#mirin writes

[prideandperdition]

No matter how good life may feel at any particular moment, those moments of insecurity are still gonna creep up on you. Unexpected, most of the time. I was just eating the best scrambled egg I made in ages.

[kumasakka]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 ! ❞

⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. shishiba x reader .

⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. you know his feelings and thoughts like the back of your hand — you know him like the back of your hand even though he doesn't share his thoughts too often.

⋆.˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. ~1.1k words .

⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. reticence - (n.) being quiet and not sharing thoughts easily. fluff. f!reader. established relationship. old married couple trope. reader doesn't use shishiba's name at all (we only know his lastname and as his wife, you'd use his first name). spoiler - free ! safe for minors ! crappy writing. osaragi and shishiba may seem ooc. heavily inspired by my love for yamada-kun at lvl 999.

　“MR. SHISHIBA, aren't you rather putting up with her?”

Osaragi ask with an indifferent expression painting her face as she continued to eat her pork cutlets with rice. The mentioned man looked up from his homemade lunch his black eyes drilling into her skull before sighing out and also continuing to eat without bothering her question, which resulted in her staring at him while he tried to eat his lunch, personally cooked by you, in peace.

"How come you're asking?" at the end, he gave up ignoring her.

"You're eating Gyudon..." she paused, her onyx eyes looking at the box.

Right. He ate Gyudon. What's wrong with that? It was a beef bowl consisting of thinly sliced fatty beef and onions in a lightly sweet mixture of mirin and soy sauce, accompanied by rice with a fried egg. "Aren't there onions in there?" she questioned further and knew damn right that Shishiba disliked onions, to a certain extent that you could even say, he totally hated onions.

"Ah..." he sealed his lips shut again, blinking at the realization.

To be honest, Shishiba doesn't know himself why he ate the lunch, containing onions. He was sure that his tastebuds definitely warned him about that already and despite warning, he continued to eat it. Maybe because it was you who cooked this delicious, to-die-for meal. Maybe it was the sweet smile you gave him while seeing him off. Maybe it was when he noticed that you woke up earlier to prepare him this.

"Because of [name]." he finally answered.

"You've grown soft." Osaragi closed her eyes and stuffed her mouth with the delicious pork cutlets. "Because of [name]..."

"It's mrs. Shishiba for you." he corrected her.

"[name] said I can call her by her first name."

"But I said mrs. Shishiba."

"[name]." a vein popped up on his forehead.

"That's it, I'm not bringing you another lunch cooked by [name]."

"I'm sorry."

While ignoring the pouting Osaragi, the chopsticks wandered to his mouth again. It wasn't that bad, barely being able to taste the onions.

'If I don't eat this up, she won't smile.'

"—Earth to you." it was your voice that snapped him out of his thoughts.

Your hand almost touched his face as you waved it side to side to get his attention with a curious gleam in your eyes. Suddenly, he surprised you by taking your wrist in his hand, his eyes still fixated on your slightly widened ones. "You good?" you asked, a sweatdrop rolling down your cheek and taking a little time to pull yourself together after getting surprised by him.

"Oh." he blinked, letting go of your wrist while hopping that it wouldn't leave any red marks.

"You startled me." you sprayed a small amount of the new perfume you were testing on to your wrist.

"Sorry." the short apology slipped out of his lips as he grabbed your wrist again, this time being more gentle, and took a quick sniff of the new scent you wore.

"I really like this one. How does it smell?" he stared at your smile — the one you always gave him around him.

"Smells like heaven."

He didn't exactly lie. You always good in his perspective. After all, you were the only good thing in his life and you'll continue being that as long as you two live. But truth to be told, the perfume itself was smothering, sweet. In a way that he found it distasteful. So he lied. Shishiba looked up again to see your face, your smile. Yeah. It didn't matter, because it didn't matter at all.

Unexpectedly, the smile faded slightly. "What's wrong?" it didn't sound like it, but his voice was laced with concern. Shishiba wasn't good at showing his feelings and thoughts, so others wouldn't even come up with the idea of him worrying about someone — not like he knew many people, his circle of acquaintances and friends is pretty small, almost nonexisting.

"Nevermind, I'd rather save my money" you said. He didn't understand.

"Let me buy it for you then." he suggested and was about to take one in the packaging, just for you to snatch it from his hand.

"I would rather not." you placed it back to it's place again.

"Why?" he raised an eyebrow at your sudden change of mind, watching you attentively as you turned your back to him to place the perfume to it's original place. "Thought you really wanted that."

"Because I changed my mind." you were a stern face on your face, your back still turned to him before your expression softened. "You didn't really like it."

"I did." the lie came out as if it was second nature of his.

"Don't think I'm that naive." you finally looked at him again with a smile. "I catch on to things like this!"

At the sight of your face, Shishiba couldn't help but return a small smile before you wrapped your arms around his to walk away from the perfume area. "And I would rather keep my natural scent." you admitted, leaning your head against his shoulder. "Ah by the way! Sorry for confusing the two lunch boxes. Did you throw it away or why was it empty when you came home?"

"I ate it."

"Never!" you gasped, looking at him again with a shocked face. "Don't lie!"

"I'm not." he sweatdropped. "I swear on you."

"Hey!" seems like you didn't take it in a good way. But it was all good when you laughed. "Let's cook dinner together."

"Sure." he closed his eyes for a second.

It was a smothering, sweet scent. Your smothering, sweet scent. And not a fake one created by other people. That was the only thing he focused on. Shishiba was the kind of person who'd stay quiet and not share his thoughts with others easily. And even though he was like that with you too, it didn't seem to be a problem. For you already know him like the back of your hand.

AS IF YOU'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR LIFE.

© 2024 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

a/n's note — my lovestory with yamada is so so so good and SWEET, please read it. as soon as I got to the scene, my heart was like doki-doki no joke.

YAMADA AND AKANE FOREVER EHE 🤭

[my-my-my]

Hey, can you write about Aizen being a girl dad and doting on her. Y/n and Aizen being parents and enjoying that parenthood together. The daughter looking like y/n but having similar wits as him.

Ohhh it's been a long time since I wrote Papa Aizen! Thank you for your request!

CW: this is SFW! Also human Aizen because I've been in a mood for him lately!

At his core, Aizen was a man of science and logic. He knew how genetics worked, he understood it at the cellular and molecular level.

Yet it amazed him every time he looked at his daughter, how she was a spitting image of you. The way her eyes lit up when he picked her up from daycare to the way she smiled or even cried – it was, much to Aizen's dismay, uncanny.

Yet even with your looks, your slight mannerisms (she was her own person after all – that much Aizen and you instilled into her), she was a clever little girl. It amused him and unnerved you.

Children are like sponges – he wonders what else she'll learn from him.

Today though, was just a simple grocery store run. You had asked Aizen to pick up a few things for dinner and your daughter politely asked if she could come along. Manners were important to him, and it is again, of no surprise, she learned them as well.

"Oh Aizen-san, your daughter is so well-behaved!"

"I never met such a polite child!"

He would smile and nod, thanking them for the compliments, but he always wondered about her - was she like him? Perceiving the world around them a bit differently from the rest? He noticed she would be a bit more protective of you, almost like he was.

Strangers would joke and tease how she was a “mini” version of you, but close friends and family knew she was more like her dear father.

Nonetheless, a grocery run with his daughter would provide some interesting insights. She was still small enough to sit in the cart, but he asked her (politely of course) if she wanted to sit. She nodded her head, and she became queen of the cart.

“Do you remember what mommy asked for?” Aizen quizzed her. The way she bit her lip and thought about it was so eerily like you.

“Green onions!”

“Excellent, what else?”

“Hmm… toys?”

Aizen chuckled, "no, I don't think that's what mommy asked for."

She pouted, but without missing a beat, "but mommy loves playing with me."

Interesting, Aizen thought, how she was using a fact about you to cover her own interests. An amused look crossed his face. "If I remember what mommy said, she asked for mirin."

His daughter opened her mouth to say something, but nodded along, clapping her hands. As he pushed the cart down the aisles, he would stop to look at different items. Without fail, he would see, in the corner of his eye, his daughter picking up an item with great interest, and trying carefully to place it into the cart without him knowing.

And now they were in the bakery, looking at the selection of cakes, pastries and other baked goods on display.

"Daddy, up please!" She pleaded, stretching her arms overhead. And who was Aizen to say no? He carefully picked her up out of the cart and steadied her. Her eyes lit up at the assortment of goods that laid in front of her.

Aizen walked slightly away, near the fresh breads and feigned interest in the variety of loaves. He watched his daughter pick up a pre-sliced cake piece and again, place it carefully in the cart.

Once she was successful, she quickly turned around and spotted him immediately. Rushing towards him, she clung to Aizen's leg. Without even a thought, he picked her up, "did you see anything interesting?" He asked her.

She shook her head, placing it on his shoulder. He could see she was getting tired.

"Then lets go home then, mommy must be waiting for us."

Aizen placed her back in the cart, but also began removing some of the items she had placed before. He could see her slowly blink, struggling to stay awake. He gently patted her head as she began to doze.

But he kept one item in the cart - the slice of cake. It happened to be your favourite. He wondered if it was because of you, or if she had also begun to enjoy the taste as well. Curiosity filled his mind as to what was going through his daughter's mind when she was picking up each item.

But Aizen knew better than to wake a sleeping toddler. Although his daughter was well-mannered, she was still a child, and he knew better than to start a tantrum.

But she groggily woke up as soon as they reached home.

"Welcome home!" You beamed, as you picked your daughter from Aizen. "And did you get everything I asked for?" You asked her.

She nodded her head vigorously, "we did! I also got you a bunch of stuff, mommy!"

"You did? Why don't you show me?"

Aizen couldn't help but smile at the sight of his daughter leading you to the kitchen as he carried the groceries. The three of you began to unpack, but your daughter was beginning to huff.

"Daddy," she whined, "where's all the stuff?"

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about." Aizen lied, wondering what she would do.

She blinked at him - as if your eyes were staring directly at him. He felt a smidge of guilt but held on to his curiosity.

"I got mommy pretty things." She said, her voice cracking, eyes watering instantly.

You looked at the two of them confused, "oh, you don't have to get me anything!" You cooed at her, picking her up. You nuzzled her cheek to comfort her, as she clung on to you tight.

"Did you mean this?" Aizen asked his daughter, holding the cake slice.

She shot up in your arms, "yes! Mommy's favourite!" She giggled.

"You got this for me?" You asked her, "you're too sweet." You smiled, kissing her on her forehead. “Let’s have it together after dinner.”

Aizen had a slight smirk on his face as he continued to observe his daughter. She seemed pleased with your suggestion.

Dinner came with a show, as you watched with amusement as your daughter tried to shove her food on to Aizen’s plate.

“That’s not very nice dear, food is for eating, not playing with.” You chided her. She pouted as she looked at her mess.

“She’s trying to get me full.” Aizen chuckled. “More cake for the two of you.” He smiled, catching on to what she was doing.

Your daughter’s mouth hung open; eyes wide as she got caught, “nuh uh! Daddy you don’t like cake.”

“I do like cake.” Aizen replied calmly, a smile on his face as he wondered where his daughter would go with this. “I especially like the cake mommy makes.”

“Me too! Mommy makes the best cakes.”

You couldn’t help but smile, “you two flatter me so much, how about we make a cake on the weekend?”

Your daughter nodded her head enthusiastically, clapping.

Once dinner was put away and your daughter cleaned up, you brought out the small slice of cake. You cut a piece for your daughter, feeding it to her, but she only took two bites. Aizen himself, didn’t want much of it. You were also full, leaving the remainder for tomorrow. Although your daughter was full, she was excited, “mommy, when is the weekend?”

“A few more days.” You gently patted her head.

“Can it come sooner? I wanna bake a cake with you and daddy now.” She whined.

It was then Aizen realized, the slice of cake wasn’t what she wanted, but to have the three of you make a cake together. He looked at his daughter, who stared back to him, a small smile on her face.

How amusing, Aizen thought, thinking of what other traps and ideas she would have in store for the two of you.

Thanks for your request! I had an idea based off something that happened between my little sister and dad when she was a toddler, but it was hard to write (and I can't see Aizen at WalMart HAHAHA).

[amoeganism]

instead of osatlas smau for ur 300 what abt i’m cooking witf samu but he doesn’t let mw do shit u pick tho idc 😻😻

MADE WITH LOVE osamu miya

cooking oyakodon with osamu because he loves you <3

written for my 300 followers event!

“I feel like a horny old man watching a stripper right now,” you dreamily sigh as you watch Osamu chop an onion with precise yet swift motions. In less than a minute, the chopped onion was placed into a pan and replaced with a handful of fresh herbs that Kita—his senior and high school volleyball captain���had sent him earlier that day. Beside the chopping board, were bowls of eggs and sauces all prepared for a meal of oyakodon.

“I really wanted to have a special moment cooking for you but you had to make it weird,” your boyfriend complained. You both knew he never found any of your commentary annoying, insulting you was his love language and you relished in the faux criticisms because only someone he felt truly comfortable with would receive such jabs. “I don’t trust you with anything in this kitchen but you can help beat the eggs I already cracked. I know you’ve cracked eggs before but I have a gut feeling you would somehow manage to explode the thing in front of me.”

“Why do you have zero trust in me?” you whined, grabbing a pair of long, wooden chopsticks to beat the small bowl of eggs. In the meantime, Osamu mixed dashi, soy sauce, mirin, and sugar, drizzling the sauces onto the onions in the pan. The two of you basked in the savory aroma, already feeling your stomach rumble for the hearty meal. You push the bowl of beaten eggs toward Osamu, grinning in pride at your work. “The eggs are done! Rate my work, chef.”

“Not bad, chef,” he mused before ruffling your hair and giving you a kiss on the forehead. “That’s all you need to do. Now sit back and wait for the meal to come out.”

With a heart full of warmth, you lie your head on the kitchen island as your boyfriend turns the stove on and stirs the simmering onions. Sizzling sounded through the spacious kitchen when chicken and eggs hit the pan, a cloud of steam rising from the stove, sending the mouth watering scent of oyakodon to you.

“I can’t believe I’m getting the full Onigiri Miya experience at home with the owner as my private chef, all for free too. I’m so spoiled,” you stupidly grin as Osamu laughs.

“Only the most special treatment for my dearest,” he responds. Turning his head toward you, a sparkle glimmers in his round, gray eyes. “It’s only the right thing to do for the person I love.”

guys i love atlas pls follow them they write the cutest stuff ever

[demonslayedher]

The "Umai" Bentou: Gyunabe

A very special edition of Kimetsu Kitchen, recreating the most iconic meal of Kimetsu no Yaiba, one fit to power a Hashira through a night of battle! Good enough to be one's last meal!

As a quick forward, the first official fanbook makes it official that what Rengoku was eating on the train was a gyunabe (beef hot pot) boxed lunch, which is pretty close to a sukiyaki recipe for how it simmers beef in sweetened soy sauce brine. However, sukiyaki is typically eaten with the freshly cooked beef dipped in raw egg, for eggs were also a luxury food back in the Taisho Period commonly associated with Western style restaurant food (they were not commonly used at home until later in the period). Putting some egg in the bentou is part of what elevates it to be especially fancy. Speaking of time period differences, although it is not common now, Taisho Period gyunabe recipes included miso as part of the sweet soy sauce brine.

Thankfully searching in Japanese for keywords like "gyunabe bentou rengoku recipe" yields many results from Japanese fans who were mindful of this difference, so I more or less followed the following recipe. Unlike my usual Kimetsu Kitchen experiments, I'm going to try to write this one in a way you can follow. You can see the visuals in gif form on this post. That being said, I hate cooking, and I may not be a good person to take advice from.

Umai!! Gyunabe Bentou

2 servings, based on a Mizunoto-ranked Corp member's typical serving size

Ingredients:

200g of sliced beef short rib*

1 egg**

1/4 white or yellow onion

1/2 package grilled tofu***

1/4 leek

🔥2 tablespoons sugar

🔥1 tablespoon red miso paste

🔥3 tablespoons soy sauce

🔥3 tablespoons sake

🔥4 tablespoons mirin****

🔥2 tablespoons water

Beni-shoga (pickled ginger), to taste*****

Whatever serving size of white rice your heart desires (Japanese rice recommended, but I am not the rice police)

*Short rib is a fatty cut with lots of cartilage that turns to gelatin when slowly cooked. I prefer lean cuts, so even though it comes out tougher, I used sliced beef round and it turned out just fine.

**I prepared two eggs in case one wouldn't be very photogenic. That turned out to be a good call.

***Grilled tofu, like firm (momen) or silken (kinu), is water-packed and likely available at Asian grocers. However, the vegetarian section of a Western style grocer might only have firm & silken, in which case, go with firm.

****This can be substituted if you can't find it

*****Or totally omitted if you dislike it, can't find it, or otherwise don't mind not totally recreating the bentou

Step 1.

Get your egg(s) boiling. The internet will tell you wiser things than I can about this, but what I did is bring my water to a boil first, and then put in the eggs, submerged by about an inch. I added a splash of vinegar to make them easier to peel later. I set the timer for 10 minutes, but you can pull them sooner for runnier yolks. After that, put the eggs in cold water to stop the cooking. You could also steep the eggs in mentsuyu for half a day if you want, but I didn't bother and just peeled and added them to my brine later.

Step 2.

Get your rice cooking. I added nice clean bamboo charcoal to mine for good luck. I am not the rice police, but I did make sure to wash my rice first and gave it about 15 minutes to soak before I turned on the rice cooker. Because that is what old ladies in Japan tell you to do.

Step 3.

Cut and drain your tofu. To drain it, fold up a bunch of paper towels and set the slices on top, then put more folded paper towels on top of them. If you have flat surfaces like cutting boards to work with, you can put something heavy on top to squeeze out more water and make the tofu slices firmer and easier to work with. Do expect the surrounding area to get very wet--this is why I like to place mine on the bottom of a pan so there is somewhere for the water to flow away from the tofu, but it's not a big deal if your tofu is wet. Since you're only using half a block, you can save the rest of the tofu in water for later use; it's very versatile and packed with protein. Oh, you don't like tofu? I don't think tofu likes you much either.

Step 4.

Cut your onions. For the leeks, give them diagonal cuts, for the yellow or white onion, slicing with the grain will make them milder in flavor because you rupture fewer of of the cell membranes. Speaking of, you know what happens when you rupture those?

Step 5.

Cry. Because you miss Rengoku-san, because you hate cooking, because you are cutting onions. You must press on.

Step 6.

Mix all the ingredients marked with an 🔥. The miso might be a little clumpy, but don't worry about it. Just try to dissolve the sugar. It's a little late to say it, but I don't know if calling this a "brine" is correct. Don't at me. Do you think I cook?

Step 7.

Fry the yellow/white onion slices until almost translucent. Set aside, and clean the pan if you plan on reusing it for the rest of the dish.

Step 8.

Give the 🔥mixture a stir for good measure, and then heat it up over medium heat. Add the beef slices, simmer until heated through. Remove the beef slices, set aside.

Step 9.

Add the onions, leeks, tofu, and eggs to simmer. I just listened to my heart on the timing and wish I would have given the leeks more time and the onions less time, and I can't remember how much time I gave them. I peeled the eggs and put them in whole to give them some color and heat them back up, but maybe that wasn't necessary if you had them soaking in mentsuyu half the day. My tofu behaved. I like tofu and tofu likes me.

Step 10.

Your rice is probably done. Spread it across the bottom of your bentou.

Step 11.

Carefully slice a boiled egg in half. If you fail, try the other one. Select the prettiest half-egg to place in one corner of the bentou. Next to that, place your two prettiest leeks. Next to that, your two prettiest slices of tofu. There should a little space remaining to add your pickled ginger. You probably want to taste this first to decide how much you like it.

Step 12.

Stir back in the meat with the onions, then layer this mixture on top of the rest of the rice. The bentou is complete!

You know the final step to take once you take a bite.

Say it.

[scotianostra]

January 4th 2011 saw Scotland lose one of it’s most talented singer/songwriters when Gerry Rafferty passed away.

Gerry Rafferty came across as a shy, introverted performer, he did little publicity and promotion for his music, preferring to place himself inside the recording studios, and letting the songs speak for themselves.

His introverted ways even went as far as to preferring art work for his albums depriving fans of photos of himself, although ‘Night Owl’ did feature some pics of Gerry in the studio on the LP’s sleeve. He was unlike any 'pop’ artist of the time, Rod Stewart, Elton John, Billy Joel and Paul McCartney were singers whose images were front and centre of their music and fame. Gerry struggled with fame and with alcoholism and depression and the increasingly erratic behaviour they spawned. Perhaps his upbringing didn’t help.

Rafferty was born in Paisley, an unwanted third son. His father, Joseph, was an Irish-born miner. His mother, Mary Skeffington, whose name would provide a Rafferty song title, dragged young Gerry round the streets on Saturday nights so that they would not be at home when his father came back drunk. They would wait outside, in all weathers, until he had fallen asleep, to avoid a beating. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d leave,” Mary told Gerry. Joseph died in 1963, when Gerry was 16.

Alcohol often played a part in Gerry’s songwriting, “One Drink Down”, “Baker Street”, and “Night Owl” at the time of writing these his marriage was struggling, it eventually ended in divorce in 1990 but they had been apart for some time, his ex-wife Carla said: “There was no hope. I would never have left him if there’d been a glimmer of a chance of him recovering.”

In July 2008 while staying in the five-star Westbury Hotel in Mayfair he began a four-day drinking session that left his room extensively damaged. Speaking to The Independent newspaper later, the hotel’s director commented: “It was such a shame. In person, Mr Rafferty was a really nice man, he kept himself to himself and didn’t bother the other guests but he was clearly on a downward spiral. He was in self-destruct mode.”

Conflicting reports and statements from his solicitors included a stay in St Thomas’ Hospital suffering from a chronic liver condition, brought on by heavy drinking, a newspaper reported that the hospital said he had left the hospital leaving all his belongings there and he had been reported missing, this proved to be false and the truth was he was moving from one London hotel to another. During this time, he met Enzina Fuschini, an Italian artist living in Dorset. Rafferty and Fuschini rented a large home together in Upton, near Poole, Fuschini claims she cared for the singer during 2009 and tried to help him overcome his alcoholism, and that he proposed to her at the Ritz Hotel in Paris on Christmas Eve that year.

In November 2010, Rafferty was admitted to the Royal Bournemouth Hospital where he was put on a life-support machine and treated for multiple organ failure. After being taken off life support, Rafferty rallied for a short time, and doctors thought that he might recover. Rafferty died of liver failure at the home of his daughter Martha in Stroud, Gloucestershire, on 4 January 2011.

A requiem mass was held in St Mirins Cathedral in Paisley on January 21st, attended by many politicians, and musical friends through the years, people from all over the world came to Paisley and listened to the mass, a spontaneous round of applause rung out as his coffin was driven away to the towns Woodside Crematorium, Gerry’s ashes were taken to the Holy Island of Iona and scattered, a sad loss to Scotland.

The following year Barbara Dickson Jack Bruce and the Proclaimers joined others along with the Rafferty Family for a tribute performance held Royal Concert Hall in Glasgow.

[tsukimefuku]

Where does your mind drift?

After you and Nanami get stranded trying to get back to Tokyo, you both end up having a chat about your feelings.

Tags: Jujutsu Kaisen, f!reader, light Nanami x reader, implied Higuruma x reader, so much fluff with a little angst.

WC: 1.3K

I was watching PWB's "Crashing" and thought about adapting that dialogue bit for these two fools, that are so obviously in love. This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". A sequence of short stories and random drabbles for a fic I'll eventually write (eventually). To see the ever-growing list of one-shots, please visit my masterlist :) 

Disclaimer: they’re NOT written and posted in chronological order of events. To see where this story fits in the timeline, please check the masterlist mentioned above.

"There is no signal!" Ijichi said, exasperated, holding his phone above his head. You and Nanami sighed, for now you three were completely stranded in the middle of the mountains on your way back to Tokyo. The car made one, two, three, four weird noises, and then it simply stopped, none of you having any idea — or energy, for that matter — to fix whatever the hell was going on under the hood. The day was tiring and gnarly, even if you were happy to accompany Nanami on one mission after so much time. Higuruma was finally starting to take a few missions on his own, and you were back to being by yourself, yet again.

You and Nanami had already pushed the car to the side of the road, and the night was incredibly clear, with the sky covered in stars and moonlight. There was a souvenir you bought — somewhat to Nanami's dismay — that would come in handy soon. Earlier that day, after the mission was finished, you both took a walk while waiting for Ijichi, and you bought a bottle of local mirin. The walk was colored by the typical banter you and Nanami had carved for yourselves over the course of the last year. This day, particularly, Nanami seemed fonder than usual, smiling more often, and actually holding out on some of his harsh matter-of-factly remarks. No complaints, though. You definitely appreciated it. 

"Ijichi, why don't you try walking to the next turn and see if you have any cell reception there?" You said, picking a bottle from a paper bag that was in the backseat.

"I'll try, but I don't have much hope." He responded, as you could see him walking further away. Eventually there were only footsteps. You leaned over on the car and popped the bottle open.

"Are you going to drink it right now?" Nanami asked, also leaning against the car, by your side, taking off his glasses. He put them in his pocket and looked at the sky, and you could see his chiseled face illuminated by the moon. It was a sight, for sure.

"Oh, I'm finished working, and so are you, Nanami," you answered, "so now this is Ijichi's work, and I'm going to relax while we wait. Do you want some, though?" After a big gulp, you extended your arm towards him, holding the bottle of mirin.

Resigned, Nanami grabbed the bottle and sipped on it, slightly scrunching his face at the taste. "Too sweet." He gave you back the bottle, as you had already pulled your phone out and saw the texts you received from Higuruma before cell reception had died. Ever since he started taking a few missions by himself, you missed having him by your side on a daily basis, so you two were texting each other every day.

Higuruma had sent you a picture holding the sunflower you gave him, with the caption I promise I'm taking good care of it. You giggled slightly, biting your lower lip, and Nanami noticed it, discreetly lifting one eyebrow.

"Is that where you're headed after we get to Tokyo?" He asked. His voice sounded a little more judgmental than usual, something you didn't entirely understand, since Nanami and Higuruma were finally getting on good terms with each other.

"No!" You answered, slightly blushing. You took another gulp of mirin and looked down smiling, and embarrassed, since you felt like you had practically been caught red-handed crushing on another man by him. "I mean, I don't know. Don't judge me."

"Unfortunately, I can't promise you that."

You both had been making the banter dance for a while now — a long while — and you both kind of knew already what was probably going on between the two of you. So, you decided to tiptoe around the boundaries of the unsaid, just this once.

"I mean, he's cute" you said, looking straight at Nanami right after, to see what would be his reaction.

"Is that so?" He answered nonchalantly, grabbing the bottle and taking a good second to finally drink from it. You felt this wasn't the most effective probing method, so decided to change your approach.

"Oh, everybody's mind drifts off, sometimes." Chuckling softly, you took the bottle back. "Where does your mind drift?"

You were both staring up to the stars, but for a moment, you felt his eyes on you. As you looked at him, he closed his eyes, lowered his face slightly, and began speaking.

"Are you actually asking me about that? I figured you'd know the answer to that question by now." He clearly had caught up to what you were doing, but this time, you weren't embarrassed. You were, in fact, relieved to be finally talking — even if indirectly — about it. Your heart started to pick up the pace as you got ready to answer.

"Well, I think I do. But, you know-" You said, gazing over at him. "I thought you'd know about it by now, too. Where my mind drifts."

"For the matter of fact, and not to sound arrogant, but I believe I do, too." Nanami replied, gazing back at you. His next question caught you by surprise, though. "Do you ever think about it?"

You stuttered slightly for a moment before answering. "Well, I mean, yeah. More times than not." You admitted. "Do you?"

"Yes." He replied, right off the bat.

Both stood silent for a while, still looking at each other, as you started to speak.

"It would be a bad idea, wouldn't it?" You asked, a little defeated.

Nanami sighed. "Yes, it would be ill-advised." The life of jujutsu sorcerers, where you could die at any moment in time, leaving someone broken and heart broken behind, was usually a lonely one. Both of you knew that very well, haunted by your own losses and ghosts from the past.

You sighed back, and extended your hand in his direction for a handshake. "Partners in crime?"

He pondered for a second, then took your hand and shook it. "Colleagues in arms."

You sighed, yet again, this time breaking eye contact for a moment before looking back at him. "You never give me an inch, do you?"

He held your hand, gaze locked into yours, and you didn't look away. Almost like a dare. You both stayed like that, looking deeply in each other's eyes as Nanami held your hand in a makeshift handshake, rubbing this thumb gently on the back of your hand, and you felt maybe he was giving away some inches without noticing. You were, too.

Unashamed and unembarrassed, you both felt seen. If only that were enough.

He pulled you closer and gently approached his nose to your hair, giving it a sniff. You didn't know, but he adored how your hair always smelled like flowers. He thought this phenomenon seemed supernatural.

Bodies close, you put your hand that was holding the bottle softly over his arm, and he didn't move away, actually holding the back of your arm instead, pulling you even closer, having your face nearly touching the warmth of his neck. This was inebriating, and you could almost feel your head starting to spin, for you, too, loved the woody and warm scent he naturally seemed to have on him all the time. Your hands had not separated since the "handshake", and he squeezed at it, humming softly. 

"Nanami, I-" you stuttered, "is this such a bad idea, though?"

He slid his hand above your arm, your elbow, your shoulder, your neck, gently making his way to hold the back of your head, leaving a trail of heat wherever his touch traveled. Nanami slightly parted his body from yours, and looked you in the eyes — he seemed calm, and yet, divided.

He kissed your forehead and stepped back, letting go of you, while looking away, somewhat disappointed, and resigned. You were slightly confused until you heard it, the frantic footsteps in your direction.

"I got a hold of Jujutsu High!" Ijichi yelled from the other side, tripping his way over back to you both. "They're sending someone to pick us up!"

Oh.

Well, you were a little disappointed now, too.

[cbenvs3000f24]

Unit 07 blog post

Hi all,

To answer the question, “Where is music in nature?” and “Where is nature in music?”, I think there is more than one response. Music in nature can be found, in my opinion, quite literally everywhere. Whether that is the sound of trees rustling on a windy day, birds communicating while flying overhead, waves crashing into each other, or even rain during a heavy thunderstorm. Although this isn't quite like the music we like to listen to on our headphones every day, I find it can still be just as enjoyable. These natural sounds can even inspire the composition of music we hear today. Many different cultures across time have incorporated animal sounds, fire sounds, and many more natural melodies into their own musical traditions. It goes to show that music and nature are intertwined with one another.

Many natural rhythms are influenced by the sound of the sea, wind, and rain, which serves as a reminder of how deeply ingrained nature's melodies are in music. According to the article by Gray et al. (2001), musical sounds observed in nature indicate a connection between any living things, and that this relationship can be understood as a shared language among species. On the other hand, when it comes to music, there is so much more to reflect on when it comes to nature rather than just purely imitating the sounds. Composers often write their music according to the landscapes they see. This includes mountains, lakes, or even a thunderstorm. It can be a way of portraying the place, where the listeners feel themselves there when they are far from it. For songwriters who have enough talent to capture the wide range of feelings, narratives, and visual beauty found in nature and transform them into sound, it can be a constant source of inspiration. For artists, songwriters, and composers, nature is an endless source of inspiration. It offers a variety of feelings, stories, and visual beauty that may be transformed into sounds. Tilden's principles state that interpretative programs that combine art and information can have a profound emotional impact that leads to a sense of connection with nature, which should then inspire responsibility. Incorporating bird melodies into beatboxing is one example of how Ben Mirin uses his skill to capture the sounds of specific species. This gives audiences a new perspective on animals and ecosystems that they might never get to see firsthand.

One song that immediately takes me back to a natural landscape is “Good Days” by SZA. The reasoning for this is that I find the song to be really dreamlike as if I’m walking on a beach at sunset or nighttime. SZA has been one of my favourite artists for a long time so I am definitely also a fan of her voice, in this song specifically. The song is about how even though things might be tough right now, “good days” are coming. I love the meaning of this song because it is a reminder to not be more present and to not focus too much on the things that stress us out in life.

This is a picture I took two summers ago, walking along the beach at around 11pm, listening to "Good Days". I love this picture because even though the quality is not the best, it takes me back to that time when I felt so at peace :)

Thanks for reading!

[saerins]

Girl, you don’t have an idea of how much interesting i found the argument/ angst between Mirin & Sae(? idk only if u want, u think u could give us some “extra” (it can be just a single short post) about them? Like, I think Mirin was A LITTLE right to be mad bc he was practically the love of her life and let’s be honest 😭 it’s heartbreaking that ur first love that promised u everything now is in a arranged married AND ACTUALLY loves his wife😕 idk THEIR ANGST IT’S SO GOOOOODDDDDD😢😭😭😭😭

ok hi nonnie !! lemme preface this by saying i was gonna write a whole part of mirin’s pov but it will just be centred around the same scenes and i don’t think you guys want that haha so here’s some extras for you, some small parallels between sae/mirin and sae/yn :) + my own opinions on them mwahahaha

fun fact: sae fell for mirin first. imagine the rich cold guy awkwardly trying to get closer to her & eventually winning her over because she gets to see all the sides to him that nobody else can.

+ mirin was always cautious with relationships because well, her family’s own personal issues. & sae was always patient with her, always entertaining her little ‘tests’ - think something along the lines of: continuously pushing him away and expecting him to always come back (which is exactly why she acted that way abroad). <- this was obviously very tiring to sae but he always did it, but that was why her dating other people was considered a huge blow to him and honestly made him feel like giving up on her altogether.

would he and mirin have worked out if yn wasn’t in the picture? maybe. a hugeeeeee maybe. pros: if yn wasn’t there, then mirin wouldn’t have acted the way she did and sae would still think the world of her. cons: they had their own issues that weren’t so apparent only because sae is laser-focused on making it work with yn.

would he and mirin work it out IF yn and sae don’t work out? nope. HUGE nope. he finds out she slept with oliver? done deal bye bye <3

also, mirin and sae never made their relationship too public :) they were always sneaking around because mirin wanted it private. aside from their inner circles, to everyone else, the most that they were were rumours.

did sae mean what he said to her back then? absolutely. 100%. it’s the kind of love where he realised “shit what is this fucked up feeling and why am i willingly diving into it?” and she taught him a lot, tbh. a lot of which helped him personally when trying to communicate with yn.

anywho !! i feel that given the context of what happened between sae & mirin - how she insisted on the breakup, dated other people while abroad and both of them naturally drifted (because sae didn’t really have the heart in him to keep trying since it looked like mirin was kinda trying to move on, even if she said in the end after that that she couldn’t forget about him) - for me personally his only fault was not offering her closure when he knew her intentions. that night at the karaoke bar when she was there, he should’ve set things straight (not that it would change much but still 😭).

mirin had a right to be angry - she didn’t get any closure and it’s easy to spiral but she knew he was married. didn’t even bother to ask him why he agreed or nothing and just tried to win him back. in comparison, we have yn who wants to try to understand him, who goes along with what he says because despite now it being sae who’s trying to push her away, she’s still there. despite him knowing she’s a passive person and easily scared, she stands her ground and covers for him even when he’s being an ass. that’s a huge part of the reason why he so easily faltered - fron personal experience he knows it’s not easy.

when sae fell in love with mirin, it felt more of chasing after something seemingly unattainable. it was a new, first love that exposed him to any such feelings. but with yn it was subtle. it was him noticing little things and growing to love them. it was him realising the beauty in trying and understanding yn will be much more of a bigger person than he could ever be. his respect and admiration for his wife grew with each day and that is why ultimately in the end, from sae’s pov, he has to learn to catch up with her in order to be able to give her the kind of love and support she deserves.

[sadfruittheatre]

Loss and Lots of Retcons: The Current State of Affairs and Moving Forward

So, now that things have begun to calm down, I want to talk a little bit more about various retcons and what's going to change, both in terms of this blog and the timeline. This is also a to-do list for me, because I have hella ADHD and get very overwhelmed without some kind of game plan.

So, to get the big thing out of the way, several characters are no longer going to exist and will have never existed. You're going to see the things on this list and go "woah, wait a minute! aren't all these guys like, super important to a bunch of things!?" and the answer is yes, but sometimes things happen in real life that affect the plot and that is just a potential consequence of working in collaboration with other people.

So, the casualties are:

Mara

Flann

Veroa

Kuroza (Fish)

Anzu

Carma and Kone

It's a lot of characters unfortunately, but we still have plenty left.

Cayenne

Bragi

Aneas

Tomor

Eugene

Mirin

Coulie

Dulze

Deeji

Letch

Mille

Mento

The character pages will be updated accordingly.

There will also be some new characters introduced in conjunction to the plot things that have been happening in the background, but I will not be elaborating on all that yet until I iron out this other stuff. But know that I am definitely looking forward to introducing you to these guys and their lovely creators!

But Kateh, I hear you ask, how are you going to have concurrent plot things going on when you have to retcon like, everything??? Well, you see, I'm basically doing my best to keep the overall trajectories of my OCs as close to the same as possible in broad strokes, even if there are different characters involved or some things just didn't happen anymore. Some characters are honestly completely unaffected by this (like Aneas, who wins by staying in his lane and loving his wife). Other characters, namely Bragi, and to a lesser degree, Tomor, need a lot of work done to fix the damage.

As for the art and writing I've uploaded, much of it is probably going to be taken down, because I don't feel comfortable having art up of characters I no longer have the rights to use for a continuity that no longer exists. Some things can be edited in small ways, and if I can salvage it, I will; plenty of other things will stay up, though the context for them is largely going to have to be rewritten to fit the new continuity. I'm definitely bummed that so much of this entire project has to be gutted, but I'm hoping to be able to slowly rebuild things going forward. Honestly not sure if it would be easier to delete and start over, but I'll try to fix things as they are before I do all that.

I do actually have some establishing comics in the works to get us all adjusted to the new vibes, so we can at least look forward to that!

Now, let's talk plot and characters. We've talked a lot about what's lost, but here's what remains.

Now, while there are still a lot of minor details to work out, the broad strokes are as follows:

Bragi's still being sent to Conton City to atone for his stinky boy crimes. However, the big difference now is that for better immersion in the mortal culture, he's staying with a host family, the already overcrowded teacakes house with Dulze and Yamcha. Deeji is his new best friend. #DeejiSupremacy

He's still going to slowly get his shit together until he's forced to confront Aneas and they reconcile. Details are still hella fuzzy as to how that goes down but Aneas and Coulie (and Eugene) remain largely unchanged. Still happily married. #FlowerBudsSupremacy

A lot of the stuff with Mento probably still happened, though the context of Mirin's existence and what led up to Mento's death is gonna have to change wildly to accommodate it. Bragi's existential crisis will definitely have to be adjusted.

The Anzu shit? Didn't happen. Bragi likely remains unstabbed, unless we find another context to stab him in. With that in mind, he's probably going to revert back to his pre-vest design because like, the whole reason for that is because he got stabbed. At least his godtube channel remains alive and shitty. Coulie can still systematically dislike all of his videos.

At the most recent point in the timeline, Bragi's at least a little more willing to open up to people he trusts because Kuroza/Fish isn't there anymore to fuck it up for him by being weird about his trauma. He's still got some trust and vulnerability issues tho.

Tomor needs an overhaul at least in terms of his own trajectory. Part of this is due to the plot things I'm sitting on, part of it is because he lost his comedic foil in the form of Fish. He will definitely continue to cause problems on purpose tho, probably with New!Mento.

The Mento with Mirin goop in her brain is still very much a thing btw. She's so silly and I love her. #MentoSupremacy

Some of this stuff is still subject to change, and whatever does change likely won't be as detailed as it used to be, but we're doing what we can. It's a hot mess right now and it's gonna take a lot of time to fix it, so uh, thanks for bearing with me 👍

[piffany666]

Don't mind me just making a list of all the fan fics I want to write by the end of this summer (first ever fan fics)

Redacted - One wolf's trash is another vamps treasure - sweetheart helps tank get rid of their old stuff from when they where with Quinn and gives it to bright eyes

GBA - Love (death) doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints - darling gose to visit the guardian and the guardian points out to mak and darling that they are JUST like magrios and them (this takes place before the latest episode and is inspired by an RP that was made by me and darlin' Collins - I'll be tagging them in it) and yes the title IS a Hamilton reference

GBA - symphonies of the mist - one shots of when the guardian was hanging out with Mirin and zeds grandparents

Redacted - Mr bright eyes - bright eyes one shots

I will probably edit this if I remember anything I forgot to put here~

Edits: GBA - the children of the stars - an au where arkov/paradise has siblings and they all meet with the crew of the Hercules *chaos ensues*

Steven universe - The loyalty of a pearl - a fan fiction heavily inspired by triplexes animatics and the pearl plus au but instead of both pearl and pink pearl being in love with rose pink pearl is in love with pearl

Redacted - honey not vinegar- guy and honey are invited to angels wedding (on account of angel and guy being siblings) and as it turns out tank and honey know each other but that was before we'll....

[teddybeartoji]

RUSHING HERE SOOOO FUCKING FAST tho perhaps i am too late … TAT did anyone beat me to it . MIRIN WITHHHH heaven sent + moonlight + sunlight + polaroid please <3333333 jumping up and down and kicking my feet ……….

ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT WOULDN'T BE ME IF I WASN'T A MILLION YEARS LATE NOW WOULD ITTTTT😭😭 regardless . i am here and so is rin (he is standing behind me) aaand i'm about to talk your ears off so get ready hehehehehe

heaven sent ৻ꪆ how did you and your lover meet?

ok so obviously i couldn't go with the original idea bc me and sae are not friends actually BUUUUUUUUUUUUT . we do still meet through a friend hehehehe bachira my beloved bachira our darling cupid<33333333333 the scenario still stays the same as we once talked - that it was bachira's bday and he had a little party at his place and so obviously i came to visit bc we're bonded together always no matter whether we're in a relationship or not aaaaand so i come in and i'm all omgg happy birthdayyy:3333333 hugging and kissing his cheek and rin was just side-eyeing me from across the room bc we were being loud😭😭😭😭😭

anyway it took us a while to even be in the same space properly just bc he was trying to avoid interactions with everybody lmao he was just sitting in the living room with some other ppl who were playing a video game aaaaaaaaaaaand eventually i was drawn to it too bc omg! i know that game!!!!! and so i ended up sitting RIGHT next to him on the couch hgsagdhgassahgdhgsa it's funny bc i wasn't gonna sit there since it was him and some other guy and i didn't wanna squeeze myself between them but then the other guy was like wtf just come and sit down it's fine. i looked to rin too bc well look i am Well-Mannered alright i needed to know that he's fine with me sitting there too and he just nodded and scooched over a little

i was the one who spoke up first (obviously) and it wasn't anything crazy i just asked whether he's rin bc well bachira has talked abt him and then we (i) started talking about video games and i think this was how i truly Seduced him like heeeey emo boy i know a bunch of horror games in fact i have played a lot of them AND i am relatively good at them i ALSO know about soccer and the shining do you want to be my boyfriend now:33333

we didn't actually change numbers just yet bc well he's... how he is but unfortunately for him i was seared into his mind after that party and he had no other option than to just hope that we'll meet again (if you were to assume he'd ever make the first move in any way shape or form i fear you are horribly mistaken)(but that's okay i am fine with taking the lead hehehehe)

moonlight ৻ꪆ what does a perfect friday night look like for the two of you?

THE CINEMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i try to drag him there at least once a week nyehehehe yk to a point . he's also a little pretentious fuck but he will keep his opinions to himself when i've already said that i like the movie unlike some other.. blorbos . he might huff and puff every once in a while but overall he does whatever i want:333333333

i know the question said "A" perfect night but another thing we really like to do is just . being in the same room togther. i know we're sooo so romantic hgasdghshgdagshdghas no but what i mean is that we're both in the living room, i'm writing on the laptop and he's playing a game and that's literally just it. i mostly ramble to myself like i don't really expect him to listen bc he's obviously focusing on smth else but then i end up asking smth like 'ohh what did i wanna add here' very mindlessly and he just tells me exactly what i wanted to add there ghsadghsaghdghas he's a very good listener he picks up every single little thing i say even when i'm not necessarily talking with him and eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee it makes me melt okay . anyway yeah basically we just really love parallel play lmao

sunlight ৻ꪆ what does a perfect saturday morning look like for the two of you?

step one. he stares at me while i pretend to still be asleep . hgsdasfdsagdgasffg no but he does stay in bed with me for a long time and i loveeee ittt!!!!!! he usually goes running in the mornings but on the weekends he stays with meee:333333

step two. after we get out of bed he jumps into the shower while i face my face and brush my teeth and then i just wait for him to finish so i can help him blowdry his hair and everything hehehehe

this is him after the shower btw

STEP THREE. ANYWAY AND THEN WE GO AND FIND OURSELVES SMTH TO EAT!!!!!! i'm probably talking his ears off as i make the coffee meanwhile he's making us eggs (bc sporty boy needs his protein yk). we take everything slow and it just feels so good to know that we have the day completely to ourselves and that he doesn't have to go and tussle with other sweaty men smhhh

and step four . we watch each other eat (freaks)

aand step five. we get all comfy on the couch and play video games together hehehhee this is a true loser x loser love stroy okay........ tbh a lot of the time it's him watching ME play which i thought was very interesting at first bc he definitely likes to play too but he just always lets me go first and when i try to give him the controller like hey let's switch he just says i can keep on going i'm pretty sure that's just an excuse to stare at me.......... (<333333333)

polaroid ৻ꪆ what’s your favorite picture of them? what’s their favorite picture of you?

HE ONCE FELL ASLEEP WITH HIS FACE BURIED INTO MY HOODIE AND IT WAS SOOO SWEEETTTTTTTT:(((((((((( i had just left it on the couch and while he's not one to take a lot of naps (it's a very rare sight) he did just end up dozing off while i was doing i don't know what. he had the hoodie under his head and he was just kind of nuzzling into it ari it was so fucking cute and so i obviously had to take a pic of him hehehehhee

rin didn't take any pics before i came along lmao i am now forcing him to do it i want him to send me pics of himself when i miss him and wtf who is he to say no???????? they're always a bit silly like the angle is a bit weird and they're a bit blurry and shaky bc he's just not used to taking them but i love them so fucking much okay i treasure them all i save literally every pic he sends me

i'm rambling abt smth irrelevant to the question but i need you to know that he sends me pics of stray cats:333333333 this popped into my head and i can't stop thinking abt it he won't even say anything he just randomly sends me a pic of a cat and iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii love him okay the fact that seeing a cat makes him think of me is so sweet:((((((((((((

ANYWAY . his favourite pic of me is one that is one that i took of us together!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's a very very simple mirror pic it's literally just us in our pj's, he's wearing a headband he's doing his skincare and i'm just leaning to his side but he loves it a lot<333333333333 told me to send it to him with dusted pink cheeks lmao he's the cutest ever

selfship asks:3333

[aoki553]

>>> hi! my name's alex! this is my main blog! 🖥️

about me: i'm 22 years old and i go by they/them pronouns! i speak polish and english (learning japanese). i love my gf ♡, video games and silly anime characters! asou shuuichi-sensei's manga is my special interest. i enjoy computers, coding (sometimes) and mid 2000s consumer tech! i draw and write ((sometimes)).

this blog is primarly about saiki kusuo no Ψ nan, but because i don't like posting in multiple places at once, some of my other interests also show up here ( 〃▽〃) (stuff like metal gear and obscure visual novels for example) ALSO i'm a lesbian fujoshi so be aware of that - youre gonna see The Gays™ here. a lot of it.

one of my biggest flexes is popularizing makokuu in the west <3 GOD BLESS KAERUNO KANKO THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE IN THE MAKOKUU NATION GRGGAAHHH

If buying isn’t owning, piracy isn’t stealing

i do commissions! status: open. [>click here for my prices<]

my dni? none. just dont be rude or under 16, please. i block freely, sometimes over dumb things, dont take it personally. FUB free. i can't stand ignorance and toxicity

links: ao3 - spacehey - my neocities website - backloggd - vndb - anilist

tags: #alex rambles - #art - #saiki reread

other things: asoublog - mirin-group - terusiblings-ask

>my saiki shipping chart< - Full Guide to Saiki Kusuo no Psi Nan and Asou Shuuichi's works - I'll Be Yours and You'll Be Mine fic reupload

> teruhashi makoto appearances

not gonna do a face reveal but this is kinda what i look like

jk this is actually me:

[snkts]

[ META ] + snacks ( shrug emoji i just enjoy reading fun headcanons about super srs angry eyebrows muses )

♢      —        send  [ META ] + a word / phrase / person / etc  and i will write a head  canon around it. || ACCEPTING

Okay, first and foremost, a lot of people think Logan has never eaten a vegetable in his life. This is ridiculous. This man loves Japan. He’s lived there for stretches of years. He can absolutely fuck up some seaweed. Hell, he can go through packs and packs of it in one sitting. And while yes, he is closer to an obligate carnivore than a true omnivore thanks to his mutation, he still mostly keeps himself to a healthy diet. It’s better for his healing factor - it’d work regardless of what he eats, but high-protein, high-nutrient diets make it even faster - and he just likes the variety. Like I’ve said before, all of Logan’s senses are heightened, including taste. Sometimes he likes junk food, but too much grease in his diet makes his mouth taste weird. Especially after a workout. If it's hot or he's JUST finished working out, Logan is more likely to snack on fruit or a lighter meat like fish. 

He also really likes green tea flavoured things. He's not big on sweet things, but he likes green tea pastries and he's even had some green tea chocolate bars before. The Kit Kats aren’t bad. 

And jerky! Logan really likes jerky. He prefers the chunks of jerky to jerky sticks - he likes sinking his teeth into them more. He says it ‘feels better’. His absolute favourite brand is McSweeney’s, with his go-toes being the Cracked Black Pepper, Montreal Steak Spice, or Fiery Habanero flavours. Another reason he likes jerky is that it’s chewy, and it’s another way for him to satisfy his oral fixation. You’d think he’d go with chewing gum, but, no. That’s too sticky, and too sweet - most times artificially so. He doesn’t like it. (He does, however, like chewing spruce gum or spruce needles, especially if he’s out in the woods. That’s a MUCH better taste and mouth feel.) 

Overall, Logan prefers salty or savoury flavours to sweet. He also generally leans towards healthier snacks and high-protein foods when he can. He also snacks a lot. Like, a lot. He burns a lot of calories in his day to day, and he needs to get that back. There are fruit bowls throughout the mansion that he’ll pick from, and the kitchens that he’ll browse through when he needs. He also has a mini fridge in his room, as well as a sealed tupperware of snacks on one of his shelf. (It’s more of a snack matryoshka, as the tupperware has smaller tupperwares to both sort and preserve the different nonperishables he keeps.) Jerky, seaweed packets, trail mix, dried fruit, and yes, chips, power bars, and other such things are the regular suspects. At least one jar of good green tea. There’s also usually a bottle of good whiskey - Canadian, of course - on the higher shelf, too. In the fridge, he’ll keep some fruit, maybe some vegetables (carrot sticks are another good thing to chew on), some sodas (as I said before, cherry Coke and Dr. Pepper are his favourites), some beers, maybe some leftovers if he cooked something for himself and doesn’t trust the communal fridge, and, most importantly, some cooking ingredients he brings back from Japan and doesn’t want to share. Good-quality chili oil, sesame oil, miso, soy sauce, mirin, that kind of thing. He used to keep them in the main fridge, but they started vanishing much faster than he used them. So now they’re off-limits. 

As a final note, if he has pockets in his outfit, he has some kind of snack on him - probably jerky or a power bar. You know he loves you if he offers to share.

[denpazarashi]

☆*:.｡. Intro (＾ｰ^) .｡.:*☆

Hi Tumblr! I'm Lyla, a US-based linguistics major and J-idol fanatic ☆

I created this blog specifically to practice my translation skills as well as to hopefully introduce other English speakers to some lesser-known idol groups! My dream job is to become an interpreter and/or translator; I've been learning Japanese for 11 years and Spanish for 10 (writing that feels so unreal)!! However, textbooks can really only go so far and I have many hurdles in my language learning journey to overcome. That being said, as I'm still learning, please don't hesitate to let me know if anything is inaccurate!

Now, it's time for the fun part: Getting to know my favorite idols!

Idol Oshi: Mirin Furukawa, Eimi Naruse, Hina Takasaki, the rest of all the former and current Dempagumi.inc members, Eri Tada, Julia An, Ririka Kodama, (BONUS) → Maria Sashide (Technically a seiyuu but an idol seiyuu ✌︎('ω'✌︎ ))

Favorite Groups: Dempagumi.inc, BIGANGEL, Niji no Conquistador, Appare!, Cho Tokimeki Sendenbu, Wasuta, Meme Tokyo, Rirunede, iLiFE!

If anyone has any group recommendations similar to these, I would love to check them out! (But no amount of new groups will fill the hole in my heart that will form when Dempagumi is gone （ ; ; ）)

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Quick "what the fuck ever's left over, wing it" rice bowl thing which turned out really good so I'm writing it down:

Like 200g pork mince

1 carrot (cubed), 2 spring onions (sliced, probably more if you have more than 2 in the fridge), 4 cloves garlic (minced), generous teaspoon of jarred minced ginger, 1 fresh chili (thin sliced), some black pepper

half a star of crushed star anise, like a teaspoon of cinnamon, like 2 teaspoons hot chili flakes

Like idk Some light soy sauce, idk like a splash of shaoxing wine, idk like a drizzle of mirin (why both? mood of it), like... 2-3 teaspoons szechuan pepper oil

Fry pork mince, add black pepper + star anise + cinnamon, splash of soy sauce, until browned.

Add ginger, whites of spring onions, garlic, fresh chili until flavour exists

add shaoxing wing, mirin, another splash of soy suace, chilli flakes, carrots, cook until carrots are cooked but not mush.

Add greens of spring onions for like 30 seconds, serve over rice. serves one person who didn't have lunch. I'd describe it as mild-spice but flavourful.