#and i have no idea what pink grapefruit is

[boycannibal]

either fragnatica is lying or my nose is. to me this smells like pine sauna

[spirit-lanterns]

*slams the door* Alpha Seele! Alpha Siobhan! Alpha Asta! Let me hear your thoughts on these girlies! They're so forgotten that they're not even underwater!!! They're swimming in the molten core of a planet!!!

Sure thing! Cooking up some Alpha headcanons for the underrated girlies as we speak! It took me a while to think of some unique headcanons for them as I honestly don’t think about them often, but hopefully after this post they start gaining more recognition! :D

NSFW under the cut (men and minors dni)

ALPHA SEELE HEADCANONS:

- Smells like leather with a hint of smokiness as her scent.

- Very, very possessive over you as an alpha. While most alphas in general are possessive by default, Seele takes it to the next level by scenting you before you leave the house every morning. Part of your morning routine is just Seele pulling you against her and spending a good three minutes rubbing herself on you so you smell strongly of her to avoid any desperate alphas.

- Seele’s knot is a bit on the smaller side. Despite this, it can take a while for her knot to go down so you’d spend a good twenty minutes or so just connected to her since her knot refuses to deflate. (Angry smol knot lol)

- Seele wants to eventually have pups with you as she’s always wanted to start a family! Though she believes that now is not the time as her job is a little dangerous, the idea of breeding you with her pups is always swimming around her mind. (Sometimes she gets random boners at work at the thought…)

- She may be short, but she is an alpha who’s ready to throw hands for her mate anytime. It doesn’t matter what the context is, if she sees that you’re being harassed, she will fight anyone to guarantee your safety! (Smol angry alpha)

- Bred you in an alleyway once because she couldn’t wait to get home. Had to use her coat as a makeshift bed so that her sweet omega had a soft place to lay down <3

ALPHA SIOBHAN HEADCANONS

- Smells like a lime margarita. Very fruity, but also with that hint of alcohol that hits you in the back of your nose.

- A very popular alpha with the omegas. It is common to see her flocked by a swarm of thirsty omegas, but Siobhan pays no mind to them as she only desires you. Many omegas are often disappointed with they find out she has been claimed by you already, but Siobhan doesn’t care; she’s just happy you chose her out of all the alphas in Penacony.

- Not very possessive actually! She is a very chill and friendly alpha who doesn’t get too jealous. She trusts you to be out on her own, but she will get protective if she sees someone harassing you. I don’t see Siobhan as the type to resort to violence (she is a level-headed alpha that likes to negotiate) but she will punch someone square in the nose if she sees you are clearly uncomfortable.

- Has nutted in you on her bar table before. When it was closing time and Siobhan saw you coming in to pick her up, she just couldn’t resist and had to have her way with you right there on the bar. (Btw, if you two have pups they were 100% conceived on that bar too)

- She likes to leave hidden love bites on your neck as a subtle way to show ownership. No one really notices them thanks to your shirt, but they sure can smell it.

- Average sized knot.

ALPHA ASTA HEADCANONS

- Smells like a pink grapefruit. Very citrusy with hints of a bitter undertone.

- Asta is an alpha who loves to spoil. She is a firm believer that she should be a provider to her omega, so she will oftentimes come home with gifts, food, anything she thinks you would enjoy so that you would be spoiled!

- Average sized knot that takes a decent amount of time to go down. At most, it usually takes about 12-15 minutes, so by then Asta is ready to go to pound town with you once more.

- One time she had her rut while at work, so she had to FaceTime you to see your face while she quickly rubbed one out. It didn’t work however, so she left work early to go see you in person to deal with it, and by the time she got home you had to deal with an angry red cock lol

- A very gentle alpha, but also very kinky. She does not mind if you use toys to get yourself off, as she has her own toy collection herself. (It’s very lavish and big, an entire walk in closet dedicated to sex toys)

- Wants you to wear a fancy collar with her name on it at all times. She’s gentle, but she’s also a bit of a dominatrix as she oftentimes calls you her “puppy girl” and treats you like one. Especially if you are in heat.

[gotham--fc]

Halloween Horror - An Alyssa Naeher Imagine

The second Halloween fic! This wasn't planned but I had so much inspiration it just happened. Dedicated to @grapefruit-personified and her love of Alyssa

Summary: Y/N didn't think inviting Alyssa over to watch a horror movie would end like this

“How could you do this to me?” Alyssa’s says, voice muffled from how her head is squished between Y/N’s shoulder and the couch.

“You’re like the toughest person I know! How was I supposed to know that a horror movie is enough to have you cowering in my lap?”

“I’m not in your lap.”

“Because you wouldn’t fit,” Y/N smiles fondly, “I feel like the roles are supposed to be reversed here, don’t you think?”

Y/N didn’t expect that the night would lead to Alyssa hiding behind Y/N as the last scenes of a Hereditary played out on screen. Her and Alyssa have been seeing each other for a few months and Y/N thought, since it was October (AKA spooky month) that it was a great idea to invite Alyssa over to watch some horror movies. Alyssa never said she was scared of them, though.

Alyssa agreed to come over easily, and when Y/N mentioned watching horror movies, Alyssa’s willingness never waned.  Y/N assumed Alyssa liked horror movies, or at least would be able to watch them.

Y/N spent all of October chatting with their teammates about the best horror movies, the scariest ones, the ones that didn’t quite land, and Alyssa never participated, but it’s Alyssa. She’s always quiet and tries to stay out of the team’s shenanigans most of the time. So really, it came as a shock when a few minutes into the movie, Alyssa’s grip on Y/N’s hand gets so tight that Y/N begins to worry about the circulation in her fingers. Still, when Y/N asked if she should turn it off, Alyssa said no. Then she was screaming and trying to duck behind Y/N. But still, she told Y/N they didn’t need to turn it off.

“I told you we didn’t have to watch the whole thing,” Y/N says, “I wouldn’t have minded doing something else tonight.”

“I can handle a stupid horror movie,” Alyssa insists stubbornly.

“I’ve never doubted your capabilities, babe,” Y/N turns around enough to press a kiss to the back of Alyssa’s head, “But if this is you handling it? I don’t want to see what not handling it looks like.”

“I will go home,” Alyssa says.

“You want to go home right now? When it’s dark out? Get in your car alone and drive home to your empty, dark house with no one around but you? Leave me here all alone and hope there’s nothing lurking in my closet?”

Alyssa doesn’t answer.

“That’s what I thought.”

Y/N swings her legs over Alyssa’s lap, and runs her fingers through Alyssa’s hair.

“I’m sorry you got scared,” Y/N says, “That wasn’t my intention for the evening.”

“I know,” Alyssa says, “It wasn’t your fault.”

“What would you like to do with the rest of the night?”

“I would like to stay like this please.”

“Of course.”

Y/N pulls Alyssa’s head to her chest and alternates between petting her hair and rubbing her back. She feels bad that Alyssa got scared, but she won’t deny she enjoys the end result. She loves doing just about anything with Alyssa, whether it be playing soccer or going on dates or even just watching Alyssa complete her morning crossword. She likes these quiet moments where it’s just the two of them, cuddling up on the couch in silence.

Y/N doesn’t know how long they sit there, before Alyssa lifts her head. Y/N kisses the bridge of her nose, because she can, and grins at the pink blush that dots Alyssa’s cheeks.

“I know it’s not that late, but can we go to bed?” Alyssa asks.

“Yeah, we can go to bed.”

They go through their nightly routines, and then slide into bed. Y/N gives Alyssa a peck and says goodnight then turns off the lamp on her bedside table. She lays down, facing Alyssa, who she can make out the outline of in the dark. Alyssa lays on her back, completely still, and Y/N frowns. She reaches out and touches Alyssa’s arm and Alyssa almost jumps off the bed.

“Woah, Lys, you good?”

“Sorry,” Alyssa whispers, “Sorry.”

“What’s up?”

Alyssa doesn’t answer and if Y/N wasn’t staring at her she might’ve thought Alyssa had fallen asleep. Then Alyssa sighs.

“Can you leave the light on please?”

Y/N rolls over and flicks the lamp back on. She gets up and flicks the hall light on, and leaves her bedroom door open a crack, so the light filtered in. Then she got back in bed and turned the lamp off.

“Better?”

“Yes,” Alyssa says, “Thank you.”

“It’s the least I can do after I traumatized you with that movie.”

“You did not traumatize me.”

“Whatever you say babe,” Y/N settles deeper in the blankets, “Goodnight Lys. Wake me up if you need me.”

Y/N stays awake long enough to hear Alyssa say goodnight back, then she’s falling asleep, with the warm presence of her girlfriend in bed beside her.

[chvoswxtch]

hello! I hope ur having a good day! I have a request if you’re up to it! we’ve always had Professor matt so to spice things up can we have a college!matt x professor!reader? he’s actively trying to gain the pretty professor’s attention and she’s slowly falling for it. you can make it fluffy or spicy or smutty. its all up to you!

hi nonnie!

I hope you're having a good day as well! I genuinely loved this idea bc we all know matty is a flirt but I feel like college!matty is a HUGE flirt and would totally go after the pretty professor. and honestly, she would eat that shit up, let's be real. but who wouldn't???

thank you so much for the request! ❤️

warning: contains mentions of sexual content (minors please dni), swearing word count: 3k

office hours.

When Matt was reminded by his advisor that he needed to take a literature course to satisfy his degree plan, his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. He had been continuously putting it off, but with one final semester left of undergrad, he couldn’t graduate without it. It wasn’t that Matt didn’t enjoy reading, he simply just wasn’t interested in taking anything that didn’t have to do with his program. He’d read enough “classic literature” and written enough analysis essays in high school, and he wasn’t looking forward to going through that agonizing process again. Reluctantly, he signed up for the last course available.

Taking a seat in the very back of the small classroom, Matt set up his laptop and plugged an earbud into his ear, prepared to appear engaged while he got started on a project for another class. All around him seats filled up with other students, but it wasn’t until he caught the sweet scent of pink grapefruit and blue wisteria that his fingers stilled over his keyboard. He turned his head slightly to the side towards the wall as the scent rushed down the hall, accompanied by a racing heartbeat. Matt’s head snapped towards the front when you walked through the classroom door slightly out of breath, heat in your cheeks from the run, and also a twinge of embarrassment. 

“Probably not the best first impression to be late on the first day of class, but in my defense, I’m still learning how to navigate New York. I can’t promise I won’t be late again, so we won’t be counting tardies in this class, to a reasonable limit.”

An anxious giggle left your lips, and luckily everyone seemed to find the humor in your admission. Matt’s lips parted slightly at the sound, and he quickly ripped the earbud out of his ear as you introduced yourself.

“Hi everyone. My name is Y/N Y/L/N, please call me Y/N. This is my first year teaching, and you guys are my second class, so we’re figuring this all out together.”

Another timid giggle left your lips, and Matt clenched his fist tightly as the sound settled in his ears. 

“I don’t expect perfection, I just want you guys to do your best. We aren’t reading things some arrogant ‘expert’ decided was a classic, or writing mind numbing papers identifying every literary device to prove you know what they are. I want to show you works that move you and make you think…make you feel. And I want to know what they make you think, and how they make you feel. The only way to fail this class is to not try.”

God your voice. It was as sweet as your perfume and had a velvet cadence that stuck to Matt’s ears like honey. He wanted to listen to you talk for hours, about anything. Your heart continued to beat wildly in your chest throughout the duration of class, and you fiddled with the rings on your fingers as you paced slowly around. You were incredibly nervous. Matt could feel it in the tremble of your fingers, hear it in the slight shake of your voice, and feel it in the rush of blood that never left your cheeks. He found it endearing that you were so anxious, and could hear how passionate you were in the way you spoke. Everything about you drew him in, and before he could stop himself, he was marching up to your desk once everyone filed out of the room to introduce himself.

“Excuse me? Hi, my name is-”

“Matthew Murdock, right?”

Matt abruptly paused, and he swallowed the sound that threatened to come out of his mouth at the way you said his name.

“J-just Matt, uh…yeah.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Matt. I’m Y/N.”

Your hand was so soft and small clasped in his own, and he could faintly smell the scent of blackberry from a lotion you’d smoothed over your body the previous evening. 

“It’s nice to meet you as well.”

“You have perfect timing, I was actually just about to come to you.”

Matt’s ears perked up at that, and he stood up a little straighter, already missing your touch as you slowly let go of his hand.

“You were?”

“Yeah, this is for you.”

You lightly wrapped your fingers around his wrist, carefully guiding his hand to a folder that you had outstretched in your hand. Matt cocked his head to the side slightly as he let his fingers glide over the folder, pausing as they ran over a braille label that had his name on it. Taking the folder into his hands, he opened it to find stacks of paper in braille on the inside.

“It’s the syllabus, a list of the works we’re studying, and the first section of notes we’re going to go over. I wasn’t sure if you were able to access the digital copies. I’m still trying to figure out how the portal works, honestly.”

There was a timid smile that stretched across your mouth, and Matt could hear a slight bit of nerves in your confession. For a moment he was stunned silent by the kind gesture, swallowing thickly as he closed the folder and offered you a small smile in return.

“I-uh…yeah, I was able to. But um…I-thank you. For this, I uh…I appreciate it.”

“Of course. I like to have tangible copies of things, myself. Helps keep me organized. Or, at least I think it does. Maybe it’s a sensory thing and I’m just tricking myself into thinking it’s making me more productive.”

Matt couldn’t help but chuckle as you giggled softly, nodding his head in agreement.

“I can understand that.”

“Well if there’s ever anything you need, any help or accommodations at all, please don’t hesitate to tell me. All my information is on the syllabus, and I practically live here since I never go home, so my office is always open.”

“Good to know.”

From that day forward, Matt sat in the front row for every single class. He blitzed through every single text on the syllabus, always prepared to participate in the discussions, and approached every assignment early. He wanted so badly to impress you, and his chest swelled with pride every time you complimented one of his thoughts or ideas, or stayed behind after class to offer your positive verbal feedback on one of his assignments. 

Matt knew he wasn’t the only one that wanted the pretty, young professor’s attention. He could hear the way the other students in class talked about you, which caused a tide of possessiveness to rise in his chest. Matt could also feel your affect on them as you smiled in their direction, or offered a compliment to one of their remarks, and it made jealousy simmer in his bloodstream. He was determined to be your favorite.

He found himself constantly stopping by your office hours to feign needing help or a second opinion on his approach to a paper, mainly as an excuse to talk to you alone, but also to scratch that itch of praise when you confirmed he was on the right track. Matt knew he was smart, and he knew he wrote incredible papers, but he liked hearing that come from you. 

He loved when you complimented his intelligence. Was it wrong to fake being unsure just to hear you say, “That’s exactly right, Matt” or “I hadn’t even thought of it that way, but I love that idea”? Probably. But it didn’t feel wrong. It felt good.

Matt had to be careful playing dumb. You both knew he was smart, so he had to switch his tactics up. He found himself asking for other recommendations for reading material from you, wanting to know what your favorite works were, going out to buy them and consume them just to get a glimpse into your head, and then listen to the passion in your voice as you explained why they meant so much to you. He liked that you asked him questions too, questions he didn’t hear you ask any of the others when they stopped by. You asked him about how his other classes were going, how his day had been, about himself and his friends, and he could tell you genuinely cared about the answers. Every second he spent with you, he felt the crush he had on you getting stronger and stronger. He knew the way he felt about you was wrong. You were his professor, and he shouldn’t be having the thoughts about you that he did.

He shouldn’t feel like his heart was going to beat out of his chest every time you smiled in his direction and showered his mind in praise. He shouldn’t feel the spark of something more when you let him hold your arm as you guided him towards your office, reveling in the feeling of your soft skin beneath his fingertips. He shouldn’t stroke his cock to the sound of your voice from a recorded lecture, waiting to let himself come until it got to the part of the recording where you said his name so sweetly. He shouldn’t be waking up with a wet patch on his sweats after yet another wet dream about fucking you over your desk. All of this was wrong, and the good Catholic boy in him knew that.

But he couldn’t find it in himself to care. 

Because every time he started to feel guilty about what he was doing, he reminded himself of the way your body reacted to him.

Matt was careful with his flirting, crafting his sentences in a way that could be played off as casual conversation or banter, but riddled with undertones that could only be understood by the person given the cipher. The blood that rushed into your cheeks when Matt complimented you back or said something teasing that made you giggle only fueled his confidence to get bolder and bolder as the weeks went by. 

He heard the uptick in your heart rate when he mentioned how soothing he found your voice, and the way it pounded beneath your ribs when he “accidentally” brushed his hand over your exposed thigh to reach for his backpack. He felt the warmth that pooled in your cheeks when he stopped by with your favorite coffee, and when he confessed that you were one of the best professor’s he’d ever had; definitely “his favorite”, he had said. He should’ve felt bad that he could possibly ruin a career that you were clearly very passionate about, but the selfish part of his brain was screaming that you felt it too. 

With spring break approaching soon, and the thought of going a whole week without being around you, Matt devised a plan to finally make you his.

The building was empty considering most professors and students had left the previous day to get a head start on vacation plans, but Matt smiled to himself hearing your familiar heartbeat coming from your office. You had made class today optional, in case anyone was traveling or needed the break, and Matt had hoped that he would’ve been the only one to show up. To his disappointment, about half the class was there, but he knew he would get you alone soon enough. Matt waited until your office hours were just about to end, in case any other student had some last minute question, and when he was certain that it was just the two of you alone, he raised his knuckles to knock softly on the worn wood of your open door.

A quiet gasp left your lips, clearly surprised by the company, and Matt had to stop the cocky smirk that threatened to take over his mouth at the way your heart started to beat faster noticing his presence.

“Matt, hey.”

“Hey. I didn’t miss your office hours, did I?”

“Uh…nope. You have exactly a minute.”

Matt’s mouth split into a wide toothy grin at the playful tone in your voice, chuckling as he followed the familiar path from the door to the chair that was directly in front of your desk.

“Well, I’ll make this quick then. I know you have very important spring break plans to get to.”

“Oh yeah. Super important. I mean, my takeout isn’t gonna order itself.”

Matt dropped his backpack on the right side of the chair, folding up his cane as he sank back into the plush cushion and tossed it down by his feet. He pulled off his glasses and set them on your desk, a habit he had gotten into since you’d let it slip that you preferred it when he didn’t wear them.

I feel like you hide behind those, sometimes. It’s nice to get to see all of you, Matt.

His tongue darted out to quickly wet his lips as he fixed his gaze in your direction, a timid smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“I actually need to ask a favor of you.”

“Of course, Matt. Whatever you need. What can I do?”

Matt gripped onto his own thigh to steady himself, your immediate response and sweet voice hitting his cock before they even reached his ears. His lips parted slightly when you sat up a little straighter in your chair, leaning in closer over your desk with a warm smile on your lips.

“I need a letter of recommendation for the law program.”

“And you’re asking me?”

Matt couldn’t help but laugh at the surprised tone of your voice, shaking his head slowly as he leaned in closer to your desk and rested his elbows on the surface.

“I already have a few from my other professors, but my advisor mentioned having one from a professor outside of my main area of study would make me seem more…well rounded.”

Matt should’ve felt horrible about lying. He didn’t actually need a letter of recommendation from you. He’d applied to the law program months ago, and had already gotten in, but he would confess that later.

“Mm, so I’m next in line to make you look good?”

“Well, you are my favorite, and you have a way of making everything sound beautiful. If I’d taken your class a long time ago like I was supposed to, I probably would’ve asked you first before anyone else.”

Matt didn’t miss the sharp intake of breath you took, or the way your face instantly became a few degrees warmer.

“You wouldn’t have been able to take my class earlier, Matt. This is my first year, remember? You would’ve been stuck with someone else.”

“I guess I forget sometimes because you’re so good at this. But, that’s true. I don’t think I would’ve liked who I got stuck with as much as I like you. I’m glad I waited for you.”

Matt did his best to stay calm as he heard you swallow thickly, your breathing becoming a little more shallow as your heart rate drummed loudly in his ears.

“That’s…really nice of you to say, Matt-”

“I mean it.”

A blanket of tension suddenly surrounded the two of you, and his lips parted slightly as he caught a faint shudder course through you. Your fingers clutched the hem of your dress where it settled high on your thighs, digging your nails lightly into your palms through the fabric. Matt was waiting for your body to give him a signal, indisputable proof that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you, before he crossed that line the two of you had been dancing around.

“Um…when do you need it by?”

“The earlier the better, I’m a little behind. But, take your time. I’d like this to be as…real and honest as possible.”

“I…um…I can have it ready for you by the time we come back from spring break.”

“That’s perfect, thank you. I really appreciate you doing this for me. I appreciate everything that you do for me, truly.”

“O-of course. It’s my job, Matt.”

Matt’s voice dropped an octave lower as he cocked his head to the side slightly, running his tongue along his bottom lip before the corner of his mouth curled upwards into a devilish smirk. 

“No. I think it’s more than that.”

Bingo.

The second he felt you press your thighs together under the desk and the enticing scent of your arousal hit his nose, Matt knew he had you. He rose from the chair steadily, gliding around the side of your desk slowly like a predator circling in on its prey, grabbing onto the sides of your chair as he bent over so that your faces were merely an inch apart.

“I think you know that too, sweetheart.”

“Matt-”

“I think if I put my hand between these pretty thighs, you’d be just as wet for me as I am hard for you.”

A shocked gasp flew past your lips as you sank back further into your chair, fighting the urge to spread your thighs to let Matt test his own theory, and averting your gaze from the prominent bulge in his jeans. 

“We can’t-”

Matt lightly grasped your chin in his hand as he forced you to look at him. He delicately traced his thumb along your bottom lip, leaning in ever so slightly to bump his nose against yours as he inhaled your scent deeply.

“You’ve done so much for me. Been so good to me, sweetheart. Shown me so much kindness. I’d like to repay that kindness, and show you how much I appreciate you. You gonna let me do that?”

A soft whine of desperation sounded in your throat, and a huge grin split across Matt’s mouth as you leaned further into his touch. He had you exactly where he wanted you.

“Yes you are. Because you’re my girl. My good girl.”

tags: @yarrystyleeza @little-miss-dilf-lover @neverlandcity @charmedkim @queenofthenoobs @stilldreaming666 @messymissy @dark-academia-slut @strawberry1042

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 43

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Sex and violence (as always)

This one is a longer one bc I worked on it all week long. Hope y'all enjoy <3

Kidding Around

Killer helped you escape Kid's death grip in the morning so you could participate in the sunrise coffee ritual that you had established with him. It was clear that Killer was an expert after so long with Kid, switching you with a pillow that Kid then squeezed to himself. You stood on the bow with Killer, one of his arms casually around your waist. With him, silences weren't awkward. You watched together as the sun peeked over the horizon with its grapefruit-pink rays. They shifted orange then pale yellow as the dawn evolved. 

"What are your goals, Killer?"

"To make Kid king of the pirates."

"After that."

"I doubt Kid will want to stop pirating. Maybe we'll return to our hometown and turn it around. I could have a restaurant." Killer prompted, "And you?"

"I don't know anymore."

His hand squeezed your hip reassuringly. He had noticed that you stopped talking about your revenge as much and that you rarely checked your specialized log pose. He didn't think you had given up on it, just put it on the back burner. 

When the sun climbed high enough in the sky to clear the horizon, you squinted. There was a black shape. "Land ho!" You looked up to the crow's nest wondering who was up there. They weren't doing their job. You caught a glimpse of big, poofy, orange hair as Quincy darted away from the ladder, wearing just a robe, probably trying to avoid being seen before everyone woke up.

"That's odd. I thought Nu was on watch." 

"I think he had a visitor," you said with a cheeky inflection. That's cute. Quincy was with the other ginger on board, the one with the mohawk and tiny glasses. 

"Damn it. I told everyone to knock it off with that shit. They need to be alert."

"I would like to go on record to state I have never hooked up with anyone there."

"You haven't been up there with Wire then. He has a way of talking people out of their pants."

"WIRE?!"

"It's his secret talent."

"Has he....done that to you?" You bit your lip, eyeing him with curiosity. 

"Decline to comment." He headed towards the galley to start breakfast. "Come on. Everyone will be eager to eat and get off the ship."

This island was essentially neutral. There were pirates and marines alike, though the marines were few. They were probably only there to restock supplies. You smirked as you went by a group of them atop Mini's back, daring them to engage you as they stared wide-eyed at your jacket. They decided that you were simply an imitation. The real Sea Snake was dead, obviously. It would be unwise to put them down in public anyway, so you let them be. 

You had left before anyone could stop you, not that they would, but you didn’t want to be burdened with being dragged around for errands. Kid was quite disappointed when he couldn’t find you. He had gone into his workshop to see if there was anything he needed more of, and had finally noticed the small renovation you had done. He had wanted to take you with him while he did business before that, with the intention of ending up conveniently together just in time for dinner, and he wanted that even more now. Kid didn’t want to ask you on a date per se. He did want to be alone with you in a context other than the bedroom, however. You had been showing him favor lately and with the new information that you were similar to him in more ways than he thought, Kid felt more comfortable with the idea of getting close to you. Of course he didn’t like you like that. He simply thought you had potential to graduate from fuck buddy to fuck close friend.  There were a few things you wanted to purchase. First, though, you had been waiting for a chance to be in a more open area. It was very difficult to train with Mini on the ship, both because she was enormous and because you would break the ship. Plus, Mini could use a bit of exercise. Being cramped on the ship for too long wasn’t good for her. Mini walked until you were both deep in the forested part of the island, in a clearing. For several hours, until you were both out of energy, you practiced new skills and techniques. You flopped on Mini as she laid down, both taking a quick rest. 

Hunger woke you from rest. The sun was much lower than it had been when you had closed your eyes. Your nap went longer than intended. You felt very refreshed afterwards though, so you didn’t mind one bit. The two of you headed back towards the ship, Mini split off from you to return, while you kept going to find a place to eat.

Kid was in a bad mood. How hard was it to find a huge raging monster and a boar? All while he was taking care of some errands, he was keeping an eye out for you, but failed to catch a glimpse. Even when he came across the other officers, none of them had seen you either. The thought had crossed his mind that maybe you dipped on them, or worse, maybe someone had taken you. That thought bothered him more than he thought it would. Actually, the longer the day went on without finding you, the more he dwelled on it. He growled to himself, frustrated that he couldn’t shake you from his mind.

You found yourself in a dimly lit, grungy bar. Every man who initially approached you turned tail as soon as they saw your face, whether it was from your stank eye or from your scars, you didn’t know. You were leaned back with your feet kicked up on the table and a beer in your hand, somewhat tucked in the corner of the bar. You liked privacy and you liked being able to see the entire room, no need to look over your shoulder. 

The door swung open, a big red ogre behind it. He looked pissed and stomped straight to the bar. You were surprised Killer wasn’t with him, or anyone for that matter. You called a waitress over and handed her a note to deliver to him. You were going to send him a beer but the bartender put one down in front of him before he even asked. The waitress handed the slip of paper to Kid and scampered away, which was probably for the best since he whipped around angrily to see who sent the note. His eyes didn’t soften, but they did brighten when he saw that it was you. 

“What crawled up my ass?” Kid crumpled the note and threw it at you. He grabbed a chair and dropped his body into it across from you. “YER the one who crawled up my ass.” He pointed in an accusatory way.  Your eyebrow twitched up. “Me?” You looked him up and down. “If I was in your ass, you wouldn’t look so mad. I promise you that.” 

“Shut up.” Kid rolled his eyes. “I’ve been lookin for ya all day. Thought ya might have got stolen.”

“Bet you would have loved if someone took me off your hands.” You have him a questioning look. “But why? Need me for something?”

Kid reached across the table and tugged your collar. “Nah, yer mine now, girlie. They would have ta take ya from my cold, dead hands.” He grinned so big it almost split his face in two. “And that’s not happenin.” 

That made your heart quicken. You looking into his amber eyes, hiding your soft spot for him. “You still didn’t answer the question.”

”Ah, well,” Kid didn’t have a great excuse. He wasn’t going to tell you the true reason. “Was gonna see if ya wanted to spar with me.” What a dumb fuckin lame-ass excuse. Idiot! 

You shrugged. “Sure.” Weird that something as small as simply wanting to spar upset him earlier. There was definitely more behind it. 

“Really? I mean good.” He swirled the beer around in his mug.  There was a bit of an awkward silence. 

Clearing your throat, you mentioned, “I have some things to do first. Didn’t get to em today.” You tapped your fingertips on the table. “Was gonna ask Heat to come with me cuz I need more clothes and he’s good at picking outfits, but I guess you could come.” You quickly added, “If you want. Because it’s just easier that way.” The dim lighting hid the blush on your face. 

“Ha! I’m way better at picking outfits than Heat.” Kid leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms.

”Real outfits, Kid,” you warned, “Not lingerie.” 

“Yeah yeah. Real clothes. Whatever.” He waved you off, cursing you mentally for putting images of you in lingerie into his head.

You both sat and drank your beers, Kid propping his feet up on the table as well. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him stare at you a few times. What’s that about? Your ears perked up when some very drunk man was asking about how someone disabled could be a pirate, assuming they were talking about you with your missing eye. It was clear who they were talking about when he made a joke about an unarmed pirate captain.

It did tick you off when people talked about your imperfections, but fuck did it have you seeing red when you realized it was directed at Kid. You could tease him and make fun of him. You would NEVER bring his involuntary amputation into it, however. That was crossing a line. You don’t even think he heard it, judging from his lack of reaction and how he looked at you in confusion as you got up from the table. You didn’t feel like behaving tonight. There was an itch for violence that you needed to scratch. Maybe defending Kid was just an excuse to let some steam off. He certainly didn't need you to defend him.

”Wanna say that again?” You stood at the man’s table, palms resting flat against it.  The man grimaced when he saw your face. “What? You defending your cripple boyfriend? Seems about right an ugly cunt like you would be with him.” 

“It seems that you don’t know who either of us are.” You smiled at him and his companions. Anyone who had heard of Eustass Kid would know that he was far from incapable with one arm. “That’s cute. You must have been on the sea for what? Five minutes?”

The man’s companions laughed nervously as he kept up. “Bitch, if you’re not gonna take that prosthetic out and let me skull-fuck that butchered face, I would get lost.”

You reached up and pulled your log pose from your eye socket, rolling it around in your fingers. Faster than he could react, you grabbed his hair, slammed his face on the table, pulled it back up, and shoved your eye into his mouth as far back as you could push it. “Swallow it.” His eyes were wild and he clawed at the arm holding his hair. “I said SWALLOW IT.” 

He gagged and choked, holding his throat, before gasping for air. “WHAT THE FUCK?” His eyes were watery as he stared at you with bewilderment. 

“Actually, I’m gonna need that back.” You grabbed a steak knife from the table and grinned at him.

”No please…” The man was sweating, scared shitless.

“Apologize to him.” You pointed at Kid, who was still relaxed in his seat, enjoying the show. 

“I-I’m sorry, S-sir.”

”Eustass Kid,” you corrected.

The man’s eyes widened with realization, that he fucked up big time. He started to plead for his life almost immediately.

You thrusted the knife into his stomach and tore it open. “Unfortunately, I do still need that.” His hands tried to grab yours away but kept slipping from the blood. His screams were really fucking up the atmosphere of the bar. You pushed into the open wound with your hand, searching for your eye. “Skull-fuck, huh? You’re lucky I don’t have a dick or I’d fuck you right in this warm, wet hole of yours.” Your hand found what it was looking for and retrieved the small orb. Dunking it in his companion’s beer, you cleaned it off and stuck in right back where it belonged. 

His two companions, trembling and trying not to catch your eye, dragged him off, leaving a trail of blood behind. He might live. You thought about cutting his arm off since he had such nice things to say about Kid’s amputated limb, but what you did was much more satisfying and cruel. 

You felt a metallic arm pulling you into Kid’s lap. “Yer so fuckin hot when ya get like this,” Kid growled in your ear lowly.

You grabbed his beer, having finished your own, and chugged the rest of it. “This bar sucks. Let’s go somewhere else.” You trailed a finger down his exposed chest. “I feel like fucking some shit up.”

Kid’s signature laugh rang out through the bar. “Then let’s fuck some shit up.” He grabbed your chin. “How could I say no to a bonnie lass like yerself?” 

You made a fake retching noise. “Quit with that flattery bullshit.” Kid didn’t have to do any of that. If he wanted to fuck, you were down. “I’ll fuck you later.”

Kid frowned as you took his hand and dragged him out of his seat. He meant what he said. Of course, he wanted to fuck, too. Beside the point, you let Killer say nice things about you, but you didn’t take Kid seriously and that bothered him. 

You and Kid started a fight with anyone that looked at you sideways. Kid held someone still for you to beat up and you did the same for him, laughing maniacally as you did so. Alternating between knocking someone’s lights out, getting sloshed at different bars, and making out in dark corners, the two of you ended up walking to the very edge of the island. There wasn’t much else but beach here. You had no idea what time it was and no idea how you were still standing. Kid supported your weight as you walked through the sand in an incredibly unsteady gait. There was a piece of driftwood that was just big enough for you two to sit on. You leaned heavily against Kid and he put the excess fabric of his coat around your shoulders. 

For how drunk you were, Kid was impressed with how you deftly undid his belts and snuck your hand into his pants. It was known by now that arousal came as a package deal with your aggression. His thick shaft hardened quickly under your hand, happy to oblige whatever needs you had. Kid let his head fall back, enjoying the feeling of your small hand struggling to jerk him off. He let out an impatient huff when your hand started to slow, before stopping altogether. His amber eyes flicked to where your hand was limp around his cock and your head rested in his lap. “What the fuck?” That bitch fell asleep. Kid groaned. It was feeling so good too. He swallowed thickly. You clearly wanted to give him a handy, so there wasn’t anything wrong with helping you finish the job, right? He stuck his own hand down his pants and enveloped yours with his grip, tightening your hold on his cock. The feeling of doing something just a little bit wrong and in public to boot, sent a thrill right to his balls. He finished himself quickly with your hand, his pulsing cock emptying into it with a grunt. Kid snickered to himself with the thought of you waking up with your hand dried shut.

Kid had already pissed you off, not because your hand had been glued shut with his cum, which was admittedly funny, but because he had to put his two cents into every single thing you looked at. You wanted a second weapon to dual wield. You loved your gunblade and it was versatile though it still had limits. Every weapon you picked up, Kid chided you for picking something so low quality. You were deeply regretting inviting him along. You picked up a curved sword to inspect the blade.

”Shit metal. Shit craftsmanship.” Kid’s arms were folded and he looked just as annoyed as you did.

You finally stood toe to toe with him, pressing your finger to his sternum. “If you think everything in this town is shit, why don’t you make me something useful. Impress me, magnet boy.” 

“Magnet man.” Kid unfolded his arms. “Fine. I will. And it’ll be so good it’ll blow yer tits off.” He went to flick your nipple but you slapped his hand away.

After perusing possibly every weapon this town had to offer, you moved on to your next task: clothes shopping. Kid had actually picked out some tasteful outfits. He did manage to sneak a few, more risqué items in, though they were cute so you did entertain the idea of buying them. You also found a little outfit that Kid agreed Heat would be enamored with. You found a few more things, including some more bold choices, since you wouldn’t fit in without at least one pair of stupid ugly pants. You threw everything into a pile and returned with your normal clothes on. When you went to pay, the man behind the counter said that your boyfriend had already paid.

It shouldn’t piss you off but it did. “I told you to stop doing that shit.” You jabbed Kid’s side and grabbed the bag from his hands. 

“Doing what?” 

You couldn’t even say it without getting embarrassed. “You know.” You held the bag up. “The compliments and … nice gestures.” You huffed. “It’s weird. We’re not…anything.” Kid was just your fuck buddy, nothing more. No feelings were involved, or that’s what you told yourself. 

Kid knew that was true, though he thought he might want to be something to you. “Didn’t say we were. I can’t do something nice?”

”You’re Eustass Kid. You’re not nice.” 

“Whatever. Ungrateful hag.”  “Thank you. Much better.” You smiled at him.  Kid grumbled and complained for the rest of your shopping trip, eventually dragging you to a street vendor to eat since he was getting progressively more hangry. This time you paid, insisting on it to make yourself even with him. You both got some kind of saucy meat on a stick and found a tree to sit under. Kid wolfed his down in about a minute while you took a few more to finish yours. 

“What?” You said sharply, noticing Kid snickering at you.

”Yer a messy eater, ain’t ya?”

You froze as he used his thumb to wipe sauce from your cheek, popping it in his mouth. You huffed, mostly to avoid blushing. 

Kid seemed like he had something on his mind. “About the other night…”

”I won’t mention it. Don’t worry.” You knew he had a reputation to keep up.  “I was going to thank ya.”

”Oh. It’s not a big deal.” You sighed. “Listen I know what I just said, but it is refreshing to see that you’re not always a giant dickhead.”

He made a noise of acknowledgment. “We both loved her. Victoria. It was a child’s crush, but it was real enough to both of us at the time.” He had heard Killer explain some of it to you that night. 

”I never had anything like that.” 

“Would ya like to?” 

It was only human to crave affection, and you would be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it before. It would be easier not to have attachments holding you back. It may also make your life less depressing. There were pros and cons to each side. You never got far with the notion since there was no one you had been interested in on that level, or any level. 

Kid mistook your extended silence for offense. “In general. Ya know. Not … with me.” Unless she wants me like that. He let his voice trail off.

“That would complicate things.” You pulled your knees up and rested your head on them. 

“But it might be worth it.”

"Was it worth it to you?" 

Kid knew you were referring to their past with Victoria. "Aye." No matter how much it tore him up some days, he wouldn't trade it. As Killer said, you had to go through certain things to be who you were today, and Kid liked who he was and what he had in his life currently.

After dropping your bags at the ship, you walked with Kid towards the clearing that you and Mini found. A few minutes passed, filled only with the sound of chirping birds and leaves shifting against each other in the breeze. Your hands swung close enough to each other that you could feel the wind from Kid's hand. “I saw that ya missed me enough to connect our spaces again.” Kid teased. He couldn’t take the stretch of silence, not after the slightly down conversation from earlier, and he hadn’t yet gotten to mention that he noticed the change.

”Hypothetically, what if I were to say that I enjoy your company… occasionally.”

“I would say that of course ya do. Everyone enjoys me.” Kid had a smirk on his face, yet underneath, there was a big goofy grin threatening to break through ad your admission. 

“Mhm.”  “Hypothetically I enjoy starin at yer ass when yer workin,” Kid offered. 

”That’s not a hypothetical.”

The clearing was empty. It seemed as though no one else had found your spot. It felt odd to square up to Kid for a fight where you weren’t trying to kill each other for real. The agreed on rules were no use of devil fruit, but weapons were fair game. You could end the fight with one touch of your hand with your devil fruit, which is why you didn’t want to use it.

Standing across from Kid, you could appreciate his stature, broad shoulders, strong physique. He wasn’t cut like Killer was. There was a bit more meat to him, filling out his stomach in very pleasing way. You had to stop yourself from dwelling on it, or this was not going to be a fight at all. 

Kid came at you first. Normally you used your speed to dodge and land an attack in an opening. This time you blocked him. He did the same thing to your punch. It filled you with a sense of pride that you could match him in strength like this. The hits from his metal arm hurt worse. It wasn’t a conscious choice, but both of you had started by holding back, not completely willing to hurt the other. The competitiveness between you, however, quickly caused you to start putting your full weight behind everything. You could hear Kid growl as you narrowly avoided his fist, which instead splintered a tree trunk. You used the opportunity to land a kick in his side. He wheezed for a second before coming after you again. A big sweeping motion with his metal arm took you by surprise, knocking you to the ground. Using the momentum from rolling, you hopped back up in time to miss another attack from Kid. 

The taste of blood was in your mouth. It seemed he had split your lip. You licked the red liquid decorating your mouth, steeling yourself to get more serious. Pulling out your gunblade, you shot several times in seemingly random directions. It was habit not to shoot at Kid since his devil fruit could deflect bullets. Large branches from the surrounding trees fell around him in a way that made it difficult to dodge them all and forced him to remain in one space.

You followed right behind the branches, taking a running leap at Kid’s back. Before you could press your blade to his throat, he shed his feathered coat that you were holding on to, causing you to fall in an ungraceful way. You had to quickly roll to dodge Kid’s next attack. He had taken out his own gun and sent a bullet into the ground you had just occupied. 

Kicking out forcefully in Kid’s direction, you connected with his leg, destabilizing him enough that you could launch yourself from the ground to tackle him. He was quick to prevent you from getting him into a grappling hold. Kid grabbed your wrist and slammed it on the ground, forcing you to release your grip on your gunblade. In a flash he had both your wrists caught and your legs pinned under his own. Kid held his head back, knowing that your counter would be to headbutt him. 

The afternoon angle of the sun bounced orange rays from your fiery eyes, the light glistened off the thin sheen of sweat on your Y/S/C skin, and it lit your hair up like a flame, the way it was wildly strewn behind you only enchanted the effect. Kid was entranced by the heave of your chest as you caught your breath and the playfully aggressive gaze fixed on his own face. Red caught his attention, blood spilling slowly from the cut in your lip. Suddenly, he was transfixed by the crimson bead, lowering his mouth to meet yours, sucking the iron-tinged from your lower lip. A silvery thread of saliva connected you as he pulled away. He searched your face for any sign to stop and found only molten desire. 

There was a tangle of limbs, hands weaving through hair, sloppy wet kisses, and indecent sounds. Kid's weight pressed against you and his grip keeping you in place had placed impure thoughts in your mind even before he tasted the blood on your lips. That served only to add fuel to the fire burning deep within your core. Deep down you were mad about this weakness, the intense sexual chemistry you had with Kid. In this moment, you were in thrall to it, insatiably grabbing any part of him you could reach. 

A nervous clearing of the throat alerted you both to the presence of Pomp and Reck. Kid grabbed the gun he had knocked from your grasp and you pulled his from his bandolier, both sending a warning shot in their direction. 

"FUCK OFF!" You roared in unison, sending them racing off toward town.

"Can't. Get. Any. Fuckin. Privacy." He said between shoving his tongue down your throat. 

You could feel Kid's cock grinding into your thigh as he hastily ripped your pants down to your knees. You spread your thighs apart as far as the restricting fabric allowed to give Kid's hand access. His flesh fingers wasted no time finding their home in your dripping core, one after the other were inserted impatiently. The stretch as his fingers scissored your opening wider had you groaning into his mouth. Kid eagerly devoured the intoxicating noises slipping from your lips, each one causing his tip to drool. 

"Kid, I ngh-need it. Now." You panted out. 

"Yer not ready yet." 

"I don't care." You grabbed his dick through his pants. "Give it to me before I take it myself." 

Kid slipped a third finger inside, earning another sweet set of sounds from you. "Look at ya, rotten brat. Givin orders to me." He thrusted his fingers a few more times before removing them completely. 

You whined at the empty feeling. "Please." Your thighs rubbed together for friction. 

"Ya want this fat cock?" Kid freed said beast from the confines of his pants, stroking it slowly to give you a show.

You nodded vigorously, freeing your legs from your pants.

Kid pulled your soggy panties to the side, lining himself up with your slit and pushing his dripping mushroom head between your glistening folds. You wrapped your legs over his hips and pulled him inside yourself until you were completely full. Truthfully, Kid would have loved to drag this out and tease you a little more, but your wanton craving for him was really turning him on and there was no doubt someone else from the crew would come interrupt again soon. Kid's metal hand was big enough to wrap under you, holding your body in the palm while the thumb rested over your pussy. The cold metal against your clit was electrifying and you hissed through your teeth when Kid applied pressure. 

"Ya like that?" Kid moved his hand, effectively using you as a human fleshlight. "Yer gonna love this."

A cry of pleasure was ripped from your throat as Kid continued this movement, grinding his cock into your cervix, and added a low vibration with his devil fruit directly above your clit. With barely a warning, an orgasm crashed over you, making you shriek even louder. Kid narrowly held his own release back feeling the gush and pulsation of your climax. He continued to move you up and down his shaft, increasing the vibration in his thumb. The first orgasm was barely over before the second one overcame you. 

"Oh f-uck yes." You moaned. "Use m-me!" 

Kid's pace was erratic. The way your cunt gripped him with its gushy walls was enough to milk his balls dry. "That's right," Kid growled. "Yer my personal cock sleeve. Ya can't get enough of my cum can ya?"

"F-fill me up, C-Captain." You hand pressed down on the thumb of his metal hand, feebly attempting to grind your clit against the vibrations. 

Kid snickered, helping you out by increasing the pressure. Purple energy crackled around your collar as he tightened it around your neck. Your moans were raspier now, though just as needy. "That cunny of yers is suckin me in. She wants my cum so badly, aye?" 

You nodded your head, saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth, unable to swallow. Black tinged the corners of your vision. Your mouth formed a silent cry as Kid tightened your collar further, using you to get off. You twitched and trembled, a final orgasm taking you over. The tingling warmth enveloping you in a bath of endorphins. You were fully caught in your own pleasure, so much so that you missed Kid doubling over you, releasing a cry of his own as he emptied himself into you. He used your body to pump every last drop from himself. 

You gasped as he released his power, sucking fresh air into your lungs to quell your burning muscles. Kid removed himself from you and laid you down flat, pushing your legs back to admire his seed dripping from your hole. He wiped the drips with his fingers and pushed it back inside you, pulling your panties back over your cunt and giving it a pat. 

"Keep it all in, bunny, or I'll have to fill ya up again."

"Yeah? Not much of a threat is it?" You found your pants and dusted yourself off.

As soon as you had your pants on, Kid slung you over his shoulder and cracked your ass with his hand. "No talkin back."

About halfway back to town, Kid let you walk on your own two feet. "Can ya walk or are yer legs still jelly?" He kept his hands hovered above your shoulders in case you fell over.

You grabbed his coat for support. "I'm good." You thought he had picked you up to be an asshole. Was he trying to be helpful? You didn't complain this time. Your legs had been jelly. 

Kid took note of your hand moving from his coat to hold onto his arm. He let it stay. You only removed it when Heat stared at it too long, not even aware that you had still been holding onto Kid. There was an immediately coolness where his warmth had been, and the urge to keep holding him close surfaced. Kid had been thinking the same thing. He liked feeling your weight on him, feeling you rely on him. He wanted you to rely on him more and trust him with yourself.  

Next Chapter

[a-forbidden-detective]

Curious add-ons: Foreshadowing and when subtext becomes text (Part 3)

Squeezing two chapters into one episode can be quite a challenge. One, the continuity is going to be broken. Second, the narrative is going to be rushed leaving some attributes of the characters out.

Where was that scene where Toto mentioned his grandmother bc it reminded him of Ron’s fave tv program or him (mis)stepping again on the cat?

But at the same time this is also a chance to edit out or fine-tune some panels that might not affect the whole story. Or probably make another story altogether.

Like this entire scene for example. It is amusing that the anime writers chose to make the shooting star invitation appear already in the beginning of the episode, which Toto forgot to tell Ron after seeing the latter’s pink grapefruit eyes. The bloodshot eyes deeply concerned him only to find out that the culprit was Ron’s discovery of the wonderful world of the TV.

Unlike in the manga, where Toto has no idea, who the sender was, In the anime he knows the sender but not well enough. So anime writers, what are you up to? It could be for logical reason. As a police officer Toto should not be trusting of any unverified letters sent to him, which the manga just set up bc Akira wrote it.

Or, hear me out, if you are reading the manga or have read this chapter, this is going to be another setup for Ron. Another angst-filled one at that.

Then the invitation appeared again during the last 10 minutes or so, without the disturbance of a TV crew who, in the manga showed up during the duo’s dreadful/anxious moments. Ron, immediately ceased the invite and decided from then on that they must go there. No time for verification.

Toto has the invitation all the time with him in the anime and is holding on to it till he finds the right moment.

At first glance, the premise is Toto visits Ron to ask if the forbidden detective wants to be his plus one. Isn’t that thoughtful of Toto? It sounds so romantic, isn’t it? But what if Toto has an agenda? Or someone has and is only using Toto to get to Ron?

I am curious of the next episode(s). There are five chapters in the manga alone for the succeeding arc.

Anyway, the dialogue in the last 15 minutes or so has changed.

From Chapter 8:

Ron: I... almost ended up killing you. If something like this happens again, and the person I’m solving a case with dies… Forget being a detective, Id be so overwhelmed with despair that I wouldn’t be able to go on living.

From the episode 6:

Ron: “Something like that”? I nearly killed you. If anything like it happened again, and you died I'd despair of myself and wouldn't be able to carry on.

The difference lies that the anime writer has edited out the flowery generalisation but immediately got on with the killer word “you” as in Toto Isshiki.

And this momentous addition:

Toto: Until you can believe in yourself, I'll stick with you! Okay?

So far, my RonToto heart is full. But hopefully, the writer will stick to it until the end.

PS: They might forget Toto’s mention of grandmother but they make sure that he is polite and has good manners saying his apologies again for Ron’s eccentric behaviour.

[mysterious-moonstruck-musings]

I’m dropping by to poke around in your ask box. Before I start, per hooligan guidelines, I need to start off with a 1940’s ditty:

🎼 “She’s a most wonderful lady, who’s on the mend and didn’t break when she got sick.

🎼She only got the ick for pickles~ 🥒 So many gherkins were around, but it never got her down.

🎼She supplies with the trash panda 🦝 content we deserve~

🎼 She’s Mysterious! 😎

Alright the song is done, maybe didn’t make sense. This hooligan is new and still learning the ropes. 🤔

Anyway, the main topic is where the thots are:

I had an idea after writing my pickle fic that Javier could maybe, be pursued to eat something other than 🥃 🚬 and 😽 thus, Inhad him eat guava. Since then, the idea has spiraled into plaintains and tangerines (found one that’s specific to Columbia).

What other fruits should I have Javier dabble in?

*whips out a faux pipe and blows some bubbles* I’m a hooligan but I love my lungs, how else am I supposed to scream for Pedro boys? 🤓

Welp, that’s the end, just let me know about some fruits. For the plot and stuff. 👀 So much smolder and p-plot. 😉

Dear @nerdieforpedro, please forgive my slowness in responding. I am behind on my tumblr duties. I also had to take some time to think about your ask. More below the cut...

First... loved your little ditty. It made me giggle. Also, thank you for the black shirt Javi gif tax. Now, let's answer that question. Since we are talking thots and plot...I'm going to be dirty about this. How about a nice pink or red pomelo. It has a taste similar to a sweet grapefruit. It contains 412% of your daily Vitimin C values along with many other health benefits, which means it will help keep that immune system nice and healthy for all sorts of...activities. It also sort of looks like lady bits...👀

What do you think Javi, is that visually appealing enough to eat? 😏

Ok...I'm done being a menace, for now. Don't want to overdo it. I hope this helps in your search for the perfect fruit for thots and plot, bestie. 😉😂

[buttons-beads-lace]

Finally a Fruit Slice Update!

And it's because I need a second opinion.

After I finished the grapefruit slice

which has sewn seams in between each of the pink triangular pieces, I started working on an alternative concept that wouldn't have any seams.

A large part of the appeal of this project for me is coming up with creative methods for constructing the unusual shapes of the citrus slice. But I don't want to lose sight of the fact that a weird technique needs to pull its weight by creating an end product that looks good & is worth the effort it takes to knit.

I've made a lot of small tweaks on this concept and I think the results are about as good as they can be without going all the way back to the drawing board, so to speak, but I'm not sure if it's good enough.

So that's where you come in! What do you think?

[penig]

Concerning Pink Lemonade

So, in the wake of yesterday’s brief lemonade discourse with @prismatic-bell, I started wondering. I began my researches at home, by consulting my late-70s edition of the Betty Crocker Cookbook. Yes, Betty Crocker is a corporate invention and shill, but her cookbook (at least for that edition ) is very handy for a lot basic things. If a dish is frequently found on American tables, odds are good it’ll have some sort recipe for it, even if it isn’t your favorite version of the dish. And sure enough, “pink” was down as a variation on lemonade, and the lemonade recipe itself is an acceptable one. Alas, to make pink lemonade the instructions are to make basic lemonade and add two tablespoons of grenadine syrup and a drop or two of food coloring! Which is about what you’d expect from commercial lemonade but I think we can all probably agree that it’s a cheat in a private kitchen and not worthy of the name “home cooking.”

So I started considering what I knew, or thought I knew, about pink lemonade, and why I thought so. That it was made from grapefruit I had no doubt - I distinctly remember my mom’s voice telling me that when I hesitated to drink it the first time. But I think the rest of the idea I had about it, though logical and experience-based, is not something anyone ever told me. (I have never actually made the stuff myself; never had that much grapefruit juice on hand.) Because, pink lemonade excepted, if a drink is made from a fruit, water, and sugar, it is fruitade - lemonade, limeade, orangeade. But grapefruitade is not a word and you only have to see or say it to know why. So grapefruitade became pink lemonade - essentially the same recipe, with an appropriate amount of grapefruit juice in place of the lemon juice. If a fruit is added to lemonade it becomes fruit lemonade - strawberry lemonade, raspberry lemonade, etc. Add one more fruit and you’ve got yourself a fruit punch.

This all seems tolerably obvious to me. But prismatic-bell’s evidence demonstrates that, to some people, strawberry lemonade is an alternate term for pink lemonade, not a separate thing.

So I asked my husband what was in pink lemonade and he said: “Well, if it’s real pink lemonade, grapefruit.” Which was highly gratifying but not definitive. He’s from Georgia and my family is all midwestern (though I”m an Air Force Brat and my cuisine, like my accent, is a kind of American Fusion). We are, however, the same age, and I thought it entirely possible that the original pink lemonade had fallen out of fashion and that Kids Today had never known The Real Stuff. So I cranked up the old search engine and went looking for pink lemonade recipes and culinary histories.

Well! Imagine my consternation when I turned up not one single pure grapefruitade recipe, only a lot of variations on fruit lemonade. Cranberry is apparently far the most common, but prismatic-bell’s strawberries, raspberries, pomegranates, and even watermelon appeared. Even more shockingly, one of the legends of its invention (which are lost in the mists of the 19th century circus) is that it was created when a refreshment stand worker threw cinnamon candies into the lemonade. I can believe a lot of things, but I do not believe that.

So now I’m curious. I have no particular hope of a poll made on my blog getting any traction, but I’m going to turn the Shiny New Post Editor back on and make a poll, and plead for it to be reblogged around. I’m typing this in Legacy because I forgot and anyway who’s going to read all this before voting in a poll?

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

Can I please have a perfume for Isadora. She's a high elf who's a wild magic sorcerer/druid. She's warm, cheerful, and flirty personality wise. Her favorite color is purple. Favorite flowers are galaxy orchids and honeysuckle. Favorite food is peach strudel. Favorite time of day is nighttime. Favorite season is fall.

I am gladly doing a perfume for your Isadora.

It is going to be mysterious, fruity but substantial at the same time. Like the ravishing sorceress of wild, untamed magic she is. Mysterious und tinglingly tempting like the weave itself.

🔮🌌💜🌸🍑🌸💜🌌🔮

Head Notes: Lilac, Magnolia, Blackberry, Honeysuckle, White Grapefruit, Orchid Heart Notes: Violet, Iris, Pink Pepper, Gooseberries, Peach Base Notes: Roasted Coffee Beans, Rhubarb, Cherry, Cedarwood, Amber

🔮🌌💜🌸🍑🌸💜🌌🔮

What would you like to name it? Let me know! 😃

May I suggest:

🦅🔮☕🦉🦅🔮☕🦉🦅🔮☕🦉

Raven Queen Midnight Peach On The Wings Of The Wind Featherfall Violet Velvet Turquoise Dust Night Crow

🦅🔮☕🦉🦅🔮☕🦉🦅🔮☕🦉

Or let me hear your name ideas 😃

[erikandersonsspouse]

Lmao what are everyone's skincare routines?

Oooooo this is fun to think about!

Well I think I can say pretty definitely that Sam doesn't really have one. At most he uses like basic soap and warm water to rinse his face. Sam cares about hygiene for sure but it's more just making sure he showers and brushes his teeth and such. The skin care routine that say Erik has is something that confuses Sam to no end.

Damien is similar but more because he just isn't used to the idea that he can have a skincare routine. The idea definitely intrigues him though, and he's thought about asking his brothers, specifically Erik, for tips on what he should or could do to take care of his skin besides bathing, but it would take a long time for him to ask due to all of his insecurities and then a little while longer to find a routine he liked. In the end Damien's skincare routine would probably be similar to Matthew's, a nice cleanser (I personally use the Neutrogena oil-free acne wash pink grapefruit foaming scrub and the moisturizer that goes with it so that's what I'm passing his on) and moisturizer that makes his face feel clean. It's something Damien really enjoys and always makes sure he uses it once a day, its something so simple but he wasn't allowed to do something like that before so he treasures the chance.

Again Matthew I imagine is similar to Damien in that he uses a cleanser and moisturizer, he doesn't strike me as the type to enjoy overly complicated skincare routine's.

James enjoys something a little more complicated, but that's mostly because he wants to look as presentable as possible at all times. Especially once he steps up to take over being the CEO of Anderson Toy Company. So he would of course use a bit more expensive cleanser and moisturizer as well as a toner and serum.

Erik on the other hand...his is long and complicated. At least once a week this man does a face mask and takes a long bath, normally on Fridays as a way to relax from a long work week. But his standard in the morning is using a cleanser, a toner, a serum, and eye cream, and finally a moisturizer. And before he leaves the house he uses sunscreen as well. At night he changes it up a bit, still using a cleanser, toner, serum, and eye cream, he then uses a night cream to finish it off. If he sees any sorts of blemishes on his face he'll add an acne treatment to his nightly routine and if his skin just needs a little extra at night he'll use the night cream and then finish off with a face oil to help his skin lock in the moisture it needs.

[cricketnationrise]

Congrats on the followers milestone!! Here's an idea:

16h30

Reading Room

Lardo

for you, a little expansion of Shitty's Dibs. Thank you and enjoy!

catch up on the rest of Ficlet Fest 3 here

🏒🏒🏒🏒

reading room, 4:30pm

Lardo flings open the door and makes a beeline for Shitty’s bed so she can crawl out onto the Reading Room. She doesn’t even make it all the way onto the roof before she’s continuing her rant from their text chain.

“And like, I’m sort of shocked they waited till now to ask me, like, it’s almost finals? Did they think I just didn’t have my shit figured out already?” she asks, dumping her bag to one side and settling into her customary spot.

“Well—”

“Leaving aside the fact that I don’t have a living situation figured out yet, it just feels like a desperate move. Doesn’t bode well, you feel me?”

“For sure. Bear?” he asks, holding out the biggest bag of gummy bears she’s seen in a while toward her.

She raises a single eyebrow. “Did you accidentally buy a bag with the pink ones again?”

“...Maybe.”

“Bear me.” He passes over the bag and they take a moment to just watch the street, soaking up the breeze rustling through the leaves and the sounds of Beyoncé from the kitchen below them. The first taste of grapefruit makes her wrinkle her nose – she’s not the biggest fan of the flavor – but she’s not about to let Shitty absently snack on something that he’s mildly allergic to, so she keeps eating.

“So did you give them an answer already?” Shitty asks eventually, a weird expression on his face. Lardo squints at him, but lets it go in favor of answering.

“I told them I had to think about it,” she says, picking out the last few pink bears. “It’d be like, fine, but – ‘kay, I ate all the gross pink ones for you—”

“Brah,” he says, fake tearing up in gratitude. She punches him in the side of the arm and Shitty falls to the side with a dramatic groan. Lardo just rolls her eyes and continues her thought.

“—But, it's on the other side of campus. Plus, Claire's gonna sexile Lara weekly, and I don't wanna Judge Judy all senior year.” She leans back on her hands, more glad than ever she doesn’t have to use her brain any more today. “Man. Why the printmaking kids gotta be so damn horn a bajillion percent of the time?”

There’s a beat of silence where Shitty would normally make fun of her (admittedly strange) art friends, and then—

“So, Lards, ‘bout housing…I’m thinking you should have my dibs.” Lardo freezes at the words. Surely she didn’t hear correctly. He can’t have offered her his room in The Haus. He can’t have.

“I mean it makes a whole lotta sense, right? I mean, first, you practically fuckin’ love here anyway,” he says, ticking the items off on his fingers. “Second, it should be your right as manager. And third—” he meets her gaze squarely, more sincere and earnest about this than he ever was for hockey or any of his classes. This is important to him, maybe the most important. Suddenly, she’s fighting down a lump in her throat.

“You’re one of the best teammates I’ve ever had. So like. You know what to do to seal the deal…if you want ‘em, that is.” 

Apparently he can have been offering his room – offering her a chance to live with some of her favorite people in the whole damn world – as though it was a given, a right, a done deal. He holds out his hand for the customary Dibs Shake, but to her horror, Lardo sniffs, and there’s a tear dripping down her cheek that she has to hide in her elbow.

“Shitty��”

The wobble in her voice sets him off, and now they’re both halfway to ugly crying on the roof of the Haus like dumbasses. “Oh no-no-no, dude,” he says, furiously blinking to ward off tears. “If you waterworks, I’ll w-waterworks…”

She launches herself at him with a strangled AGGGHH!! – throwing her arms around him and squeezing as tightly as she can, hoping that her message gets across without actual words.

Shitty squeezes her back, and his words sound a little relieved (did he think she’d say no???) and a lot wet when he manages to speak. “Hugs count too.”

Fuck right they do.

When they finally break apart, Shitty’s beaming at her and she can feel her own smile widening in response.

“I guess I better tell Claire and Lara I’m already set for next year then,” she teases, striving for her normal dry tone.

“Brah, you’re gonna eat a million pies next year.”

“‘Swawesome.”

[missguomeiyun]

dinner @ Hansik

Annual Christmas dinner with Tina & Andrew~

We went to Hansik - the only Korean restaurant in north Edmonton -.-" it has been around for quite some time. Been meaning to try it out before the pandemic but never did . .. & now, just visiting for the 1st time. It was the 1st visit for Tina & Andrew as well.

Their menu:

Had a mix of text & pictures like most Korean restaurants - in addition to a little blurb about what the dish contains. At a glance, judging by this 1st page, it appears to be a fusion Korean place. Chicken bao bun? Kimchi chicken fries??

Here are the dishes we were more familiar with. Despite it being winter, they still had cold noodles on their menu!

Their soups~

I appreciate them having a kids menu. This is not something common among Korean restaurants. The set menu was interesting too, esp the vegetarian for 2.

So by the menu, what I'm getting is that this place tries to have something for everybody. It's not a bad thing!

However, what's weird is the side dish policy. It's always free banchans at Korean restaurants, but they charge $1 per set of banchan. I think it is reasonable (for it to be $1) - I neither like nor dislike the idea but it's just different (& weird!) for a Korean restaurant. Part of the meal IS the banchan, which is typically free.

We ended up not getting the banchan - not sure why. Just seemed . .. unusual, perhaps.

The budae jjggae~

Little can go wrong with this; it is particularly better on a cold day :P

But there were some 'issues'. Their description included "bean" but there were no beans. The broth was VERY salty - like. .. I probably had an entire week's worth of sodium from eating some of this soup alone =/ the ingredients were good. It did hurt knowing this was $41 bcos when I was in Korea, a singular portion was only ~$5-6 CAD.

Of note was their sausage option. Besides typical hot dog sausage, they had the small cocktail sausages as well as Italian sausage (yes, they had that!) & also some other. .. light tan coloured sausage. Ie: they added 'fancy sausage'. I felt that was unnecessary. I just like it simple - hot dogs & Spam, you know what I mean? Budae jjigae isn't meant to be 'fancy'.

We also got half order of the sweet soy chicken. Wasn't a fan. I am very picky with KFC. This just didn't hit the spot. The batter was barely existent; it was uneven & not all surfaces were covered. I think I can do a better job at the batter & frying aspect. The flavour was alright; I am not big on sweet soy as flavour but it wasn't bad. Flavour was there. The chicken texture. .. poor. Chicken was dry.. . This was disappointing for all of us.

There was also an oops from Andrew's drink order. He ordered grapefruit-ade & ended up getting strawberry. When he informed them of the mistake, they did offer to remake but Andrew was fine with the strawberry. The drink itself, according to Tina & Andrew, was not good. Easily make-able at home. I don't have a picture but when you imagine ade, it's supposed to be a well-mixed drink. But the strawberry ade wasn't 'pink'. It was plain soda with some strawberry 'topping' so . ..a rip-off.

So yeah. .. it wasn't the best Korean meal we've had. It's sad this is the only option on the north side. I mean, I guess they're surviving strictly based on that - the ONLY Korean option in the far north. *shrugs*

Probably won't be revisiting.

[wildeschilde]

And finally, my advent calendar comes to an end.

Day 14: Grapefruit • Dragonfruit

This was pink, but clearly got its colour and flavour almost exclusively from the grapefruit. If I didn't know there was dragonfruit in this, I can't say I'd have guessed. Very bitter to my taste.

Day 7: Pear • Cocoa Nibs

This was a nice one to end on. A very mild taste, with token chunks of fruit and a scattering of cocoa nibs. There was a warm undertone of cocoa throughout, infused into the jam.

Would I get this calendar again? Possibly. I really enjoyed having a change from the typical chocolate calendars, and even the most underwhelming of the jams was still very tasty, but this one felt very much like a responsibility. True, I could have eaten them slower, but with as big as the calendar box is, it felt in the way, and it is really the best place to store the little jars, which would otherwise be intrusive in their own way, so I wanted to make sure I wrapped it up by the end of the year. I would like to get more nontraditional advent calendars in the future, so we'll see what next year brings.

I will be giving the empty jars to a young friend who is very creative and does tons of crafts. I've no idea what they plan to do with them, but they seemed very excited by the offer. Very glad the jars will go to probably immediate use!

[miserablecreachur]

cactus, chamomile !

cactus ⇢ something you’re currently learning (about)?

Sadly, right at this very second, I am not actively learning anything new. But look! I asked for some new books for christmas and I'm very excited about both that I asked for. I asked for Mox's book, in which I imagine I will learn many insane facts, and I also asked for Ducks - Two Years In The Oil Sands by Kate Beaton. She make those 'hark, a vagrant!' comics that are very familiar to everyone on the internet. The book is a reflection in comic form on her time in the oil sands working to pay off her student loans, and since the book came out she has been very vocal about environmental racism and the cost the oil sands have on our country, and the world in general. So, I am passively learning more about that!

chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?

It's a cop out to say anything, but I really do love anything. Gifts for me are a sign that someone took the time to do or buy or think of me in some way, and that's always so deeply touching for me. To know that I am thought of and cared for by someone is something that I struggled a lot with in my past so now when it happens it fills my heart three sizes and I get SO excited. More practically, I also like to receive gifts that save me spending money on something! Here are some gifts I asked for this year for christmas to give you an idea: a new laundry basket, loonies for the washing machines in my apartment building, the two books I mentioned (Mox and Ducks), burt's bees lip chap (I like pink grapefruit and mandarin), dried catnip and churu brand cat treats for my cat, and candles from bath and body works (snowy peach berry, sugar plum fairy, and twisted peppermint scents).

[buttons-beads-lace]

Yessssss ok I tried the thing and It Worked so now I can tell you about the knitting project I'm working on!

@the-fisher-queen asked me to make a knitted plush fruit slice (because every thing in our house is lemon slice themed at this point) and I couldn't find a pattern at all like what I wanted, so- I'm designing my own. And I have a bunch of fun ideas and I just got to the point where I can properly test the first one and look at this:

The test is grapefruit-colored because... I don't like grapefruit as much, so it gets to be the guinea pig. But the point is, how did I make those white stitches in between the two pink grapefruit segments? I didn't knit them.

First, I knitted each of those pink triangles separately. Then, I sewed then together with white yarn veeeeery loosely. And Then, I pretended that those loose sewed loops of white yarn were the "ladder" of a dropped stitch that's unravelling, and I "fixed" them.

So now they look exactly like a column of knit stitches. They're slightly raised above the level of the pink pieces, which is what I wanted texture-wise. I'm really happy with how it turned out.

I feel like I can't possibly be the first person to do this, but I've also never seen it before? If this already has a name, I'd love to know what it is.

Process photos under the cut.

I did not do a selvage stitch on the pink pieces, and I sewed them together with a whip stitch through the little bumps left by the yarn wrapping around the edge of the piece. This keeps the edges of the sewn stiches from showing on either side of the column of fake "knit" stitches.

I used a crochet hook to grab each of the sewn stitches and pull it through. At the bottom of the seam, the first sewn stitch got pulled through one of the knit stitches that make up the peel of the grapefruit.

I sewed and then "knitted" a few stitches at a time so that I could adjust the tension.

When I got to the end of the seam, I turned to the wrong side and sewed the two pink pieces together again, tightly, down the back of the seam. Since I'm going to be stuffing this to make a plush toy, I didn't want there to be any visible gaps when the seam is pulled tight.

Anyway I also have like four other ideas for how to knit Citrus Fruit Segments so stay tuned. I'll probably publish the pattern once I have it all ironed out.