The change would come under the next full moon when he erupted from his skin and ran wild, howling under the stars as his ferocity ran rampant. His rampage attracted the attention of a family of hunters and their upstart son, when next Alek changed, a witch with special weaponry and a skill set particular to the putting down of creatures. Incapable of controlling himself, Alek ran wild and nearly died as a result, he was fortunate the hunter missed and instead of a mortal wound walked away with a silver bullet to the shoulder.

Unaware that his natural instincts were bringing him towards the wolf that bit him, Alek came to outside of Rome, on the outskirts of this hovel he collapsed among the pack that might have looked at him as a glorified chewtoy if he wasn’t recognized as one of their own. Alek had spent his life feeling like he didn’t belong, they bandaged him up, gave him a drink, and told him how much to throw in for rent every month. In Rome he found a job washing dishes but he got fired for breaking a plate over the Chef’s head, at the Last Bean he threw hot coffee on someone, most recently at Alotto Gelato he broke the glass case over the gelato when he put someone’s face through it. Alek wasn’t good with people, he couldn’t control his shifts - or the aggression that came with being a wolf. But the Arno didn’t care, in fact, they seemed to like it.

PERSONALITY

+ kind, charming, wise – impulsive, manipulative, stubborn

PLAYED BY Shane. EST. He/Him.

[sogol]

pokemon type themed f/o prompts for loverdie!

[Normal]: Do you and your f/o have any pets together? lf not, do you want any?

reverdie plans to adopt a metal crab from beanstalk whenever she officially gets things going! but otherwise the closest thing is mayb reverdie's familiars, way down the line when they learn how to keep them under control.

[Fire]: Who's the better chef between you and your f/o? Do you ever cook together? If so, what's your favorite dish to make?

reverdie! logos tends to use spells to do stuff like peeling the potatoes, whereas reverdie prefers to manually do each step. if he has time to help, logos usually gets tasked to fetch things or stir the pan/watch the pot, though there are times where he properly sits down to help &learn. reverdie doesn't have any one favorite they like to make, though they do tend to gravitate towards dishes with rice &snacks you can eat without mess or one-handed so the couple can enjoy something homemade while they work overtime Again.

[Water]: What does a beach day with your f/o look like? Do you go swimming or check out the boardwalk?

on paper, logos says he's here bc the doctor needs a bodyguard during vacation &he applied for the job, but their friends know it's cover for a date. reverdie was reluctant to try the stall games because they're designed to make you fail until you've spent more than the prize's worth, even preferring to spend money on the tourist-priced street foods instead, but logos cheats seamlessly scores everything they eyed &the two probably get banned. also reverdie definitely brought a grill with them to bbq it up later &an ample amount of time is spent cuddling on a hammock.

[Grass]: You're going on a picnic with your f/o! What are you packing for the trip and what does the scenery look like?

most likely nighttime flower viewing in a secluded spot. reverdie's bag makes it look like they're going trekking, half full of food &half full of blankets and cushions. the snacks and tea were made with the flowers from the convalesence garden &reverdie dozes off in logos' arms under the stars &petals.

[Electric]: When did you realize that you were in love with your f/o? When did they realize that they were in love with you?

initial moment during babel, reverdie fell in love gradually without even realizing it,, it wasn't until logos realized his own feelings first and started hinting deeper affections/subtle actions that reverdie had an 'oh, heー oh, oh- I love him too,' moment.

logos realized it when he wanted to see reverdie blossom as much as the future he wanted to pave for others &the promises he made to them were declarations of that love portrayed in a way that goes with his belief of words as a banshee

(essentially they were "I want to help bear your burdens so you may flourish" aka "I wish for you to reclaim your name/yourself" -> for the doctor who was struggling to hold onto their core beliefs as a person &ties into the meaning of the word reverdie. the second vow to himself was sm along the lines of "in all the words &languages in the world, yours is most precious to me; I want to understand them so that I may nestle closer to all that you are" -> regarding wanting to decode reverdie's voynich manuscript as an intimate expression of affection)

after chernobog, nothing happened til post-victoria; logos got put on reverdie’s radar &logos himself decided to change the professional distance he'd kept til then. he didn't expect reverdie falling back in love w him over time, struggling on how to respond when he never fell out of love in the first place

[Ice]: It's starting to snow! What do you and your f/o plan on doing? Do you go sledding? Build a snowman? Or do you guys stay inside to keep warm?

logos probably goes sledding on a petty bet between other elite ops. he makes sure reverdie is properly bundled up &they take turns switching who's at the front. sometimes his vision gets blocked by reverdie's fluffy floofers but it's all part of the joy of being with them. reverdie tries to build an igloo at some point, but gets distracted during a break with some hot buttered rum &making christmas crack.

[Fighting]: What's one thing that you and your f/o can't seem to agree on? Do you often debate the topic or choose avoid it?

they're both reasonable &level-headed, they both spend as long as possible to work out an argument the best they can so there's not really an irreconcilable topic between them, at worst begrudgingly seeing the other's point &conceding. reverdie's actions leading to the fall of babel may be one point of discontent &depending on how the lore reveal goes, they may try to reason to logos or accept the blame without a fight (leaning more towards the latter)

[Flying]: lf you and your f/o had wings, what did they look like? If your f/o already has wings: describe them! Do they let you touch them?

the two of them help each other with their hair/fur/feather care routines; logos rly enjoys having his wings massaged &they're regularly seen fluffed up or flapping in happiness when he's around reverdie.

[Poison]: Who's the better caretaker in your relationship and how do you help each other when one of you is sick?

when it comes to being sick, reverdie knows a bit more abt whipping up herbal remedies/sick day recipes, but the two come rly close in terms of taking care of each other on a normal basis. logos worries he didn't do enough for them in the past, so he tries to make sure reverdie is cared for now. since the two are often saddled with a Lot of work, they seek each other out to get it done side by side esp if it's after hours. reverdie is usually the one who finally calls for bedtime &bc it's reverdie who's asking, logos actually acquiesces every time.

[Ground]: What's your favorite outdoor activity? What about your f/o's?

to outsiders, it looks like reverdie likes shopping, but in actuality they enjoy wandering around &finding hole in the wall gems in the process, be it for food or a knickknacks shop or etc. since reverdie was away for 3 years &logos didn't actively approach them another few years later, he got used to subconsciously filing away places &things he came across as "reverdie might like this" in his mind. it used to make him feel kind of empty, but not anymore!

[Psychic]: Is your f/o good at reading your mood and/or helping you feel better? What about vice versa?

logos Does try to b more attentive to reverdie's feelings, but ultimately coaxes them to communicate with him on their own initiative, hoping they'll choose to rely on him &not repeat the past. he doesn't mince words, but reverdie sees how honestly &patiently he accompanies them. it both warms their heart &makes them want to try all the harder for him

since logos has a stiff face &values logic over acting on emotion, he tends to hide dejection/anxiety, though feelings like annoyance/irritation are more unfiltered. reverdie knows there's a lot he wants to accomplish &has so much he needs to worry about to achieve those things, so they do their best to smooth out the creases for him &support him in the little ways to make each next step a little easier to tread.

in the end, it rounds back to logos worrying if reverdie taking on too much would cause them to close him off again, though this time it ironically leads them to strive to alleviate that worry as well by relying on &being open with logos

[Bug]: How do you comfort one another when you get scared? Is there any teasing involved?

there's not much that can rattle logos to the point of fear/panic, but similarly to above, reverdie tries to soothe his neurotic tendencies from accumulating by being as reliable as they can, including building a stable environment for him. they wrack up the most solid courses of action they can foresee to assure logos there's no need to be afraid/worry for anything bc everyone is steadfast &well.

logos opts to just eliminate the threat, or at least threatens the cause of the scare with a petty curse or two. if the cause is something he can't stop at the source, he'll try things like casting spells or physical/verbal comfort to mitigate what its doing to scare reverdie.

[Rock]: What kinds of gifts do you get each other for your anniversaries/birthdays/etc?

being able to coordinate time off together is one thing. making sure logos isn't away on another field mission is another thing. having the landship docked somewhere they can feasibly go on a date to is yet another thing. most of their special days are unfortunately spent apart or within rhodes island. since they're both busy individuals, being able to freely spend time together without the pretense of work taking priority is a gift in itself.

because of this, the two of them don't restrict "more important" gifts to "special days" &just do it throughout the year. personally handmade crafts are the norm between them, the most monumental gift reverdie has given logos is a custom, glassblown dip pen. they typically try to gift him practical things he could use.

logos vaguely remembers occasions, but has never really celebrated any. by the time he finally got together with reverdie again, his pent up feelings had been so close to bursting that even he had to mark it as a day of remembrance, gifting them the celtic knot from his traditional banshee wear, which is covered in protective spells &now tied around one of their tails. (his banshee's kiss &dreaming essence soon followed afterwards.) although gifts are year-round &his attitude abt celebrating hasn't rly changed, logos reciprocates reverdie's attempts to at least spend some (strictly non-working) time together for these milestone occasions.

[Ghost]: Has your f/o ever helped you get over a fear? Have they ever pushed you out of your comfort zone?

not exactly fear, but more like. their idealogy was being outright stomped on &reverdie didn't know how to overcome it? it was unfortunately one that you couldn't quite soothe, like an overall "life is cruel" kinda thing. since logos couldn't address the problem, all he could do was try to support reverdie through it, but it wasn't enough in the end. he's trying again now, but he isn't reverdie's sole pillar of support anymore, nor is reverdie isolated anymore due to situational complications of the past, so they're able to face up to their fear better now with their new bonds &experienced new viewpoints.

[Dragon]: Does your f/o have a kryptonite? Does your s/i know about it? What about vice versa?

there's no canon info for his weaknesses, so here's one unsurprisingly regarding reverdie instead: he's missed/pined for them too much, becoming a smidge clingy &possessive, as well as even more whipped &smitten than before. he might not actively realize it most of the time, but if reverdie is participating in sm for example, logos either shows up himself or reads up every report of the event afterwards or asks the people involved how it went. it's not exactly a weakness, but it sure is contradictory for someone touting the codename logos. reverdie, missing their memories &unable to compare this behavior with the past, just thinks this is how logos normally shows his love

reverdie's kryptonite is a double edged sword. they firmly hold onto their core beliefs- even if it hurts them. being unable to betray or denounce what they believed in despite everything until it eats away at them. logos of course knew about it, but he's able to worry way less about them falling back into that state nowadays.

[Dark]: Who is more protective of the other? Give us an example of a time one of you protected the other.

logos by a long stretch. he made a promise to protect reverdie &then made another to himself so he could uphold the initial promise better. even after the questionable state of that promise after babel, he still strove to upkeep it when reverdie returned- &now especially because of what happened in babel, he's doubled down his protective behavior. he's like the guardian bird of a tree, sniping nuts at your head from above &dive-bombing the people who walk too close (within reason) (he's logos after all) (ignore him brandishing his bone pen)

[Steel]: Do you have any f/o's who pretend to be tough but are actually softies that are wrapped around your finger?

yeah the great banshee lord, ancient-blooded young spellmaster prodigy prince who speaks in archaic rhetoric has got it down bad horrendous for this space tree fox. astronomically, even

[Fairy]: What kinds of AUs do you imagine you and your f/o in? Are any inspired by classic fairytales?

au where the elite operators survive :)))))

(I don't rly have any aus for them atm) (seaborn ending au is way too dreary for me to b happy or motivated thinking of one) (despite the amazing au fics I have come across, none of them rly inspired me to make my own) (beyond the vaguest idea of a modern au that I hadn't thought any deeper abt in 3000yrs)

[Bonus]: Construct a Pokemon team for you and construct one for your f/o (if they don't already have one!)

assuming it's a pokemon in arknights au &not full on pokemon au- (hash the above prompt, I guess I do have an au now?) (mons r obviously chosen based on vibes &lore/dex entries not actual competitive viability/team synergy idk any of that)

reverdie: their first pokemon is a shaymin who currently has lost its gracidea flower, or rather never had one in the first place. reverdie doesn't rly have a set lead pokemon as battling isn't a priority, but the eevee (now leafeon) that priestess gifted them likes to accompany them wherever they go. it suddenly evolved into a leafeon seemingly on its own after being under reverdie's care for a scant few hours. they befriended a ninetales shortly after settling into a mountainous yan village; reverdie loves to snuggle with it for warmth. during their stay in higashi, they were gifted an egg as a gesture of gratitude. it later hatched into a turtwig (now torterra). reverdie once had a zorua that their ninetales brought them, but it mysteriously disappeared during the incident that caused reverdie to have to recuperate in the sarcophagus for the first time. later when they woke up &resettled elsewhere, a hisuian zorua appeared on their doorstep one day &wouldn't leave. it hasn't evolved despite all this time &it's unclear if it rly just hasn't reached that point yet or if it refuses to. sometime after the reunion incident, logos' decidueye brought reverdie an applin (now appletun) like it was a dead rat. reverdie didn't know whose decidueye it was at the time &didn't see it again until they reacquainted with logos.

misc: xerneas

logos: the rookidee line is common in the banshee valley &logos has had one (now corviknight) since he was a kid. he kept running into an absol repeatedly as he grew up &eventually befriended it. his mother's froslass saw logos grow up &she lent it to him as a sendoff gift, lowkey to also look after him when he left for babel. logos prefers to use his own pokemon to battle, so froslass rly only sees action when he's officially representing the elegiac court. sometime during babel, logos found a rowlet (now decidueye) napping in the bed he hadn't seen for 4 days due to overworking. he kicked it out, but it kept coming back whenever he spent a prolonged period of time away. when logos told reverdie abt it, they said they thought it was his &had even let it into his dorm a few times. logos eventually just kept it. before he officially accepted the rowlet into his team, logos had been looking for a potential messenger bird to raise, since his corviknight was the team lead &often busy along with him. he asked the other elite operators for help as he couldn't devote enough time to find one. scout got him a swablu (now altaria) from heavens knows where, thinking it would b funny to see the banshee lord with a cottonball head. logos taught the swablu perish song on the spot &promptly set it loose on scout. sometime after the victoria incident, reverdie gifted logos an alolan vulpix (now ninetales) that they had been raising for a while.