#potat writes back

[skzoologist]

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Niki get off the computer.

[panickedforcefield]

*sips at drink*

ah yes. Forgot about sinday. Whats tomorrow again? *has forgotten everything*

[putellas14]

Mapi- "Go to sleep, I will not leave you alone."

content warning: R is a war time reporter assigned to Ukraine

It had been five months since you'd been home. Your job as a journalist for one of the largest news outlets in Spain had sent you to Ukraine to cover the war. The assignment wasn't officially over but they were pulling you out over growing safety concerns. Although you were desperately scared, you didn't want to go home yet. There was still so much news to cover and if you went home, then no one from Spain would be left there to report on what was happening.

They had arranged transport for you the day after notifying you. Which had left you very little time to finish documenting everything you needed for the story you were writing. You worked all night, meeting with different officials and witnesses. And by the morning, you felt mildly confident that you had enough information to write your next piece.

You knew it was nowhere near sufficient, though. All the Ukranian people would be left behind with no option to evacuate with you. And that was something that had begun causing you heartache as soon as you'd read the email you were going home.

The plane ride home was one of the longest flights you'd ever been on. Everyone was completely silent, lost in their own heads processing the last five months and trying to figure out what comes next. Processing how they would return to normal life.

Your team rode in a bus to the office. It was the middle of the work day but your boss had told you all to go home and get some rest.

Your heart started beating a little faster when you saw the familiar car in the lot. And the brunette leaning back against it, arms folded. You'd texted Maria this morning to let her know you'd made it on the plane and you'd see her at home after her training was over. Frowning, you looked down at yourself. Your clothes were wrinkled and hadn't been washed in a few days. You hair was an absolute mess. You smelled slightly from the flight.

But when she spotted you through the window of the bus and smiled brightly up at you, none of that mattered. You waited impatiently to get off the bus. Crossing to her quickly, you collapsed against her, your arms tight around her neck.

"Welcome home, my love," she whispered into your neck.

"I missed you," you said before kissing her. Leaning back, you ran a hand through her hair. "I like your hair."

"Let's get you home," she added. She kissed your cheek before bending down for your bag.

At home, you ate a snack, marveling at how amazing it tasted before passing out on the bed. In month two, your hotel had been bombed and since then, you'd been sleeping on a broken cot in a crowded basement with a bunch of other reporters, never sure when your next substantial meal would come.

It was dark outside when you awoke. Maria had laid a sweater at the foot of the bed for you. Smiling at it, you pulled it on, appreciating her thoughtfulness. It was something small but it meant a lot to you.

You found her in the living room, playing with one of the three cats the two of you had adopted last year. "He's gotten so big," you said after watching her from the doorway for a minute.

She looked up at you, smiling. "How was your sleep?" She held her hand out to you.

"Weird to sleep in a bed," you answered, crossing the room to take her hand and sit down on the floor. "It's going to take some getting used to." The black cat crawled up into your lap. "Hola, mi gordito," you whispered, giving him pets.

"They missed you. They'd wait at the front door after I came in, hoping you'd come in behind me."

"That's really sweet," you said. Leaning down, you kissed the top of the cat's head. You snuggled him close for a few minutes before he jumped out of her arms to curl at your feet.

Mapi watched the entire interaction with soft eyes. She'd missed you. Your presence. Your scent. Your loving nature. Even with all the cats, the house had seemed empty. Clearing her throat, she said, "I've got the potatoes boiling. Figured I'd make your favorites for dinner. Probably been a while since you've eaten any of them."

"Thank you, amor."

"I was thinking about getting a run in before we eat. Do you want to come?"

You felt awful but a run would help. You couldn't remember the last time you had been on a run for exercise. Your boss had essentially forbidden leaving for anything non-work related. "I might be a little slow to keep up with you," you admitted shyly.

"You set the pace, babe," she said, reaching over to take your hand. "I'll run with you."

You squeezed her hand and gave her a small smile, grateful to have someone next to you that was as sweet as Maria. And she was true to her word. During the run if her stride starting getting too long, she pulled herself back. She always let you lead.

And in the shower afterwards, she let you lead the slow dance to relearn each other's bodies.

You were quiet through dinner, Mapi knew it. But she filled the space. She let you be as quiet as you needed to be. She gave you everything that you needed that night. She held you on the couch afterwards, running her hands slowly through your hair. The tv was on low in the corner. She whispered sweet words in your ears and made sure you knew how missed you had been. Your emotions got the better of you at one point and tears had filled your eyes. You tried to hide them but she saw and gave you soft kisses in response.

Everything was fine until it was time for bed. Until you laid down in bed and she turned out the light. The dark. The dark was the worst time over there. During the day, you could see. More people were around. At night, it was dark. You were alone. Even in a roomful of people, you were alone.

You were shaking when she got into bed. "Babe." She touched your arm. "What's the matter?"

"I." You grabbed onto her hand. "Can you just hold me?" She laid down, putting her arm around your waist. "Tighter. I need to feel you here."

She pulled you closer to her, keeping a hard grip on you. "Go to sleep, baby. I won't leave you alone." She kissed the top of your head and snuggled into you. "I love you."

"Love you," you muttered into her, slowly relaxing into sleep.

[ptergwen]

whattt about going to the bar with your friend nathan works at and he tries so hard to get your attention by showing tricks and telling you random facts at the most random times while talking to your friends and he eventually convinces you to go home with him :)

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warnings: mentions of drinking and suggestiveness

a/n: i’m having way too much fun writing for nate y’all keep the requests coming! also sorry for the wait i had a little writer’s block again but it passed lmfhdjsj i hope you enjoy

it’s a typical night at the bar for nathan.

mix boujee drinks for customers with money to spare, make small talk with coworkers to pass the time. he enjoys his job, and he’s damn good at it. not many bartenders can pull off the tricks he does or tell you the history of drinks while concocting them. it’s a skill. it gets him extra tips, too. but as much as he enjoys his job, it’s predictable.

it’s a typical night at the bar for nathan until you walk in.

you instantly catch his attention in the little dress and strappy heels you wear. your smile when you laugh at something your friend says, accentuated by your lipstick, stops him in the middle of pouring someone a drink.

tonight just got interesting.

nathan absentmindedly pours the drink into the glass, eyes glued to you. you’re making your way up to the bar. the customer he’s serving has to pull the glass away before it overflows. they leave the bar with their drink, muttering a complaint under their breath.

that leaves an open stool open at the bar, and you take it. your friend stands beside you. nathan dries his hands off with a rag and throws it over his shoulder, looking between you and your friend.

“evening, ladies. what can i get you?”

“vodka soda lime, please.”

“i’ll have the same.”

nathan raises a brow at you, grabbing the glasses to make your drinks.

“lemme see your ID?”

you get it from your wallet and show it to him. he reads it over while cleaning out one of the glasses.

“y/n y/l/n.”

“and you are?”

“nathan, nathan drake. could i call ya y/n/n?”

“only if i can call you nate.”

nathan grins and sets down the cleaned glasses.

“call me anything you want.”

a smile tugs at your lips. your friend scoffs.

“you could put away your ID now. i just wanted to get your name.”

“how about asking instead of carding her?”

“yeah, nate. how about asking?”

you lean your chin in your hand, looking up at him through your lashes.

“i think the former was much smoother, y/n/n. don’t you? besides, it’s policy.”

nathan meets your eyes. there’s something between the two of you, you both feel it, but your friend interrupts again.

“what’s the status on our drinks?”

“coming right up, ladies.”

you smile fully at him, then break off into conversation with your friend. nate starts your drinks.

he gathers a shaker and bottles of vodka and club soda. you see him swing the vodka behind his head from the corner of your eye. intrigued, you turn to watch him. he flips the shaker in the air with one hand and catches it with another. a laugh of disbelief leaves your lips.

he’d hoped that trick would impress you. it’s always a fan favorite.

nate sends you a smirk from across the bar counter. you’re about to say something when your friend grabs your arm, making you turn back towards her. you continue your conversation while nate gets back to work on your drinks.

he scoops ice into the shaker and pours in vodka, then shakes and pours the chilled vodka into the glasses. he tops them off with club soda, lime juice, and a slice of lime in each glass for garnish. he slides the glasses towards you two.

“two vodka soda limes. enjoy.”

you trace a finger around the rim of your glass, lips forming a smirk.

“we will. thanks, nate.”

“yeah, thanks. let’s go, y/n/n.”

your friend picks up her drink and leaves the counter. you start to follow, but nate speaks up.

“vodka’s made with some pretty weird additives, y’know. fermented fruits, grains, sometimes even potatoes.”

“potatoes?”

“gives it a richer flavor.”

you squint at your drink.

“is this one made with potatoes?”

“nah, not too many brands use that method. only three percent of vodkas worldwide.“

“really?”

“really. go ahead, try it.”

you tentatively sniff your drink before deciding to take a sip. you hum in satisfaction, licking your shimmery lips when you’re done.

“whatcha think?”

“it’s good.”

“just good?”

nathan crosses his arms, tilting his head to the side. you sip some more of your drink, eyes locked with his.

“really good.”

you suck on the lime. nate watches your lips.

“could i get ya another?”

“i should find my friend. i’ll be back later, though.”

“that’s too bad, my shift’s just about over.”

“aw, i don’t want you to go. i like you and your fun facts.”

nate rests his elbows on the counter and lowers his head so it’s level with yours.

“you could come with me. i’ve got plenty more where those came from.”

“i dunno, i can’t leave my friend.”

“i think she’ll be alright.”

nathan nods out at the crowd. she’s right in the center, dancing with a group of girls. you shake your head lightheartedly.

“tell you what. if you’re worried, i could ask someone to keep an eye on her.”

“you wanna take me home that bad, huh?”

“isn’t it obvious?”

you laugh and push at nate’s arm.

“your friend’s kind of a cock block, anyway.”

“oh, totally. but now that you’ve got me alone, what do you wanna do with me, nate?”

nathan tosses aside the towel that’s over his shoulder.

“i’ll get us a ride.”

tags: @hollandsangel @parkerctrl @inthegetawaycarwithtaylah

[burningvelvet]

On this day, 189 years ago: 16-year-old Emily Brontë and 14-year-old Anne Brontë write a diary entry:

November the 24

1834 Monday

Emily Jane Brontë

Anne Brontë

I fed Rainbow, Diamond Snowflake Jasper pheasant this morning. Branwell went down to Mr. Driver's and brought news that Sir Robert Peel was going to be invited to stand for Leeds. Anne and I have been peeling apples for Charlotte to make us an apple pudding and for Aunt nuts and apples. Charlotte said she made puddings perfectly and she was of a quick but limited intellect. Taby said just now Come Anne pilloputate (i.e. pill a potato). Aunt has come into the kitchen just now and said where are your feet Anne? Anne answered On the floor Aunt. papa opened the parlour door and gave Branwell a letter saying here Branwell read this and show it to your Aunt and Charlotte – The Gondals are discovering the interior of Gaaldine, Sally Mosley is washing in the back kitchen.

It is past Twelve o'clock. Anne and I have not tidied ourselves, done our bedwork or done our lessons and we want to go out to play. We are going to have for Dinner Boiled Beef, Turnips, potatoes and applepudding. The Kitchin is in a very untidy state. Anne and I have not done our music exercise which consists of b major. Taby said on my putting a pen in her face Ya pitter pottering there instead of pilling a potate. I answered O Dear, O Dear, O dear I will directly. With that I get up, take a knife and begin pilling (finished) pilling the potatoes. Papa going to walk. Mr. Sunderland expected.

        Anne and I say I wonder what we shall be like and what we shall be and where we shall be if all goes on well in the year 1874 – in which year I shall be in my 54th year Anne will be going in her 55th year Branwell will be going in his 58th year And Charlotte in her 59th year hoping we shall all be well at that time we close our paper

Emily and Anne

November the 24 1834

[loife1m]

Google, what should I do when I’m bored? ~ snake of death

Death. The end of every living organism's life.

Life. The existence of a living organism and what distinguishes it from another soul.

Soul. What connects her sisters and herself, an unbreakable bond that can never be severed, making them family.

Family. The potatoes, her parents, her brother, her friends.

Friends. People who make your life worth living, to go to when you're bored.

Bored. What she was feeling right now.

Mini pushed herself away from her desk. She looked down to her phone, on which she googled for things to do when you were bored.

9) Play the word game: write down the first word that comes to your mind and define what it means to you. The word it ends with will be your next word and the game goes on.

Well that didn't work, try again google.

10) hang out with a partner.

Mini sighed. Was google roasting her right now?

She tried to call up the potatoes, one by one.

"Sorry, min. You and Rudy should have fun though, he called me two minutes ago because he was bor-" Aru started, before a ring interrupted her. 

It was Rudy.

"Kay, go have fun. Love you!" Aru hung up.

"Hi" She spoke.

"Hey" Rudy whispered.

"Rudy, why are you whispering?"

"I'm around my brothers, if they found out I'm talking to the Mini Kapoor Mercado Lopez right now, they'd explode in jealousy. Then I'd get in trouble"

She laughed. "That's physically not possible, Rudy"

"What, the jealousy? Because if so-"

"No, the exploding part" Mini got up. "Listen. Are you free? I'm kinda bored-"

"Be right there. Wait, where are we going?"

"Ice-cream Sunday? Just come over, I'll take you there"

"Okay"

Mini brushed her hair and then went downstairs. Now, to get past the ultimate enemy.

Her brother.

She snuck past the kitchen. All good so far, just-

"Whoa whoa there, little lady. Where do you think you're going?" Mini winced.

'You won a whole war, yet you can't even sneak past the kitchen?' She internally scolded herself.

"Um you know. Meeting with a friend" Mini spoke nervously, twirling her shoulder-chin length hair.

"Is she Aru?"

"Yes?"

"No? Okay then, Brynne?"

"Um, yeah, both of them-"

"No? What about Aiden?"

"Um, the potat-"

"Oh. Is it him" something in her brother's head clicked. 'Crap'

"Hmm. Be back by 7" Her brother turned away. "Non-negotiable, if you come back at 7:01 you have to clean my room for a week"

"Got it! Love you!" She ran past. 'Gotta be back by 7. Cleaning his room is a serious hazard to hygiene and my health. As well as mental health"

She bumped into someone's chest. "Huh-oh hey. My dark benevolent queen, sup"

"Oh. Rudy?"

"Don't act so disappointed. You're the one who told me to come here" He put his hands on her shoulders to steady her.

"Sorry, yeah. You're right"

"Alright, let's go have some fun!"

They talked and laughed as they walked. Ever since the final battle, Mini hadn't really been sure of her feelings. It was really mixed, and it got to the point where she didn't want to date at all.

But now, she was definitely sure.

They had their ice cream and walked back. 

"That was a fun da-" Rudy stopped mid sentence and looked at her for confirmation.

"Date" Mini nodded.

"Yeah, and um, it would be great if we could have, you know" Rudy stopped as he fumbled for words. Mini smiled and turned toward him a couple feet ahead. He finished "More. Dates, I mean"

"Yeah. Of course"

"Really! Does that mean we're like, together"

"Yep"

"A thing?"

"Mhm"

"An item?"

"Yes, Rudy. You are my boyfriend"

He walked up to level with her. "Just wanted to hear you say it"

He held out his hand and she took it.

Huh. Maybe Google wasn't actually roasting her after all.

Maybe it was a sign from the universe to get them together. Or that they were made for each other.

And gods, they definitely were.

[jimmymcgools]

I’ve been re-reading Eighty-Six Years. And I just wanted to think you again for giving us season 7 of BCS. #canon 🙏

💕

HELLO POTATES!!!! you are too lovely as always!! you are so very welcome it was my absolutely pleasure to write that and thank YOU for reading it and for still coming back almost a year later! holy heck!

[becomingbts]

Time Heals (sometimes) - 18

Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates, who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights, the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she had believed to be broken.

Social Media Part

Pairings: Y/N (fem) x OT7

Genre: Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series, NSFW.  

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Warnings: Strong language, mention of death, and near-death experience, (Y/N) talking for the first time to Namjoon. Please read the thesis before the social media, otherwise their conversation won’t make a lot of sense!

NOTE: SO HERE IT FINALLY IS! It took me a while to figure out how to write the research paper, and then some time to muster the motivation, haha. I’ll be trying to go back to bi-weekly updates! I can’t promise anything but I should have slightly more time to write from now on. I really hope you enjoy this chapter! It’s finally here, the first confrontation between (Y/N) and Namjoon. I hope you’ll like it! Take well care everyone, feedback is warmly welcomed, as always!

Part 17 - here - Part 19

Please read the thesis before the social media, otherwise their conversation won’t make a lot of sense :   https://docs.google.com/document/d/1CBKzCmwKO8hmDH7sBPwTCTCp3TbXS30vXyJx7uoTVI0/edit?usp=sharing

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[cxncrie]

BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better. FUCHSIA = Your blog content is gold SAFFRON = I love your ideas WHITE = You scare me. CINNAMON = You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar. MAUVE = You are really talented THISTLE = I only just started following you TANGERINE = I love your aesthetic

SHAKES YOU LIKE A SQUEAKY TOY I AM NOT SCARY I AM JUST POTAT !!!

Joking aside, the feeling is mutual. I know we used to write back in the day but man do the brain goblins get to me even if i wanna reach out and grip you and ur muses. We'll get there eventually !!

in the meantime keep bein awesome >:0

[skzoologist]

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Niki.

I'll tickle you to death.

[katerpotater]

Sounds like I'm going to get to do my live-action idea at work. I'm excited I get to make stuff like this happen, but sometimes, when I'm feeling ambitious, I wish I was in a creative role in a more official capacity.

The reality is that my current job lets me be creative without the pressure. But if I listen to my heart, if I were to move into creative, I'd want it to be outside of marketing.

I always think about going back to creative writing. Before Mr. Potater had his crisis last year I was taking that Sheila Heti class and was reminded that I'm good at that shit if I can get my ass in the chair. But that's the real challenge: making a routine and forcing yourself to work.

I love literary fiction, but I don't think it's the right space for me. I'd try to write a great adult novel and it'd come out as speculative YA. But I love young people so maybe that makes the most sense.

My dream (like everyone) is to have the dedicated time without the pressure of earning $. I'm the bigger breadwinner in my fam so it's unlikely for the next while. We made it work while I was on mat leave, so it's possible. I just have to really want it.

[arpiniko]

just venting a bit bear with me or just scroll over

not me being so completly overwhelmed with work and preparing for new college (gods i start tomorrow. i'm kinda panicking)

i'm finally going after 5years of trying to fine art college. so i'm kinda stressed. its not my first college but it kinda feels different in premise. so i'm so stressed. but i try to calm down. i cant even concentrate on my work atm. yes i write this at work. when i should be doing some other stuff.

and the fact that my roomate (the third one) is absolutely still useless. and so stupid.

and i had to clean whole flat myself today before work. even tho i worked today since 13. i had to wake up at 6am to clean it all. and i mean deep CLEAN

my hands are so worn out from all the chemicals over htis month. back when the aforementioned roomie fucked up big time and while me and other roomie were away she didnt throw out the trash and we had bugs. i had to clean kitchen fully like every day untill they were completly gone.

and her inviting her friends. and not cleaning after. i know i should have made her to clean. but i'm only starting to learn to be assertive or even aggresive. and also i hate her for not cleaning after herself. and in the common space. i need to have clean counter. or knoves or pots or whatever to eat. and she just. leaves everything dirty. sticky. yucky. and she cant even cook well.

and at work. the cleaning lady that work here are on veeeeeery long break rn and i have to clean there too.

hah. even last sat i went to work on short notice bc there were two parties taking place and i was like oh ok. i know a lot of stuff happeing. so i will prolly just keep the reception desk and the rest will take care of clients. so i wore my good vampiric shirt and all to look ok. did i sit by reception desk?

no. i got apron. and was peeling almost 10kg of potats. preparing food. and doing over 40 schabowe. i was supposed to look nice and click stuff on pc. not work in kitchen. my hands are starting to look like my grandma's

and today. again. cleaning the apartment since i woke up. went to work. and then turns out i have to clean here too. i'm so tired of cleaning.

today just grabbing a jar of cottage cheese my skin was cut open and bled quite a bit.

and also bc of college i will have so little time now. so little i have only 3 days of work this month. total. its .... i will get so little money this month.... i'm kinda scared.

tomorrow will be so difficult for me... bc its also my problem with remembering faces and new ppl. i only now am starting to remember my work colleagues. i've been working here for few months now. and yet i still have problems. and another ppl at asp will be soo... so so so stressful

[md3artjournal]

12:27 PM 8/26/2023 So, I've been looking at my OC Smaugust drawings lately, and I'm beginning to appreciate my art style. The same chibi art style that I had been lamenting about, and crying about, and beating myself up over…I'm beginning to admit it has charm. I can be happy with it.

Even back when I was only using it for fanart, some part of me actually liked it and felt proud of myself whenever I finished a fanart, but that feeling always went away when I started browsing other people's fanart of the same series. (FE3H, Persona 5) But now that I'm using the art style for my OCs, I can kind of appreciate it on its own. Thanks to squeaky-potat and dimiclaudeblaigan for always encouraging me with this art style. ;u;

It's probably not an appropriate art style for any serious stories though. And my OCs are full of angsty backstories. But I had been thinking of writing my Personal Myth with a "slice of life" tone, with all the serious backstory stuff, more in the background. And if I start drawing 4koma, then I could totally get away with a cuter art style. So maybe I'll do that for my Personal Myth. I remember a long time ago wishing I could draw a comic of my Personal Myth. I've drawn some pages before, but it never went anywhere. So if I manage to pull off a couple of connected series of even 4koma, then maybe I could die happy.

One thing though. I've really enjoyed how easy coloring with markers has been. I don't have to spend forever mixing paint colors, not making a big enough batch, then having to re-mix AND color-match… I've timed it before, and when I color using any type of paints, it takes me FIVE TIMES longer than when I color with markers. But even though I'm using artist, alcohol markers, streaks are still showing. I'm so stingy. I just can't get myself to absolutely saturate paper with ink, until the streaks disappear.

I'm beginning to think I should give watercolors another chance. At least when the "streaks" stay visible, it's pretty. It can be like blotchy puddles and nicely organic looking. So I've got to go look for some waterproof ink to use for my linework now. I have Copic Multiliner pens, there's a sale at Art Supply Warehouse for Sakura Pigma Micron pens, and I might even have some Staedtler technical pens still able to write. Those are all waterproof, but they don't have the smooth fluidity that I like to draw with. And I like to draw directly with ink, often without pencil underdrawings.

I really like drawing with fountain pens, but I know me: I'm not going to take the time to regularly clean out my fountain pens, if I start using pigmented ink. I use dye based ink, because I know I can be negligent with my pen maintenance and not be punished for it (much). But a lot of the dye based fountain pen ink is not waterproof. I think my Noodler's Ink proved to be mostly water resistant, so I'm going to experiment with that today, for today's Smaugust drawing.

I'm getting fairly comfortable with dip pens (though I still don't even know what type my hand-me-down nib is), and I heard that with dip pens, I could just use Indian ink and be fine in the waterproof department. But not only am I unsure which ink to get, but I'm still a cheapskate, and I can't always use dip pens. One of the big reasons I like fountain pens is that it's so self-contained. I can bring it anywhere. I don't need flat surfaces for my ink bottles, and clean water glasses, and cleaning rags. …Now that I list that out, those are the same reasons I stopped using watercolors (aside from all the time-eating paint mixing).

I've still got some options to figure out, but at least for today, I'm going to experiment with Noodler's Ink in my broken Platinum Preppy fountain pen, then see what happens when I watercolor over it. Actually, my Monteverde fountain pen ink completely erases with even just the littlest bit of water, so maybe I could use my Pilot Petit full of Monteverde ink, to do an underdrawing, then use my Platinum Preppy full of Noodler's Ink as the final linework. That could be interesting.

[sonicasura]

Persona- Meeting of Royals (2/2)

Are you sure you can eat all that?

Akechi has seen alot seemingly impossible feets pulled off, but this is just insane.

DQ: Yes, why do you ask?

Akechi wanted so badly to gawk at those words, but that would be unbecoming of the detective prince.

Akechi: Well it's just that the Tempura Bowl you got.... is meant more of a challenge than a regular order.

Going back a bit the two had gone to a diner that had quickly gained popularity over the months. This was because the diner served a multitude of street dishes including even ones from other countries like China and Canada. The two royals quickly got a table and menus, then came the small talk..... well more like a Psuedo-interigation. Akechi at first was annoyed by the turn of events the day had taken thanks to Loki, but that annoyance soon morphed into curiosity. Why was Loki so adament about being next to this stranger and what made them unquie enough to draw his persona's attention anyway. That was Akechi's focus during there conversation to find out what was up with this silver haired stranger. The talks would have gone on longer but there food was brought to the table and that brings us to the current situation.

DQ had order the Arena Ultimax Tempura, a giant bowl with a ton of rice at the bottom layerd with sweet potates and Squash, the top layer having Tentsuyu, cucumber slices and the vanguard of the dish Tempuras, many,many,many Tempuras, at least twenty if Akechi's count was accurate. Akechi now knew why it was called the Arena Ultimax, because when you entered into the arena you'd be fighting for your life.

Loki: *Whistle* Quite a brave one to be eating that, I think I like them more now.

Akechi: *Thoughts* Shut up!!!

DQ: Well * Starts Munching* I'm quite hungry and the menu did state that this is there largest meal so that's why I choose it. Anyway enough about me, I'm curious about you Akechi, so why invite?

Akechi: Well for one I wanted to apologize for bumping into you and second I always enjoy getting to meet someone new.

The conversation goes on for awhile both enjoying there foods while they talk. They walk out of the diner after there meals are finished, as they didn't even have to pay due to DQ finishing the Tempura Bowl, something everyone was shocked by. Saying goodbye they went there seperate ways with Akechi gaining small but valuable information.

Akechi: Leblanc huh, well at least I now know where to find you.

( I'm so sorry that this is so long I really went overboard, I'll shorten it for future ones. Thank you for reading this)

Considering I tend to get carried away in my writing, there's nothing wrong with going overboard sometimes. Plus it's pretty good. 🙂

DQ having a big appetite definitely fits their half demon nature and using magic also tends to drain energy too. Akechi being menaced by Loki is still funny but it did add a person of interest to his list. Someone I don't think he will report about to Shido.

[filliteast]

Diary 21

4-8.4

Th. Caught asleep after 3 more long head downs, 35 min next to the cmate was caught, ph-cy sit drawing probably//

Fr. Went instead as week ago. Tests check failure, not went mka paid, hm, pc's up/d-grade, dad mom, won gard Jun tekken 2

Sa. Wk 8.9, Akt pla, vids, rytps, eat yd mt w potat mayo brd smet, mom said st home, advtime Jermaine, chs smet brd, cartoon site banned pc ip, cleaning to do, imiles strm, blender, ctrl+z too harmful, frd potato a bit mayo

Sd. More Tames 1am. Wk 8:10, things, Rdir sanded shoes underneath. Mka. Сила воли вони боли триединство, ps berk tiger anmg failed, read turma, drawing a bit. Hm back, eat brd, pc sit gallery hopefooling

8-14.4

Mo. 1am turn off. Wks 7,8,11,12. Eat brd chs mass fat smet, shvds, sit wtng 2pm, bus mom call, next bus heat tests, mom left w frozens shawa soup and chebur. Test, Vids, heat mass, shts, eating

Tu. Indi game story. Glasses Glass fell walk by zebra, woman gave it, thx walk away

We. German composing website fam back. Wks 7,8, bus warm w slpg man, intense preparing not as hard as earlier one, heated thoughts staying, ph-cy jaiden vid, sweets eat, dry floor wash, mom worry told dadu, again fault skip mka, zes stayed on parking

Th. Strms wch. Wks 7, 8, mom prepared gown, car, dadu listened a bit of ti, soup mass corrupted, heated thoughts ism,

Fr.

Sa.

Sd. Pk fld 3eps. Alan Parker grandma

15-21.4

Mo. Wks 7.5, 8, 11 went, sdal, wtd to consens on prctics. Prods bag put in bckpack, hard sta loh, weird emotions showing to guy, 2Kiwi ate, pla chgun w Akt, then he left

Tu. Hopeless slp. Wk 9.3am, car, incor signed, Kirsan meeting, adndronovka spomnil, bck Z. A told it was for girls. Hour missing mom said she latened to dentist. Eat soup rough w brd ctg chse, ggen, a bit fish. Bad drawing, shts, ggen, max ideas for covers, unkempt, overweaked, standardized react. They came

We. Wk 8, bus wtd, phone bounced on chair picking up the bag loudly shattered on floor, mom w dadu, car rights chips brought, chte, beer. Forgot eat, Diprometa packing rotokan beaten, Conditioning floor wash, some leaks left under furniture, 2 sheets put, ggen, , mka lose, bus, eat plate a bit, Akt mcraft

Th. Wk 7.5, phone vds, ph-cy late came, eat apl ggens then 3, order list on sheet, sumamed long negotiation, eat grechka w chk mt, piss less, rditshii

Fr. Sht 5am. Wk 8.5, ph-cy, sent, left, btw calling, free back wtd for keys hozmag, nthing shts wch, 4 ggenius, poot ph-cies set.

Sa. astounding rumanger vids, panel drawing tries,

Sd. Poot raid Agagrad, ahmad wchg raid by agagrad. Jkd hf night, wks 1pm, 3pm, eat macaroni v potato brd, ice age 2 pla, mm cm, smet brd, berk fanim full rewatch, poot, shwr left wet head

Mo. Fccc. Ph-cy misstep crossroad Lenin square, bc 1 est. Washed windows, another ph-cy sent, stolen shoes from, typing by the shelves, thought 1c taking, hfway mbus wtd brh, manti, vids, shts, print

Tu. Latened 1h brh, working payment unworthy. Thoughts gotta get hards, then gave only payment

We. Passenger guy, car driven, mngd Eap, gown krivo, surfaces cleaning, writing,

Th. Instruction readed, assortment reprise.

Fr. Running managed 7 minutes in. Stud instruction, they're telling. Phone was on stream during the same on pc. Poop, wg gamers svoyak 1h sit, shit jork, hands washed bad, pc ahh off, 20 min lead. Passed bstp, went they're waited next to bk, Akt out piss, car sit.

Sa. Running nose, staying around. Spinal column hurt of sitting to rewrite Guides. Policlinic closed, proceedings to another closed. Bought mt dough put in bag. Ate dough sorry for anonymity, besns potato mt soup eating. Delivery man friendly, makaroni try. Ph-cies costs, toiled, . Time liched on trying to manage

Sd.