#so i probably won’t be able to eat anything without paying for it

[bastardizedbitching]

man i love my throat burning from having the audacity to take my dog out to use the bathroom for a whopping 2 minutes

[ceilidho]

prompt: Ghost only takes you half-seriously when you say you want to see other people. He has just the man in mind. tags: dubcon; threesome; anal (2.5k)

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He doesn’t so much as twitch when you stumble over your words in an effort to get it out.

“I don’t think this is working,” you say, hands clenched into trembling fists at your sides. “I think we should start seeing other people.”

The only bit of it that Ghost really pays attention to is the fact that you decided to make this little announcement while he’s in the middle of taking apart and cleaning his gun at the kitchen table. His little spitfire girl. Not a lick of fear in you, just a fistful of attitude and snark. The attitude’s ensconced now in your trepidation, a bit smothered under it, nervousness a clear trill in your voice, making it warble, but it shows itself in the downward slant of your brows. Delightful girl.

“That right?” he grunts, jamming the lubricated cotton mop into the bore of the gun. You flinch at the sudden movement, nervous eyes trained on his hands. Ghost makes a note to apologize with his mouth later on.

“Yes,” you croak, then cough to clear your throat. “I’ve, um…I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I think it’ll be better for—for both of us. It’s just…it’s not working out.”

The cigarette dangling from between his lips stinks up the room. Poor girl, he thinks pityingly when you scrunch up your nose and eye it resentfully. Always trying to get him to quit. It’s just shit luck for you that he’s never been good at quitting things, at letting anything go. Everything he’s ever lived through clings to his skin like smoke. 

He ashes it out in the little turquoise ceramic pot on the table, a trinket he’d once picked up in Tala'a Kebira years ago while in Morocco on some other business. You look marginally less irked with the cig put out, but that just means that more of his attention can focus squarely on you, which leaves you a bit wide-eyed under his stare.

“For a while, hm?” Ghost asks. It comes out teasingly, if only to him. The lilt in his voice is a tricky one to catch.

You nod; the note must have slipped through your hands like smoke. “There’s a girl I found online that’s studying abroad right now. Offered to sublet me her room while I look for a place. I thought maybe, um…maybe tomorrow I’d go.”

“Don’t worry about all of that,” he says, already dismissing the conversation from his mind. “Won’t be back for another week anyway—no reason for you to run off if I’m not even around.”

“Oh.” You shift from side to side, thinking it over. “I guess. How long will you be gone?”

“A week. Two weeks tops.” Plenty of time for him to sort out this mess. Figure out what exactly caused you to get all jumpy and eager to try out other people. 

He smiles internally. Little bird probably just can’t stand how often he’s away, poor thing. It’d be enough to make any girl upset—the constant leaves of absence, gone months without being able to send word, showing up bruised and bloody on the doorstep only to have you fall to pieces trying to put him back together. 

There are options though. He’s not opposed to adding someone new either—in fact, he has just the man in mind. 

Ghost has been holding Johnny back because he always thought you preferred to just be with one man (and Christ, the whining he’d had to deal with from Johnny, always begging to see you or begging Ghost for even just your panties, anything at all because he was so desperate and Ghost wouldn’t let him have you), but now?

Now there’s no reason to hold Johnny by the collar when he comes over for dinner. Now there’s no reason to kick Johnny from under the table when he leans just a bit too close to you when you’re sitting down to eat, eyes locked on the glimpse of your chest peeking out of your shirt and damn near drooling on it. Now there’s no reason to listen to Johnny jack himself off to the point of tears while trying to get some shut eye on a mission, the only crumpled up photo that Ghost had ever allowed him to take cupped close to his face.

He really pitied the poor mutt before, no pretty girl at home, his only crush being his superior’s girl. But Ghost is magnanimous—he’s a generous man. If you want to see other people, he has the perfect puppy for you to play with.

When you smile, still a bit unsure, he has to smother a grin. “Okay. I’ll stay ‘till then and look.”

The look Johnny gives him when he brings it up is equal parts disbelief and fevered need. “Say that again, Lt?”

“You’re coming over after we wrap this shit up. Bird’s been asking about a third.”

He chokes, scrambling to his feet. The temporary base is damp, always on the frigid side of things so Johnny’s still in uniform for the most part, the fabric rustling in his haste to get up off his bed. It’s not a place either of them are eager to spend more time in than absolutely necessary. The lack of space means that the two of them are made to bunk together as always, sharing a room with two cots and a small en suite, the tub still wet from Ghost’s shower.

“Christ, yer serious? No joke, sir?”

Johnny pushes his head back into Ghost’s hand when Ghost reels him by the hair, dropping a firm close-mouthed kiss onto the centre of his forehead through the fabric of the mask. “She was clear about it. Why? Gettin’ cold feet on me now?”

“No, sir,” Johnny protests, shaking his head as much as he can in Ghost’s grip, eyes shimmering a bit. “I can bring over a bottle o’ wine if ye like. Somethin’ fancy to set the mood.”

Their closeness is not unusual; Johnny’s always been a tactile man, favouring touch over words. One of their small similarities; their shared modes of existing in the world. There’s a line in the sand where you’re concerned that Ghost has been clear on, but he’s used to always having a hand somewhere on Soap, keeping him close. Now, he gets to keep him even closer. 

His bird really has the best ideas. 

Ghost snorts, knocks their heads together. “Just bring yourself, pup.”

He ignores the way Johnny’s breath hitches, the way he hurries into the bathroom and slams the door behind him the second Ghost lets go. The frantic eager sounds from behind the door when the water runs, only muffling the loudest of his groans. He probably had his dick choked in his fist the second the door shut, a thick nut swirling down the drain within the first five minutes. 

They ship out the next morning, exhausted from the week’s work. No amount of sleep out in the field is ever good enough, especially not in cots barely built to accommodate men of their size. Especially not Ghost. Johnny dozes off on his shoulder in the plane, sinking into a deep sleep to compensate for the hours spent tossing and turning the night before. Ghost uses the flight to get a headstart on his paperwork, enough so that he’s not held up on base when they land back home. 

He doesn’t give you a heads up that he’s home earlier than planned; no need to give you enough time to pack a bag and schlep it over to that place you’d found. It’s better for everyone if you’re caught a bit off guard, just a little frazzled. Ghost’s not entirely unsympathetic—he knows you’ll overthink things if he gives you any time to yourself. 

It’s endearing the way you gape up at him, eyes flitting between him and Johnny, when he finally makes it home. For the few times that Johnny’s been over, it’s not an everyday thing; his visits are always planned and strictly timed, Ghost monitoring him to make sure he doesn’t overstep his bounds. Seeing him with Ghost in your foyer must be strange, must put you on edge. 

“Simon, you didn’t tell me you were—” you start and then pause, swallowing. You look over his shoulder at Johnny, smile stiff, uncomfortable. “Hi Johnny.” 

You’re always a good girl, not wanting to argue in front of company. 

“Heel,” Ghost says, steel in his voice when Johnny almost lurches from his side. The other man glances over at him with wild eyes, almost on the brink of disobeying, but he holds in the end and stays put. Ghost’s eyes soften when he looks back at you. “Have a nice week, pet?”

“Yes—sorry, I’m glad you’re home safe,” you say, flustered, taking his back from him to drop in the usual place in the hall. “I, um—” again, you eye Johnny nervously, unsure of how much you can say in front of him, “—I found a place…for…you know.” 

“‘Course,” Ghost agrees, shucking his boots at the door and giving Johnny a shake by his coat until he does the same. “Missed you too, pet. C’mere.” 

He muffles your protests with his mouth when he stalks forward and pulls you in for a wet kiss, rolling the mask up and off at the same time. You’re a bit stiff in his arms until he slips you some tongue and the resistance leaks out of you, helpless the second he gets his hands on you. Your eyes are still a bit misty when he pulls away, fingers clutched in the collar of his shirt like a reflex. Second nature to cling to him. His chest puffs up at the gesture.

“Thought about what you said the other week, bird, and you’re right.”

You blink, coherence coming back to you, shaking your head to divest yourself of the momentary confusion. “I am?”

“‘Course. Smartest girl in the world, isn’t she, Johnny?” Ghost asks over his shoulder, slipping a hand into your hair at the same time to hold you in place. It makes you frown, his actions not mirroring his words. 

“Aye, sir,” Johnny hums, nodding eagerly. Boots off, he stumbles forward, crowding around you from the other side, not realizing that they’ve backed you into a wall until it presses against you, trapping you in place. “Bonnie ‘n sharp as a whip. Always thought so, sir.” 

“That’s right,” he agrees, tightening his fingers in your hair until you squeal, brows furrowing in that way they do when you’re right on the precipice of pain and relief. “Only a smart, brave girl would ask for what she needs. You’re just lonely when I’m away, isn’t that right, pet?”

“I’m—I’m what?” you splutter, hands planted on Ghost’s chest, trying to push him away to no avail. He hardly notices it. 

“Go on, Johnny,” Ghost murmurs. “Since she asked so nicely. Give her a kiss.”

That’s all his mutt needs to hear. 

You huff and puff with the strain it takes to take Ghost’s cock after a week and a half away. 

You’re always tighter when he comes back, an effort to work you up to taking him again; he lets Johnny get you prepped this time, slobbering all over your pussy in his eagerness, plugging you with three fingers before you’re even close to ready. He gets off on the way you howl, rutting his cock into the sheets of your bed while he keeps you pinned by a thick arm over your stomach. 

Ghost has to scruff him after that. He takes over, running a soothing tongue over where it hurts until you cry big, fat tears and come a couple times. He makes sure you’re taken care of before it gets tough. You’re mindless by the time he moves off you to retrieve the lube from the bedside drawer, only coming back to yourself when he turns you over onto your belly and spreads the cheeks of your ass. It unwinds something in his chest to hear you yelp when he pushes a finger into your ass, like coming home. 

This is why he does what he does: to get this when the job is done. 

It’s not often he gets to do this, usually too big for you to take comfortably in your ass. Johnny’s not that much smaller, in fairness, so he works you up to two and then three fingers before lying down on the bed and pulling you over him. Your legs tremble when you straddle him, fingers digging into his chest when he lowers you onto his cock for the first time in a week. 

“There we go,” he says, grunting when you pull his chest hair a little. “That’s a good girl. We just about done crying now?” 

Ghost smiles when you shake your head stubbornly, eyes still filled with tears. “This isn’t what I meant, Simon.”

“You can cuss me out when Johnny’s done, alright? That make you happy?” 

He almost chuckles when Johnny clambers back onto the bed in his haste to get his hands back on you, his pants still hanging off an ankle until he gives it a shake once his palms fit over your waist. 

“Slowly, pup,” Ghost cautions, reaching around to spread a cheek. He coos when you flinch, whispering for you to relax. 

Johnny’s eyes roll back into his head when he pushes in, hips stuttering forward until Ghost snarls and he stops, letting out a deep, shuddering breath to calm himself down. Even for Ghost, it’s intense; you tighten around him when Johnny pushes in, only letting up when he cups your cheek and draws you down for a kiss, loosening you up with his tongue. 

“Sir, I can—fuck, fuck, fuck,” Johnny whines, back curving when he drops his head. “She’s so fuckin’ tight, I can—swear I can feel you, sir.”

He’s not wrong. Ghost swears he can feel it himself, Johnny’s cock in his pretty bird’s ass while his is stuffed deep in your cunt. You pant through the stretch, words half-croaked out, unintelligible. It’s better that way. He loves listening to you sing, but you’ve been in a right mood these past couple of weeks. Just needed a good lay to sort you out. 

“Simon,” Johnny begs, thrusting forward until he bottoms out in you, making your pulse skyrocket. “I cannae breathe.”

“Yes, you can,” Ghost says dismissively, wiping at the drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth. “Give ‘er a sec and then you can move.”

“So, so, so hot. ‘M gonna come—”

He reaches behind you to wrap a hand around Johnny’s throat, giving it a squeeze. Johnny’s eyes bulge. “You don’t get to come until she does, pup. That’s all the time, got it?” 

He doesn’t pay any mind to how Johnny nods and mumbles his little yes, sirs after that—he’s a grown man, maybe not as grown as Ghost, but man enough to compose himself until you stop trembling and sweating so hard. 

It’d been a mite difficult to wrangle you into bed. He understands. He’d let you talk yourself red in the face about this not being what you meant by ‘seeing other people’, but Ghost hears the said and the unsaid. You wouldn’t be still in his house a whole week later if you really wanted to leave. 

“Alright, pet,” he grins, running his thumb over your bottom lip until it drops open and you let him run it over your teeth. “Hang on now.”

[kaile-hultner]

Help me dig upward: the Tumblr post

In which I talk a little bit about the hole I’ve been in for a hot minute—and what I want to do to dig out of it.

Hey y’all,

For the second time in a few years I’m starting a GoFundMe. This time, though, it’s not for the site, at least not explicitly. It is to help me get out from under the weight of debt that I’ve been carrying for more than a decade at this point, but which has finally gotten so bad that it’s affecting everything from my sleep patterns to my overall mental health and ability to do the thing that you likely already support me for: this website. 

If you’ve been wondering why the posting has decreased here, or reduced in quality, or why we started 2024 off publishing other writers and then just as suddenly stopped doing that again, this is why: I am out of money, I am in debt, and it feels like I’m living every day in pure, basic survival mode. 

This GFM, in which I’m asking for $10,000, is a moonshot, a Hail Mary. I don’t expect it to raise anything; it will be the last time I ask the Internet for money, whether it works or it doesn’t. If it works, obviously it’ll mean I’ll be able to post more and maybe my mental health will improve and I won’t feel like every moment is a countdown to a terrible ending, and I’ll be able to think of compelling angles to talk about video games again. If it doesn’t work, maybe I’ll figure something else out. Bankruptcy, probably. I don’t know. 

I hate doing this. I hate being in this position. I hate that I’ve already asked for money this year and people have been extremely generous and it just feels like all that generosity just went into a hole. I wish I had something to show for that generosity, or proactively for anything I gain from this campaign. So, if there is something you want me to cover or talk about or look at in exchange for your support on this campaign, just shoot me an email with proof of your donation, no matter how small. It’s kaile@noescapevg.com. I can’t promise I’ll write a bunch of magnum opuses at your request but I will do what I can just simply to show appreciation for your support. 

Anyway, this feels bad to me and I’m already starting to regret it, so I’m going to wrap this up by saying thank you in advance and I owe you my life. I wish that was figurative.

Edit: here is the text of the GFM I posted. 

Hi y’all,

My name is Kaile Hultner. I am an online cultural critic who has been running the video game criticism website No Escape since 2019. My work has been featured in other places like PC Gamer, Polygon and Bullet Points Monthly. And like a lot of people, I have been deeply in debt for years. 

Debt is a very strange phenomenon. As anthropologist David Graeber demonstrated in his book Debt: The First 5000 Years, it is a phenomenon that imparts a kind of moral valence on a person; whether or not that person can pay their debts is a sign of their trustworthiness or virtue as a member of polite society. Yet you can’t go without debt: at some point, at least in the United States, you have to pick up a form of debt – credit – to establish your credit score, without which you can’t rent an apartment, buy or lease a car, or, in some cases, even get a job. Being debt-free can harm this score, as can having a credit history that is “too young.” 

I’ve been in debt for a long time. I’ve been managing my debt for over a decade. Every year for the last six or seven years in particular it feels like I’m losing progressively more and more ground. Seven years ago I had a car; I could do things like deliver Uber Eats and DoorDash and make extra money whenever I ran out. It broke down in my driveway in 2022 and I couldn’t afford to take it to a mechanic to get it fixed. I sold it for $200. I haven’t been able to replace it. I don’t know what I’ll do if I ever need a car for anything. Luckily my day job is WFH. 

Recently, I’ve been fighting with my old bank over charges it erroneously applied to my account in excess of $1000, causing it to go deep into the negatives. I’ve been slowly, slowly digging myself out of that hole thanks to some close friends and some very kind folks who follow me on the Internet. But it’s caused other debts to exacerbate. And tonight I realized that I am at the end of my rope. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t sit here and say that I’ve done everything right; certainly, more than one bad decision made out of desperation has put me here. I won’t make excuses for that. But I’m tired of being here, in this position. I’m tired of waking up in the middle of the night with heart palpitations because I got an alert from my bank that I’m in the negatives. I’m tired of getting emails and phone calls from debt collectors. I’m tired of living in basic survival mode with no discernible path forward. I’m tired of being tired, of not having the energy to be creative and do the work I’ve built an online presence around for five years. And paradoxically, I’m tired of asking people on the internet for money. 

So I’m going to ask people on the internet for money, one final time. 

I’ve set the goal at $10,000. This is far more than I’m honestly expecting to get, but if I get even a fraction of that I could finally obliterate my debts in a meaningful way. I do have specific milestones that I basically need to meet, otherwise this GFM doesn’t hit its maximum effectiveness, but otherwise the sky is the limit. If I reach the whole amount… I don’t really know what I’ll do. Cry, maybe. 

Milestones – bolded are high-priority

Milestone reached! $750 – gets my old bank account out of the negatives. Eliminates one vector of harassment, allows me to close that account and move on. 

Milestone Reached! $1800 – does the above and allows me to fully pay any late or past-due loan payments missed as a result of the bank issue.

Milestone Reached! $6000 – does the above and allows me to fully pay off all installment loans 

$8000 – does the above and allows me to pay off any remaining debts. 

$10,000 – does the above and allows me to start saving. 

$10,000+ – basically a moonshot, I have no idea what I’ll do with extra. 

I fully do not expect you to donate to this. There are people trying to escape genocides, much more abject poverty, crushing medical debt, and so much more that feel – at least to me – so much more worthy of your attention and money. But just know that if you dodonate something, you have my undying appreciation. I will quite literally owe you my life. 

I’m going to post this now before I get too emotional or lose my nerve entirely, but again: thank you. Even if all you do is read this. 

—Kaile

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for derpsheep; "a fake cryptid and a real romantic". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Tim doesn’t say anything; just curls in smaller on himself, visibly cringing even through Robin’s wings. His Robin is heavier than Dick’s was. Bigger and layered and armored in ways his Robin wasn’t. 

Armored in ways Jason’s wasn’t. 

( it’s Dick’s fault, that Jason’s Robin wasn’t armored. Jason wore HIS Robin, so it’s his fault. he didn’t–he never– 

it’s his fault. 

his ROBIN’S fault. )

No one could cut Tim out of Robin’s wings without consequences. Not and survive Gotham after, anyway. Gotham is dark and cold and brittle, unstable and uncaring and perfectly, brutally unjust, but Gotham is selfish, too, and Gotham will break even her own rules when she wants to. 

And Gotham loves her Robins. 

Dick still doesn’t understand how Joker ever stepped foot in the city again without her eating him alive. 

But he also doesn’t understand how she ever let him leave her for Bludhaven without eating him alive. 

He’d really thought she would, when he’d molted his Robin and run away to Nightwing’s bright and burning shadows. 

Gotham loves her Robins so, so much. 

“Robin’s yours,” Tim says, and Dick doesn’t say anything about Jason. “I’m just . . . being what the Batman needs. Somebody has to do it. And if I go around telling just, what–everyone I ever hang out with the big secret, that’s just–I mean, I barely know him, the guy hasn’t even been alive long enough for anyone to be able to say they really know him, including himself, probably, and it’s just–I don’t know! I just don’t know, and this nest looks so stupid and he’s just really, really cute and he made me a diamond, Dick! Because he thought I’d like something shiny! And he stalked me because he thought I’d like that!” 

“I mean, to be fair, I’d assume that about you and I know you’re not actually an eldritch city splinter,” Dick replies with a shrug. “Presumably literally anyone who’s spent more than five minutes with you would assume that, in fact.” 

Except his parents, anyway, which Dick is pretty sure why things like someone paying that much attention to him is something Tim would instinctively appreciate, even without the Batman’s influence on his socialization the past couple of years. 

“That’s not the point, Dick,” Tim huffs, re-folding his wings sullenly. “The point is–I don’t even know what the point is. I have to tell him, don’t I? Like–it’s lying, if I don’t tell him. But it’s not–I only told Steph because I thought I had to, and I didn’t want to. So I don’t know if I won’t, you know . . . resent him, if I tell him. Except he’s not even asking, so like–that’s not fair, if I resent him for something I thought I had to do.” 

“Are you doing anything Tim Drake wouldn’t do?” Dick asks. “Aside from, like, the screeching bird noises.” 

“Huh?” Tim says, turning his face towards him. The mask doesn’t change, but the confusion is obvious. 

Even if it weren’t, Dick still knows how to read a Robin. 

He’ll always know.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hello! I read your "Third Enoshima" works, and I've gotta say that I absolutely loved them! If it isn't much trouble, would you mind writing something with a Third Enoshima!Reader who is constantly comparing themselves with their sisters?

They're still going agaisnt their plain of causing despair of course, but they can't help but feel a bit insecure of not having such a fit and strong figure like Mukuro or how they don't even get close to having such a nice and clear skin like Junko as they wash their face with a bar of handsoap. They refuse to join dinners and constantly push themselves to the extreme to try and please the other student, it goes from simple, yet harmful, things like wearing clothes they are clearly uncomfortable wearing to doing some heavy physical training without having eating anything since they woke up. Is it detrimental to their health? Yes! Will they stop? ...probably not...definitely not.

I wonder how their classmates or even their sisters would react or what comments they'd make towards Reader's behavior! (If they don't already have their ears ringing by the end of Ishimaru's lecture, lol.

(Sorry if this is written badly, English is not my first language!)

Comparison  | Yandere Danganronpa with Third Enoshima Reader

It’s a phase that usually comes when you’re a preteen

But it’s not hard if it stretches further

They both are so amazing – despair aside

They’re able to excel in their alternative ultimates just fine

Using their skills to further their agenda

All while still having the time to dote on you

It’s easy to compare 

Is it because they are insane that they’re so talented

Or is it just the genes you happened to miss out on

Whatever it is it haunts you and it’ll eventually slip out

Whether with a snide comment or a nervous questioning

They notice awfully quick

“Dawww Baby-bird wants to be just like us! Then quit yer whining and follow me!”

Junko sees it as a compliment and an invitation to put you in despairing situations

Of course, you may not know your life isn’t in danger with her but she’ll let you believe it

Constantly goading you to be like her

She’ll dress you like her, get a wig if she has to 

Before Mukuro pulls you away seeing that this isn’t working 

“(Y/n) you are perfect in your special way! If you’d like to do what I do I’d be happy to teach you!”

Taking you to shooting ranges and destroying you in paintball or airsoft

Just shows the distance between you two even better

She’ll try and get you to try wielding more simple weapons

Dazzling you with her speedy knife skills

Unfortunately though, instead of cheering you on she ends up just gushing over you

“Aaa~you look so cute with your little bulletproof vest. M-maybe I should have you wear my helmet~!”

“Mukuro I don’t think this is–”

“J-j-just a few more pictures! Aaa~ I can’t wait to wear this after you.”

They aren’t much help in the end 

Both just letting you slink off 

Your sisters aren’t exactly emotionally available enough to coach you through it 

But there are…some intentions

If it lasts all the way until you get your ‘tailored’ classes at Hope’s Peak 

there are very few who actually notice what you mean when you vaguely comment about what you’re missing

 “(Y/n) you seem to be especially hurt about your features, why is that?”

Celestia won’t beat around the bush

She wants to know who put this silly notion in your head

She needs to know if she needs to kill them

Knowing it’s your sisters makes her hesitate

You’d be upset about it right

But she’s going to bluntly tell you what your strengths because clearly your too dumb to see it 

“I’m going to list all your admirable traits clearly. So listen closely.” 

Nekomaru oddly enough pays enough attention to you and works his hardest to understand what those comments you make are all about

“IF YOU WANT TO GET THOSE THINGS IN YOUR LIFE WE’RE GOING TO GET THOSE THINGS YOU HEAR ME!”

“What are you talking about!”

His goal is to coach you on the areas you feel like you are lacking

Even if he doesn’t know about that particular area

So he takes the extra time he’s forced+ into spend with you to praise you for the little things.

“YEAH!!!!THAT SEEMED LIKE A SUCCESSFUL NUMBER 2 ONLY YOU COULD PULL OFF!”

“Nekomaru! I went number 1 and it’s not that big a deal!”

“YEAH IT IS! IT’S BECAUSE YOU DID IT! BECAUSE YOUR THE BEST HUMAN IN THE WOOOORLD!”

He honestly has no other idea how to get across his affection

Not without ruining his image as the ultimate team manager

He also invites you to train with him and Akane if only to see you use your cute muscles in person

And to find your weaknesses so he can be your savior

Despite his boisterous persona his encouragement and praise is honestly kind of helpful

Someone else who’s really helpful is someone who relates

“(Y/n)...for a long time I’ve pretended to be someone I’m not. Settling to just compare myself to the people I wish I could be. But now I’ve changed and I’ve decided to work on making myself more like them in my own way! I-if you want w-w-we can do it together? The….training I mean….yeah.”

Chihiro knows the feeling and if you take him up on his offer he’s thrilled

More time to plant new tracking devices

Even better with the preplaced cameras

Taking your insecurities and turning them into things you’re working on helps a lot with self-esteem

Giving you a lot more pride when you do compare and notice changes

It’s not perfect but it’s helping you

And it’s surely going to bring you and Chihiro closer

Maybe even close enough that you’ll come into his room

Your sisters will be happy…in their own way that you’re happy

But if you notice they start putting more urgency into their plan for despair

It may have something to do with the amount of time and smiling you’ve done with others in Hope’s Peak

“I can’t wait to show those neets the truest extent of despair! It’s going to be euphoric!”

“KillthemallKillthemallKillthemallKillthemallKillthemallKillthe-.”

“Patience, despair is coming Piggie! You know what just to give them a taste maybe we’ll make sure (Y/n)’s got to take a couple of sick days! I can’t wait to watch it eat at them when they don’t respond to their messages!”

[slaymitchabernathy]

Wrapped in a Bow

It’s late when Coriolanus gets home.

So late.

The guilt eats him alive as he pushes the elevator button to take him to the twelfth floor. He lives in the penthouse of course.

He knows she’ll be waiting for him, she always is. Even if she falls asleep in the process he knows Soarynn won’t go to bed without him. At first he’d been slightly put off by it.

Why would she wait up for him when she could be asleep?

But then he began to love it, cherish it. And the more sick and twisted side of him was filled with pride that his girlfriend chose to wait for him each and every night. He knew his other friends couldn’t say the same.

He’s quiet when unlocking the doors and walking in. The penthouse is dark except for a faint glow coming from the living room. And he can hear a muffled voice, someone is talking but he knows it’s not Soarynn. He walks further into the apartment and finds his girlfriend in her usual spot, curled up on the sofa with a blanket, wearing one of his pullovers. She looks so beautiful, so angelic while she sleeps.

He turns his attention to the television where Lucky Flickerman’s television show is playing softly. He knows why she’s watching him this late at night and it’s not because she’s a big Lucky Flickerman fan.

It’s because she’s scared to be alone.

That’s probably what makes Coriolanus feel the worst. Knowing that while he’s at the office or at some company dinner Soarynn is home alone, anxiously waiting for him to get back.

She’s fine during the day. She goes out with her friends, goes shopping, gets her nails done. But when the sun sets she gets nervous.

Coriolanus walks around the sofa and reaches down for the remote, turning off the television before he gently scoops Soarynn off the sofa, inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla. She’s always smelled like vanilla. He’s always smelled like roses.

A perfect pair it seems.

Soarynn begins to mumble when they reach the bedroom, finally stirring from her sleep. “Hi pretty girl,” he whispers, nudging the doors shut with his foot. Soarynn slowly opens her eyes, nearly taking his breath away. She’s always been so stunning.

Soarynn reaches out and brushes his cheek with her finger tips as if she can’t believe he’s real. He often finds himself wondering the same thing about her.

Is this real? Is she real? Does she really love him?

He likes to think it’s real. He knows his love for her is real. “Coryo,” she whispers, “you’re home so late.” Coriolanus swallows at her statement and carefully sits down at the edge of the bed, holding her a little tighter in her arms. “I know, I got held up in a meeting and one thing led to another and I lost track of time. I’m sorry Soarynn.”

He knows it affects her. Upsets her. He’d be pretty upset too if he was in her position, waiting at home for her to get home just for her to be late and come home exhausted, barely able to give him any attention.

Soarynn doesn’t say anything but her eyes do. He chooses to ignore it, smooth over it. “I’ll make it up to you,” he promises with a kiss on her head. Soarynn simply hums and closes her eyes letting him watch her sleep for a while before he puts her to bed so he can shower.

Coriolanus thinks of what he could do to make it up to her. All his late nights. He knows that at the end of the day everything he already does for her is more than enough. He pays for everything and makes sure Soarynn is well taken care of.

Soarynn already has everything she needs.

So what do you get for someone who has everything?

꧁ ꧂

“And what breed are they?”

Coriolanus asks the question as he looks down at the pen filled with small kittens who are all looking up at him. He must look like a giant to them.

The shop owner reaches down and picks one up, one with white and gray fur, “They’re ragdolls Mr. Snow, very sweet and they’ll fall asleep in your hands almost instantly.”

Just like Soarynn, he thinks, looking at the small cat. It’s not secret that his girlfriend can fall asleep nearly anywhere although she prefers to be in his arms.

Coriolanus nods, gingerly taking the kitten from the owners hands. It’s so small and warm, so fragile. And it does almost immediately fall asleep in his hold. Which is good in his opinion. He doesn’t need a cat running around the apartment in the middle of the night. “You’re welcome to choose which ever one you like,” the owner says.

Coriolanus almost wishes he brought Soarynn with him but this is meant to be a surprise. He looks back down at all the kittens and one in particular catches his eye. It’s all white, jumping onto its siblings and when it looks up at him he swears he’s looking into Soarynn’s eyes. The kittens nose is so pink and he knows in that moment that this is the kitten for him.

“I’ll take the white one,” he nods to the small feline. The owner smiles, “Excellent choice sir. She’ll be the perfect companion.”

He sure hopes so.

The shop owner provides a box for transporting the kitten and he pulls out a roll of ribbon. “Would you like me to tie a little bow around her neck? I know the ladies love a gift that comes with a bow.” Coriolanus hadn’t really thought of the presentation aspect of this surprise but he knows Soarynn will love it. “Yes please, the bow will do quite nicely.”

꧁ ꧂

It’s a strange thing to walk into his apartment with a kitten in a box.

She hasn’t stopped meowing since they left the shop and he’s beginning to worry that she might never shut up. Thankfully she quiets down once he opens the lid to the box and shoots her a stern look. If she wants to live in his house then she’ll need to learn that his world is law.

“Soarynn?” He calls out, noting her keys on the entry way table meaning she’s home, “Where are you darling?”

He can see a few shopping bags in the kitchen but Soarynn is nowhere to be found. “I’m in the bedroom Coryo!”

Coriolanus makes sure the box is properly closed before walking to the bedroom where he finds his girlfriend sitting on the bed with her legs crossed while she folds clothes. They have a maid who comes once a week to do laundry but Soarynn often has a specific outfit in mind for an event and she takes matters into her own hands and does the laundry herself.

Coriolanus certainly isn’t complaining. Not when she does his too.

“Hello my love,” she says sweetly, looking up at him. She looks perfect as always. She’s wearing one of her silk nightgowns which means it’ll be a night in. It’s only six o’clock but Soarynn often prefers to lounge around before going to bed. She’s like a cat in more ways than one. She’s quite tedious when it comes to grooming herself. She has soft hair, startling eyes and she nearly purrs whenever Coriolanus touches her just right.

“Doing laundry are we?” He asks, stopping at the foot of the bed to watch her. It’s mostly lingerie which brings a smirk to his lips. He loves seeing her in it almost as much as he loves ripping it off of her. Soarynn hums, “Yes, I thought I should go through it, get rid of some of my older pieces.” When she goes to look up at him her eyes land on the box. The pretty pink box.

“What’s that?”

Coriolanus smiles, “Just a little gift. I know you get lonely when I’m at work so I bought you something,” he says, placing the box down infront of her. Soarynn gives him a nervous smile as she goes to open the lid, “Coryo you really didn’t have to get me anything,” she says softly, taking the lid off.

The gasp that leaves her mouth makes it all worth it for him. Watching her eyes widen as she looks down at the white kitten. She reaches in, ever so gently picking up the kitten in her hands. “Oh my goodness, oh my, oh, Coryo she’s beautiful. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Oh, she’s perfect.”

Soarynn smiles at the kitten who is instantly taken with her and reaches out its tiny paws towards her face. Soarynn giggles and brings the cat towards her face, nuzzling her nose with the felines pink one. “Oh, aren’t you the sweetest thing?” She asks the kitten, grinning when she hears a small meow.

“Do you like it?” Coriolanus asks, feeling it’s his duty to ensure Soarynn is thoroughly pleased with everything she gets, even if it’s a cat. Soarynn nods and beams up at him, “I love it. I absolutely love it Coryo, thank you.” He smiles, pleased to see himself as the loving and doting boyfriend once again.

Soarynn sets the kitten down and lets her crawl around on the bed, “She’s perfect,” Soarynn whispers, “wrapped with a bow and everything.”

The kitten seems quite curious about Soarynn’s lingerie collection and Coriolanus chuckles when her tiny claws get tangled in a lace bralette, “Oh don’t do that darling,” Soarynn tells her softly, scooping her back up. “What are you going to name her?” He asks, curious as to what Soarynn will name the feline. She ought to be taken to the vet tomorrow to be given the proper shots and have all her paper work done. She’ll need a collar as well.

Soarynn holds the kitten up as if inspecting her for damage, “Hmm, I don’t know. I’ve never had a pet before. Perhaps something distinguished, so she’s a proper Snow.”

Coriolanus can’t stop himself from smiling at his girlfriend’s words. How she considers herself and the cat a Snow already. Soarynn is practically a Snow, all she needs is the wedding ring and that’s not too far in the future as far as he’s concerned. But the fact that she wants the cat to be a proper representation of his family name further supports that Coriolanus made the right decision in dating Soarynn.

“What about a flower?” He suggests since the Snows are known for their roses. Soarynn sets the kitten down, “Rosy?” She asks, looking for a reaction. She gets none. Soarynn bites her lip, “Daisy? Is your name Daisy?” She tilts her head but the kitten gives no indication that she’s been named properly. Soarynn sighs, “Oh this is hard. I can’t imagine the pressure there will be for children.”

Coriolanus likes the thought of that. Of them having children. A cat is simply the first step. Soarynn snaps her fingers, “Petunia.” The kitten lets out a meow and Soarynn gasps, “That’s her name! Petunia!”

Petunia purrs in her hold and begins to wiggle as if asking to be put down and Soarynn obliges, watching her run around. “She’s got a lot of energy right now,” she notes. Coriolanus takes a seat next to her on the edge of the bed, “She’ll wind down when she’s older and supposedly she’ll fall asleep right in your hands.” Soarynn raises her eyebrows and looks down at Petunia who’s now batting a paw at Coriolanus and his pants. He sighs and gently pushes her away, “She’ll need to be trained Soarynn. Well behaved when people come over and she better not touch any of my furniture.”

Coriolanus is beginning to have second thoughts about bringing an animal into the home. Didn’t they bring in mites and disease? Not too long ago dogs were roaming the streets with rabies during the war. He looks down at Petunia who has now crawled into Soarynn’s lap. She’s from a reputable breeder and she seems clean. The vet will be able to assess her. At least that’s what he tells himself. “She’ll be perfectly behaved,” Soarynn says, giving Petunia a scratch behind the ears, causing the cat to purr.

He’s not too convinced. Coriolanus is quick to grab her chin between his fingers, getting her to look him in the eyes, “I’m serious Soarynn. One wrong move and she’s gone. Petunia is supposed to be your pet not your child.” Soarynn gives him a small pout but his resolve isn’t breaking and she can see that now. “Okay, I’ll make sure she stays out of trouble,” Soarynn promises, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “And thank you for getting me a cat Coryo, she’ll be excellent company and you’ll come to love her you’ll see.”

Coriolanus isn’t too sure about loving the cat but he can tolerate her just fine as long as she stays out of his way and doesn’t steal all of his girlfriend’s attention. She was his first and she’ll be his last.

꧁ ꧂

Coriolanus groans when his alarm goes off. Six in the morning is brutal but necessary in his opinion to be successful throughout the day. He sits up and allows himself a moment to admire his sleeping girlfriend. Her head is practically on his pillow but she’s never been too good at staying on her side of the bed.

Coriolanus quietly slips out of bed and heads to the bathroom where he takes a nice hot shower. He keeps the door slightly cracked open just in case Soarynn is in the mood to join him. Every once in a while she’ll rouse from her sleep and hop in the shower with him before he goes to work.

And today is one of those days. He grins when his sleepy girlfriend pushes the door open, her nightgown nearly falling off her shoulders as she rubs her eyes. “Well isn’t this a lovely surprise?” He asks watching her step into the steamy shower after slipping off the nightgown. Soarynn gives him a shy smile before wrapping her arms around his neck, “The bed got so cold once you left,” she mumbles into his neck.

He chuckles and wraps his arms around her small waist, pressing a kiss to her head, “Is Petunia not around to provide you warmth?” Soarynn giggles and slightly pulls away, looking up at him with those eyes he could drown in, “You know she’s probably wide awake right now,” she says teasingly.

She has a point. It had taken them one night to learn that Petunia thrives at night. During the day she sleeps but during the night that cat is a ball of energy. Coriolanus had nearly banished her from their bedroom all together when she tried to play with his socks in the middle of the night. But thankfully she’s calmed down since then. The vet said as she got older she’d sleep more throughout the night and Coriolanus was counting down the days until that happened.

But she made Soarynn happy. So that counts for something he supposes.

All her friends adored Petunia and that cat lived better than most humans in his opinion. She had a pink collar, her own bed and a plethora of cat toys. Not to mention how many times Soarynn brushed her during the day. Spoiled didn’t begin to describe that cat.

Coriolanus simply hums before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. He cherishes times like these the most with Soarynn. When it feels like they’re the only two people in the world. Soarynn returns it eagerly and her fingers card through his wet curls. Coriolanus slips his hands from her waist to her ass, squeezing it and smirking when she moans.

Coriolanus is a man who indulges in the little things and that includes steamy morning sex in the shower every once in a while. “It’s been a minute since I’ve taken you in here,” he mumbles against her lips. Soarynn sighs into the kiss, “Well here’s your chance.”

꧁ ꧂

Coriolanus is all smiles as they walk out of the bathroom. He’s smiling like a school boy watching Soarynn’s naked body walking in front of him, a slight limp to her walk. He doesn’t hesitate to land a slap to her ass and Soarynn gasps, shooting him a look from over her shoulder, “You’re done for the day,” she tells him, her tone all too flirtatious to really mean it.

He cocks his eyebrow, “Well then it looks like I have my work cut out for me when it becomes night.”

Before Soarynn can even reply a white paw appears from under the bed, batting at her ankle. Soarynn giggles and couches down, playing with Petunia’s paw for a moment before the feline crawls out. She was probably under there all night along with the mountain of toys Soarynn has bought her.

“Good morning my sweet angel,” Soarynn says as she picks her up and spins her around. Petunia lets out a pleased purr before Soarynn brings her to her shoulder, holding her like an infant.

Coriolanus usually rolls his eyes at the sight, treating the cat as if she’s a human baby. But there’s something about it, seeing Soarynn act so motherly as if on instinct. She’ll be a wonderful mother where actual children are concerned.

He’ll propose soon. Maybe do it on the rooftop surrounded by his grandmothers roses. Whatever he does it’ll be perfectly romantic. The ring will be stunning, a ring fit for the wife of a Snow. The wife of Coriolanus Snow. He’ll pick out the perfect diamond, the perfect band, perfect box.

He’ll do everything perfectly and have it wrapped with a bow.

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[merakiui]

If you can I need you to explain that list and your reasonings for their placements 😭

It’s honestly so silly, but I do have reasons for why everyone was placed where they were.

Trey -> you can’t tell me he wouldn’t want to try it at least once, just to see how many can be stacked. He even provides you with the donuts and they’re guaranteed to be delicious because they’re from the Clovers’ bakery!

Cater -> I like to think Cater’s willing to try anything fun, trendy, or interesting at least once just to gauge what he thinks, and the idea of stacking pretty donuts on his dick makes for such a good opportunity to snap photos (only for your and his eyes of course).

Ace -> he just wants to be able to fit more donuts so that he can brag about it to his friends. If anything, it’s Ace who comes to you asking if you’ll stack donuts on it lol.

Deuce -> he loves you so much, so he will gladly allow you to stack donuts on it. He thinks you’re so cute when you’re so focused on his dick, and it’s a little flustering to be under your intense attention. Deuce isn’t complaining, though. <3

Ruggie -> as long as he can still eat the donuts afterwards, he doesn’t mind. Donuts are his absolute favorite! And he sort of wants to know how many will fit………. orz

Jade -> he’s a freak, a curious one at that.

Floyd -> he’s a freak, a curious one at that x2.

Kalim -> it sounds fun and he’s genuinely curious. This is probably a question that has crossed Kalim’s mind before, and now he absolutely must know! He’s sure you won’t mind helping him. :)

Rook -> it’s Rook. But also he’s a freak, a curious one at that x3.

Lilia -> it’s Lilia. He is absolutely wanting you to stack pink frosted donuts on his dick! If this is how young people have their fun in bed, count him in. He wants to try it.

Silver -> he’s too nice, so if you ask him he has to think about it for a minute because he doesn’t quite get the meaning at first. But then you explain it and Silver’s nodding as if it’s the most sensible question ever. He doesn’t mind it because you seemed really curious about the answer and he doesn’t want to be stuck with all-consuming curiosity all day.

Neige -> he just wants you to be happy, and if that comes at the cost of stacking donuts on it he will pay it without hesitation!

Che’nya -> also another one who has considered this question before, so he’d like to find out the answer with you. If you see a floating box of donuts in your room and hear a far-off giggle, just know you’re about to find out. Che’nya has too much fun with this.

Leona -> he thinks it’s stupid, so he doesn’t let you stack donuts on it. :( in his mind, you could do so many other (and better) things with your time than asking silly questions. Although he does tease you, smirking and asking, “If you want to stack donuts on it, it’s only fair I should get to see how many toys you can fit in there.” You’re either so embarrassed or intrigued at that prospect that now you’re considering a new question.

Jack -> he doesn’t understand why you’d ever want to do something like that. Also, why ruin perfectly good donuts trying to stack them on his dick? It’s not that he’s bragging about being big; he’s genuinely concerned for the donuts. >_< why ruin them when you can eat them as a tasty treat?

Vil -> absolutely not. Maybe in your wildest dreams, but Vil will never allow you to stack donuts on it. First, they’re donuts and he’s not one for unhealthy foods and snacks. Second, won’t it make such a mess? Third, if you wanted to know how big he is just measure it using actually units of measurement and not donuts.

Sebek -> he’s secretly flustered that you’d ask such a question, and he yells at you to “quell your insufferable human curiosity!!!!!!!” You take that as a no. T-T

Rollo -> now why would you ask him this? He stares at you for a long minute, processing the words that just came out of your mouth. His answer is simple and devoid of reason: “I’d rather you not.” There’s no swaying Rollo once he’s made up his mind.

Riddle -> Riddle’s the type who dwells on stuff, so if you leave him with that question it’s a guarantee he’s going to be putting some thought into it after he’s initially said no. And wooooo what a question it is. On one hand, it’s embarrassing and foolish. On the other, it’s you asking and donuts! An opportunity (and excuse) to have sweets with you (and also learn how many will fit on his dick). You don’t really have to do much persuading. It’s actually Riddle who either talks himself into it or out of it.

Azul -> he’ll do anything (within certain parameters) if you sign a contract. But who would be silly enough to sign a contract like that? Oh, you’re already signing. Wow. Huh. Okay. Maybe it’s his lucky day, or your curiosity is that bad. Whatever the case is, he’s more than happy to help you out with this and in return… we’ll see. :)

Jamil -> he thinks it’s foolish to waste food like that, but then, without intending to, he lets the question haunt him for a few days. How do you even think of questions like this? Just what goes on in that head of yours? Maybe he shouldn’t know, but now he’s somewhat curious and he wants you to at least explain it to him. Your explanation is either so good or so bad that he’s compelled to try it, if only because you actually managed to make him laugh outright.

Epel -> at first he doesn’t get the appeal, but then he realizes if he can fit lots of donuts on it he’ll certainly be considered big and manly, right? He’s so excited that he talks himself into it because now he’s too curious.

Idia -> no way! That’s weird and gross. Why should he sacrifice his snacks just so you can use them for something like that? >:( oh, but then I guess Idia isn’t going to see you cosplay his favorite characters or get to dress you in skimpy hentai-esque outfits… :( oh well. In the end, he caves and lets you stack donuts.

Malleus -> you’ll just need to explain it a little more thoroughly so he can understand you’re coming from a place of curiosity. He’d feel cruel to not indulge his favorite Child of Man, so he might as well allow it. And you seem so excited and eager; how can resist? You’re too cute. Malleus offhandedly mentions that he “hopes a dozen will be enough” and it has your eyebrows raising so fast. Just how big is he??????

[aerbiscuit]

There was an episode of a popular cartoon recently (not saying the name just so it doesn’t show up in the show’s tags) where one character was given a “second alcohol stomach” so that she could drink even more than is physically safe for human beings. We see her swallow the second stomach, and it even temporarily inflates her midsection before settling back down into a normal shape.

So obviously, versions of this device optimized for fart fetishes immediately began flooding my brain.

I keep imagining a scenario where someone invents a second-stomach device (along with a small length of large intestine that connects to the primary large intestine, but just “second-stomach” is catchier) to allow for absolutely pigging out at buffets and huge meals. The sensation of eating can be wonderful until you hit natural limits. Not only is there only so much space in your stomach, but there’s also the sensation of feeling sick after eating too many fats/sugars/salts/etc., the negative effects of eating too much of certain things, and (what the diet industry is concerned about) eventual weight gain.

The inventor presents their the second stomach device as a solution to all those problems. It contains its own separate digestive system that uses the inventor's own (totally safe!) patented digestive fluid and microbiome (sold separately, but it won’t cost you an arm and a leg). The second stomach is super flexible and breaks down EVERYTHING. You won’t need to worry about storing fat or spiking blood sugar when everything gets digested and disposed of. You can switch between your primary digestive system (eat, gain nutrients, etc.) or the second stomach as you please, which means as long as you remember to eat standard meals with Stomach #1 for nutritional purposes, you can save eating all the junk for your second stomach and make it have little to no impact on your body.

However, there are a few issues keeping the inventor from being able to sell their second stomach. The first is that while weight gain technically isn’t an issue, large amounts of food entering the torso still bloat people up, even temporarily. While the second stomach swells easily and without pain, human skin still needs to catch up, so there’s a bit of an adjustment period when people try to eat as much as they can.

The second is what happens after digestion. There’s still solid waste to deal with, but what really surprises second stomach testers after a huge meal is the gas. The digestive fluid and bacteria may leave some solids behind, but it can break down a surprising amount of things (way more than you’d expect) into gases. You may not be putting on pounds or overdosing on sugar/salt, but you pay for that by dealing with an inhuman amount of gas. It can come out of both ends, but farting is the most common.

Finally, any invention comes with risks. What happens when the second stomach’s digestive fluids or bacteria find their way into the primary digestive system? Fortunately, the digestive fluid was designed so that there’s no risk of it damaging/digesting the body from the inside out, so that’s all good. The bacteria are a different matter. It’s supposed to only survive long enough for the digestive process in the second stomach/intestine, then be effectively “dead” once waste enters the primary intestines for excretion. But if, by chance, enough of it is still alive in the primary intestines, and your primary microbiome decides to adopt the bacteria as a part of your intestines’ gut flora, then...

Well, the good news is that since the digestive fluid remains in the second stomach, you’ll still get nutrients from what you eat in the primary stomach. You won’t be lacking nutrition. The bad news is that anything you eat from either stomach will be getting broken down into far more flatulence. If you don’t invest time and money into resetting your gut biome, you’ll probably be a gasbag for the rest of your life.

The inventor (aka, the first victim of this last side effect) doesn’t know what everyone’s so worried about. They’ve certainly adjusted, and they don’t mind being living proof of the progress of science.

[verdantcrimson]

Gourmand Fragrance / Wagashi Revolution - 2

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[The next day]

Keito: —Seriously, this is completely incorrigible. Can’t anything be done about how ambiguous the term ‘medium heat’ is?

Keito: What does ‘heat the water to around 50 degrees’ mean, exactly? They ought to clearly state what temperature to use!

Keito: There are vague instructions like “Pay attention to the room temperature as well!” here too...

Keito: … No, there’s no use in complaining about this. Anyways, how should I deal with the situation at hand?

Keito: If I ask for Kanzaki’s help, I’d be able to get it done in one go, but I’d like to keep it a secret from him this time…

Nazuna: Rei-chin, why don’t we take a break and get something to drink… Huh? Keito-chin?

Rei: How rare. I never thought I’d see Hasumi-kun cooking.

Nazuna: That sweet smell… Are you making chocolate?

Nazuna: Keito-chin, did you start trying to make chocolate immediately?

Nazuna: Would it be okay for me to eat some? I just got off of work and I feel like having something sugary~

Nazuna: Oh, but only if you have any leftovers, obviously! You might have wanted to give it to someone else.

Keito: No it’s- Um, That is… It’s not an issue. In fact, it would probably be best for you to have some.

Nazuna: Thanks, Keito-chin! In that case, don’t mind if I do…

Nazuna: Thank you for the food~♪  

Nazuna: ~~~~~~Gh!?

Nazuna: Gyah!? This is unbeweivabwy hawd, Keito-chin!

Keito: … Sorry, Nito. I had been considering the possibility that maybe I just had a weak jaw, but it seems that I had simply failed.

Nazuna: You should’ve told me! I bit into it as hard as I could because I had no idea!

Nazuna: Uu, my tooth hurts… Rei-chin, are my teeth okay? None of them broke, right?

Rei: Worry not, Nito-kun. Your teeth remain aligned and in perfect condition.

Rei: My my, Hasumi-kun. It seems like you’ve created a rather deadly weapon.

Rei: Or perhaps it was meant to be a prank, replacing actual chocolate with fake chocolate.

Rei: In that case, should I have played along?

Keito: Hey, quit making fun of me. It was my bad, okay?

Keito: Guh, I knew I shouldn’t have tried making sweets without Kiryu.

Nazuna: Come to think of it, why isn’t Kuro-chin here with you, Keito-chin?

Keito: Kiryu has work scheduled for the entire day today. Since I had a bit of free time on my hands, I figured I would start practicing on my own.

Keito: However, I never expected that accomplishing my first goal, learning how to temper chocolate by heating and cooling it, would be so troublesome…

Rei: Hm. Hasumi-kun, you mentioned just now that this was your ‘first goal’. Does this mean you’re aiming for something else?

Keito: Yes. Nito is already aware, but what Kanzaki said yesterday is stuck in my head now.

Nazuna: Hm? What Souma-chin said— Do you mean the wagashi thing?

Keito: Exactly. After that, Kiryu and I had a discussion, and we came up with the idea of making wagashi that would be the star of Valentines to give to Kanzaki.

Keito: Kanzaki is always working so hard for AKATSUKI’s sake, and we wanted to express our gratitude to him…

Keito: Most of all, that disappointed expression he had on his face yesterday just won’t leave my mind.

Nazuna: I see. So I guess Keito-chin felt the same as me all along.

Nazuna: Actually, ever since I saw Mitsuru-chin’s sad face, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about if there’s anything I can do.

Nazuna: It’s so frustrating when there’s nothing I can do to help my cute juniors when they’re counting on me.

Keito: Yes. Kanzaki truly believed that I would be able to solve the issue and came to me as well.

Keito: So I feel like I should have been able to find some way to fulfill those expectations.

Keito: To do nothing for lack of a perfect plan, or to say that someone else might be better suited, excuses like those are no different from running away.

Rei: Fufu. You two have such lofty ambitions. It sure does pique my interest. ♪

Nazuna: Yeah, I totally get it, Keito-chin. It’s uncool to just do nothing!

Rei: However, if you’re struggling this hard to simply temper chocolate, how do you expect to create wagashi impressive enough to cause a sensation?

Keito: Urgh, you hit a bit of a sore spot there…

Nazuna: He’s right though.

Keito: Okay. So why aren’t wagashi popular for Valentines? There has to be a cause.

Nazuna: Putting aside technical concerns for now, what sort of wagashi can we make that would get people talking?

Rei: Since it’s Valentines season, how about doing some research on the kinds of sweets that people prefer?

Rei: Earlier, when I was walking around ES with Nito-kun, I saw quite a few Valentines Day Fairs going on.

Nazuna: Isn’t that great? Cinnamon was also advertising a limited-time menu.

Rei: So what do you say, Hasumi-kun?

Keito: Hmph. It’s irritating to be sweet-talked into something by Sakuma, but he has a point.

Keito: It’s a good idea. I’ll take your advice this time. You have my thanks, Sakuma.

Keito: Now that that’s settled, I’ll begin researching right away.

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[acti-veg]

i am 14 and I live with my parents, what can i do to be vegan when my parents refuse to buy other than seasonings bell pepper and onion?

I'm assuming you mean that they won't buy vegetables or vegan food for you in general, so I'll answer on that basis!

If your parents aren't going on about health or cost, then I'd say it's likely that this is an issue of convenience for them, or just not knowing what vegan food loooks like. A lot of the time what it comes down to is that your parents are worried that it’ll involve a lot of extra effort to accommodate you. It is up to you then, to make your transition to veganism as smooth and effortless for them as you possibly can. You could volunteer to cook your own meals if you don’t already, you won't be able to pay for your own food yet but you could accompany them to the supermarket to point out good vegan options, or you could make a list if that would be easier for them.

Just showing them the kind of meals you can make and how simple the food can be can sometimes be enough, because many people just can’t conceive of what a meal without animal products even looks like. If they only think of veg as peppers and onions, they are probably picturing themselves having to buy expensive ingredients and cook from scratch because none of the meals they cook for you now are vegan. This isn’t the case of course, but it will take some time for them to realise how simple and straightforward cooking and eating vegan can be.

The early days of your veganism may be difficult with them, but even if they are never supportive of it, they usually learn to adapt and accept it. The really important thing in the first few weeks and months is to be patient with them, and be polite but firm with your boundaries. You know your parents, so only you can really figure out where you can get away with putting those boundaries, what you can get away with and what you'll have to compromise on. If they're open to it, sitting them down and having a proper conversation about it can help figure that out, and show them you're serious about it.

If you are willing to compromise and eat non-vegan things because they have bought them or served them to you, then they will take that to mean that you will bend on these things in future, too. When it comes to your veganism, people will generally continue to push your limits if you show them that you will bend. It makes it more difficult, but being firm and uncompromising in the early days will pay off in the long run, when they realise that this is something that you just won’t budget on regardless of the context.

If none of this proves effective, if you have the option to do so you can still insist on it, and simply refuse to eat anything which isn’t vegan. It may take a few days, but they will likely get the message that this isn’t a fad, and most won’t let you go hungry. If they have refused and you are unconvinced they will ever relent or it is unsafe for you to disobey them, then you may just have to be as vegan as you can be under the circumstances.

This means eating vegan whenever what you eat is your choice, and buying vegan items whenever you are able to. This isn’t your fault, and you can still make some difference for animals and keep your parents happy until you are able to move out. If your parents ask you anything you can’t answer, or you run into any specific issues or need further support, please feel free to get in touch by sending me a message or an ask; it may take a couple of days to reply to you due to the volume I receive, but I’ll be more than happy to help you.

In the meantime, the best thing you can do is be as well informed on this topic as you possibly can. I've got tonnes of resources on my website to help with this, particularly look at the education section and the FAQs. If all else fails, you can live as vegan as you're able to in their household, learn all about the philosophy of veganism and how to cook vegan meals, order vegan meals when you're out and prepare for when you'll be able to move out of their house and control your own food.

[saltandhoneyfiction]

Introduction to Evergreen?

It’s certainly been awhile! Life has been crazy, I’m about to finish up my second degree and have decided to pursue law school in the Fall. Becoming an immigration attorney has always been a dream for me, and if not for my support system - it still would be. Not to mention the state of the world now… but I won’t go there.

While I was applying, throwing around ideas and deciding. I became obsessed with writing something light hearted and very different from Thornes and Roses. I started brainstorming, and thought… why not write a slice of life with attorneys! Well, of course that’s what I started writing ~ Evergreen. Which takes place in the same universe as T&R because I love an Easter egg. I don’t everything or anything figured out yet, but I wanted to share what I have written so far, on a random day eating my lunch.

Thank you all for who have shown me support! I appreciate you all, I have not given up on T&R, it’s still my baby - but I can’t give it the attention required currently or foreseeable. I’m also terribly sorry I did not deliver on the demo, but hopefully the momentum I have for Evergreen continues and can release something soon.

What I’ve written so far under the cut. :)

Evergreen

After spending almost a decade pursuing your dream of becoming an attorney, you can officially call yourself one. Now comes the fun part, finding that big adult job and paying your student loans. It’s certainly not going to happen with the current state of your bank account… which is just sad.

So what’s the logical thing to do? Accept the first job offer that came your way. Atwood & Remington sounds prestigious enough, the only thing is, it’s located in the hometown you haven’t visited in 8 years - Evergreen.

Characters

- Riley St. James (selectable)

Riley is your childhood best friend, once inseparable, and now you two haven’t seen one another in almost 8 years. You left to pursue your dreams, and they took over their family business.

- Evelyn Atwood (she/her)

Evelyn is the prodigy daughter of Henry James Atwood, one half of A&R and renowned attorney. Since her fathers retirement she hasn’t been able to escape his shadow and being coined a “nepo-baby”. She has no idea what work-life balance is and is probably still sitting in her office.

- Natalia Esperanza (she/her)

Natalia is Evelyn's best friend who also happens to be your next door neighbor. She is a young single mother to her daughter, Eliza. She currently manages the coffee shop across the street, and occasionally serves papers for Evelyn.

- Edward Remington (he/him)

Edward is Evelyn's cousin and the other half of A&R. His mentality is: “work smarter, not harder”, which doesn’t always bode well with the firm, but it helps to be untouchable, handsome and talented.

- Atlas Shepherd (he/him)

Atlas resonates with his name well, but instead of the world on his shoulders - it’s A&R. He’s probably the most level-headed one of the bunch, and very aware the place would burn without him.

Chapter 1

You spent weeks sending out your resume to every law firm in a 200-mile radius. You kicked yourself for not doing more internships and club activities every time a rejection letter was sent in return.

The most recent one was packaged so neatly. You thought to yourself, there’s no way someone spends this much money on letters only to reject someone…

“Dear [NAME], Thank you for applying to Pearson Specter Litt, unfortunately, we only hire from Harvard…”

You don’t deem to read the rest, you know it only ends in heartbreak.

—

Suddenly your small, cramped apartment is suffocating, the last thing you want to do is sign another lease at a place like this. “This place is temporary… temporary” the words ring in your ear, you said them not so long ago. You were supposed to have a job lined up by now - several of your classmates have already gone off into their new roles, while your imposter syndrome eats you alive.

Before your thoughts can send you into a pit of despair, your phone rings.

Riley St. James.

[HER/HIS] name banners across your phone screen, a name you haven’t seen since high school. Not since…

1. You still left after they confessed their love to you. 💙

2. You left after they begged you to stay. (You were their only friend)

3. This was your chance at a fresh start. You left and never looked back.

4. You felt like everything and everyone felt suffocating. You never anticipated returning.

You stare at your phone, almost in a trance. Before you can think better of it, you answer… How many times did you let it ring?

Finally finding, you croak out, “Hello?”

“Hey… I didn’t think you’d answer”. [*his/her] voice is soft, almost vulnerable, but definitely the Riley you remember.

1. “I didn’t think I would either… I don’t know why I did”💙

2. “Of course I would answer.” 🙂

3. “It’s not like you called me before to know if I would or not”😡

4. “I could hang up if you want” 🙄

“Well, you’re probably wondering why I’m calling you…” Riley’s voice sounds on the brink of breaking.

“Yeah, a little” you respond.

“Your parents… they mentioned something to me recently.”

It dawns on you then, Riley still speaks to your parents. *he/she hasn’t spoken to you in years, but still speaks to your family.

1. It fills you with anger.

2. It makes you feel uneasy. What have they said?

3. You can’t help but question their motives. You were never close to them.

4. It doesn’t bother you at all. They’ve always seen Riley as family.

[yowyowyaoi]

Zetsu’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Nagato

You can’t keep eating them without checking to see if we’re using them first.

300 miles? Is that really the closest?!

I can put you with Tobi or Hidan. Take your pick.

Put the letters where they can find them, then stay somewhere hidden to see their reactions.

Keep an eye on them please. No explosions, no sacrifices. Nothing to draw attention.

I’ve been practicing every day. Legs feel stronger.

I’d only risk it if you also want to risk being placed in a gengetsu.

I’m sure I’ll be gone before her. All I ask is she be well taken care of. It’s all that matters.

No. Under no circumstances. I need them all ALIVE and able to work, please.

You can ask but she’ll probably hit you hard enough to REALLY split you in half.

From Kakuzu

Yes well your appetite is proving quite costly.

Find where he’s hiding and I’ll give you a third of his bounty.

I’m not so sure that “intelligence” is a quality I’d associate with any of them.

Actually if you could naturally produce that we could sell bottles and make some money 🤔

Much, much too expensive.

I don’t care if you eat him but wait until I get his heart out first.

I’d rather you ate me; my body won’t be on display for him to entertain Deidara with.

It’s complicated. And by complicated I mean I let a one time physical urge turn into a years-long relationship. 

It’s the 1st. Rent and utilities are due. 

If I didn’t we wouldn’t have *anything*. Be grateful.

I’m not sure if my threads would hold for plant-skin.

Stop losing them for God’s sake each one costs $50 in materials to make!!

I’ll take your word for it. That voice creeps me out.

From Konan

Please don’t ever do that again. Nagato almost had a heart attack. 😡

It’s funny in a shouldn’t be funny way.

Wait you’ve seen him without the mask 👀

No I don’t care if they’re annoying we don’t have the time to replace them now!!

Ask Sasori to take a look. He enjoys a challenge.

I don’t care how easy it was to get, I’m NOT cooking with that kind of “meat” 🤢

No offense but do you even have nails 🤔

I’d rather we didn’t need to pick up and move again unless absolutely necessary.

Since we were children 🥰

I’d kill anyone who tried. With my bare hands.

Kisame may be able to but the rest will need it cooked.

You’re THAT old?! 😵‍💫

Stick to guys. I will remain the only woman in this group.

Can’t you eat them? Aren’t you part Venus fly trap??

From Hidan

Freak.

Then stop watching, weirdo!

Because if you take the body before my praying is finished then the entire ritual is void!!

Not to be gay but yeah I see what he sees. 

Then steal him some damn glasses next time!

But do plants even have dicks? Like is it green? Does it smell like grass? 🤔

He’s such a liar he wanted me since the day we met 😂

I saw you eyeing that cat and so did Itachi.

How do you say “Fuck you” in plant-speak?

They’re not “pink” they’re “rose”, heathen.

Ribs without sauce is like fucking without lube. Like what’s even the point?

If I could convert even one of those fucks I’d become a High Priest for Jashin.

Can’t. Kakuzu’s “withholding my paycheck” until I pay off that bounty of his that I killed. 🙄

So come with us. Everyone’s weird you’ll fit right in.

From Sasori

Elderberry, nightshade, and primrose. For now.

A mouse learns to fear other mice before it even thinks about predators.

Please stop that you gave him nightmares last time and I couldn’t work on my puppets for a whole week 😒

I don’t care as long as it has a big enough space for a lab.

Damn blue eyes trapped me for eternity.

An interesting experiment, certainly.

I have vague memories but that’s all.

You appear to be “friends” so talk to him and tell him to back off. 

Who do you think I am? That freak Orochimaru?!

I don’t buy that stupid act for a second.

If I suggested aloe vera would you find that insulting?

You and I are the least bothersome in terms of eating. I don’t, and you hunt.

I’ll contribute when the expense is relative to me.

From Kisame

So far only Itachi knows about it but the water there is clear and beautiful.

Your way of thinking is truly fascinating.

Of course you’re welcome to join us but you’ve voiced objections before to both tea and sweets.

No, I’ll BURY him myself before I let you eat him.

Crab and shrimp. Especially crab.

I’m aware. His smell is getting weaker and his chakra is shaky.

I admire your patience for it but I don’t do so well in the sun for so long.

Again? Why?? Who attracted attention this time? 😒

I don’t but Samehada seems to.

The battlefield is empty. Care to join me at the buffet? 😋

Between the prayer rituals and the constant bombing I just can’t handle either of them.

Salt is for the weak. Pure fear flavors the meat better than any seasoning. 

From Deidara

You can’t prove that was me, that could have been anyone!

If I’m successful there won’t BE anything left of me to eat so 🤷🏼

Idk you just look gray. Maybe stand in the sun for a while?

Ok we may eat more BUT his food costs more!

Wait is it real hair or like plant stuff 🤔

I didn’t this time he was dancing and he tripped on his cloak like an idiot.

Honestly not until I met Sasori lol 

Omg where?! Riverbanks are always a goldmine of natural clay! 🤩

I get that but I’m just not interested, eternity is so boring.

Low key he goes into this voice sometimes that scares the piss out of me.

Bc it’s weird man it’d be like watching my mother shower or something 😖

Like usual he couldn’t shut up and almost got us killed on the spot 😡

Not unless you want to pick the lice out of my hair afterwards.

From Itachi

Not sure of the exact dynamics but I think it’s second or third cousins.

Maybe it’s best we all just live with our own partners. Too many in one area and eventually someone figures it out.

No he’s as gentle as possible. I just have sensitive skin.

Yes but cabbage is so versatile.

You saw him? Did he look well? 👀

The glasses help some but most everything is still a massive blur.

I tried. Nagato tried. He refuses to give up on the idea.

There is no “before” and there’s no “after0. There’s just NOW.

No I know he ate it because he had the jam smeared all over his collar.

22 doesn’t really interest me.

From Obito

The right arm still twitches if I try to lift too much.

Come on weren’t YOU happy when he died?!

He can’t turn me down forever. Just picture him with the Uchiha fan on his back 😍

Yeah well he’s still my little cousin and I still worry.

I think it scares him a little, he almost walked into a tree that first time I did it on accident.

It’s not excessive; the sugar is literally the only thing pushing me forward right now.

I would bet money that he’s the worst Sensei ever to those kids. No wonder Sasuke was so weak.

The constant money woes are so tedious.

Blind or not his reflexes are unmatched and he could still take me out in one move.

We should have put more emphasis on intelligent and less on “skills”.

You’ve gotta admit the explosions DO liven things up 🤷🏻

What if you ate him and he could still talk from inside of your stomach though? Is that a chance you want to take?

Bonus: From Madara

He stopped responding two years ago he acts like I’m dead.

What? That little shit. 😡

If the blonde is giving him too much of a distraction, dispose of him.

You don’t need to pre-chew my food I’m not a baby bird.

Have you seen my good blanket?

What happened to my slippers?

🍆 I want this. I’m craving this so bad. Please bring it to me.

Tell that boy to come back I need a good bath and a haircut.

Perhaps if you hadn’t recruited so many *brats* you wouldn’t be having such an issue.

Whatever you do, do NOT let them breed.

Did you remember where I stashed my last painting of Hashirama?

If I was younger I could have eliminated the entire group within seconds. They’d never even know what hit them.

Please procure a backscratcher and industrial grade toenail clippers.

Wait until he sleeps and move several large rocks into his room. I guarantee he’ll cry.

First that young lass, then the Hatake boy, now the blonde. He never learns his lesson does he?

What do you mean he cut it?? An Uchiha’s hair is his crown! Tell him to get back here NOW.

I should have chosen Fugaku’s son instead. Likely a lot less crying.

[gyokutoll]

The eating or not comment had me wondering, does he not save money?

Ask me about Hotaru ; always accepting !

He does nowadays, but he did not… when he first started hosting. The intersection of his breakup with Sadao and a series of unhealthy coping mechanisms resulted in a young host who did not save.

Hotaru used to spend all of his money on alcohol and recreational drugs. His lifestyle was absolutely horrid and I won’t say he had an eating disorder per se, but he had disordered eating and would skip meals in favor of cigarettes and beer for dinner. Hotaru did not live well for a few years and was every bit of the stereotypical sleazy, careless host who didn’t care whether or not he lived nor died.

I’m still figuring out how much debt Hotaru was in because it’s genuinely hard to say. He was basically couch surfing at 24 and when he finally got an apartment, it was an absolute garbage apartment. I think he did have debt, but the fact he didn’t spend much on anything other than vices didn’t help him. I don’t think he was ever the kind of person to care about luxury brands, so I think he was spared that much of irresponsible spending, but he’d fund horrible benders that would only be interrupted by hosting work. Much of that time is a haze.

Nowadays, he absolutely saves. He doesn’t have any outstanding debt and has enough savings that if he quit hosting this evening, he’d genuinely be able to go I’d argue almost a long time without working? Hotaru is a top-performing host with clientele numbering amongst wealthy, older women and lackadaisical tourists looking to shell out a lot for a fun experience.

I haven’t crunched the numbers but he conservatively is probably a millionaire before taxes. Most of it goes into savings and he lives well below his means. His apartment isn’t a dazzling penthouse and he doesn’t feel this compulsion to flex on people.

I think he was in rough financial shape when Koemi took him in and she ended up helping him through a lot of it and gave financial advice. This shouldn’t be construed as being from the goodness of her heart, however. Hotaru was a risky investment she knew would pay off so it’s why she extended herself as much as she did for him.

I feel like I rambled. Anyways! Hotaru does save, but he didn’t always. Technically he could quit hosting whenever he wants, but he has the kind of self-defeating depression where he struggles to see what he could or should do in order to be happy, so he continues to endure.

[mishbean]

Without you

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

{you are the younger sister of a pro hero (I made up) who is ranked up high within the hero society with a quirk related to telekinesis. Told to try and follow the footsteps of her older brother with a quirk that isn’t quite as strong as his leads to some issues within her life but soon with some inconveniences and unfortunate events to occur she soon comes across a villain who took notice on who she was lead to their paths to be crossed more and more despite her efforts of preventing that to happen.}

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Chapter 3

“Y/n? What a surprise, come in dear.” You took off your shoes as you entered the home of your mother and then your coat. “Did you get wet? It was drizzling out there.”

You hummed, your mother walked up to you and cupped your face. Tilting it side to side, and then squishing it. “Have you been eating well? You look rather thin, come! I’ve just cooked up something. How you been dear? How are things..”

And she went on and on as always with her usually questions. Staring at the food of plate in front of you, feeling out of place. Barely even paying attention to whatever she was saying. Simply giving a nod or shaking your head. She stopped as she saw that you barely ate anything, stumped as she caught your attention and shifted your gaze to hers. “Don’t tell me you’re not hungry, you better finish that. You have to keep yourself healthy and strong. Like your brother.”

‘My brother.’

“Speaking about him, he won’t be able to stop by. With all these attacks and cases. He’s all caught up at the agency. You could be there helping him out, you’re amazing in that subject! You don’t even need too—"

Gripping your fork you politely say. “Mom please, you already know my answer.”

She made a face and went back to eating. “I understand, but honestly what will you do with your life? With your brother it’s easy! If you..”

And she went on again, honestly you truly do love your mother with all your heart but she’d always want you to follow your brother’s footsteps so you can be(or try) to be successful as him. But you did try and it lead for your quirk to have a defect.

After eating and cleaning the dishes, your mother told you to wait at the table as she had something she wanted to show you. So you did, your chin leaning in your hand as your thoughts begin to run again.

‘It’ll be 5 soon. I should get going. Probably should say something to mom but she’s freak. And go on to tell Haruki. No I shouldn’t. It’ll be fine. The note didn’t seem to menacing.’

You jumped as a folder was propped in front of you, your mother sat down smiling. “Open it.”

Opening it, your eyes widened seeing old grumbled up art paper. You recognized it immediately, it was from years ago that you grew. Yourself as a hero.

“Uh—um—w-why are you—"

“It’s always been your dream Y/n. Don’t let a small incident destroy that beautiful dream of yours.."

‘That’s..what the hell mom?’ You thought as you held the amounts of paper in hand. Looking through them, each a different scene of how you wanted your life. Gripping them and then placing them back in the folder you sighed.

“Thank you ma..for this, making the..gears turn in my head.” You said through your teeth as you stood up. Your mother smiled and hugged you immediately. “That’s wonderful. I’m guessing you have to go. I won’t hold you up anymore—where you going? You going to the agency?”

‘Fucking Christ.’ You thought and gave a fake smile. “Perhaps. Best I go though.”

They said their goodbyes and you left quickly, holding the orange folder in hand. Gripping it tight.

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4:39

Pacing around your apartment, hands in your messy hair feeling nervous and anxious. The time being close to 5, debating whether or not someone will come. You stopped and stared at the package, your nails dug into your scalp as you sighed frustratedly and kicked the box. The folder that your mother gave you was thrown who knows where. That really threw you off, you love your mother dearly but she always got on your nerves.

Pursuing you to keep with being a hero or something related to but you clearly don’t want to and she couldn’t accept that.

Then that’s when there was a knock at your door. It made you jump.

‘What the fuck? It’s not even 5 yet!’

You quietly crept to the door and looked through the peephole to see the figure of your brother. He looked sort of pissed, he banged on the door again. You were about to open it when a purple mist surrounded your hand and you didn’t feel the knob but your hand in another direction.

“I advise you to please back away from the door quietly.” A man with a dark husky voice said from behind you. Your blood ran cold, you were frozen in place.

“Do not be frightened. I do not plan to cause you harm Ms.Y/n.”

Your breathing hitches as your chest rises and falls. You slowly did back away from the door as it kept banging from the other end. And your brother yelled. “y/n! I know you’re there! Open up I have to talk to you!”

The man cleared his throat and spoke again. “If you please, turn around quietly and do not make a sound or try anything.”

Your breathing hitches and you move your hand out of the mist and turn around seeing a mist, a purple one mixed with black.

“If you please, Giran who sent you that package is awaiting your arrival. As I see you haven’t put on the bangle he sent.”

You gulped and you felt your body sweat. “I advise you do so. Trust me, it will help with your certain type of quirk.”

You flinched at the banging at the door. The smoke person waited for her and she bent down and picked up the box and grabbed the letter and bangle, cautiously putting it on her wrist. She was about to yelp feeling pain in her wrist but it was covered in mist. Her groan was muffled, she felt as if needles dug into her wrist and ran up her arm. The bangle unraveled from it’s bracelet from and slid up her forearm as if a bandage. It was black and metal.

“I should have mentioned it would hurt when placed on. My apologies. But we should get going.”

Your eyes widened as your vision was covered with purple and black mist. It felt as if you were lifted off your feet, next second your feet were planted on wooden floor.

Your vision clearing and you saw you were in a dimly lit room. Your gaze skimming the room as it looked abandoned but yet decorated to look decent.

“Y/n. Pleasure to finally meet the best L/n kid!” A middle aged man said who was sat down on a couch across from you. He has a cigarette in his mouth, cross-legged.

“Sit down, sit down. Make yourself comfortable. I just want to have a chat with you. I hope Kurogiri wasn’t rough, he never is. Trust me—"

“I was not, Giran. She is wearing the gadget you gave her.” Kurogiri said as he spawned behind Giran.

‘Kurogiri, he looks like that warpgate villain..probably is..’

“I’m Giran if you don’t remember, I sent the package and letter. Please sit, help yourself with tea.”

You looked down and sat, there was tea. Specifically a tea you liked. “Now Y/n, I wanted to have a chat about your—well past experience in the L/n Agency since you did leave. I was wondering why, was it too much? The people bugging ya? If ya looking for action like that again and being able to use your quick to an extent I highly encourage you join us. That gadget there on your wrist will help you manage that quirk of yours and—"

“How do you know so much ‘bout me—S-sorry for interrupting it’s just—"

Giran chuckled and brought his hand waving off to you. “No need to apologize. Let’s say I have my resources. Also, like your brother you are very popular. The reason I made that gadget for you. Was cause..”

He paused and looked back at Kurogiri then back at you. “We saw potential in you. And it’ll be a shame to put it to waste. Those heroes did nothing for you or to help. And we are the people who want to help.” He said with a smile.

Your leg began to bounce as you got anxious. Looking down at the object on your wrist, Giran spoke again “We can and will. Help you. We aren’t bad guys as they see us as. The boss, a pain in the ass but he chose to help you, besides it’ll benefit you..but him mostly..” Giran said muttering the last part.

Kurogiri cleared his throat, Giran hummed and sat up straight leaning forward. “Right, before I forget. You will be meeting the boss..soon I’ll say. But Kurogiri over here shall be uh..your chauffeur we can say. Will be bringing you here and taking you back where you were. Unfortunately the boss ain’t here to introduce himself, he’s somewhere throwing a tantrum or something. But no need to worry about him.”

You shifted your gaze to Kurogiri, feeling skeptical. “Also, one more thing before Kurogiri takes you back…”

Giran stood up leaning closer and taking the cigarette in his mouth out. “We suggest you don’t mention anyone about our interaction or anything. Or well, it won’t turn out pretty. You’ll be a great addition to our uh..cause. Yeah, and of course you will be meeting with me often but to no torment you.”

He walked over and put his hand out. “Give me your wrist with the gadget.”

You gulped and raised your wrist, he grabbed it roughly and took something out of his pocket, suddenly your eyes widened feeling needles being stabbed into your wrist. You cursed in pain as you tried to pull your wrist back but Giran had a tight grip. “Should have mentioned it was gonna sting. It’ll only be for a few more seconds—"

Kurogiri spoke up, “Giran, Tomura said that won’t be done till he met her in person.”

Your eyes widened at the name mentioned, Giran’s grip tightened. “Kurogiri you were supposed to—“

“She would have figured it out sooner or later. Turn that off now.”

Giran sighed and the pain stopped. You held your wrist as there was a sting and a bit blood was dripping, falling back on the chair. Huffing and then you spat.

“You’re the league of villains aren’t you.”

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I apologize. Late post. Life a bit tough but I’ll try to keep updating. I swear next chapter Tomura will come in.

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

Book 7 Spoliers. Things out in EN and edited

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Sebek and Silver stayed with in the camp helping out while soldiers bustled around. Though they were focused on their work, other things constantly grabbed their attention. The feeling of constantly being watched by multiple sets of eyes, which was probably what was happening, and Dusk.

It came across very unsettling to not only see Dusk as a child, but to see him acting so differently than normal. While they were used to seeing him keep a distance between himself and his Lilia, in the dream he was constantly clinging, obviously unhappy at being left behind earlier. To the point where Lilia couldn’t even set his son down, Dusk would grab onto his shoulders and try to keep himself up with a mix of strength he didn’t fully have and magic that was still to unsteady to keep the kid up.

Despite being called back because his soldiers found an enemy camp, Lilia himself was unable to go without having to physically tear Dust off of him, so he sent others who were commanded by Baul. They all swiftly returned victorious, but Lilia was still a bit upset about not going too and overwhelmed by Dusk’s clinging. Only growing worse as Lilia was unable to help out with some things around camp.

Lilia: Little bat, please. I need to help out. I won’t leave for the rest of the night. I promise you don’t have to hold on to me.

Dusk: But I wanna! If you do stuff then you won’t play with me for a long time!

Lilia: I can’t play while you’re clinging to me either.

Dusk: But now I can be with you, so we don’t have to play. *looks at the soldiers* They can do their own stuff and you can be with me.

Lilia: You are so lucky I’m so renowned. I can bet no one else would excuse me being unable to do my work otherwise... I still need to find things to do though *looks around the camp and eyes land on bags of food Baul’s team brought back from their victory* Hey, little bat. You’re probably hungry, aren’t you? That’s probably why you’re so fussy. Why don’t you let go so I can cook for everyone? Then we can eat together. That sound fun?

Dusk: Maybe…

Everyone in the camp froze as they heard their words.

Baul: Lil-Gen- *trying to find his words* I can cook! No need for you to do it!

Lilia: You have your own work you should be doing. I can cook. I haven’t helped out with anything myself yet.

Baul: I can make enough time to cook and do all my duties! You should spend time with your son!

Lilia: I would be spending time with my son, just as I would be helping everyone else. *looks down at Dusk* Little bat, you want to eat my cooking right? We can eat together too.

Dusk: *nods*

Lilia: *looks back at Baul smiling* See? I can do both just fine. You go and do your work.

Baul: General!-

Sebek: We can cook! Students of Night Raven College learn to cook out of their many skills!

Lilia: You expect me to let you near the food for the whole troop? Two humans who randomly joined us?

Silver: As you said before, others have work to do, so we just wanted to do something as well! We have enough free time to take cooking of your hands!

Lilia: I just said I can do it.

Silver: But you have your son. I bet he would prefer to stay with you.

Dusk: *clings closer and nods harder*

Lilia: Are you trying to use my son against me? You realize you doing that to get close to the food makes you incredibly suspicious.

Baul: *jumping back in* We can have all soldiers watch for any poison while they do their work!

Lilia: Baul?

Baul: There will never be eyes off of them, and I can pay extra attention! We can find ways to poison test as well! You would also be able to taste any poison before it made it to anyone you’re worried about!

Lilia: *looks at Dusk, then Silver and Sebek, then back at Baul* If you are so insistent. *looks at Sebek and Silver* As Baul said, we can test for poison and I would be able to tase anything unusual. So would the rest of the group. We all have more sensitive tongues.

Silver: *disbelief* Sensitive tongues? You?

Lilia: What does that mean?

Silver: Nothing!

LMAO

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Hi, I’m sorry if this isn’t any help, but do you know why you’re avoiding the real world so much? Berating yourself won’t help. If you wanna solve a problem u gotta find the root cause and take steps from that cause.

Well if I had to take a guess

Real world issues, or at least the ones I consider significant, always stress me out greatly, and I feel like I have an avoidant take when it comes to things that stress me out; namely, that I try to avoid them until they go away. Unfortunately, that’s a lot of things when it comes to the real world. Doesn’t help I’m a raging procrastinator

Unfortunately this can happen the other way around and I can miss opportunities because I simply choose not to act on something. And I recognize that waiting around probably makes situations worse, but for me, that’s just how I do thing, and I think the problem will just solve itself, so I should just ignore it

And not to mention, I basically know nothing about the real world, and how I’m supposed to interact with it. I’m 20, but I don’t feel like an adult, I think that’s still to come later after I’m done with school; I still have the mind of a teenager, if not younger. I don’t even have much of a concept of money. Talk about anything in the 1000s or higher and you’ve lost me on the specifics of how expensive that is, other than it’s expensive; $10,000 and $100,000 mean the same thing to me, other than $100,000 being ten times more. I don’t understand taxes or salaries or mortgages. I don’t understand what’s a good salary or not, so long as it’s money. I don’t understand how you’re supposed to interact with other people. I don’t even know what size pants I wear, because I don’t buy my clothes, my parents do. They take care of pretty much everything, and thus I don’t know much of anything, that’s adult stuff

And I’m well aware that I don’t know anything, and I know that you shouldn’t try and deal with areas you’re unfamiliar with, so I don’t bother with all of that, especially not without consulting my parents. I wouldn’t even make appointments for things about school without asking them when’s best or telling them that I’m doing so

I don’t want to be so reliant on them, but the reality is that I am, and that’s not gonna change anytime soon, especially not if I end up taking online schooling and I have to live with them full time again. I like my freedom to go outside for a random walk whenever, and to eat what I want and buy what I want, even if 90% of those expenditures is just food

I’m well aware that I’m incredibly sheltered. One time in college I had someone genuinely think that I was homeschooled, when in reality I’ve been publicly schooled all my life, and I went to pre-school for years before that. But I have so little an understanding of the world and the people in it that I don’t blame her for thinking that

Not to mention, I just don’t understand real consequences. They aren’t a thing in my mind. My family’s never really had to struggle, at least not to a point I’m aware, and I’ve never been punished that bad. I think my worst ever punishment is getting yelled at, and have my video games taken away until a certain point or until I do the thing I got yelled at for not doing. And so in my mind’s eye, that’s the worst that can happen, that I get reprimanded for my own actions/inaction and life continues. I mean, part of that is because I’ve never done something that bad, but still. I don’t have a concept of the consequences of failing college or not getting a degree. My parents do, since neither of them went to college, hence why they want me to, but I don’t. I don’t understand what it’s like to be poor or homeless, or how bad a minimum wage job is or not being able to pay bills. I’ve never experienced them or anything remotely similar, so I just don’t understand that these concepts exist. It’s like a video game to me, the stakes aren’t really there. And that’s not to say I want those things to happen to me, far from it, but in my head they’re more like fictional concepts. So I don’t see much point to them. I know they’re important, but only because someone tells me they are

The real world leaves me scared and stressed, and I don’t know the first thing about it. I don’t know what’s reliable information about it and what isn’t, because people will lie or just not know. And because I don’t want to make a fool of myself and I just end up getting stressed out, I avoid it and instead turn to shows, video games, drawing and fandoms

In a video game, they don’t expect you to know everything right out of the gate, and they’ll tell you. There’s no consequences to asking questions to things you don’t understand, and they’re usually not too difficult of concepts to understand in the first place. And games usually are pretty good at telling you what you need to do and giving you the knowledge to do so, I don’t have to do a lot of guesswork as to what I’m supposed to do or how to approach a situation, and if I do, then that’s usually a consequence of bad game design. And you have to rely on your own knowledge to progress, and I feel accomplishment when I do something right, and the game rewards me in some way too

And drawing is the only real world skill I have, and I’m proud of myself when it turns out good. It’s an actual skill I’ve cultivated myself and continue to cultivate, even if I forget to draw a lot or have trouble figuring it out sometimes. And it’s something I can show the world. Not much to anyone in the real world, especially not my family since I doubt they’re interested in my fanart, but I can at least show them to the Internet

And while fandom isn’t the nicest place to be, interacting on these spaces requires knowledge that I actually have and am interested in, and people actually will listen to what I say, and sometimes even agree with me. It’s one of the only places I feel an iota of smartness, even if I can’t be that analytical because my brain isn’t like that naturally and tends to see very surface level things, or deeper things I just can’t express in words

And just all in all, those things make me happy. Yeah I feel guilt at night that I favor those things instead of dealing with real world stuff, but they’re all I know and have

At least I think that’s part of the reason why. I don’t know for sure and I don’t know if I worded it all correctly