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[strawberrynightmare]

Making hot chocolate for Mikey, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Koko & Sanzu

Content warning: Let me know if there's anything, just fluff

Mikey

It was routine at this point. Mikey rarely misses an opportunity to come to your place. Then the two of you would rot on the bed/couch and eat mostly unhealthy snacks while talking about nothing. And you would call it “quality bonding time”.

You can’t even tell for 100% sure whether it was a good thing to introduce your special hot chocolate to him or not. He loved it, but demanded it quite often. You even tried to teach him the recipe but he always managed to mess something up.

At this point, you just accepted your fate, but you made him go shopping for you in return. Even if you were somewhat aware that it was most likely someone else who did his job. 

He especially likes to drink it during evenings. His mood instantly improves thanks to it, it makes him sleepy and clingy as his brain turns into mush almost entirely. That being said, of course it’s one of the best ways to get him to calm down, even though it requires specific conditions to be met.

It’s a double-edged sword, though.

Imagine that during one of those peaceful times, his phone rings. And keeps ringing, and keeps ringing. And he’s pulled from his hazy, half-conscious state with immediate dark clouds surrounding his head. 

He picks it up only to hear about a sudden fight with a rival gang which suddenly occurred.

Those poor delinquents better pray because Mikey is fucking pissed.

Several gang members will have to pull him away from the enemy leader because he’s making sure they won’t be able to leave the hospital for at least a good month.

He comes back to you one to a few hours later, all covered in blood and with skin torn on his knuckles. He takes a shower and changes into pyjamas before laying back on the couch and demanding another hot chocolate as if nothing happened in the first place.

Chifuyu

Your boyfriend hugs you from behind with his chin resting on your shoulder. His curious eyes remind you of those of a cat. His mouth soundlessly forms an “o” shape and he nods his head in understanding when you put some pieces of chocolate bar into the mug. 

You can’t resist the urge to put one into his spread lips and he doesn’t complain either. 

“So this is how you make it taste so good.”

“Yup, the chocolate melts and makes the flavour richer, although it also increases the amount of calories. I guess one is connected to the other.”

“I burn a lot of them either way so no worries.” He licked his lips off the remnants of the chocolate. “It smells like heaven.”

“I know right? This is why I choose this particular brand.”

He barely waited a moment for it to cool off before having a taste. Good thing you predicted it first and took countermeasures.

You made yourself comfortable on his bed, reaching for the newest volume of a manga the two of you were reading together.

“Don’t you dare start without me, y/n. It was so hard to avoid all of the spoilers online, it felt like walking on landmines!”

Purely out of spite, you lay on your belly and open the book which earns you screams of protests from your boyfriend. He wastes no time getting on top of you and trying to snatch it from your hands so you hold it just out of his reach. You then roll on your back and he falls softly on the bed right next to you before you both burst out in laughter and reach for your mugs.

You then sat cross-legged on his bed with the manga in your hands. He hugged you from behind and put his chin on your shoulder. Both of you began to read, sometimes laughing together, sometimes commenting or clearing out any doubts and recalling past volumes. All of this while drinking the delicious hot chocolate. Such moments with Chifuyu truly are precious <3

Mitsuya

Since your boyfriend always insists on cooking meals for you, it’s only right for you to make the dessert. Seriously, you don’t even know why you let him do it for you. Each time you try to bring it up and try to convey that he doesn’t have to do that, you get knocked out with stuff like “I like to cook for you though”, “it’s much healthier and more affordable” and the one which always leaves you in a lost position: “You don’t like my cooking?”

Half-dead, you fall to the floor while coughing metaphorical blood as he hums a gentle melody and proceeds to head towards the kitchen to make some food. It was truly a battle lost the moment it began. So you gave up.

Making him hot chocolate was the least you could do for him. He didn’t even protest and let you have your fun the first time you decided to. 

That night, his little sisters were in their beds already. You were watching a somewhat boring movie together and you soon fell asleep on his lap. He glanced at you warmly and shook his head at the chocolate stains left on your mouth. He licked a tissue and began to rub your face like mothers do to their kids except gentler. Thankfully you didn’t wake up.

…Which reminded him that he had yet to drink his own. Sorry, love - he thought before raising the mug to his lips without expecting much. His eyes returned to the screen and then widened in shock upon the taste. Later that week, he tried making it himself, but it didn’t taste half as good as yours. That’s when he decided to get the recipe from you.

***

“Are you sure you want to stand here?”

“Yes love,” he replied seriously with his hands resting on the kitchen counter and his eyes following your movements like those of a hawk.

“Wouldn’t you rather sit over there? I’ll be done in-”

“No need, love,” he gently put his hands on your waist and placed a kiss on your arm.

You raised a brow, but shrugged before pouring some hot water over a mix made of chocolate and powdered cocoa. You then stirred well and took condensed milk out of the fridge. Poured some into the drink. Put it back. Then stirred again before adding the marshmallows.

Mitsuya was taking mental notes the whole time. 

“Wouldn’t you rather use boiled milk for it?” He finally asked.

“That’s too much of a hassle. Besides, there’s only some needed for it to taste good. Plus, milk or coffee cream from the fridge cools down the temperature. Thanks to that, it’s ready to drink almost immediately.”

You gave him his own mug and both of you headed towards your seats and settled into comfortable silence. He couldn’t wait to make it for his little sisters!

(Spoiler: they loved it)

Sanzu

“It feels like drinking liquid sugar,” he noticed and then proceeded to only eat the pink marshmallows.

You barely resisted the urge to kick him. The two of you were resting in his bed. He was sitting and you were laying on the opposite side which resulted in him being right next to your feet. 

“I’ll drink it for you then,” you stretched your hand in his direction, but then he moved away to get the cup out of your reach. 

You were perplexed, to say at least.

“I thought you didn't like it?”

“I never said that?”

You kicked his side which - aside from an irritated expression - did not affect him at all. So you tried again. This time, he grabbed and pulled your ankle towards his face and kissed it while looking you straight in the eyes and smiling. 

“Freak.”

He grimaced. “Your feet stink.”

You sighed and sat up. If Sanzu had dog ears, they would perk up in surprise at that.

“Oh my, it seems that me and my stinky feet will have to leave then.” 

You barely managed to stand up and take a step towards the door before he hugged you by the hips and glued himself to you, making you unable to move without losing your balance.

“I was kidding! I love you and your stinky feet,” he nuzzled his face into your side. 

You tried to make another step forward but the weight he put on you made you lose your balance and fall onto his (luckily) carpeted floor. Concern flashed in his eyes before you smacked his head. And then you groaned when he almost laid on top of you, preventing you from leaving. 

“Am I dating a guy or a puppy?” You complained as he nuzzled his face into your neck. 

“If you’re into this, I wouldn’t mind wearing a collar with a leash.”

“Shut up or I might consider adding a muzzle.” You felt him grin into your skin. 

“Woof woof!”

Koko

If he was being honest, he’d much prefer you sitting next to him, maybe even cuddling. He tried to convince you that you can order take out, or he can take you to a cafe or a restaurant if you want to eat something nice. Damn, he even asked you to come back to him while the water was boiling but apparently it was more “complex” than just pouring hot water over powdered cocoa and stirring. 

He sighed, letting his head drop backwards in defeat. He’d much rather drink cold water and spend more time with you. Although, it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling to have someone put effort for him just because. In fact, it caused a fuzzy feeling in his stomach.

Just as he was about to call for you, you appeared with two mugs of hot chocolate in your hands. He raised one brow at the white and pink, tiny marshmallows richly decorating the top. 

“You might want to drink it before eating the marshmallows. If you eat them first, it will look less tempting.” You sat next to him on the sofa and he wasted no time putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer.

“I see you have this all thought through,” he noticed, while placing a thank you kiss on your temple before taking his own mug into his hands. He noticed you staring at him intensely.

“Please don’t,” he groaned. 

Your gaze didn’t falter. Your breathing became quicker.

“Y/n…” He pleaded. 

Your lip began to tremble. 

“You’re better than that.”

…

“Choco for Koko.”

“For fuck’s sake-” You barely managed to dodge the pillow aimed at your head.

Your boyfriend shot you one last disappointed look before he took a sip.

And then another. And another.  Before he knew it, it was all gone and he was fishing out the half melted marshmallows from the bottom. 

It was a damn good hot chocolate.

He even contemplated asking for seconds, but it dawned on him that you would have to leave again to do that.

“Did you like it?” You asked while making yourself comfortable in his tight embrace.

“I sure did. Mind selling me the recipe? Just name the price.”

You couldn’t decide whether he was being serious or not so you said the first thing which came to your mind.

“I might want to exchange it. For an… engagement ring.”

Koko turned his face away, almost embarrassed with how wide he grinned. His eyes sparkled uncharacteristically.

[fukashiin]

"spendin' all my nights alone, waitin' for you to call me."

— w. floyd leech.

a/n: THIS IS FOR MY PRECIOUS MOOTIE PATOOTIE @tinyletterz !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY REMY I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH. IM SO INDESCRIBABLY HAPPY TO BE YOUR MUTUAL, AND I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS TINY BIRTHDAY GIFT!!! i also want to thank you for having reblogged more than half of my works already, it means so much to me. <3

floyd has been waiting for the past 30 minutes already. how long are you going to make him wait?

the green dot accompanied next to his magicam icon keeps reappearing, and disappearing. the mug of hot chocolate on his bedside table starts to get cold in the presence of your absence, so he peacefully resorts to gazing out at the night sky, watching the clouds as they sail by like a boat on the raging currents. there's no solid explanation as to why this feels all so familiar to him.

but he remembers.

the memory crackles like a single firecracker that he used to play with you near the sea coast. the overhead stars that twinkled no less than your eyes did, the booming passion of your voice as you yell at him to chase after you while your dirtied feet tripped over the grainy sand that shimmered with an abundance of sea crystals. he misses you, and it makes his heart throb.

he wonders when you'll finally be online. fresh out of the shower, showing him your precious face that used to dress in his unearthly love of kisses that converts your frowns to everlasting smiles. he wanted to see more, more of your smiles, as if it was his own personal goldmine.

the sudden buzz of his phone brings him back to the here, now, and he sees your caller ID just an inch away. his ankle thuds dully with the side rail of his wooden bed frame, emitting nothing but a groan out of him as he stumbles to pick up the phone. you were just on the other side, a tap closer to hearing your voice. though it may seem worlds apart, he was certain that you were looking up at the same night sky that you both were under.

he picks up, and it was nothing but an awkward silence that befalls the two of you which stretches out for a few moments. yet, once he gets a good measure of your face, he smiles, teeth and all. "there ya are."

"floyd!" how could your heart be so pure? so untainted by just the mere gaze of your boyfriend, who did nothing but love your selfish self for who knows how long? not to mention, you miss the way he smelled of bracing peppermint whenever he was in your line of attention.

and the best thing happened after forever. you talked, and connected your hearts within a rhythm's beat. the more your heart pounded, the more you felt like it was just possible to shoot your arm through the screen and grab ahold of your lover by his collar and kiss him like the warm dreams you've been having ever since you two parted. spurts of electric waves travel between the two of you, and you thought he could never be more prettier. it's cruel, and it weighs heavily on your shoulders.

"...thank you." it's only a moment's notice before he takes in the sight of your sleeping face.

the lingering line of drool at the side of your mouth seems pretty silly to him. and he doesn't take the initiative to hang up. he'll just lay there, watching you through the phone as if you're with him in actuality. and he wishes nothing but for the longevity of your life, and this relationship that speckled of golden flakes within each and every area. he whispers one last thing just before you get dragged into the realms of the darkness.

"I love you, so darn much."

[sweet-evie]

IMAGINE Satoru and Suguru as fucking YouTubers, circa 2014-2018.

Ohmygod they would be SO entertaining, I swear. This AU lives in my head rent-free at the moment, so let me word-vomit about it.

It all started with Satoru... Things like this, of course it starts with Satoru.

Satoru gives me storytime YouTuber vibes. His channel started out that way. It's just him talking about how crazy his life is. But after he amassed a following, around 100K, he eventually became a variety sort of YouTuber.

Satoru does a LOT. His channel is INSANE. From food challenges, to trying weird food on camera, to going to haunted locations, to putting weird stuff in the microwave to see what will happen (his house is permanently in danger), to failed cooking videos, right down to trying random products he finds in online stores.

Trust me, it doesn't take him long to get to 10 Million subscribers. Probably 10 months or less. That face card ain't declining and he's always going to pull people left and right.

In the beginning, a lot of Satoru's traffic came from Instagram. It's just him looking so aesthetically pleasing, he's irresistible. His Twitter is a mess. Twitter is where he shitposts, and people know better than to take him seriously on Twitter. His Snapchat... Good lord, help the poor soul who's following him on there. It's random shenanigans that would have you questioning if Gojo is okay.

For the first two years of his YouTube career, Satoru has been doing this YouTuber thing solo.

And then his best friend, Suguru Geto, made his debut on his channel and it's OVER.

His fans fell in love with Suguru. Of course, they would. Tell me you wouldn't love him? (in an AU where Suguru is innocent and has never attempted to commit crimes against humanity).

Also, Suguru is deadass charming when he wants to be.

Satoru and Suguru = iconic comedic duo.

Satoru's views and engagement skyrocketed from the moment Suguru was introduced to his YT audience.

At first, Suguru kept all his social media accounts private, and Satoru was always careful and mindful about what appeared on camera.

Eventually, Satoru influenced Suguru to start his own YT channel.

Suguru Geto strikes me as the type who would have a niche YT channel. Like, he targets a specific audience. The opposite of Gojo's chaotic variety channel.

I kind of find it hard to pin down what sort of content Suguru would upload, but I'm leaning toward day-in-the-life vlogs, fitness, travel vlogs, and commentaries.

If you want serious, educational, aesthetic, and calm content, head over to Suguru's channel.

If you want unhinged shenanigans and pure chaos, Satoru Gojo is your guy.

Satoru promoting Suguru's channel after a failed cooking video be, like:

=OoOoO= =OoOoO= =OoOoO= =OoOoO=

"Well, it's whatever!" Satoru laughed, side-eyeing the messy slop on the countertop that he'd had the audacity to call a donut cake before the entire video devolved into him and Suguru flinging globs of cream cheese and chocolate frosting at each other across the kitchen.

"Who is going to finish all this?" Suguru lamented, eyes narrowing at the pile of food on Satoru's marble counters.

"What are you talking about? We're eating that!"

"Oh fuck no!"

"Yes!"

"No, Satoru."

"Yeeeesss!" Satoru cackled and flung an arm around Suguru's shoulders, bringing his friend into the frame for the special announcement he'd teased at the beginning of this video. "Now come here, it's time to tell them our surprise."

"Our surprise?"

Satoru laughed. "Well, your surprise, but you did this thanks to me~ You're welcome, by the way."

Releasing a deep sigh at the sound of Satoru crooning into his ear, Suguru shook his head. Satoru was more excited about the announcement than Suguru himself would ever be.

"Are you telling them?" Satoru asked, blinking at Suguru over the rims of his dark Versace sunglasses.

"Nah, you do it."

"Everyone, Suguru finally has a YouTube channel!" Satoru announced gleefully, the widest grin splitting his face as he wrestled Suguru into a headlock. A headlock that the latter had no problem prying himself away from. "After a whole year trying to convince his stubborn ass! And the first video is already up right?"

"Two videos, but yeah, they should go check it out if they want." Suguru nodded, flashing an easy smile at the camera, and towards millions of Satoru's lovestruck fans.

"Two! He's fast! Go check it out, guys. Suguru's channel is in the description below. It's the first one there. If you guys need something to help you relax or--"

"--To cleanse your palette after this madness."

"Hey! Rude! They love my cake videos!"

"That's not cake, Satoru."

Neither of them acknowledged the sloppy pile of donuts coated in multi-colored frosting, teetering on the brink of collapse in the background.

"But yeah! Suguru's channel is up right now. First two videos, go check it out! Subscribe, show him some love, give it a like. We had fun hangin' with you, we hope you had fun hangin' with us. And I'll see you guys tomorrow!"

=OoOoO= =OoOoO= =OoOoO= =OoOoO=

UGH! THEY'RE SO CUTE!

[rain-dom]

[Girl to Femboy Transformation] Coming Out Of His Cocoon.

“Goddammit! No service, still!”

Stacey was holding up her phone into the air, desperately trying to get some sort of connection to the outside world.

Stuck in the middle of the A Thousand Eyes Forest, with no connection to the internet, no way to call anyone, and no way home, this would be a nightmare for the average person. But this was pure hell for Stacey, a popular social media star, who was used to her millions of adoring fans - and haters - watching her every move, either judging and mocking her, or cheering her on and defend her her at every turn. That was company.

Not that she cared about any of them that much, anyway. Blind hate or love was all the same, as long as she kept up her good-girl schtick online and kept growing her audience, it didn’t matter what people online thought. Even her shallow fellow-influencer “friends” only tolerated her so that they could get numbers off of her and vice-versa. Purely transactional. She didn’t need true friends or companions, all she needed were the increasing views and followers, which made her more money, which made her Mom and Manager happy, and that’s all that mattered.

Well, until recently. Stacey wanted to stop being online all of the time for the sake of her mom’s praise, and wanted to go out and find herself. Get a hobby that she liked, go on dates with cute boys - stuff any nineteen-year-old would do.

Let’s just say… her mom wasn’t too happy with her daughter’s newfound sense of self, with her kicking her out of the house indefinitely. So, Stacey would, after joining her “friends” on this camping trip, she would leave her campsite and never come back.

In any case, she didn’t even have them to comfort her. And making matters worse, her phone died, due to the lack of battery.

In the middle of the night.

“Ugh, well isn’t this just terrific!” she yelled as she kicked a rock, which bumped off of a large, nearby tree, scattering a few animals - birds, rabbits, raccoons, and squirrels. Unknown to her, however, her careless actions made this old tree spirit unhappy with her.

“I’m stuck here alone with little food and water, in the middle of some…disgusting forest, walking in circles in the dark. And I can’t see shit! Who even names a forest A Thousand Eyes, anyway?? So creepy…” she said as she ate the last of her chocolate bar, which she then tossed onto the lush, green grass. “And my boots are all dirty, too!” she pouted, gesturing to her $5,000 pink glittery boots, covered in thick, brown mud.

“Know those bitches are gonna have a blast with me out of the picture. They’re probably already making their sad little videos about ‘HoW muCH tHeY mIsS StAcEy’, then a week later they’ll post some expose about me or whatever.” She laughed.

She sat down at the bottom of a large, ancient tree, and sighed. It was starting to rain, and she started to cry with the sky above.

“I guess this is what I get for not getting you enough views, huh, mom? You got what you wanted. Now, you don’t even have to face me! God, you’re so…arghh!! I HATE you!!” She yelled, breaking down in tears.

“I wish I could have seen you for who you were before! But it’s too late for that now. Maybe this is just what I deserve. Not like I’m a saint, or whatever.”

She closed her eyes and decided to at least get herself some shut eye.

Stacey awoke to a voice, one that was deep and ancient sounding.

“Stacey Steinberg. You and your companions have desecrated our home, the Forest of A Thousand Eyes.”

It was morning now, and the rain had long since subsided. “Is the tree… talking to me? Through my head? God, I must be going crazy…”

She knew what this tree was talking about, though. Her and her friends did make a mess at their campsite, leaving all sorts of junk - wrappers, water bottles, and even food.

“So that’s why it’s called the Forest of A Thousand Eyes.” Stacey thought, feeling both embarrassed and fearful of this forest that watched her every move.

She turned to face the tree, and crossed her arms over her chest. “Y-you know, being stuck in the middle of this stupid forest is punishment enough, so if you think-“

“We were thinking of a punishment, yes. But sensing your pain, your frustration, and your anger against your fellow humans who have wronged you - and us - we thought it would be best if you could join us in our great battle against your kind.”

She sighed. “I have literally nothing else better to do so, what do you want me to do, hive-mind?”

“Let yourself be renewed by the vines, and let us mold you into the Protector of the Forest of A Thousand Eyes.”

“Protector?? Of this forest? I hate this forest, but…not gonna lie, I like the title though. Protector. You know…I don’t dislike the sound of that”, she said with smirk.

“So be it.”

The clouds parted, and light beamed down onto the spot Stacey was sitting. The green tree she was sitting on glowed green, its layers in its bark shining brightly. Stacey took a step back, closed her eyes, and turned her head away from the tree, shielding them from the light by holding her hands out.

“Our vines will mold your body to your liking. You will have all the powers of the forest, and will protect all life within it, with your life. Now, remove your clothing and lay on the Home Tree. You will be gagged with the vines as well. This is done so that you can be as connected to nature as possible. But, you will be able to communicate with your voice and your thoughts if you want us to terminate the modifications at any time.”

“…you guys are bunch of perverts.” She said with a disgusting look on her face, opening her eyes as the light dimmed. “But hey, I’ve got nothing more to lose. And…hm, it would be nice to exist in a different body.”

She did as they said. First, she took off her pink and purple backpack. She then took off her clothes - a pink leather jacket, her pink boots, white sweater crop top, her light blue skirt.

Then, she took off her pink panties and bra, and her white socks, and laid on the tree trunk.

Then, the tree glowed again.

“Ugh…I feel so warm-agh!”

She saw as she was being covered in vines, as they one by one started to wrap around her hands, arms, legs, neck, and torso. The vines restrained her arms and legs, pinning her to the tree.

“Eww!” Stacey said, disgusted as more of the vines wrapped around her body. The vines covered up her eyes and shoved themselves into her mouth, gagging her, and squeezed and wriggled around her head and throat, making her face change somewhat, although she didn’t know in what way, but it felt…good, nonetheless. Her straight, neck-length blonde hair felt longer and free.

Meanwhile, she heard her voice deepen, sounding more boyish.

“Mmm..ohh..” she said with her new voice as her muscles began to relax.

“Oh! hah….” The vines squeezed around her chest, pushing down on her breasts, as if they were massaging them. Her shoulder and arms felt like they were pushing out of her body, as if like bubbles of stress were popping out of them.

She felt the vines tighten around her waist and hips, massaging them as well.

“Are you enjoying the changes so far?” Home Tree asked.

”I can’t believe I’m saying this, but…yeah, the feels so good!” She thought, while also nodding in between her muffled moans.

“We have one more change we need to address - would like us to give you a beautiful gift?”

”Mm-hmgh!” Stacey agreed.

With that, she felt the vines quickly spread her legs, as something warm and slimy ran down her thighs from her crotch. Something started to tickle her clit, making Stacey’s body tremble and moan with great pleasure.

After thirty seconds, the teasing stopped.

”H-hey, what’s the hold up—AH!”

After the teasing, it felt like two large vines were inserting themselves into her pussy and her anus, each one taking turns fucking her.

”Oh, fuck yes!” Casey thought, her moans getting loader and loader, the penetrations becoming faster and faster, harder and harder until she finally felt herself squirt.

”Wow…I’d never thought my first time would be with a tree, but…fuck! I don’t care anymore! This feels great!”

Then, she felt the vines, tugging, pulling…something in her vagina.

”Oh god, what’s happening nOwW?!?”

As the vines kept pulling whatever was inside of her out of her, she felt it growing, expanding…twitching. She also felt two other, smaller things being pulled after it, growing size as well.

The vines then wrapped around those unidentified things, then pulled them even harder.

”Gagh!! Ooh!!” Casey groaned. ”What is that thing??”

As the vines kept pulling, the faster those things grew. Faster and faster, bigger and bigger did they grow, until they were…pulled outside of her?

The vines tugged on them three more times, with more and more of them wrapping around it, until they seemed to reach a large enough size.

The largest of them, already feeling like it was about to burst.

Long and hard, twitching and throbbing, Casey didn’t care what it was, as the sensations coming from it were too much for her to bare!

”Oh god! Whatever that thing is, it feels like it gonna explode! Please, do something!” she begged.

The vines answered by rubbing it, the feelings almost pulsating from her crotch, Casey’s body shook as she moaned loudly, her head throwing itself back, reacting to the new feelings down there, as the vines also started to penetrate her ass again.

”It-it feels like lightning…exploding all over my body!”

As the vines kept rubbing it faster and faster, penetrating harder and harder, she could feel the sensations increase, higher and higher, faster and faster, until suddenly-

”Aahmngh!!” she moaned, feeling whatever that was welling up inside of her finally released themselves, as warm, thick liquid shot out of her and onto the vines, and dripped down onto her.

She hadn’t even begun collecting herself, when she felt the vines moving across her body, shuffling and flexing, wrapping tightly around her torso, and getting looser at her thighs and legs. Some of them didn’t even feel like vines anymore, most of them felt like…leaves? And a few twigs?

Afterwards, she felt the leaves release from her body, as they returned to the tree.

“Ack! Hack!” She gasped as she felt the vines leaving her mouth. She pushed her long, brown hair out of her eyes as the vines over her eyes lifted. “Hah, hah...wait cough, cough, is my hair…long again? And why is it- my voice? It sounds so weird now! What the fuck happened to me—oh, my god!!”

She looked down, as her eyes revealed to her her new body: She was wearing nothing but a almost skintight, shoulder-less, and sleeveless green dress, which was made up mostly of leaves and a few brown twigs, the lower parts being shades of a darker green, the edges of which shaped into cute triangles. A few pink and white flowers sprouted on the dress, too. Save for her nipples poking out of dress, her boobs were gone, her shoulders were slightly wider, her arms a little longer, and her hands were bigger. Complete with soft, pale skin, it replaced her fake tanned skin. Her curves smoothed out, and her butt was slightly bigger. And there was something, something hard and leaky poking out under her tight, green dress, between her soft, thick thighs-

“I’m…I’m a boy?? You…you turned me into a…a femboy??"

“This isn’t our doing. While we might have assisted in giving you this body, this is the body you wanted, is it not?”

“A-a mirror! Where the fuck did I put my mirror?!” She looked around for her backpack, but it was gone.

“You wanted to leave your old, filthy life behind, so we removed all of your material possessions that reminded you of it. But, if you want a ‘mirror’, we suppose we do have those here. Go to the nearest lake and see, yourself.”

After she ran to the lake, she bent over to see how much she had changed.

“My…my face…” she said as she touched her more androgynous face, its edges more defined.

She looked at the rest of her newly minted body, and blushed.

It had tiny freckles that danced across her nose and under her eyes. She saw how her nail polish now alternated between green and brown on each nail. She touched her hair, which was finally in its natural color again, brown, something that her mother never liked.

But he did.

Tears started welling up in his eyes.

“H-holy shit…I’ve never really considered being a boy, or any of this ever happening, but now I…think I can totally get used to this.” He smiled, wiping a tear from his face. “God this is…so weird, so confusing, but I also feel…amazing. Thank you, so much!”

“It pleases us that you enjoyed the changes. Now, the real work must be done.”

The animals - deer, birds, rabbits, raccoons, squirrels, butterflies, ants - all moved in around him. He stood back, scared that they might attack him.

“What, what’s happening now??”

“There is no need to fear. These are your fellow members in the animal kingdom. They are the ones you are going to protect.”

He looked at them, now seeing the little details he had never seen before. The way the ants moved together, they way the birds protected their nests, and the way the caterpillar hatched from its cocoon, turning into a butterfly.

That butterfly landed on his hand, softening his tense stance as he recognized himself in its transformation.

“Wow…you are all actually beautiful, in your own…weird way. Like, I-I’m still not completely sold on the dirt and the elements, but…maybe I was a little too quick to judge you guys.” He said, almost about to tear up again.

Casey turned to the tree once again, which seemed teleport wherever he went. He smiled and put his hands on his hips. “I think I’m definitely ready to be the protector of this forest. Now, where do we begin?”

[togetogetogepi]

Sword Art Online characters as dogs

This is a completely subjective list. It doesn’t have all the SAO characters. You can expand it if you want. If I hate a character, it doesn’t mean that I have anything against that specific kind of dog.

Oh my dog, what am I doing.

Kirito: a mutt. He’s the dog that first comes off in your head when you think “dog”.  He’s a medium/small size, black with white spots and very slim. A mixture of so many breeds that you really can’t distinguish any of them. He could be a good service/rescue dog with appropriate training or a good motivation, but nobody has any expectations on him because he’s not that special.

Asuna: a white Samoyed. A pure and expensive breed with long hair, considered a really pretty dog. She’s also incredibly strong and playful, which could be tied to how Asuna acts when surrounded by friends, far from her family’s grasp. These dogs are related to the snow, so it fits with Asuna’s surname.

Yui: a small robot dog that looks like a Dalmatian with dark bue spots. She really doesn't know how to be a dog, despite her cutting-edge technology. Kirito and Asuna pick her up like a puppy whenever she has to go up or down the stairs.

Agil: a St. Bernard. A huge, strong dog with an affable and loyal personality and considered a good nanny for children. Considering that Agil is the oldest of the group (dude is 30), works in his bar and spends a lot of time around the group of teenagers, I think it’s funny to think that he’s the “dad/caregiver” of all the others.

Klein: a red Shiba Inu. I had trouble with this one, so I thought “orange and Japanese dog” and boom, there he is. Shibas are apparently decent guard dogs so it fits Klein’s need to protect others. Plus, he’s the kind of guy that would spend hours watching memes, especially old ones and we know who’s the ultimate meme dog.

Lisbeth: a chocolate, short-haired Chihuahua. She’s nervous, easy to jump and attack, but a good dog deep down. You may not see her, but she’s always there to hear all the gossips. She’s not everyone’s taste, but you would miss her if she disappeared.

Silica: a cream sable Pomeranian. She’s small, not very strong, loves to have company and she’s more arrogant than she looks. In this AU, Pina is a tamagotchi that Silica takes everywhere.

Kuradeel: a grey Borzoi. A skinny bitch. Bro is glued to Asuna’s window while singing “Didn’t I do it for you?”.

Kayaba: a German Shepherd. The kind of dog you could feel comfortable with while still respecting him. He’s wayy too intelligent and calm. Not much else to say, Kayaba is boring af.

Suguha: a blue mix of Mastiff and Labrador. She’s extremely buff from training, and can be pretty aggressive, but is overall social and close to her loved ones. Her love might be a bit too much for many.

Sugou: a white and lemon Papillon. A posh and slightly smart dog that can’t win any fight due to how fragile he is. The name of this breed also means “butterfly” in French and in this AU, Asuna is capable of tearing him apart with ease, and that makes me happy.  Thanks to @transboykirito for suggesting this one!

Now if I ever want to draw dogs, I have a place to start. An odd place to start. Maybe I shouldn't have discovered Tumblr.

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: Sleeping In The Cold Below

If I had a nickel for every time Voiceplay did a song from a videogame, featuring Omar Cardona and arranged by Geoff... (Well, this was actually a co-arrangement between Geoff and Rob Dietz, but my point still stands! 😝)

Voiceplay's video for Sleeping In The Cold Below was uploaded on the 17th of February, 2024 (which for me typing this, was yesterday), and the song comes from an "action role-playing third-person shooter multiplayer online game" called Warframe, originally released in 2013. I know buggerall about the game, and have never heard the original song before, but as we should all know by now, that doesn't matter when it comes to Voiceplay! I'm very excited to break this one down, so let's get into it!

Very cool mask things! (But also I'm glad they were only for the opening (and closing) shots)

Apparently this was filmed at some place called Optiview 360, and the name checks out tbh, because those are some very cool wall and floor effects, which I will be pointing out multiple times in this post!

(Also very niche little fun fact: the guys are in the exact same lineup order as they were for Dream On and Whiskey In The Jar: Geoff-Eli-Omar-Cesar-Layne!)

The contact lenses were definitely a great touch for this video, I must say

Cesar is wearing two different coloured contact lenses, because apparently he (and Omar too) couldn't decide which colour to go with (valid), and in fact Cesar and Omar are wearing one each of two pairs! (So basically their contact lenses match up)

Geoff's hair looks greyer than usual here, and I can't for the life of me figure out whether it was coloured grey for the video, or if it's just the lighting, or if this is more of his natural colour nowadays. I'm certainly not complaining though, and I'll just have to wait for more videos from him and Voiceplay this year to hopefully figure it out!

Also, even though I love his hazel eyes, whether you can actually see a tinge of green in them or whether they just look a dark-chocolate-brown colour, I'm not gonna lie, the contacts he's wearing here are really doing things for me 👀👌

(And his outfit in this video seems to fit *really well* on him and he looks fantastic in it okay bye)

Eli's wearing two different coloured contacts as well! (This Is Halloween flashbacks anybody?)

This is almost pure-white lighting, and I reckon this is his natural hair colour at the current moment. You can definitely see his grey-white streak here, and his hair does still have a notable bit of brown to it, but it's almost definitely getting greyer (embrace it! Love it! I know I sure do!)

(Actually I might do a Geoff hair study for this video, but later, and not as part of this post)

Everyone is now unmasked, and more cool background visuals!

Swear I won't point out every single background change in this video, because there seem to be a fair amount of them, but still! So many cool ones!

Notice Omar's different coloured contacts as well!

Is that a freaking black hole?

"It can hurt you, it can hold you, he can kick you or console you"

(Not shown here are Cesar's cool little head movements during the third shot pictured above)

Omar's got some moves! (Also background change yet again!)

Layne looking like he knows full well that he's just showing off at this point 😝😁

Complete and utter superstars!!!

(Also that hand next to/under the head movement is definitely on my list of "movements I mimic when (re)watching Voiceplay videos")

I mean WOW!

Also the background design changes at least 18 times, that's quicker than once every 10 seconds!

I loved this song and video so much I rewatched it almost immediately after my first watch, and then that night, I went and rewatched it again two more times! And honestly I'd have to say that out of all the videogame song covers Voiceplay has done (Enemy, Halo Theme, Dragonborn Comes, etc), this is 100% my favourite! Everything about this cover and video is so absolutely top-notch high quality, and the song absolutely slaps! Well done Voiceplay, you've knocked it out of the park again! Honestly the fact that they're just an independent acapella group on YouTube blows my mind sometimes.

So I'm finally up-to-date on all the full-length Voiceplay videos that I wanted to talk about, although by the time you're reading this, there will probably be a brand new Voiceplay video (edit from future me: there's not),But for now? Well either tomorrow or the day after (depending on whether there's a new VP video to talk about first (there ain't)), you will be seeing a handful of "Voiceplay-Adjacent Visuals" posts, where I'll be talking about the visuals of some of Geoff's solo videos! But that's all for now, and stay tuned!

[tojisis]

100 Things about me

1) Full name?

Jurgen Teodor Aliaj. (My middle name is my dad's name)

2) Male/Female?

Male. Born and raised.

3) Were you named after anyone?

My late uncle from my mother's side.

4) Does your name mean anything?

It means land worker in German.

5) Nickname(s)?

Juri (from my family), Alejandro (from my girlfriend)

6) What do you think you look like?

Yes.

7) Date of birth?

August 11th 2006

8) Place of birth and current location?

I was born in Ioannina, Greece. I currently live in Tirana, Albania (I've been here since I was 2 years old).

9) Nationality and race?

Greco-Albanian, white as a ghost.

10) Astrology sign?

Leo. Rawr.

11) Chinese astrology sign?

Dog, I'm not complaining I have two of them.

12) Religion?

Christian. (Roman Catholic)

13) What's your favorite smell?

Cheap incense my hipster brother used to keep in his study room in the 2010s

14) Political Position?

Independent.

15) What do you prefer to drink in the morning?

Chocolate milk.

16) Hair + eye color?

Dark brown hair, almost black, with hazel eyes.

17) Do you look like anyone famous?

Girls used to say I looked like Tony Lopez. I think I'm more like Anthony Padilla.

18) Are you good looking?

Perhaps.

19) Any unusual talents?

I am near immune to any sickness and or allergy if that counts as a talent.

20) Righty, lefty, or ambidextrous?

Ambidextrous.

21) Gay, straight, or bi?

Straight.

22) What do you do for a living?

Senior student, who is jobless.

23) What do you do for fun?

Well, I used to play bass, but that is long gone. I do like travelling a lot and I can't wait to be independently travelling in the future.

24) Materials to work with?

I don't work...

25) What kind of materials would you like to work with?

A hammer, like Judge Judy.

26) Have you met your grandparents?

Yes. Unfortunately ¾ of them have passed away when I was not yet a teenager.

27) Boyfriend/Girlfriend?

I have a beautiful and amazing girlfriend.

28) Crush?

My girlfriend.

29) What celebrity would you date if you could?

If my girlfriend was a celebrity, I would date her. If I was forced to date a legit celebrity, maybe Lucy Liu.

30) Current worries?

The country I live in. Murders and car accidents by the daily.

31) Favorite online guy/girl(s)?

My girlfriend.

32) Favorite place to be?

A place with air-conditioning, food and my girlfriend.

33) Least favorite place to be?

A place which is WITHOUT air-conditioning, food and my girlfriend.

34) Do you burn or tan?

I tan, except for a few parts of my face and back.

35) Ever break a bone?

I fractured my right tibia 3 years ago.

36) What is your favorite cereal?

I don't eat cereal.

37) Person you cry with?

Myself most of the time, I'd rather cry to my girlfriend if we weren't 2 hours away from each other.

38) Any sisters?

I have two sisters. One is older, the other is younger.

39) Any brothers?

I have two older brothers.

40) Any pets?

Two golden retrievers. Shanks and Jay

41) An illness?

Nope. I'm a healthy boy.

42) A pager?

I'm pretty sure my brothers and sister used to have one of those. I've never used one.

43) A personal phone line?

Those don't exist anymore.

44) A cell phone?

I have a Samsung Galaxy S10.

45) A visible birthmark?

I have a mole on my neck.

46) A pool or hot tub?

Pure salty seaside. Nothing beats it.

47) A car?

Currently, no. Once I get my license I'm planning on getting my brother's old Wolkswagen.

48) Personality?

I am usually very brooding, unless music is involved.

49) Driving?

I haven't gotten my license yet, but I know the basics of driving. My dad taught me.

50) Your clothing style?

Jeans, a shirt, and a hoodie at almost all points in the year. I also like hats.

51) Room?

52) What's missing?

Half my stuff probably, but I try not to look for it as it all wanders back again eventually.

53) Do you like roller coasters?

Oh God, no. I hate those. I actually threw up once.

54) Bed?

I own one, yes.

55) Relationship with your parent(s)?

Pretty good, although there are scuffles every once in a while. Better than most.

56) Do you believe in yourself?

In some areas, yes. In most, I have no reason to.

57) Do you believe in love at first sight?

No, but I do love to have mature arguments with people who do.

58) Consider yourself a good listener?

Most of the time yes.

59) Have a future dream that you would like to share?

Law. Adjourning. Law. Justice.

60) Get along with your parents?

More than ninety-nine percent of the time, honestly.

61) Save your e-mail conversations?

I save those yeah, but mainly for archiving and later use if needed.

62) Pray?

Meh.

63) Believe in reincarnation?

Nope.

64) Brush your teeth twice a day?

Three times usually.

65) Like to talk on the phone?

It's exhausting unless I hear my girlfriend talk. Those are calls worth having.

66) Like to eat?

I eat a lot, but I can't gain weight.

67) Like to exercise?

I go to the gym twice a week usually, but other than that I'm a lazy bum.

68) Like to watch sports?

Yes. Been with Barça in the womb.

69) Sing in the car?

Depends on the songs.

70) What is a dream that you have all the time?

I haven't had a dream in two whole years. Maturing ig.

71) Dream in color?

Idk.

72) Do you have nightmares?

Idk.

73) Sleep with a stuffed animal?

No.

74) What's right next to you?

Sunglasses, Murakami book, Backback, Summer hat.

75) What's on your favorite mug?

One I got from Greece last year that's shaped like a woman in a red bikini.

76) What's on your mouse pad?

I don't own a mouse pad.

77) Your favorite flavor of gum?

Spearmint or Watermelon.

78) Your brand of deodorant?

AXE: Vice

79) Your dream honeymoon spot?

Saint Tropez, which is too much now, but I'm sure I'll be able to financially ensure it in the future.

80) Your dream husband/wife?

Intelligent, nice, likes music, can keep up an actual conversation, similar interests and doesn't have an enormous complex with her ego.

81) What's hiding in your closet?

Nothing to hide. I've cleared out my junk.

82) Under your bed?

A suitcase full of old pictures of relatives I've never met and cassette tapes belonging to my mom.

83) The name of one of your closest/best friends?

Ugh, either Santian or Erion. I can't choose between the two, because I grew up with them both. I'm a tad bit closer to Erion tho.

84) Your bad time of the day?

I'm batman, everyday is gloomy and dark.

85) Your worst fear(s)?

Heights. Shit they scare me.

86) What's the weather like?

Balkan hot, which is so fucking hot.

87) Your favorite time of year?

Spring.

88) Your favorite holiday?

March 9th, international sleep day.

89) A material weakness?

My girlfriend.

90) The weirdest food or drink that you like?

Ermmmmmmmmmmy girlfriend and casserole.

91) At the top of your "to do list"?

Become lawyer.

92) The hardest thing about growing up?

You're more nostalgic and less down to earth, pondering about life being less fun now that you're mature.

93) A pet peeve?

Being the penultimate child of 5 siblings.

94) Your scariest moment?

Whenever I have the gut feeling I've forgotten something that was supposed to be on me.

95) Your attitude about love?

I shouldn't rush it.

96) The funniest or most desperate thing you've done?

Sophmore year, group facetiming a friend as I baited him into a fake girl's ig account and he straight up called me mommy before revealing myself.

97) The worst feeling in the world?

That you've absolutely blown over an argument after carefully crafting it in your head. Ya gotta live with the embarrassment.

98) The best feeling in the world?

Being with my girlfriend.

99) What are you listening to right now?

Stranger In This Town by Richie Sambora

100) Like to travel?

Yep. Might go to Milan for my 18th.

[quibbs126]

Alright, so I just made up this character this morning basically right after waking up, and I thought I’d draw her and show her to you. As I said in the image, this is Ruby Cacao Cookie, and she’s supposed to be Dark Cacao’s older sister (not by that much though)

I got her name because a few weeks ago, I was looking up ruby chocolate to see what exactly it was, and apparently ruby chocolate is made from a new species of cacao bean called ruby cacao. She was originally just going to be a character named Ruby Choco that Dark Cacao used to know, but then I remembered that ruby chocolate came from ruby cacao, so I thought “ooh maybe they could be siblings if she were Ruby Cacao” and so yeah

Also, as you might be able to guess, she’s supposed to be where Dark Choco gets his red eyes from, since while I like Dark Cacao ships (mainly Jujube/Cacao and Pure Vanilla/Dark Cacao/White Lily (does that have a ship name? I’m calling it purecacaolily)), I’m pretty sure in canon, Dark Choco’s only supposed to have one parent, that being Dark Cacao. So why not say he got it from another family member?

I made her hair a different color so she stood out from Dark Cacao and Choco, so I colored it after the ruby cacao pods I saw online. But I still kept the white streaks to show the connection

To be honest, I was struggling today with both her design and backstory (which was also my revision of my take on Dark Cacao’s backstory, since I’ve changed what I thought about it), mainly since I have two tests today, one of which I still need to take, and this morning my brain was split between doing physics problems in recitation, reading the books/notes for my Literature test in like an hour, listening to the discussions going on at the table, and coming up with stuff for her. Then after that I was just mentally exhausted from the Literature exam. Only in the past few hours have I been able to come up with something

Aight, so. The backstory. Note, the main character in this story will be Dark Cacao, since this also serves as my retcon of his old backstory

So Dark Cacao came from the Cacao Tribe, a place that at the time, was barely holding on. The people were starving and struggling to find enough food, the beasts in the area had grown more vicious, and their best warriors had all now crumbled away. Because of this, the people of the tribe had basically lost all hope, and were just waiting for their inevitable demise. Any concept of happiness or laughter were nothing but a pipe dream; it was a truly miserable place. Dark Cacao lived there with his sister, Ruby Cacao. They didn’t understand why the adults had all just given in to despair, and wanted to speak out against it, but they were just children, and so no one would listen to them.

One day, the tribe’s demise came in the form of a particularly devastating attack on their village (I haven’t decided what). Dark Cacao and Ruby Cacao were just barely able to escape, and they, like any of the other survivors, fled into the mountains.

They wondered why things had gotten so bad in their tribe, and eventually figured that maybe if they had chosen to keep trying and help each other instead of always being hopeless, they could have saved themselves. So the two (it was technically Ruby’s idea, but Dark quickly agreed with it) decided that they won’t make that mistake, and that they would try and help Cookies in need.

They did this for a while, this giving them a drive which helped them thrive in the wilderness, up until one particular day when they found a group of Cookies being attacked by some monsters, and they fought them off (they can probably fight and use swords at this time, though it’s a bit rudimentary), but in the process Ruby Cacao got a pretty nasty wound. At the time, she shrugged it off, but on the journey back to the Cookies’s village, it quickly grew worse and she all but collapsed. They were eventually able to get to the village and find a healer, but by the time they did, it was too late, and unfortunately her wound would be fatal, due to internal bleeding. Soon, Ruby Cacao succumbed to her wound, but not before making Dark Cacao promise that he would continue to help other Cookies in need, and then crumbling in front of him

Edit: okay, so after more thought, I’m changing the backstory from when the Cacao Tribe was destroyed to when Ruby Cacao crumbles (everything I italicized) because I don’t like it. In my defense, what I wrote here was kind of literally my first draft that I had only come up with in a few hours. I’ll keep the original just for posterity, but just note, it’s not going to be part of it

So they managed on their own for a bit. While it was more difficult now that they didn’t have others to rely on, regardless of how helpful they were, but they found a way. However, one day they got attacked by a hungry beast, and while they were eventually able to drive it off, in the process Ruby Cacao got seriously injured.

Dark Cacao tried to help, but he could only do so much, and so he tried to find someone to help her. He was able to find other travelers or tribes, but when he asked for help, they turned him away, as they had to look out for themselves. By the time he was able to find a doctor that would actually try to help, it was too late, and soon Ruby Cacao ended up crumbling in front of him

After this, Dark Cacao was left in a daze, unable to process her death, and finding himself climbing the mountains in a blizzard, as if to join her. Thankfully, he was saved by a certain pair of twins. After this, he took some time to process it all, and told himself that he had to make sure that no one else goes through what he did by helping those in need. And so, he became a wandering warrior, helping where he could

During this time, he was very lonely, and desired companionship again, but at the same time, didn’t let himself be close to another person both because he didn’t want to lose someone again, and because he felt finding someone new would be a betrayal to Ruby Cacao, as if he was just replacing her. But most notably, his experiences had led him to have a rather cynical outlook on the world and other Cookies. He had learned that in this world, Cookies tended to only look out for themselves or the people they cared about, and that compassion for anyone else was scarce. He’d help others, sure, but he wouldn’t trust them, at least not to the extent that he could rely on them. So even if he wanted to be around others, just didn’t see a reason to risk it.

He dealt with those feelings for a long time, until he met the other Ancients and went along with them on their travels, eventually coming to the realization that there is good in this world, and he can allow himself to open his heart to others and be with them, even if Ruby Cacao was still gone

Over the years, Ruby Cacao is something he’s kept close to his heart, but also something he doesn’t like talking about (only the other Ancients know about her). Though, for a while, he was starting to feel as if he was forgetting her, as it had been so long since he saw her face. But when Dark Choco was born, and he saw those red eyes, he felt that painful pang of familiarity as he remembered once more

But yeah, that’s Ruby Cacao. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a Calc test to take

Edit: I just realized that I didn’t really mention anything about her actual personality. To be honest, I haven’t really thought about that much, but I’ll work on it

[androgynousblackbox]

Dead Main Course. 4 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

A03 link

First of all, it wasn't a decision born out of a petty need for revenge after the rejection. The rejection itself was barely a footnote, if ever mentioned at all on the list of reasons why Lucifer had to die. Contrary to what some people might think, he actually was pretty good at taking a no for an answer. It wasn't going to be his first and it wasn't going to be his last either. He was a reasonable adult, not a pathetic bratty child.

But if Lucifer had consciously deleted any other options off their table, then the only role for him to take on in their life, as far Alastor was concerned at least, was another step on his ladder to success. No doubt he was going to keep up the friendly facade and do exactly as Lucifer had wanted, for him to act exactly the same as if nothing had changed at all. With any luck he could actually forget now about what insane impulse had pushed him to make that question in the first place. Or at least he hoped.

In any case, the death of the Morningstar's son was only going to be beneficial for him. He already knew that, but he had only postpone those plans for having his head full with idiotic expectations that, frankly, only he should be blamed for letting continue on for as long as they did. So this decision in fact was nothing but a return to cold, safe, objectivity. Inevitable even.

Proof of that had to be how easy now was to imagine it. That white pretty neck could look even more appealing when opened up with muscles exposed for the taking and the blood dripping down. His beautiful brown eyes opened up in pure terror as he left him alive just enough to feel each cut. The hands that worked so quickly and efficiently would separate nicely under his own knife. He would cut each portion of his fingers and lick the bones clean with a glass of his favorite wine. Maybe he would keep his head intact for a little bit so he could see him preparing his heart with a chocolate sauce, to honor his sweet tooth.

Now that there were some lovely images that were going to help him to get back on track. With those in mind, it was time to start the actual hunt.

It had been a while since he actually took on chasing anyone. Since living in a larger city, acquiring targets has been easier than ever before. So many people who were outside every night, without company, willing to go with someone that talked to them with a big enough smile. There were so many dark corners to find where nobody would pay any attention that only one person with a big backpack came out from where originally two people went into. Frankly, he wondered why he hadn't moved to a place like that before.

But despite the lack of practice, it was rather easy to fall into those old habits. Finding the penthouse of the Morningstars had been a piece of cake. Originally he hoped to find the son through the father, but surprisingly they were both living together, which was only the more convenient for him and he barely bothered questioning why.

According to what he could find online, the Morningstar mother had died a few years ago from a heart condition. With no grandparents, siblings or cousins to talk about, when it comes to direct blood relation, father and son were the only members left of their little family so maybe it made sense they prefer to live together even in adulthood. It wasn't part of his objective to question that anyway.

Like a lot of modern penthouse, a big part of the building was big windows through which to let the "natural sun outside" to illuminate them and give people interested in looking inside an excellent view. Once he managed to decide from which angle it was going to be the best to keep up, he started carrying his backpack to the top of the closest building he could reach, take out his binoculars and make sure he could actually see enough. It took him three attempts climbing a bunch of stairs to get the right roof and it was worth it.

Nobody rich and famous lived there, so nobody cared either if a man with a hoodie just casually made his way all the way to the top. As long as he didn't cause any trouble for anyone, he was in the clear. From there, he could catch Lucifer making dinner for himself and his father, see them talk for a bit before the older man went to his office and Lucifer was left cleaning up the dishes. The only issue was that he did not have sound inside. Most of his nights were as remarkable as that, but he still wanted more information. It somehow felt like he never had enough.

Lucifer Morningstar had turned out to be a more mysterious man than what he had given him credit for. His presence online was almost entirely null. Every social media that he reasonably could believe came from him, rather than someone taking his face from the internet, was practically dead or used for promotional purposes only to the point that it looked more like a bot than a real person. Even pictures of public appearances were all destined to promote the restaurant or some other event made by his father.

The oldest pictures he could find that seemed to come from a sincere place was one of Lucifer smiling next to a tall woman of long blonde hair that had to bend her knees to be at eye level with him. They weren't dressed as if going to a dinner, party or anything special that the whole world would care about. They looked like just two people walking around the city and deciding to take a selfie for fun. The words under that picture read "Going to grab some dinner!", with no tagging name so that woman could have been literally anyone. That alone picture was from four years ago and immediately after was promotion pictures that probably involved a contract somewhere, if not posted directly by some employee.

He cross referenced with the followers or friends he could find, and that alone wasn't that more fruitful. Besides a couple of more recent pictures of Lucifer drinking with people at a party and the odd mention, very little else. Going far back enough at least he could finally identify the blonde woman as someone that had to be an ex. Lilith, who was currently a professor of social studies at some university, single for all he could see.

That was it. Hobbies, fixations, celebrity crushes, spats online, anything that formed the online presence of any other person was entirely gone from his, either by scrubbing hard enough or because it was never there in the first place. Even Alastor had published more personal stuff on his just in case someone went searching for him. He posted about the books he read or a new recipe he tried, nothing too revealing of course but still something. It was the easiest way to appear normal, so why shouldn't we take advantage of that?

It seemed that Lucifer had skipped that lesson and thus forced him to find out about him the old fashioned way, before the internet was a thing. He had no issue doing that. The best hunts were always the ones that required more effort from him to pull off.

A new routine was then formed. During his shifts they both did their job. If they end up in conversation during their breaks, they keep it friendly, a bit of mutual teasing because why not, nothing inappropriate or that it would call the attention of anyone.

The first day right after his attempt at a date had been a tiny bit awkward, but Lucifer soon had gotten back on the rhythm of things when he realized that Alastor truly wanted to move on from the whole experience. Now no one could tell that he was still smelling him every morning for any changes at all on his daily aroma or how aware he was of Lucifer's presence at every second in the kitchen, following his light feet or his quick hands.

Nobody would ever know how his heart stopped for a second and went back on again, stronger than ever, when he managed to hear Lucifer laughing or they happened to brush each other. Nobody would know that he wanted to run away the moment his brown eyes acknowledged him with that soft, comfortable twinkle that regarded him or how much it bothered him when it wasn't there on those first few days as Lucifer tried to avoid looking at him at all if possible.

No, nobody would know, ever.

At night or afternoon, it was back to coming up the stairs, taking out his binoculars and observing the penthouse. From his position he could even get a glimpse of Lucifer's room through his window, although just a portion. On more than one occasion he caught Lucifer just coming out of his bathroom, covered by a towel, and he looked away to give the man time to dry himself and dress up. If he could choose, frankly he would have liked to skip those little incidents altogether. They were not useful for data gathering at all, and then they also left him uncomfortably warm, squeezing his hand inside of a pocket until it was safe to look up again.

It wasn't that the body of Lucifer was disgusting in any way. He was brave enough to recognize that at least. Or that he couldn't handle imagining himself licking the droplets of water out of his neck as he would press one of his arms on his back, right before breaking it up as a warning. He had something that adults liked to refer to as autocontrol, thank you very much.

No, the reason he turned away was simply because he wasn't a pervert. He could be watching Lucifer during hours of the day without his consent or knowledge, until the point the man turned off his light for sleeping, but he still had some standards to preserve his own dignity. He would not stoop so low.

Besides, he could watch his body all he wanted on top of his table once he was dead. There was no reason to rush any of that. No matter how much his mind wanted to go in that direction.

The one piece of information that surprised him on his investigation was finding out that the Morningstars were out to church on Sundays in the morning. Not from the father, anyone in less than five minutes googling his name could have found out that was the kind of man who would assist on a nice suit to listen to his pastor. But Lucifer was another story. He could have maybe believed that his coworker was just that discreet with his beliefs and didn't think it was anyone's business to know about them, if it wasn't because on each of those mornings Alastor could clearly see his lack of enthusiasm across the street. He moved like a mere robot going through the motions rather than any man sticking to his faith.

Maybe he went just so his father wouldn't feel alone?

And yet, he still woke up earlier than his dad to prepare breakfast for the both of them. Still dressed up in a suit that was as boring and inoffensive as his dad and somehow managed to look absolutely stunning once he had fixed his hair. Although, to be fair, Lucifer could probably go with a trash bag and still outshine a majority of people without any effort. Objectively speaking, of course.

For a brief period, Alastor imagined himself "accidentally" bumping into Lucifer to take out the key to his apartment and have a look around himself before bugging it. But the idea quickly dissolved because the Morningstars were out and ready for their car and it took him a couple of walks outside to see at least two security cameras in the exterior, plus another three on the hallway in the elevator to the other floor. If the security was so tight from the start, then surely they had to have a camera inside the elevator and in front of each door. Who knew if Morningstar wasn't the kind of paranoid that also had cameras inside of their living place? Even if he covered his entire face and body, that was still far too risky.

Now he truly regretted having listened to his meal and invited Lucifer to a date when he did. If he had waited a little longer maybe he could have made up some excuse to visit him at his home and have a great chance to investigate further. As things turned out to be, he couldn't imagine that Lucifer was going to accept any casual visit just like that.

Ever since that day, he has been repeating the whole scene in his head trying to understand what went so wrong. Lucifer had seemed genuinely scared. The only conclusion that he had come to is that he had done nothing worth deserving such a reaction. If Lucifer was ever truly afraid of him then he would have seen the signs already. Some relief when he was outside of his personal space, an unexpected tension when he was. Avoid him in every way that he could unless it was necessary. Outside of those first awkward days, there have been nothing of the sort. He had to assume that either Lucifer had an actually perfect control over himself that he could hide his fear so perfectly that not even his trained nose could catch it, or whatever it was that scared him had nothing to do with him directly.

On one hand, coming to that conclusion had brought him some comfort back, since he was afraid that he had let his guard down enough to reveal something unwanted. In the other, it made it all the more annoying to know that his plans had been ruined prematurely by something outside of his control.

Lucky for him, the solution to his issues fell completely by chance on his lap. Not as ideally, it came in the form of the Manager coming up behind him and patting his back while he was brewing a cup of coffee for himself in the breakroom.

“Hey, Alastor, are you busy this weekend?” asked the man, as usual, not paying any mind to the way the chef stuffed up like a piece of cold iron.

Alastor combated the impulse of bashing the head of the man with the hot coffee pot. Truly, he should be receiving a raise for not making some pretty splatters every time someone puts their hands on him. These people had no idea how lucky they were he still wanted this job.

“I might be” answered with tight politeness, keeping his options open. “Why the curiosity?”

“Well, you didn't hear it from me” The Manager got even closer to him and Alastor absolutely hated the smell of his hot breath, still tainted by the cigarette he had taken outside before coming in. Just for that Alastor would touch his meat even if somehow could get away with his murder. He probably tasted awful with those bad habits, “but this weekend is Luci's birthday and the boss was asking me to look for someone capable of catering. I would do it myself, but I have a family party the same day. My niece finally got her degree and so we are all going to celebrate as it should, going out to her favorite restaurant to spend whatever she used to get, know what I mean?”

“Where is the party? For Lucifer” clarified, before this man thought he had any interest in his plans. God forbid.

“At their condo. It's going to be a really small thing with a few friends of Lucifer. I think the boss said they were going to be 7 people in total, including both he and Luci, so it shouldn't be that difficult of a task. Do you think you can do it? If not, I can ask someone else. The pay is going to be good though.”

The pay wasn't the reason why Alastor smiled sincerely at the Manager, for the first time since they met.

“I think I can do it.”

The assistant of the Morningstars contacted him as soon as the Manager passed along his agreement, sending him a list of recommended foods, another of forbidden ones and a rough budget for everything. Alastor made a menu based on those conditions and then sent it over to be approved. The whole arrangement seemed to go exclusively through Joseph Morningstar because on the days that followed Lucifer not once acknowledged the catering service he was going to be given. Nobody had told Alastor to keep it a secret, but he did it anyway just to see the kind of face his coworker would make.

The night before the party Alastor finalized preparing all the ingredients he would need and set them up on his bag to carry. He could have hired some extra help if needed, but for the first time he was about to share his special recipe he wanted to be the sole responsible of its handling. In the afternoon, he went to the penthouse and called the number the assistant gave him to alert he was already there. In the lobby itself he counted four security cameras, three on the hallway and one on the ceiling of the elevator as he made his way up. No blindspot anywhere.

There were two other cameras outside of the Morningstar's residence. He knocked on the door and waited. A couple of minutes later, Lucifer opened up the door and Alastor gave his best customer service smile as he appreciated the way he was clearly caught off guard. It had definitely been worth the wait.

“Good afternoon, Lucifer. Hope you are having a lovely birthday.”

“Thanks, uh…” Lucifer looked at the bag hanging from his shoulder and still took him a moment to process the reason why he was there. He looked so adorably confused that Alastor lamented when he finally made himself to a side. “Come on in.”

“With your permission” Alastor nodded as he made his way inside. No security cameras that he could see. Good. “Where is the kitchen?”

He knew, of course.

“Here” Lucifer closed off the door and guided him to the kitchen. Alastor left his bag full of ingredients on the counter to start taking it out. This was the same place where Lucifer cooked everyday for himself and his father, though. “I didn't know that father had hired you” commented Lucifer after hesitating.

“You didn't? Oh, here I was assuming you didn't mind at all and that is why you weren't saying anything at the restaurant” Alastor started to pull in his chef coat, before washing his hands and starting turning on the oven. “My bad, then. I should have probably said something. I just needed some extra money and this seemed like a good opportunity, you see.”

“No, no, it's okay” Lucifer brushed his hair back. He still hasn't taken his shower or done anything to prepare himself, noted Alastor. Those droplets of water would fall without no one to appreciate them. “Figures that father would prefer a chef he already knows, I suppose. Are you going to be fine by yourself? You aren't bringing anyone else?”

“No, it's all me” Alastor took out the tupperware with all the meat cuts that he had made. “Don't worry, providing for 7 guests is nothing I can't do.”

“What kind of meat is that?”

“Pork” was the easy, automatic answer. “I have a friend with a farm that provides me with the best he has for the right price. Apparently this one was an especially lively one right before it was his time. ”

“Oh, neat” Lucifer looked over the food before he noticed the time on his watch. “Oh, shoot, I need to get dressed. It seems you have it all under control so I will leave you to it. There is a bathroom at the end of the hallway if you need it.”

“Understood” Alastor continued working as he heard Lucifer moving in the direction of his room. One guest bathroom, two private ones attached to the bedrooms of the Morningstar, reminded himself. He needed an excuse at some point of the night to enter Lucifer's and implant the bugs.

The main dishes were already about to be finished when the guests started to come in. Their voices could be heard from the living room all the way there. They all wished Lucifer a happy birthday and seemed genuinely happy to see him. Alastor took out the freshly made appetizers from the freezer and put them on a silver plate, preparing to go serve.

As soon he came out to the living room, his mind was already doing a recognition of the faces there. Asmodeus Lafayette, an important fashion designer for whom Lucifer had modeled during his brief career. The tallest of all guesses, he would have to recline his head to enter into any room. The significantly shorter man hanging from his arm was his favorite supermodel of the moment, Fizarrolli Santoni, usually referred to only by his first name. Beatrice Lumier, nicknamed Queen Bee in all of her official social media, had the most colorful hair that Alastor had seen in real life. A music producer and occasional performer herself that had made a considerable amount of hits that sounded on the radio. The buff man at her side, Vortex, was just a normal bouncer for what he could gather, not big on being in the spotlight given he had only accompanied his girlfriend on a couple of events. Al Mammon, a TV and movie producer that, as far Alastor could discern by critics, made mostly commercial trash to enjoy “with the brain turned off.”

Alastor smiled as he offered them the appetizers and let Lucifer make the presentations.

“So that is the Alastor guy you talked to us about?” Alastor could hear Asmodeus talking to Lucifer as he was serving a glass of water to Vortex, the designated driver for the night.

Unfortunately he couldn't hear what Lucifer said in response without making it obvious he was listening, but did reach to his ears the laughter of Asmodeus. He kept his face fixated on the polite setting intact until everyone had grabbed something to eat and then retired himself to the kitchen, allowing himself to internally freak out as he took out the drinks from the freezer. What did Lucifer tell them about him? What was there to talk about that could be so funny? Did everyone at the party know about the attempted date? Was that the funny part?

If Lucifer had been laughing at his back like that, then by all means Alastor was going to take his time making a nice dinner out of him. When he had a bunch of cups filled out, he came out again just as Joseph Morningstar was opening the door.

“Lili, girl, where have you been?” greeted Bee, taking a glass and running up to greet the blonde woman by squeezing her hard. “Bitch, I haven’t seen you in so long!”

“I know, I know. I have been terribly busy lately.”

Alastor side eyed the woman as he made his round, not missing the way that Lucifer stayed a little bit behind until Lilith was fully inside the living room and unable to escape from. The eyes of her light up.

“Lulu!” Lilith went up ahead to give Lucifer a kiss on each of his cheeks. European or pretentious? Both, probably both, decided Alastor. He tried not to think how seeing those two together made sense, as if they both came from the same universe, despite their obvious height difference. She was beautiful, no doubt about it, but to Alastor she couldn’t have been uglier as she offered up a wrapped gift to the birthday man. “I am sorry for coming late, it took me a while to find the place. Happy birthday, dear.”

“Thank you” Lucifer took the present and his smile wasn’t as light as it used to be. “Thank you for coming anyway. How have you been?”

“Oh, you know, buried in work and no time for anything fun. But it’s so worth it for the things we are managing to do…”

“Appetizers? Drinks?” offered Alastor, holding both plates in front of her.

He paid attention to the way she looked at him. No sign of recognition or curiosity anywhere. To her he was just the catering service, nothing else. A sense of relief washed over him. Whatever Lucifer had been spreading about him to his friends, at least it hasn't reached this woman. If all their empty excuses were anything to be believed, they weren’t as close anymore. He didn’t miss either the slight smile of gratitude that graced Lucifer’s face for a second.

“I will take the food, thank you” Lilith accepted the napkin offered to her before grabbing one of the smallest portions. “What is that delicious smell that I am feeling in the air?”

“Apple sweetened pork chops, miss. It should be ready in a few minutes.”

“Lilith, this is my co-chef at the new restaurant I am working at. Alastor, this is Lilith.”

Alastor gave a small bow with his head as Lilith laughed courtesy.

“Oh, please, no need to be so formal. If you work next to Lulu, then you must be quite the chef already. I can already tell that the food is going to be to die for.”

Hopefully, thought Alastor. But no, no. That was for later, when they were alone, in private. Although, of everyone at that party, Lilith was the one with the lowest social profile. Could he really make her disappear without causing too much buzz? He comforted himself with that idea. Her neck wasn’t as pretty as Lucifer’s, but all blood shone the same under the moonlight. Her meat would be tender, he could tell. Usually he avoided targeting women, but there was a first time for everything.

“You flatter me, miss. I can only hope to provide the kind of service worthy of Morningstar.”

“You definitely know the right words” Lilith smiled in that obnoxious way that Alastor wasn't sure what it meant before she recognized Asmodeus, going up to him not without giving a pat to Lucifer's shoulder.

The contact didn't make him any happier. Well, that was something at least. A bad break up then. Maybe Lilith wasn't going to be his target of the night after all.

"If you excuse me, I have to return to the kitchen. '' A little more relaxed, Alastor made his way back and stacked up on plates for the pork chops, taking them out to the dining room. He was in the middle of decorating each plate with a napkin rose, when he heard the voice of the TV producer.

"I can't believe the old Joe actually brought her in. Again."

"Mmm" responded Bee. They were both talking near the wall to the living room. Alastor pretended to double check all the silverware to buy himself more time. "Like, I like her a lot and she is cool, but I don't know who is he kidding with this. It's like he won't stop until Lilith has her own ring from someone. As if she wasn't the one who broke up with Luci."

"Right? At this point just buy your own ring and catfish yourself to get the old man off your back, lady."

"Couldn't she also just like to see an old friend?" suggested the voice of Vortex.

"I don't know what concept of old friends you have, mate, but mine doesn't include one in which we ate each other's junk. No matter how many years it has been."

"Mammon, shut up, you are so gross" Bee was still laughing, making her protest not seem that genuine.

"Oh, sure, when the chicks talk about their private bits is cool and modern, but when a guy does it…"

Whatever the reply of Bee was, Alastor had already lost interest in the rest of their conversation. Once the whole table was ready, he went to the living room, doing his best to ignore the three gossipers, and knocked on the wall to call everyone's attention.

Lucifer was sitting on the couch, between Asmodeus and his own father, another glass of wine that seemed to have been refilled since the last time he saw him. That would make three whole glasses, if he haven't missed another one, during the night, and the results of his could be clearly seen on the blush of his face, the slow blink of his eyes like a little frog. Was seeing his ex really such an unpleasant surprise? He truly hoped so.

"Everyone, the main course is about ready now. If you could all move to the table, please" announced with a tad too satisfied smile, turning around to take on the bottle to serve anyone who wanted it.

When Lucifer moved his glass asking to be refilled, Alastor didn't waste any moment. Whatever the birthday boy wanted, he could have it. And if he got to be a funny drunk, then at least he could take that memory with him. Definitely it was getting him looser, even though still didn't do anything for how fluent his speech was. Clearly an impressive feat. Lilith had sat down next to Bee and Fizarrolli, a little off to be in front of Lucifer. Sometimes she looked at him to make conversation and Lucifer responded in kind, but Alastor noticed he was looking into her. Repressed feelings? One-sided attraction still left over? Oh, how he wished that a hatchet to the head was everything necessary to know what thoughts were actually ruminating around someone's head. Then he would not hesitate to kill Lucifer that way and drink up his secrets, his shames, just as much as he would drink his sounds of pain.

Alastor let them have a moment to acclimate themselves again before bringing the biggest tray. The noses of everyone stood up in attention and he could see mouth water as he laid it on the center of the table, before serving everyone.

"Please, enjoy it. Locally sourced meat of the best quality I could find for this special occasion" said when all the plates were full and gave a short bow, waiting for anyone to give the first bite, to deliver the first feedback.

"Oh, mate, this shit truly hits the spot!" It was Mammon, with a cruder language he would have rather to, but a positive effect on his ego all the same.

From there, all the compliments started to trickle down like an avalanche and congratulations were in place. The cashier he had caught in the parking lot of the supermarket had done at least one good thing with his life.

"Thank you, you are all welcome. Enjoy the meal" Alastor let them resume the dinner as he moved to the kitchen. His own dinner was a sandwich with the meat he had brought, not sweetened by anything, but instead rather spicy. Who could have thought such a bland man could leave such a impression on anyone's mouth? If only he could have appreciated it.

While eating with one hand, with the other he started preparing the dessert. Mixed berry compote was a quick and easy one that would do nothing at all to avoid Lucifer getting wasted, so he didn't even bother toning down the brandy on the recipe.

Once the concoction was ready, he put it in the freezer to wait until it was time to be served. The head of Bee popped out from the corner of the door, making sure that he wasn't extremely busy before deciding to speak.

"Hey, sup" she said, coming inside. "Vortex wanted some soda, is there any?"

"Of course" Alastor opened the last drawer and took out a bottle, passing it along to the woman. "Is everything okay?" asked when she took it, but made no movement to turn away.

"Yeah, yeah, totally fine, dude, don't worry" Bee sat up against the counter, apparently taking his question as permission to keep the conversation going. "You know, Luci told us so many times about how good of a chef you were that I was a little like, really? He couldn't be that good, could he? But then you actually came along and you might be even better than he sold you out as."

Oh, well, he wasn't about to turn down an impromptu compliment rain. Even though the warmth on his chest felt as unwelcome as it always did. Lucifer had said good (true) things at least. That was a relief to know.

"I appreciated it, but I would never sell Lucifer's cooking skill for short either" said, because she could too repeat those words back to Lucifer if she wanted to.

"I know, right? I myself love the part of eating stuff, not so much cooking. Vortex does most of that at home. I only manage to do simple stuff like pasta or whatever, you know?" Alastor nodded, wondering when this woman was planning to go to her actual point. She started balancing the soda bottle over the table by playing with the top. "It's kinda weird that he ended up like a super good chef. Did you know that he was a model for Asmodeus?"

"Really? Well, isn't that an interesting path career."

"That is what I am saying!" Bee smiled big at him and he felt a little disarmed by how honestly charming she was. "He was like a super good violin player too, as if he would have us listen to him practice almost every day until he had filled his quota since we were like this small" She put a hand to a point lower than her hip."We all know each other since we were little, our parents were business partners, that kind of stuff, and just kept the contact over the years. Me and Luci even dated once in primary school, but it was weird because it was like dating my younger brother, even though he is actually older for two years so we only lasted, like, three days?" Alastor kept his smile the same, wondering how many times she said the same thing to people for her to believe anyone cared.

"He even ended up playing with some symphony" continued Bee, without needing more participation from Alastor. "They were all seriously good, although totally not my style, but you have to recognize talent where there is. Then he just got bored of it, I guess? Got into that fancy cooking school and now that is all he does. Ever since the Adam thing…"

"Babe? Everything good?" Vortex appeared, completely ignoring that finally, finally, after all of that rambling Alastor was finding something worth listening to.

"Oh, shit, yeah! I was just talking with Al here and got distracted" She grabbed the bottle against her chest and gave Alastor another one of her winning smiles, the kind that probably made all of her friends lose their minds. "Sorry, man, I will leave you to it. I don't know if old uncle Joe will like it, but you can come hang with us if you want when you are done."

Alastor wanted to grab the woman by the shoulders and demand who the fuck was Adam and what did he had to do with Lucifer, but kept his smile in place and nodded, letting them go. As soon as they were back in the living room, he pulled out his phone. Adam and Lucifer, Lucifer and Adam. There had to be something about it, right?

But no, nothing. Just a bunch of biblical references for one name and then the translation for Lucifer's name on the other, but no actual pictures, no posts, nothing connecting the blonde chef he knew to someone named like that.

Truth be told, he could be anyone. Someone on that symphony he didn't get along with and contributed with Lucifer making the change on his career. An old mentor or apprentice that was so disappointing that he alone made all music lost anything attractive about it. Even just a friend that they separated ways with or could have even suffered a tragic death.

That was all good and fine, until he started thinking about the giant gap of personal posts from Lucifer from when he dated Lilith to the present. Did he really have lost all interest in participating on social media like the rest of the population or he had scrubbed the entire thing clean intentionally to avoid a bad memory?

Where the fuck was that mind reading hatchet when someone needed it?

A few minutes later, he came back to the living room to pick up all the plates. Lucifer was giggling with the red extending to his ears, officially drunk. In theory, if he could get him alone maybe he could get him to talk about Adam and Lucifer would be none the wiser the next morning. The issue was to get him alone with how much his friends insisted to be around him and laugh at shared memories and update about each other's lives. The worst part is that Lucifer was responding back with as much enthusiasm, prolonging the interaction.

He presented the dessert, serving to each guest a cup with the compote and a single ball of vanilla ice cream, with a little leaf on top of a dollop of whipped cream. He bowed his head once again before retiring to the kitchen, starting to wash the containers that had served to bring the cashier to the party. Besides Rosie and a few other friends that had his same hobby, he hasn't really fed other people that kind of meat in a long time. Logically speaking, there was never going to be any way for most people to notice any real difference if they weren't already plenty familiarized with that human flavor. If they were told that it was pork, they had no reason to doubt it. But getting outsiders to enjoy his dishes without them knowing what it was a whole compliment in itself.

Of course it would be even nicer if he could tell them and they still liked it rather than try to throw it up right there, but that was the difference between dreams and reality.

When all his containers were clean and put to dry on the side, Alastor waited for someone to come pick up the cake that was already on the refrigerator with its candles settled on top. He had no idea from where they got that cake or what flavors it had inside, but he just knew it was going to be too sweet for him, like everything Lucifer loved to get his violinist hands into to bring into his model lips.

If they offered him any out of pure courtesy, then he would respond in kind with a single bite and excuse himself to the bathroom, slip into Lucifer's room and set up the devices while everyone was concentrating on eating it. In the end, Asmodeus was the volunteer accompanied by Morningstar senior.

"Is it here the cake for the birthday boy?" asked the tallest man with a smile as Joseph went looking for a torch to turn on the candle.

"Should I help you with it?" offered Alastor, just because he should offer, even though he knew they weren't going to accept. If anyone should be able to carry the whole thing completely on his own, it was going to be the fashion designer.

"Nah, it's all good. But thank you, man, really appreciate it" Asmodeus opened up the freezer and took out the final dessert just as easily as if it weighed nothing for him. "Did you find the fire, uncle Joe?"

"Here, I got it" Joseph grabbed onto the torch to turn on the two candles, a shiny golden 3 next to a shiny silver 4. Alastor almost found it fascinating how his old boss looked so like an actual person while preparing this little detail for his son. A person that could smile, joke around and enjoy the time with others instead of just ordering them around or else they were fired. Here in his own habitat the lion had no reason to exert any dominance, it was implied already. "Alright, let's go."

"Bee, turn off the lights. Bee!" called Asmodeus, walking slowly back to the dining room.

Once the lights turned off, everyone started singing the happy birthday song as Asmodeus made his way in. Alastor followed with the plates on hand just behind Joseph, the man looking a proper grandpa just happy to be there.

If there was one thing he could say about a drunk Lucifer, is that not even all the wine of the world had dissolved his natural charisma as he looked endearingly embarrassed and touched by the attention of all of his friends. Bee was recording everything on her phone as Asmodeus put on the cake right in front of him and Lucifer straightened up.

"Don't forget to make your wish, mate" said Mammon, patting his back.

"Yeah, man, make a wish!" encouraged Bee.

"And don't tell it to anyone or it won't come true" added Asmodeus, winking an eye.

Lucifer looked like about to protest for a second that they weren't kids anymore, but either having no energy for it or thinking it better he chose to shrug. His eyes darted across the room and for a moment they stopped on Alastor, not connecting directly with his eyes but recognizing his entire persona. The candle lights made his expression look unbearably softer for a moment before he smiled and stood up a little bit to blow the candle, for the joy of everyone. Alastor clapped his hands too, as part of the ritual.

Lilith turned on the lights again and then went up to Lucifer, giving a simple and chaste kiss on his cheek. Lucifer scratched his neck and giggled without separating his teeth.

"The chef is having some too, of course. After all of the hard work he did today" said Asmodeus, confirming it with Joseph that he wouldn't mind and completely missing that Alastor was just about to disappear in the kitchen again.

To make matters worse, Joseph nodded his head.

"Absolutely. Alastor, you have been a good sport all night and there is no way we are finishing this entire thing among ourselves. You can come grab a piece."

There was no way to refuse such a generous offer from the lion in his kingdom.

"If you insist, sir. Thank you."

Asmodeus cut up slices for everyone, first for Lucifer and then the rest of the guests. Alastor was the last one and had to repress his natural disgust at the chocolate ganache between the different layers. No way in hell would he eat something like that on his own, but to not appear ungrateful he did take a piece into his mouth and forced himself to swallow without letting it infect his whole mouth with all the intensity of its sweetness.

Everyone was back on talking among themselves, enjoying the cake, so he took the chance to take his slice to the kitchen and dump it out of the window above the sink. Someone was either going to have a surprise hat out of nowhere or stomp on something they didn't expect, but either way it wasn't his issue to deal with anymore.

When he came out to the hallway, he knew to find Lucifer's room. Just five minutes, eight tops, and he could come back to the kitchen as if nothing happened. But as soon as he handed over the door knob, a voice called from behind.

"Oh, are you looking in the bathroom?"

Alastor's neck almost cracked with how quickly he turned around to see Fizzarolli standing there.

"Yes" answered with a frown, as if confused. "Is this not the one?"

"That is Luci's room. The guest bathroom is further ahead. Use it first if you really have to, I can wait."

"Oh, there isn't any bathroom here for me to use then? You would think such a big place like this would have more than one."

"Yeah, but it's okay, you can go ahead."

Fucking stupid useless tiny airheaded piece of shit model, I bet Lucifer was better than you in any runway with those gangling stick you have for legs, you couldn't even feed an anthill with those…

Alastor smiled, regrettably making his steps to the actual bathroom. After turning on the water, he counted up to 60 seconds, just as much to make it convincing for the man waiting outside as to persuade himself from grabbing that man to drown him on the toilet. He briefly considered putting some of his devices there, but that would surely mean hearing way too much he ever wanted to about Joseph or any future guests that came to the place so that was out of the question.

New strategy was then: wait until everyone else was gone, delay it as much as possible to not just receive his pay and go, and slip into Lucifer's room when there was no one around to pay attention to. What other choice did he give?

He scrunched up a piece of toilet paper on his hand and threw it into the toilet, pressing on the button at the side to make the twirl before he opened up the door again.

"Thank you, I really needed it" Alastor made himself a side for Fizzarolli to come in.

The other guest had moved from the table to the living room. As Alastor picked up the used cups for the compote and spoons, Joseph Morningstar was the first to say goodbye for the night. Next was Lilith, saying it was a lovely time but she had to grade a lot of work before Monday and better to start early for it. Mammon was next, excusing some recordings for a show.

Alastor made extra time serving more drinks, frankly amazed that Lucifer even then was still able to form any words at all. For being such a tiny man, he was truly holding on better than many others that he had seen.

The moment that Bee yawned, Vortex announced that it was late for them too. Alastor was washing up the plates in the kitchen, scrubbing with as much dedication as he could, his ear attentive to any other changes that could happen. Eventually, thankfully, the door opened up and closed after what he could only imagine had to be Asmodeus and Fizarrolli. When he returned to the living room, the fashion designer had the grace to turn down the lights as Lucifer laid on his couch.

"Lucifer?" called Alastor very softly. When the blonde didn't stir at all, he decided that was good enough and moved on to his room, quickly closing the door behind him.

It was the first time that he saw the entire place at once. Now he could see some pictures of what he had to assume was Lucifer's mom holding a teenager Lucifer and a group picture of his group friend on what looked to be a snowy retreat. He was pleased to see that at least there was no trace of Lilith on that one.

The first bug he installed under the bed and another behind the drawer of his desk. For that one naturally he had to open the drawer itself and if he ended up taking a look at its content, then who could really blame him? There was a small book of puns that made him chuckle. At least he had a good sense of humor. But the sketchbook that was underneath was a lot more interesting. How many talents did those tiny hands could actually hide? Many of the sketches were taken from real life, mostly flowers, a couple of attempts at building that Lucifer clearly lost interest in shortly after starting it, and even some animals. The portraits of real people were rare, but they were there, old people with sweet smiles that wrinkled their eyes or adult men doing ridiculous over the top expressions that he could imagine had Lucifer giggling to himself as he was doing them.

An entire page occupied by two drawings of his face. One was a profile look, a soft neutral smile on his face, and the other one was a side eye view of his face with an expression as if in the middle of teasing the viewer. Three different dates were scribbled on the top. Did that mean that Lucifer had been working on these for several days? All the shadows were there. His hair seemed to have been done with all of its highlights in place, his glasses looked like actual glass on the paper.

After that, there were other sketches where he could still recognize the shape of his hair or his eyes and how Lucifer interpreted them, but those weren't as detailed. They still kept appearing on the margins like a infectious disease that just wouldn't leave the book, no matter how Lucifer tried to doodle something else.

Alastor closed it off and put back as calmly as he could, before he did a truly stupid thing like ripping those pages off to store them in his pocket, where no one else could see them. He took a couple of deep breaths, almost wishing he could stab his own heart without dying just so it could stop trying to break the containment of his rib cage.

He felt like vomiting as he brought a hand to his face to cover his mouth, feeling it uncomfortably warm. Maybe he was the one with the disease. Wouldn't that be so much better than any other alternative?

Damn it, Lucifer. Alastor saw his hand shake for a moment, so he shook it harder and forced himself.

No matter. That didn't change anything at all. His decision had already been made. He finished installing the last device behind the bookcase, barely reading over the titles. When it was all done, Alastor activated them with a control on his pocket and came out slowly, ready to excuse confusing the door for the bathroom again to anyone that could question him, but the whole hallway was entirely empty.

Good thing he had been paid in advance. With his mission finally done, he could get back to the kitchen to prepare his bag. On the way to the door, he heard Lucifer stirring on the couch that was back to him.

"Mmmm, Ozzy?" called the blonde man. "Did you forget anything?"

Seriously, how was he managing to talk after drinking two bottles of wine almost entirely on his own? Alastor was debating whether to correct him or say anything at all when Lucifer took the decision by him, continuing on anyway.

"You were right after all" Lucifer let out a tired, sad chuckle that felt like stab wounds on his back. "Not that I thought you were wrong either… He didn't bother to invite Adam. But I got Alastor for a moment. That counts for something, right?" Another sound, like a choked up start of a sob drowning on itself. The happy talkative drunk Lucifer was nowhere to be seen. "I… I actually kinda really hated you seeing Fizzie today, Ozzy. It's not fair, you are both my friends and I hate that. But why do you get to have a boyfriend and I can't? That is not fair either, isn't?"

Alastor waited a moment, then another, just in case Lucifer turned around or added another word, but it seemed like he had come back to sleeping. Alastor pulled on the doorknob when the voice of Lucifer alerted him again.

"I hate… this…"

When a clear snore finalized his sentence, Alastor took that as a sign to leave.

[clementinefight]

cold summer

My stress this summer is so bad, my neck is permanently stiff. Rigid, nervous, stone. A girl wakes in the middle of the night, she's alone in a deep world of empty houses, and in the dispossessed sleep of her childhood branches have started to grow from her arms, limp orange muddy leaves have overcome her hair, and she is rooting from toes down into floorboards. Nobody to ask a thing, like whether or not her experience of life is normal. So the branches grow, gather, then she is this isolated nature in her isolated bedroom, turned over to a cyclical light of day or night she sees only through gaps in her own weather, and so big with bushiness she can’t get out the manufactured door and enter the wood where, unbeknownst to her, are the others just like her, made of branches and leaves and who have solitary spirits also, though still need their roots to touch the roots of another. Or something. Sometimes, and I’m not proud of this, I look out at the green backyard and I see the peach-juice sun in the sky and I see the invisible breezes of July curling with tendrils of dark flora and it seems not like I'm here, but like I’m watching television, something bright and far away. I forget it’s my day, that I can even go over there and touch if I wanted to, I could even pee on the land like a dog would, if I wanted to, and claim this in some way.

Haven’t swam enough, haven’t walked enough, I’m becoming a little suburbanite cruising around in my dented car, seeing everything through eyes of windshield. The bushes, the houses, the pink sinking light—it’s all over there, and nothing is here but the music. This puts a strange layer of distance between me and summer, me and real things. I will make a point later to stick my toe in some mud – or press my bare hand into black pavement, will the asphalt to deflate like it’s a hot chocolate cake. Wouldn’t you like for the parking lots to liquify and sink below ground every summer, and for the black waves to rock our heat glistened cars around, up towards the marshmallow clouds; or for the greenery to not stop where it stops but extend until it’s like a shag of shining lime hair over the shopping mall, the movie theatre. If you don’t have a car, good for you, stay pure

Something else I’ve noticed — I’m such an impulse buyer. Buying feels close and friendly, like putting on some leather gloves. I would never want to see me at an auction. Stressed, my emotions lift to a crescendo where they then collapse from jitters into an almost hysterical net around my entire body—a pantsuit of stress, and it’s three colours: blue, red and purple, the baby. Feels warm, then cold. Here I either go to the grocery store to buy new condiments, shortbread, or jarred vegetables in brine or oil; or I’ll buy books online.

Today it was books. A small NYRB haul. I guess this is a fairly tame impulse, but I’d really rather be that one who stresses out and goes for a walk, or a swim, or a bike ride, or a scream into their pillow. Instead I just fill my cart, and it’s like filling a hole for a little while. Hate my methods. Look forward to the books. The Liar by Martin A. Hansen (“and for years now Johannes has lived alone”), My Friends by Emmanuel Bove, Machines in the Head by Anna Kavan and The Juniper Tree by Barbara Comyns. I’m drawn to stories with the desperate or resigned thud of loneliness in them; it’s what I relate to most; or maybe it’s not; it’s funny, even when people reach out for connection, I still want to believe it’s being alone I’m most capable of, even made for (I say that in a soldierly way, which makes it even more embarrassing). Björk was in a movie called The Juniper Tree, which was inspired by the Brothers Grimm fairy tale as was the novel by Comyns. Maybe I’ll read that too.

Today I’m in Montreal. I'm visiting my little brother. His balcony looks out onto other nondescript buildings, and he leaves the door wide open while he naps and I work on my laptop out here on the couch; trucks and cars roar a kind of grating metal noise down below, this noise feels prehistoric rather than modern, like out of sight the earth has split under lava and now we are getting not the sight but the noise, the noise. I decide to welcome it. The noise is not a fixed feature of my life anyway, but of his life, in this way it’s easy to welcome. Brief everything. Brief and body me. Bonobo plays on the television, then Seabear, and last night we watched some episodes of King of the Hill—the tornado episode had some beautiful red and green skies. My coffee this morning brought on nausea and I thought I could wave this dislocation off by eating a raisin croissant, but that made it worse, though at least it was good. Now I sit here with a foggy head taking forever to get my work done. EEEEEK

Later going to meet my brother’s girlfriend for the first time over some ramen! Then going to see the 10:15 show Oppenheimer with both of them, all three of us together.

In two weeks I leave for my trip! Ireland, Scotland, London, Iceland!

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Worldbuilding: Cleaning Up an Isekai

Part of the fun of any isekai is watching the characters try to find or recreate aspects of their home world they miss. (It’s truly amazing how many Japanese isekai worlds somehow have cacao for chocolate.)

Granted, if you’re working in a pure fantasy world, you can put what you like in it. But if you’re playing it in a harder mode - time travel, say, or a fantasy world based on our own history - you have to get a bit more creative. Especially when it comes to soap.

I know it’s worldwide these days, but soap as we know it (fats and oils saponified by mixing with potassium or sodium hydroxide, AKA lye) is a European cultural thing. Historians argue over whether the Celts or ancient Romans came up with it first, or if they both did. Given during the time period in question some groups on the Italian Peninsula were either Celts or mixed, I think the point is kind of moot.

What historians can mostly agree on is that soap got established, spread during the Roman Empire, took a serious hit during the Dark Ages, and rebounded from the Renaissance on.

Note that there are people who consider the Dark Ages’ reduced amount of bathing and overall hygiene as being due to a fanatical Christian preoccupation with matters of the body as evil. This view is at best ignorant. First, a key part of Roman cleanliness was public baths... which took a serious hit when epidemic diseases like smallpox kept raging through. Second, one of the major problems for everyone in the Dark Ages was finding enough calories. In straits like that, what would you do? Devote edible fats and oils to soap, or fall back on the less effective sudsy and otherwise inedible plants for cleaning? Third - soap-making requires specialized knowledge of how much lye and water to add to which specific kinds of fats at exactly what temperature. Not to mention how to treat the fats so they won’t go rancid before they’re soap, how to protect yourself from caustic lye, and how to tell if a batch gone wrong can be rescued with a little melting and tweaking, and when it’s safer just to throw the whole thing out.

These days we have written instructions, purified fats and oils, and online lye calculators, so your average careful person can make batches of soap at home. Prior to the printing press, most or all of this had to be in someone’s head. Lose a master and an apprentice or five in a Viking raid, lose even one critical step that keeps you from burning your own skin off, blinding yourself, or searing your lungs with the fumes, and soap-making goes bye-bye. No fanatics need be involved.

Which is bad, because besides the obvious morale boost of keeping clean, simple hand soap is one of the best low-tech antiseptics available. Bar none.

So a sane isekai protagonist with any knowledge of history is likely to want some. But how do you get it, in a culture that historically doesn’t have the practice?

Three options I see. First, figure out how to make it yourself. Risky but possible, if you have a lot of time and resources to dabble with. Second, and probably more practical, find someone local who works with the ingredients in soap (fats and lye) and try to explain what you want and what you know about how it’s made. Passing it off as “a tale from a mystical far-off land” optional. Third, see if there’s any way to make friendly or at least trade contact with a culture that does make soap. And bargain!

...Yes, these are all ideas I plan to use in Colors of Another Sky. There is a lot of modern medical knowledge Jason wants the people he’s with to have. Antibiotics would be awesome. Vaccines likewise. Yet those take time and knowhow he may not have or be able to leverage out of the surprising things cultivators know.

But soap? Soap may be doable. And handwashing saves lives.

A hero’s gotta start somewhere.

[rabbitcruiser]

National White Chocolate Day

Creamy and sweet, this delightful treat is like a dreamy dessert canvas, ready to be sprinkled with colorful toppings and savored with joy.

When most people think of chocolate, they think of the rich brown sultry color of milk or dark chocolate.

But during the process of making chocolate, there’s a point when two magical options are available, the rich dark chestnut of traditional chocolate, or the pure white angelic path that is the way of White Chocolate. National White Chocolate Day is the perfect opportunity to learn about the origins of this delicious treat, and take a walk on the light side of culinary decadence.

Learn about National White Chocolate Day

National White Chocolate Day has been created so that we can celebrate this amazing sweet treat, and we can eat as much as we want without feeling guilty! Sounds like heaven, right? White chocolate is made from milk solids, sugar, and cocoa butter. It does not have any cocoa solids in it, which are found in dark and milk chocolate. The pale ivory color is what makes this form of chocolate instantly recognizable.

There are regulations in place that govern what can and cannot be marketed as white chocolate. The same standards are in place across the United States and the European Union. To be classified as white chocolate, the chocolate needs to be a minimum of the following by weight: 3.5 percent milk fat, 14 percent total milk solids, and 20 percent cocoa butter. In the United States, they also have a provision that states that the product is not allowed to include more than 55 percent of sweeteners, such as sugar.

History of National White Chocolate Day

Chocolate has been around a very long time, it’s consumption as a beverage reaching back to 1900 BCE by the Mesoamericans, and was considered sacred to Quetzocoatl. So valuable was it during the Aztec empire that it was used as a form of currency, and was in fact the expected form of payment for the taxes levied on the people they ruled. It wasn’t until Christopher Columbus visited the New World for the 4th time in 1502 that chocolate was brought back to the UK, and the rest is history.

Well, almost…

You see, for all the time between then and 1930, the rich mahogany chocolate was all they knew and used, it had taken on a million forms and become the very definition of decadence, but it was still all the same color.

All of that changed in 1930 when Nestlé invented the Milkybar in 1930. White Chocolate was the result of separating the dark solids from the rich fat of the bean known as cocoa butter, a natural part of the manufacturing process, but instead of recombining them, the cocoa butter was left to shine on its own. It’s been an incredibly popular treat ever since.

How to celebrate National White Chocolate Day

The best way to celebrate National White Chocolate Day is to go out and indulge in the delicious treat that is white chocolate! You can find it in a myriad of different forms, so maybe a stop off at a chocolatier is in order. Truffles, Bars, Ganache, there’s even white chocolate in the drinkable form!

Stopping off to get a morning coffee? Try a white chocolate blend this time instead of your usual. Its lunchtime and you want a snack? A bar of white chocolate can be just the thing. Don’t forget to share with your friends!

Of course, if you are feeling a bit creative, you may decide to make your own white chocolate. All you need to do is a quick search online and you will see that there are plenty of recipes for you to copy to make sure that your white chocolate is a triumph and not a culinary nightmare!

There are also lots of great white chocolate-based recipes as well if you’re looking to indulge in something a little bit different. Some of the white chocolate desserts that we definitely recommend are as follows: white chocolate torte, white chocolate cappuccino cake, white chocolate and ginger cheesecake, banana and white chocolate blondie tart, white chocolate and raspberry tart, and white chocolate and pistachio profiteroles. Is your mouth watering yet?

You could decide to have a bit of fun with your friends on National White Chocolate Day and have a white chocolate bake-off. Get all of your friends around and have fun seeing who is able to create the most exciting and delicious white chocolate dessert. This is a great opportunity to share a lot of laughs together and enjoy some delicious white chocolate treats along the way.

Did you know that you can also get some delicious white chocolate cocktails? This is an easy but highly enjoyable way of celebrating National White Chocolate Day. We personally love the white chocolate martini. This is a creamy and rich cocktail, which is a scrumptious mix of white chocolate and vanilla.

All you need is one ounce of cream, one ounce of white chocolate liqueur, and one and a half ounces of vanilla vodka. Grab a cocktail shaker, fill it with ice, add all of the ingredients, and give it a good shake. You will need to get those muscles working to make sure that the cream is fully incorporated! If you really want to impress, garnish the chocolate with white savings and you will have everyone thinking that you’re a qualified bartender.

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Dark Chocolate Price in Bangladesh

Dark chocolate is a beloved treat that offers not only a rich taste but also numerous health benefits. Whether you're indulging in a small piece as a dessert or incorporating it into your daily diet for its antioxidants, knowing the price and availability of dark chocolate in Bangladesh is essential for any chocolate lover.

Factors Affecting Dark Chocolate Price in Bangladesh

The price of dark chocolate in Bangladesh can vary significantly based on several factors. The brand, cocoa content, packaging, and import costs all contribute to the final price. Premium brands like Lindt or Godiva will naturally cost more than locally produced options. Additionally, higher cocoa content often means a higher price, as it indicates a more pure form of dark chocolate.

Popular Dark Chocolate Brands in Bangladesh

In Bangladesh, some popular dark chocolate brands include Cadbury, Nestle, Lindt, and Ferrero Rocher. These brands are widely available in supermarkets, online stores, and specialty shops. Each brand offers different varieties, from basic dark chocolate to those infused with flavors like orange or mint.

Price Range of Dark Chocolate in Bangladesh

The price of dark chocolate in Bangladesh typically ranges from BDT 100 to BDT 1,000 per bar, depending on the brand and cocoa content. For example, a standard 70% cocoa dark chocolate bar from a well-known brand may cost around BDT 500. On the other hand, more premium options with higher cocoa content can reach up to BDT 1,000 or more.

Where to Buy Dark Chocolate in Bangladesh

Dark chocolate is widely available across Bangladesh, both in physical stores and online. You can find it in major supermarkets like Agora and Meena Bazar, as well as online platforms like Daraz and Chaldal. Shopping online may offer more variety, including imported brands that might not be readily available in local stores.

Health Benefits of Dark Chocolate

Dark chocolate is not only delicious but also packed with health benefits. It is rich in antioxidants, which can help reduce the risk of heart disease. Additionally, dark chocolate is known to improve brain function and boost mood, making it a perfect treat for both body and mind.

Conclusion

Understanding the dark chocolate price in Bangladesh helps you make informed choices when indulging in this delicious treat. With various brands and price points available, there's a dark chocolate option for every budget and taste preference. Whether you're looking for a daily snack or a luxurious gift, dark chocolate in Bangladesh offers something for everyone.