#currying function

[fagulaa]

im a grown ass man and im coming up with wolf 359 ocs. dont look at me

[7fff00]

one of those 'extremely grateful for jarred indian sauces you can stick a protein and some veg into and eat over rice' sort of nights

[chinko-kun]

Y'all should have smacked the cola from my miniature pony hands because this bitch is WIRED.

[qtplatypus]

[quibbs126]

I miss Poffins, I’d like it if the games brought back a similar mechanic

I mean I know that the recent games have had curry and sandwich making, but I liked specifically making these foods with berries, it makes me want to get more berries and see what flavor they are. Oh wait, curry also had berries that you put in them. Well I don’t know, I guess I liked them being made of fruit, whereas the berry in curry only determines the flavor. And that they were small snacks instead of full meals

But also, I liked how Pokémon had their preferences as to which Poffins they liked. And I remember playing a lot of the Contests when I was younger, which is what Poffins were for

Maybe I just want Pokémon Contests to come back, and as a result, the foods you make for your Pokémon come back as well. I don’t know. But I like Poffins and I want more of that. But not like, exactly that, just similar

[saywhat-politics]

I’ve worked for the Washington Post since 2008 as an editorial cartoonist. I have had editorial feedback and productive conversations—and some differences—about cartoons I have submitted for publication, but in all that time I’ve never had a cartoon killed because of who or what I chose to aim my pen at. Until now.

The cartoon that was killed criticizes the billionaire tech and media chief executives who have been doing their best to curry favor with incoming President-elect Trump. There have been multiple articles recently about these men with lucrative government contracts and an interest in eliminating regulations making their way to Mar-a-lago. The group in the cartoon included Mark Zuckerberg/Facebook & Meta founder and CEO, Sam Altman/AI CEO, Patrick Soon-Shiong/LA Times publisher, the Walt Disney Company/ABC News, and Jeff Bezos/Washington Post owner.

[seungcheorry]

it's the silent dates that gets hansol to feel the most comfortable around you. he loves going to the theaters with you, walking around the city and stuff, but honestly? he falls a little bit more in love with you everytime you ask him 'can we stay home this time?'.

so right now, he's in heaven - hansol has you laying on him, head resting on his shoulder as he plays a game on his phone and you scroll through social media on yours. it's peaceful, and it's quiet, and it's everything he needs for a sunday night.

as hansol finishes yet another round of his game, he checks the time and-

"oh, i didn't see time flying by, what the fuck?"

"yeah, it's almost 10pm", you bite back a yawn.

"you should probably go home, right?"

at that, you drop your phone and look up at him. i mean, what? what was he talking about?

"i- wh- are you kicking me out?", your furrowed brows make hansol chuckle.

"of course not", he pats your head. "but tomorrow is monday and you said you had a big day at work because of that new project. your boss won't be around to help you, right? you said you would start earlier on monday, and that you would try to rest as much as you could. and, i mean, you could totally sleep here with me - you know i don't mind -, but you always say that it's far from your office and you didn't bring your lunch box with you, did you? you could order something tomorrow, or just grab anything you want from my fridge, but i only have like kimchi and curry left, i would never make you have spicy food as lunch in your office when you can't handle it that well. oh, we could do fried rice and-"

"babe, i get it", you put a finger on his lips, laughing. "you're observant and you know how i function, i get it."

hansol laughs too, taking your finger from his lips and caressing your hand.

"i just don't want you to think that i don't want you here, because i do."

"i know", you smile, feeling as loved as you could. "i know you do."

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[locally-normal]

Great example of an operation that's not associative, like how (a^b)^c isn't a^(b^c) (actually that's the same example!). We just picked a standard order for how to parenthesize ->, and everyone who uses it knows it, including you, evidently. No big deal. It is weird though.

You're right about argument order, god made tensoring symmetric monoidal and language designers shouldn't take away our natural symmetries. Keeping track of symmetries like that is what compilers are for. That said, this isn't currying's fault, sometimes you really want to put in one argument and get back a function, being able to do so is lovely.

a two-argument function is the same thing as a function which spits out a one-argument function.

[maximumzombiecreator]

Since I've had a few people asking about megadungeon stuff recently, and I am an avowed megadungeon megafan, I thought it might be fun to walk through an actual example of megadungeon play that exemplifies what I like best about it.

This post is going to be the first in a series talking about a room from a megadungeon that I ran over 20 years ago (brushing past that fact quickly lest the horrors set in.) It was a major room, probably the most complex and important in the dungeon, and the players passed through it frequently throughout the campaign. In this post I'll introduce you to the room, and then in later posts I'll talk about what it does well and how to use that lesson more generally. Below the cut is a reproduction of the map as I remember it.

Without getting into The Lore too deeply, some dwarves accidentally dug into hell, as one does. Classic trope, nothing wrong with using them. They quite sensibly shut the mine down and sealed if off, but word got out. A human king heard about this, and took over the mine, expanding it into a temple complex to curry favour / barter with hell. It went badly, as such things do.

This concourse connects several wings of the dungeon, spanning several floors. An enormous devil face statue emerges from the northern wall, above the second floor balcony and below the fourth, and a column of light shines through a hole in the ceiling onto the center of the floor. Several floors of balconies overlook the chamber, though the stairs to the fourth floor balcony have long since collapsed.

This chamber was not too far from the main entrance, with the party first encountering it on their second delve into the dungeon, though it would take two more delves for them to gather the courage to enter it. At the time they first encountered it, it was swarming with imps and other little devils worshipping the big face.

I'll summarize the key:

A. Hallway from the Entry Chambers, the first and easiest section of the dungeon.

B. Doorway to the Pilgrim's City.

C. Doorway to the Unholiest of Unholies. Sealed and warded against simple spells.

D. Doorway to the Old Dwarven Quarters.

E. Doorway to the Nobles' Section. Barred from the far side.

F. Portcullis to the Pilgrim's City. The mechanism has rusted out and no longer functions.

G. Doorway to the Halls of the Clergy.

H. Doorway from the King's Inner Sanctum.

I. Doorway to the Archive.

J. Doorway to the King's Inner Sanctum, locked.

K. Doorway to The Indulgences.

Stairway from floor 1 to floor 2.

Light from the hole in the ceiling.

Broken stairs from floor 2 to floor 4.

Big ole devil face. Its eyes are a one-way illusion, allowing anyone within the face to view the room below.

Okay that's a lot, thanks for sticking it out. While I don't want to wander too far off topic into the rest of the dungeon, I'll just briefly note that the Pilgrim's City and Old Dwarven Quarters are easier sections of the dungeon, the Nobles Section and Halls of the Clergy are slightly more difficult, the King's Inner Sanctum, Archive, and Indulgences are very dangerous, and the Unholiest of Unholies is, as one might expect, where the worst things (and best loot) in the dungeon are. This was 2nd edition AD&D, so there was not a presumption of fights being balanced, and traipsing through more dangerous sections of the dungeon at lower levels wasn't uncommon. The players also understood the varying levels of danger fairly implicitly, since the custom at the time was that any time you went a level further away from whatever the ground floor was, things got more dangerous. The only exception to this is the Unholiest of Unholies and I think we can agree that when it's beyond a magically sealed door under a giant devil head the danger is telegraphed.

Next post I'll start talking about what made this room work so well in practice.

[writerasss]

Planets in the Second House and Your Food Choices: What Astrology Says About Your Appetite

The second house in astrology isn't just about money, values, and possessions—it's the celestial kitchen of your chart. This house governs your mouth, taste, and what feeds your soul through food. When planets take residence here, they flavor your eating habits, cravings, and even how emotionally connected you are to food.

So, what does your cosmic recipe say about you?

Sun in the Second House: The Royal Eater

The Sun here craves food that feels grand. Think rich, traditional dishes, bold spices, and warm, golden flavors. People with this placement often have pride in their food choices maybe even a little snobbery. They gravitate toward cuisines that make them feel like royalty at the dinner table.

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Moon in the Second House: The Comfort Craver

This is the emotional eater. With the Moon here, food is love, nostalgia, and therapy. These people lean into soft, creamy, home-cooked meals dishes like kheer, mashed potatoes, or milk-based desserts. They eat with their heart and often turn to food when moods fluctuate.

Mercury in the Second House: The Snack Connoisseur

Fast talkers, fast eaters. Mercury in this house loves light, crunchy, and quick foods sandwiches, wraps, finger foods. These people are curious about flavors and often enjoy experimenting or talking about what’s on their plate. Grazing > big meals.

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Venus in the Second House: The Pleasure Seeker

Food is an art form to Venus in the second house. Presentation matters. Taste matters. Texture matters. These individuals gravitate toward luxurious, sweet, and beautifully plated meals. Expect an obsession with desserts, wine, and all things decadent.

Mars in the Second House: The Spice Fiend

Aggressive, intense, and never shy about flavour. Mars brings the fire spicy, meaty, bold dishes that dominate their menu. Think grilled meats, hot curries, and anything that kicks hard. Mars natives often eat fast and with purpose, sometimes even competitively.

Jupiter in the Second House: The Indulgent Explorer

When Jupiter sits here, there’s a love for abundance and variety. This placement leads to a deep appreciation for different cuisines big platters, feasts, and buffets. While their appetite for food is expansive, so is their waistline if they don’t watch that indulgence.

Saturn in the Second House: The Restrained Realist

Minimalist and disciplined, Saturn here creates a reserved palate. These individuals prefer simple, traditional, sometimes even bland food. Eating can be mechanical or health-conscious, and they may follow strict dietary routines or fast out of discipline.

Rahu in the Second House: The Obsessive Adventurer

Rahu is intense, unconventional, and often addicted to extremes. This placement loves foreign, exotic, or synthetic foods. Think instant noodles, processed snacks, and fusion experiments. There’s often a tendency toward bingeing or an over-dependence on specific tastes.

Ketu in the Second House: The Detached Diner

Ketu is all about withdrawal. Here, it can lead to irregular eating, disinterest in food, or spiritual dietary habits. These natives may fast frequently or forget to eat altogether. When they do eat, it’s minimalistic, clean, or sattvic more for function than pleasure.

[bearsspace]

The punk kiddos arriving to the function 🙏

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Yes I know it's not the cleanest, sorryyyy, but I really liked it, also, can you sense i was again STRUGGLING but now with the space? I can't take my big ahh sketchbook everywhere and now I'm taking this little notebook, supposedly Wybie from "Coraline" and Mike from "TMNT" were also going to be here, but yeah, there was no space, at least for me, anyways, that's it.

Hope you like it! XOXO ♥

P.s: I just wanna thank to all the people that has been giving my Duke design so much love, he is really special to me and seeing that you like the way I portray him it means a lot to me, love y'all.

[brutal-nemesis]

yippeee thank you troy

Favorite color: blood red she's so pretty mmmmhmmm

Last song: Arbitrage by Modern Alibi is rotating in my head rn it's vaguely whumpy which is always good

Currently reading: catching up on the Go! Go! Loser Ranger! manga to where it is in the anime cuz that series is gripping me atm. Also reading the weekly updates of And Another Lovely Day on webtoon it's a comic about two aroace coworkers who mistakenly think the other person might be in love with them but eventually sort it out. Would def recommend to any of my fellow aroaces out there, or even just aros, cuz it explores the perception of romance and crushes in society a lot and trying to navigate that when you don't experience it 10/10

Currently watching: a bunch of anime and youtube, uhhhh...today's shoutout will be How To Become Ordinary for its amazing characters, animation, and way to make the most mundane seeming mysteries and conversations super gripping

Currently craving: tbh i just want to not feel dizzy i am craving Health. And Japanese curry.

Coffee or tea: FUCK THOSE i want hot chocolate or fun soda. hot chocolate sounds better rn tho

tagging uuhhhhhhh whoever my brain is full of cotton balls. tell me about yourself sit down across from me share your vibes you know you want to

thanks for the tag @jumpywhumpywriter (in this post)!

fav colour: blue-- but specifically ocean blue, light hitting the waves and all

last song: Dreaming About You by the blackbyrds

currently reading: its more like last read for me, because I haven't read for fun in a long time- a collection of Simone Weil's letters, forget the title idk

currently watching: rewatching lotr

currently craving: a cigarette (but im quitting so not an option) or another tattoo

coffee or tea: oooh i enjoy both, coffee in the morning and then tea whenever I can (I feel like a middle aged herbalist who needs tea to "settle their nerves") but they both hold such a dear place in my heart. If I absolutely had to choose, it'd be coffee, simply because if I need to feel awake, then I'm chugging that caffeine

tagging: @brutal-nemesis, @kira-the-whump-enthusiast, @another-whump-sideblog and @justlikeotherchemists

[freyito]

hello hello!!! may i order an idia flavored curry rice plz?? blinks cutely) ty!!

✭ pairing(s): idia shroud x gn reader

★ in which: idia is WAY too confident that he can out miku you.

✩ curry rice black forest cake w/ idia shroud!

✦ entry for my 1k follower event, Freyito's Maid Cafe! check out the link to figure out how to send an order!!

✧ a/n: ykw anon. im so glad you changed your mind because this gave me SUCH a banger idea that i couldnt go to sleep cause i was writing it out in my head. teehee :)

🗒 cw: gn reader, ffxiv sneak, just embarrassed idia :3, not proofread

✎ wc: 2.7k

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It was late at night, and you had been on call with Idia. He was grinding out materials for some new transmog that had dropped in his game, and cursing the drop rates. You, on the other hand, were grinding out Project Diva Mega Mix for no particular reason. You had just made up your mind that you wanted to full combo some extra songs, and now you were hellbent on doing so. Plus, it provided some nice background music for Idia and his grind sesh.

By now, you had two songs finished and full cleared (albeit, with 97% accuracy), and you were working on your third, Sweet Devil. You already had four failed runs, your hands were starting to cramp a bit, and Idia’s smart remarks weren’t helping you. Not to mention, you always found the mvs distracting. Too much happening in the background while you were trying to focus on the notes.

You slump back in your chair with a huff as you watch the small word ‘safe’ pop up and interrupt your combo. You watch for just a moment as the symbols fly past on the screen, a barrage of ‘miss’es following shortly after. You finally exit the mv, balling your hands into a fist and then stretching out your fingers.

“I thought you were, like, a god at rhythm games,” Idia chides. You can hear the smile through his mic.

“Well sometimes it takes a couple tries,” You sigh, shaking your head. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure it does,” He chuckles. When you look at his stream, he’s finished up running maps and his character is now toiling away by the marketboard. “I bet I could do it.”

You raise your eyebrow, though he can’t see it. “Hm, what’s the stakes?”

“We need stakes?”

“You’re insulting my integrity as a rhythm game player. I want there to be a deal.”

A silence follows your voice, but you can hear him shift back in his chair. “Okay. What do you want to bet, then?”

Hm. You yourself don’t know exactly what you want if you win. Maybe you could get some gil off of him in game, but that didn’t feel like enough. You look around your room, before spotting something rather intriguing. It was a forgotten purchase, a pastel pink maid dress. It was rather cheap material, but still served its function. You were sure if you looked for them, you’d find the rest of the pieces…

“Loser wears a maid dress,” You declare triumphantly. “I got one in my closet.”

“... I, uh, don’t wanna ask why you have that,” He mumbles, “But I guess I accept. It’d be pretty nice to see you in a maid dress, heh…”

“Don’t act like you’ve already won. You haven’t even opened the game yet.”

“Yeah, yeah, just lemme put this up on the marketboard and I’ll get on the game…”

You lean back, content to wait and give your hands a bit of a break. You can’t help but smirk at not only making Idia eat his words, but seeing him in a maid dress would make you… quite happy, to say the least. The light pink would pair well with his hair and– you have to stop yourself there. You’d rather not distract yourself any further, nor allow yourself to get cocky. You can’t get ahead of yourself, or else you risk losing perhaps the most precious award you could ever have. 

“Okay. I’m on. Which song was it again?” Idia finally speaks up. When you look back at his stream, he’s ended it.

“Sweet Devil– Hey, you should stream your screen,” You point out, tabbing back into your game.

“I’m getting to itttt,” He drags the last letter, like it was too much work, as if he had not streamed his games every time you two called.

You watch as the ‘stream has ended’ switches to his screen, scrolling through the songs before landing on sweet devil. He changes difficulties to extreme, then waits for a moment, like he’s expecting you to say something. You decide to mess with him a little bit, staying silent a little longer.

“I’m waiting,” He groans, and you can almost hear his eyes roll. “I know you’re watching. I heard the little viewer noise.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You chuckle, “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Idia doesn’t even grace you with a ‘go’, or anything of the sort, simply starting the song, following your words. You scramble to tab back into the game, quickly selecting the song. 

The song and mv start up, and soon after the notes come in. You do your best to focus, to try and block out the MV, the bright pink lights of Miku’s room and Miku herself made it hard to follow the notes, especially with how fast they were. Still, you find your rhythm relatively easily, considering you knew the song and charting by heart. Normally, you’d be super conscious about the progress bar beneath the screen, checking to make sure you were well above the ‘excellent’, marker. However, you were too determined to focus. And unfortunately, that would be too much of a distraction. You don't even focus on if your hits are 'good' or 'excellent'.

The hold notes scare you the most, considering you always end up slipping up on them, somehow. Either that, or you don’t hold them for long enough and panic when you can just press the other buttons on your keyboard. You tell yourself, over and over again, in your mind, that you can just use the other set of keys. You have to. You can’t risk allowing Idia to have any sort of edge on you.

Three minutes feels like five, or even ten. Idia has been far too quiet during this, not even muttering something under his breath. You feel grateful for a moment, if you heard anything on his side, you’d probably mess up. Maybe you could mess him up. Yes. No. Ugh, if you did, you’d probably mess yourself up, too. And if you had messed him up, he’d complain and call for a redo. You would rather never play this song again, to be honest.

Just as your fingers start to tingle– a result of adrenaline, for some reason–, the word ‘success’ comes up. Behind the notes, Miku turns her little devil tail into a spear and throws it as a planet. You do your best not to celebrate too early, still having to go through with the last couple seconds of the song. You were just happy to have nailed the challenge time, more than happy. 

After the last couple of notes, you’re able to lean back and relax. For a moment. When the ‘clear’ screen comes up, you feel your heart jump at the percentage. 101.53%. You look over at Idia’s stream and can’t help but laugh. 99.07%.

“No,” He utters weakly, with an agony in his voice you have never heard before. He doesn’t say anything else.

“Yes,” You feel maniacal, an odd elation spreading through your chest. You don’t even exit the game, hopping out of your chair. “You stay right there.”

You pull the dress from your closet, listening to Idia frantically call for Ortho from your headphones. The rest of what he says is unintelligible, given the distance between you and your headphones as you rummage through drawers to find the rest of the costume. You find the cuffs, stockings, and even a headband with cat ears. It’s a little bent, but you’d fix it on the way.

Hurriedly, you stuffed the costume into a bag, grabbing your phone and turning on the flashlight. Slinging the bag over your shoulder and rushing out of your house. You keep your flashlight pointed at the ground so you don’t trip, running as fast as you can to the Hall of Mirrors. Like it is a high-stakes situation, time is precious. If you can’t make it to Ignihyde’s dorms soon, then you will never see Idia in a maid dress, even if you won the bet.

The minute you reach the Hall of Mirrors, you practically throw yourself through Ignihyde’s mirrors, scrambling through the halls with harsh breaths. Your heavy footsteps echo through the halls as you make your way up the steps and to Idia’s room, clutching the strap of your bag. Ortho is there, in front of Idia’s door, opening it just a crack.

Seeing you, the boy lights up, smiling at you from underneath his mask. “Oh, hey, Idia. They’re here!”

“Nooo!” Idia squeals, and you can what him scrambling from his chair to close the door.

You shove your foot into the crack of the door just as Idia tries to open it. He uses more force than he means to, squeeze your foot slightly. You don’t emote, despite how much it hurts. Which scares Idia. But you don’t care. You won the bet. And he needs to pay up. Ortho stares blankly, trying to figure out what has Idia acting this way, before scolding his brother.

“That’s mean! You shouldn’t try to shut your partner out, especially like that!” 

Idia shrinks back a little. It’s clear that Ortho doesn’t know what has you on such a warpath, and you are quite happy with that. Finally, you smile a little, opening the door with your other hand. 

“Ortho…” Idia murmurs, turning his gaze away from you and his brother. “We’re gonna, uhm, game all night. Just us two. So, uh, you should get some sleep.”

He sounds utterly defeated, and Ortho remains none the wiser as to what you were about to subject poor Idia too.

“Huh? But you called me here?” Ortho tilts his head, raising an eyebrow.

“I-I didn’t mean it– er, It was a mistake,” 

“... Okay! I’ll leave you two be. Have fun!”

And with that, Ortho hovers away, happy to leave his brother in your hands. By then, Idia knows he’s lost. You take a step in, handing him the bag with the dress and accessories in it. You don’t even speak to him, feeling a bit too giddy about your win, and prize.

“Uhm… can you at least stay out there, while I get changed?” His voice is shy, understandably so. 

“If you lock yourself in there, I’ll get Ortho to break it down,” You place your hands on your hips, in an attempt to seem confident.

“He wouldn’t do that.”

He’s right, you were well aware that your threat was kind of empty. But there’s no way you were going to let him get away.

“Then I’ll get those Heartslabyul first years to kick the door down.”

He lets out a small ‘eep’ at this, frowning. “Okay, okay, I won’t lock the door. Fine. You win.”

He doesn’t allow you any time to reply, taking the back and closing the door all too quickly. You can hear him shuffling about and the clothes rustling, and you feel your stomach flip-flop with nerves. You fidget with your hands and turn your back to the door, pretending like you actually didn’t care all that much so that Idia could get dressed faster, like that would work. You cross your arms, tapping your fingers against your biceps while you wait.

After a while, you hear the door crack behind you, and you turn around way too excitedly. He barely peeks through, giving you a look akin to a pleading puppy. He didn’t open the door all the way, insistent that you had to slip in through the crack, in case any one else would look out and see him. He’d rather save himself the embarrassment.

Finally squeezing through the door, he shuts it quickly. You, on the other hand, are greeted with a sight. His entire face is red, the tips of his hair flickering a bright pink as he looks away in embarrassment. The dress is a little short for him, so he clutches to the hem of the skirt and pulls it down a little. The pink worked well with his hair and his skin, just like you thought. It’s cliche, one of the dresses that was copy pasted from all those maid animes and what not. But still, you think it fit well.

“This is so cheap,” Idia complains, tilting his head up. “Okay. I dressed up. Can you go now so I can get back in my pajamas?”

You realize he’s missing something. The cat ears.

“No. No, I’m not leaving until you put the cat ears on.” You state simply, looking around for where they are.

He grimaces, deflating even more. “Please no. I think I might die. Actually, I’m going to die. Right now.”

“I won the bet fair and square, it’s not my fault. Where are they, Idia.” You speak with such a stern voice, it almost scares him. He finally, hesitantly, points to his chair, his grimace deepening as he looks back at you. “Put. Them. On.”

He groans, turning around and grabbing the cat ears. He gives you one last look, begging you to just let him go. Maybe you’re being a little too sadistic, but c’mon, Idia in a maid dress. That’s it. You plan to make the most of it. Slowly, he lifts the headband over his head, then lowers it down. Now you have your own Idia cat maid in front of you. You can’t help but smile, absolutely jubilant to see this poor man wearing such a cute dress.

“Okay. Can you go now, please,” He pleads once more, bringing a hand up to his face.

“Can I at least take a picture?” You hold up your phone.

“N-no! Please, no. I’m already at my lowest point, don’t have to kick me while I’m down…”

“Okay, okay,” You decide to finally allow him some mercy, “I won’t. But… I don’t think this image is ever leaving my head any time soon.”

He sighs and shakes his head, avoiding your gaze. But he doesn’t reply. Well, that won’t do. You decide to come up with a quick excuse to stay.

“Well, I ran all the way here, in the dark, it’d suck if you sent me back,” You try to play it cool, tilting your head a little and looking up through your lashes at him. This earns you a deeper blush.

“Stop it,” He huffs, turning his head. Met with his set up, he realizes you two are technically still on call. And he finds his way out. “Your pc is on, you know.”

“Huh.”

“It’s on. You’re still in call.” He points to his monitor.

Your blind blanks for a minute, before you panic a little. You would like to stay and see if you can get him to stay in the maid dress for a little longer, but at the same time, you’d rather not blow out the power supply of your pc. That thing is too damn expensive. And you love it too much.

“Okay. Bye.” You huff briskly, turning on your heels and waiting for the door open before running back down to the mirror that connected the Ignihyde dorms to the Hall of Mirrors.

Idia yelps as the door slides open fully, stepping back and pressing himself against the wall so no one would see. Like anyone else was up at this time. He listens to you rush down the hallway, before letting out a breath. Once the door is shut all the way, he’s quick to wriggle out of the dress, throwing the cat ears, cuffs, and stockings (which ended up ripping a bit) to the corner of his room.

Almost breaking the zipper, he yanks it down on the back of his dress and throws it alongside the scattered recipes, before staring intently at it. Why couldn’t you have just waited for him to undress and take it back? He didn’t want these god forsaken items here. In his room. That reminded him of you. That’s like the cheesiest romantic thing couples do! And in this fashion, perhaps even cringey! He wants to burn it, so bad. Or throw it out. But what if someone somehow finds it in the trash? And then they link it back to him? That’d be the worst scenario. The absolute worst.

He continues to stare at it for a minute, before reaching for his pajamas that were hanging off the back of his chair. Fine. He’ll leave the stupid costume alone for now. Perhaps it’d come in handy one day. Give you a taste of your own medicine… or something.

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[p5-apotelesma]

thinking of how rens terrible eating habits heavily impact his performance in the metaverse in the beginning. how often ren would pass out or feel like passing out when first starting as a phantom thief because his diet does NOT make up for how much energy hes using in the metaverse (even if the metaverse lets you do feats you wouldnt be able to do irl)

ryuji and ann and mona are like AAA ARE YOU OKAY and ren is like. uhhh yeah. my bad. gimme a minute. like. he faints at least TWICE going through kamoshidas palace and they have to leave so ann and ryuji can FEED HIM.

ANN: oh my god, oh my god, ren— how many fingers am i holding up?? REN: seven RYUJI: are you in pain anywhere?? shit!! what do we do?? MORGANA: stop crowding them! RYUJI: dude!! he just fainted!! REN: guys, im fine this happens a lot RYUJI: BRO?? what? ANN: Hello?? REN: well it... used to? when i was a kid MORGANA: w—were you sick? are you sick?? REN: need to eat. MORGANA: you— (we dont have time to unpack that) youre hungry? now? right now? REN: sure ANN: when was the last time you ate?! REN: lunch. bread. had cup noodles last night. RYUJI: oh. dude, your blood sugars so low youre tripping over it. REN: heh,, my bad ANN: geez, okay, we’re leaving right now! and we’re gonna take you out to eat! REN: oh. uhh RYUJI: seconded. and youre bringing home all the leftovers REN: um MORGANA: joker, you wont object to sushi, will you? can we get sushi? RYUJI: taking the opportunity to satiate your tuna addiction even now?! MORGANA: shuddup! i’m his greatest motivator! you want them to take all the leftovers or not? (he’ll feel less guilty about being spoiled if he can use it to spoil me!) REN: eheheheh hahahaha! EVERYONE: ? REN: sorry, im fine (wipes his eyes from laughing. also he’s genuinely kinda emotional cause he has people who love him so much) yeah, we can go. im ready… MORGANA: yes!!

ryuji and ann (and many of the others going forward) carry snacks on them specifically because ren forgets theyre a human being with a body that needs fuel to function.

both him and yusuke are disasters in this aspect. yusuke is no stranger to collapsing because he hasnt eaten enough. futaba also forgets they need to eat too cause their hyperfocus goes crazy. and goro also skips meals a lot.

ren has a job by the time they start madarames palace, i think? so at least he has more spending money so he can buy food for himself. and also sojiro is AWARE by this point that rens parents did, in fact, NOT send them to tokyo with a budget. so he's feeding ren every morning now rather than some mornings. he's allowing ren to touch the kitchen. use some beans and curry ingredients. and eat leftover curry. and he occasionally brings takeout home for him. (when futaba asks for takeout and he figures he should buy ren some too)

but sometimes. ren does. still. indeed. forget to fucking eat. hes running around doing all these things and has so much on his mind. so busy and goal focused on being team leader and helping others (unconsciously avoiding his own pain by doing so) that of course his autistic ass isnt. capable of that extra bit of processing when it comes to. his own needs. (and his needs never had a place at the table growing up. ofc hes completely detached from them)

years of dysfunctional eating cant be undone completely within just one year. (especially with ren going BACK to the environment that fostered those habits in the first place in the end.) they get better but theyll never not be just a bit dysfunctional. but being allowed to use the kitchen and being given a safe space where he feel like he wont be judged or attacked when he does it, has them going out of their way to try new things. to learn. to cook for their friends and they really really enjoy doing it.

rens eating habits improve in part through his own desire to provide food for his team. to support his other friends whose habits are also not that great. and as a show of love and gratitude for everyone taking care of him. this is also why ren spoils morgana so much. because this cat is constantly reminding ren to rest and take their time and eat.

[gabessquishytum]

Hob is happy serving up good food and feeding people comfort food from his truck -- he's not looking to be famous; Dream is a Michelin star judge who stumbles upon his truck and loves his food.

Dream is used to liking small portion tasting menus with ingredients sourced from yurts or dug up during an irregular moon cycle. Comfort food that "sticks to your bones" is not what Dream eats, even when he needs comfort!

Dream stumbles on this food truck when he gets lost looking for his car after having a forgettable meal at the hot new speakeasy concept that recently opened.

Eating/tasting is a job and Dream is so tired of his function. So when he hears music and people having fun, Dream figures he can at least ask someone where he is and/or get his bearings. What he see when he rounds the corner are people queued up at a funky painted food truck -- laughing, joking?! with someone who is making his food safety hair net look good, and happily eating. The smell hits Dream in the face -- it's so good.

When Dream makes it to the counter, he forgets that he needs directions, hot chef hairnet, is so pretty - engaging smile, the stereotypical tattoos on his forearms, soft doe eyes -- Dream is momentarily speechless. When the chef ask him what he wants, Dream says surprise me (the same Dream who always has a plan when he's eating for his job); he gets a roguish smile and a wink,,,,, and falls a little in love.

Then he tries the food he's handed falls all the way in love.

Oh, this hit me right in the soft spot!! Absolutely love it.

I can so imagine Dream being used to those nouveau cuisine dishes where you get like, a sliver of horseradish, one grain of rice and a sauce made from gold leaf. He thinks that he likes it, that he's reasonably content. But he's never looked at one of those kind of plates and smiled. Not the way he's smiling at the loaded paper plate Hot Hair Net chef just gave him.

He sits a little way from the truck and eats, slowly, carefully. There's pilau rice, delicious curry, veggies that are clearly fresh. Its warm and filling, and Dream can't quite finish it all. But he's still smiling.

And he still doesn't know where his car is. So he goes to the counter again. The gorgeous chef seems to be packing up for the day and he positively beams at Dream. "Back already? I was hoping I'd get a chance to feed you up, but I didn't think it'd be so soon."

Dream blushes and asks for directions, and Hob says that if Dream can wait a minute, he'll walk there with him. His car is over that way too. While Hob packs up, Dream dares to ask about his ingredients, and Hob absolutely lights up while he talks about where he sources his fresh stuff, how much he values his suppliers, and how excited he is to keep building his business. He's got dreams of a restaurant someday, although he dearly loves his truck - maybe he'll do both!

By the time Hob helps him find his car, Dream is absolutely ready to give his heart and soul over on a paper plate. There are spices zinging on his tongue, and Hob has taken off his hair net to reveal an adorable, sexy little man-bun. He's got measuring spoon tattoos on his hands. Dream wants him.

He's back the next day. And the next. He's driving out of his way to get to Hob. Nothing else tastes good. And when he finally, shyly asks if Hob would like to come over for dinner sometime, Hob lights up. "It's about time you cooked for me! I'd love it. And... I'll bring dessert."

When Hob winks at Dream this time, he follows it up with a kiss on the cheek. And Dream’s not hungry anymore. He's just thirsty 😉

[breelandwalker]

Dead Man's Dust

Intent: For preventing spirits from following you home.

Ingredients:

1 pt Chili Pepper (any type)

1 pt Salt

1 pt Basil

1 pt Garlic Powder

1⁄2 pt Dill

1⁄2 pt Lemon Peel

Optional: Add a pinch of Curry or Cumin for extra oomph.

Note: Powdered versions of most herbs are available online. I recommend Starwest Botanicals and Penn Herbs for quality products at reasonable prices. Also, if you can get your hands on a good electric spice grinder, you can make your own powder from dried herb products. If you don't have premade powdered herbs, grind each ingredient separately to produce fine powder. Sieve the material through the mesh strainer into the collection dish; this removes the larger unground pieces and gives you cleaner powdered herb. (Pro-Tip: Putting a funnel under the mesh strainer reduces lost material and makes collection much easier.)

Combine the component powders in the collection dish, mix well, and bottle immediately. Label with the name, date, and ingredients for future reference.

This powder performs one of the functions of Banishing Powder, but with special attention to warding off pesky ghosts. After visiting historical or haunted locations, or any time you feel spooked while walking home, sprinkle a palmful of powder on the ground and scrape your feet on it (as if you were wiping off dirt) to keep anything ghostly from following you home. Take three steps backward and spit toward the powder, then continue on your way.

For extra protection, toss a pinch of Banishing Powder, Threshold Powder, or Black Salt over your doorstep when you get home.

Note: For safety's sake, make sure you never cast this powder into the wind and wash your hands after use. Leftover particles on your skin can cause pain and irritation if they come into contact with your eyes or breathing passages.

-adapted from Pestlework: A Book of Magical Powders & Oils, (c) 2017 by Bree NicGarran

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